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So, is this the place where Moe-san works? The dark-haired girl narrows her gaze while studying the building, which is supposed to be Moe’s workplace, if the given address is correct.

After double-checking her friend’s sent message, she puts her phone back in her bag and takes a deep breath.

Surely, despite her calm exterior, she feels nervous yet excited. That is why she decided to even put on something nicer.

Something like an open black jeans jacket that is torn on the sides, a matching color turtleneck t-shirt, a checkered above-the-knee skirt, and platform leather boots. On top of the t-shirt is a metal ribcage skeleton chest harness. The skirt has a shiny metal zipper on the front side along with the attached hanging chain. Lastly, her boots are covered by the knee high black leg warmers, decorated with floral laces.

But for now, the dark-haired girl enters the piercing salon.

Unfortunately for her, instead of being greeted by her best friend, the very first thing that she notices is some red-haired man who seems to be cleaning the seats.

Surely, his presence alone is not very welcoming, and perhaps even with the lingering intimidation. Not to mention, that man is not only tall, but also his tight t-shirt shows that his pecs, chest, or whatever that thing is are way larger than any girl’s bust. Moreover, with arms like that, just flexing them might be enough to crush a watermelon.

Turning his head at Miu, Iori just stares at her with an unpleasant face and states. “Sorry, but we are closed for today.”

So bothersome… The dark-haired girl narrows her gaze.

Despite that, she is not confused or blinking and steps forward without removing her gaze from this man. “I’ve come to see Moe-san for the piercing that she wants to do.”

“Ah. So, you are that friend of hers, huh?” The redhead crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow.

Now, he turns around and calls for a certain someone. “Hey, Moe! Looks like your little friend is already here.”

Calling her name as casually as that… Does Moe-san really have to work with this disrespectful, clucking rooster? Miu closes her eyes and silently exhales.

Speaking of which, it doesn't take long enough for the staff room door to open and one perfect-like-a-dawn brunette appears. “Miu-chan?”

Noticing her friend, her face brightens up and she rushes to her side. “Miuuu-chaaan!~”

However, just as Miu widens her eyes in bewilderment, she gets pulled into a tight hug and even slightly lifted into the air.

Meanwhile, Iori only rolls his eyes at his assistant’s too-friendly display and her sweet talk. “So, you did really come? I’m so glad.”

“Are you done yet?” The redhead interrupts them in as patient a tone as possible.

Surely, it’s enough for Moe to lower and release her friend. “R-right...”

After wrapping her arm around her friend’s, the brunette brings Miu close to her and introduces her to her mentor. “Yagami-san, this is my friend that I was talking about. So, meet Miu-chan.”

Is this Yagami-san? The same one who is her mentor? Miu stares with a deadpan face at Iori and closes her eyes. Poor girl…

For now, Moe proudly shows her friend off as the greatest thing in the world. “See? Haven’t I told you how cute she is?”

Meanwhile, the dark-haired girl politely says, “Nice to meet you,” and bows. “And thank you for taking care of Moe-san for me.”

Besides, it might be for the best to not embarrass or upset Moe. And she came here to help her friend.

After exhaling, Iori addresses this girl with his usual poker face. “Anyways. Sit in whatever chair you prefer and relax.”

Now, he turns his face to Moe and briefly instructs her. “Do not pay attention to me and just try to work as if you are on your own.”

While the brunette is busy with the hand sanitizing and then putting on the nitrile gloves, her friend takes the seat closer to Moe.

For now, Miu watches how Moe is preparing for the procedure and picking up all the needed tools.

However, a small tied-up gift bag, which she picks up from one of her pants pockets, catches the dark-haired girl’s eye.

Finally, the brunette picks a bottle with medical alcohol and soaks a small cotton ball with it.

“First, I need to clean the piercing spots so that... so that it will prevent any infection.” The brunette explains in a slightly nervous tone.

Now, she leans closer to the other girl’s face.

Certainly, when she is so close to her, Miu feels the warmth rushing to her cheeks and hears her own heartbeat.

More so, at moments like this, the dark-haired girl finds her pretty. However, she isn’t certain if that lovely tone on her lips is her lipstick or not.

Even when a damp cotton ball gently cleans her ears, Miu cannot help herself but see no one but her dearest friend.

After preparing the disinfected area for the piercing, the brunette disposes of the cotton ball into an empty kidney-shaped tray.

Now she takes a surgical marker pen and leans closer to the other girl.

“I just need to mark the piercing spots, okay?” Moe informs her before processing.

Surely, the way the brunette brushes her friend’s bangs behind her ears and her gaze are enough to spark the excitement in Miu’s eyes. After all, this is almost like one of her dreams.

After softly landing a dot on each ear with the pen, Moe withdraws from the other girl, who remains stunned.

Meanwhile, Iori only indifferently watches his disciple handling the current task. Although he notes to himself that he should work on her speed. In any case, he reminds himself to text Kyo as soon as this is over and leave together.

For now, Moe finally takes out whatever mysterious item is in a small bag.

Apparently, something rustling in the tiny plastic package piques Miu’s curiosity as well.

Although the brunette is making sure that her friend won’t notice it yet.

Even so, the dark-haired girl can tell from the sound that Moe may have separated the objects and put them into the tray where she keeps the needed tools.

After Moe takes a pair of clamps and a hollow needle, she makes a visibly shy look at her friend. “It may sting for a moment. But it would be quicker and safer than using a gun… At least that’s what Yagami-san taught me.”

When she firmly fixes the clamps and with the other hand points the tip of the needle at the marked spot, she warns in a soft voice. “Please endure it for me, Miu-chan.”

Certainly, when the brunette is so close to her and saying such things, even if it is for a moment, Miu is secretly thrilled.

However, the brief sharp sensation against her ear makes her close her eyes and quietly whimper.

“Does it hurt, Miu-chan?” The brunette asks and comforts her. “Look. It’s almost done. So, let me insert the post now.”

After Moe loosens the clamp’s grip, she briefly looks back at Iori’s, who seems to be just standing there like a pillar while keeping his unimpressed face.

However, she understands she cannot hesitate long, and now she remembers what she has to do.

Now, she narrows her gaze and spreads the clamps, making sure it won’t touch the needle.

One thing is for sure: watching how Yagami-san could casually pierce any spot and now her finally doing it. So, it not only makes her admire her mentor’s work but also wonder if someday she’ll be as skillful as that. Or so the brunette wonders as she silently respires.

For now, she feels like a surgeon just by moving the clamps forward without touching the needle.

Even if now one clamp is removed, Moe knows it’s too early to relax. Not until it is completely removed.

After taking a deep breath, she moves the spread clamps to her side with the same precision.

Meanwhile, Miu cannot help herself but admire how serious the brunette is when she is so concentrated on piercing.

Finally, Moe takes the post and swiftly inserts it into the tip of the needle and pushes the needle out.

With not a second to waste, she removes the needle and only leaves the post inside the pierced spot.

Lastly, she picks a tiny acrylic pin, and after inserting a part of it into the post, she lifts it a bit.

Thus, upon pushing the rest of it and smiles. “Alright~ One is done, Miu-chan. Now, let me insert another one.”

Now, the brunette prepares for another piercing. This time, she handles the task with a bit more confidence and slightly faster.

When she is done, she proudly states to her friend. “It’s all done, Miu-chan! Now, give me a sec and I’ll get you a mirror.”

After searching through the shelves, the brunette picks up a hand mirror and rushes to her friend’s side.

Now, she brings it with a bright smile on her face to her friend. “Here~ So, what do you think?”

Taking a mirror from the other girl’s hand, Miu takes a better look at her new piercings, and her eyes spark with excitement.

Surely, even small, acrylic piercings with cute cartoonish crows are more than enough to feel the warmth rushing to her cheeks. Although those are an asymmetrical set: one crow is sitting with its beak wide open, as it has a lot to say, while the other one is making a serious face. More so, both birds have big round eyes and blush.

For now, the dark-haired girl brushes one and then another piercing.

Meanwhile, Moe only holds her arm behind her back and makes an apologetic look. “I wanted to get you these fancy raven piercings with purple gems and chains, which you had kept an eye out for a while... But right now I could only get you these guys.”

Despite her usual cold face, Miu declares. “I… I like them!”

Surely, the brunette is so moved by such a reaction that she even makes big teary eyes and pulls her friend into a hug. “Miiuu-chaaaan!~”

When she rubs her cheek against the other girl’s, she adds. “I'm soo glaaad!~”

Meanwhile, Iori rolls his eyes and groans at his disciple’s affectionate behaviors.

Thus, he interrupts their moment in an annoyed tone. “Are you two done yet? Or should I lock you overnight?”

However, Moe turns to face the redhead and puffs her cheeks. “You’re mean. But if you may do it, then I’ll find my way to get into your apartment and tell Kyo-san about it.”

After lowering his shoulders, Iori adds. “Either way, it looks like I didn’t need to be there because you can handle it well on your own. You just need a bit more practice, and you’ll be taking clients’ requests alongside me.”

Now, he points at Miu’s new piercings and lectures his disciple. “Also, I wouldn’t suggest you use piercings like this as anyone’s starters. After all, your client will have to keep them for six to eight weeks without removing them. So, you don’t want your client to have a rejecting reaction or have an infection. That’s why next time, when you pierce anyone, use the implant-grade steel or titanium piercings instead. Also, don’t forget to remind your clients how to properly take care of new piercings.”

“Yeees, Yagami-san~ I was just planning to tell Miu-chan about it.” The brunette politely replies.

Lastly, Iori tells her. “For today, you can leave. I’ll finish with tidying up and locking the salon. So, you don’t need to wait for me. Also, this time, I’ll let you use the piercings that are for the clients. Then after the healing period, your friend can finally wear your piercings.”

Meanwhile, Miu, listening to how this man is nagging her precious Moe-san, closes her eyes and pushes herself from the chair.

After standing up and approaching Iori, she tiptoes and frowns. “Moe-san was doing her best, and you are too harsh on her.”

When she gently taps on her new crow piercings, she explains. “These are Moe-san’s treasures given to me. I’m not going to remove them for you, and I’ll take care of them well.”

Seeing Iori looking down on the dark-haired girl with his unpleasant face and the raising tension between them, Moe rushes to their side and gets between them.

First, she addresses her friend. “Miu-chan, it’s okay. Yagami-san just wants to make sure you’ll be fine and safe. So, why don’t you wait for me to change, then we can go home or hang out wherever you want?”

Miu only sighs while trying to remain calm. “If this is what Moe-san wants to do, then I guess it’s fine.”

Surely, this makes the brunette glad, and she holds her hands. “Great! Then, you two, don’t fight until I come back.”

Thus, with that, Moe rushes to the staff room to change into her outdoor clothes.

After this couple is left alone, Miu steps back and, while pointing a finger at Iori, declares. “You. Moe is mine, and I won’t forgive you if you dare to upset her! So, I’m keeping an eye on you, old man.”

However, Iori only raises his eyebrow, “Huh?” and wonders what this girl’s problem is.

“Do I need to repeat that again?” The dark-haired girl asks.

In the end, just as Iori is about to say anything, the brunette opens the door and leaves while wearing an open denim biker jacket, a black tank top and baggy jeans.

Noticing these two, she tilts her head. “Did I interrupt anything?”

The dark-haired girl shakes her head while keeping her reserved look. “It’s fine. Should we go?”

When Moe walks close to her friend, she hugs her arm, and nods while her face radiates as bright as the sun.

While keeping his indifferent look, Iori only lowers his shoulders and sighs at these two girls.

Thus, as the brunette prompts Miu to go with her, she bids a farewell to her mentor. “Then I’m off, Yagami-san! And thank you for today.”

After Moe rests her head on her partner’s shoulder, Miu turns her head and glares at Iori before they both take their leave.

You may become my new rival. However, I won’t give up to someone like you.

Despite now walking together home and having the brunette by her side, Miu feels that she cannot lower her guard yet. After all, the battle is far from over. Not until she either wins or loses Moe to anyone else.

Somewhere, outside the back side of the large storage complex. It is the middle of the night, and for some, it is a perfect time to come out from their lair and hunt.

One tanned brunette, wearing a black zipped baggy hoodie, tracksuit pants with three stripes and torn holes and sneakers that have seen better days, is holding onto the metal-wired fence and pressing her body against it, like an intimidating, large feline.

While in practice, she looks nothing more than a raccoon holding onto a fence with her fingerless gloves and analyzing her new territory from a safe distance.

But for now, she studies how the security guards are patrolling the area and complains. “Come on. Just leave already. Sooner or later, you’ll get bored.”

Unfortunately for her, when she assumes that the guards will use what she thinks is the door for the staff, two men seem to light the cigarettes and blow gray smoke, submerging into the chilly night sky.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi growl and grind her teeth while grabbing the poor fence. “You sure have a lot of nerve.”

When she smirks wide like a Cheshire cat, she narrows her glowing crimson eyes. “However, whatever you are protecting must be really important~”

Thus, after a brief chuckle, Kusanagi adds in a nearly singing voice. “Girls, your Big Sis will bring you the biggest feast you ever seen~ Just wait and see how your Big Sis will take down another rich ugly bastard.”

Lastly, the brunette puts on the hood and starts sneaking around the enemy’s territory while bracing herself for the brutal battle against who knows how many men in suits armed to the teeth. On the other hand, just the thought of boiling her opponents alive or burning them to crispy ashes sends a pleasant electricity running like countless ants all over her palms, and excites the tanned brunette.

Besides, it might also be a nice training before challenging her one and only – the Red Demon with the corrupted flame.

I’ll show you that I’m a far superior and worthy opponent than that good-for-nothing crybaby. Kusanagi closes her eyes and exhales like a high-schooler having a big crush.

However, the very little that she knows is that her wish will be granted and she’ll encounter one redhead. Although it may not be exactly who she expects.

After going through the whole circle as quietly as a stealthy huntress, Kusanagi is back at the starting point.

“It seems the coast is clear~ Good.” The tanned brunette rubs her palms before gripping the wired fence and starting to climb up.

Surely, it’s not as easy as she expected, but at least it’s not one of the spiky ones or electrified.

When she manages to reach the top of the fence, she throws her legs to the other side and jumps down.

After landing on her fours, Kusanagi lifts her bottom and gets up like a graceful feline, glancing around her surroundings with her cunning red eyes.

But for now, she throws the hood over her head before sneaking to the enormous storage.

While moving as silently as the night, the brunette wonders why this place has become such a ghost town.

Perhaps the guards or the owner of this place already know about her presence, but they decide to let her wander like a mouse in a twisted game.

Either way, there’s no reason to stay here more than needed. Or so Kusanagi convinces herself as she approaches the sealed, lowered gate.

Unfortunately for her, in the middle of her way, she is stopped by the stern man’s voice from behind her. “Stop right here! And raise your hands!”

As Kusanagi cracks a mocking smile, she sees more men coming her way and pointing their guns at her.

Even when the tip of the pistol is pressed against her back, the tanned brunette chuckles, and her crimson eyes flare like hell flame.

Despite that, she remains calm and does what she is ordered. “Aww, and just when I gonna look around and exit. Aren’t you ashamed of ganging up on a poor, defenseless woman? However…”

Smirking at these men in uniform, who keep a calm exterior and are ready to put their guns to use, Kusanagi murmurs. “I will play with you for a bit~”

Thus, after lowering her arms, she ignites her fists and aims at one of the guards from behind.

After hitting the same man who was pointing his gun at her, she stands there and watches as everyone is shocked by their comrade rolling on the ground and screaming while burning.

But for now, she uses such a distraction to her advantage and dashes at the storage gate like a blazing meteor.

“OUT OF MY WAY!” Kusanagi shouts at the guards blocking the door and shooting at her.

At that moment, one can swear that the bullets are useless against the she-devil whose flame devours them.

In the end, the men protecting the door fled to the sides, dodging the bolide that bends the heavy steel door with a deafening bang.

As the bright orange flame ascends and fades, Kusanagi instantly arches her back and fixes her posture.

When she turns her head, her deadly gaze alone is enough to make these armed men scream in terror and crawl backward.

“What’s wrong? Where is your big attitude now?” The tanned brunette taunts in a deeper tone while keeping her hands in her pockets.

The bullet that flies a few millimeters from her cheek makes Kusanagi widen her eyes and take her breath away.

However, just before she manages to do anything else, she is alerted by being grabbed from behind and handcuffed. “What the -?”

In the end, the buzzing noise and a sharp electricity against the nape make Kusanagi groan and mutter. “You fucker…”

Of course, despite her fading vision, she can still hear a rising ruckus somewhere in the distance. However, that is the least of her concerns at the moment.

Thus, as her consciousness fades away, her body collapses like a rag doll with cut strings.

An unknown amount of time has passed. Eventually, Kusanagi’s aching head and nape return her to this world.

Now, she realizes that she is sitting on something similar to a couch or armchair.

Just what the fuck happened to me? Whoever these bastards are will pay for it. The dark-haired woman turns her head, and her chest bloats.

For now, she tightly shuts her eyes and slowly opens them while groaning. “The hell?…”

It seems the very first thing she is greeted with is a concerned voice. “Hey, Sister! Kyoko is waking up!”

It’s too bright; even a warm lamplight above her makes her squint her eyes and lift her elbow to shield her face like a doll pulled by the strings.

Where the hell am I? Did you fuckers throw me into jail? Kusanagi stares at the cream color ceiling and walls through her spread fingers and narrows her gaze.

When she turns her head, she notices a couple of women standing not that far from the exit door.

One of them is a woman in her mid-twenties with long red hair and a white lock that is held by expensive hair gel, which these businessmen used to look flawless. Even though whatever look she hides behind the sunglasses, Kusanagi is certain that deep inside this woman is as shady as a slick viper. There’s no mistake. She knows it.

Aside from that, the redhead wears an open down to the waist black leather coat that reveals the unbuttoned red shirt and a black turtleneck. Even her black and gray striped pants with widening shanks and a fancy leather belt make Kusanagi realize that this time she may have messed with the wrong person.

Another person next to this redhead is a girl with medium-length silver hair, who wears a white shirt with an open black vest and a pair of blue jeans.

Even if she doesn’t look as intimidating as the other lady and rather seems to be as tame and naïve as a dog, Kusanagi refuses to lower her guard toward her.

More so, the tanned brunette can swear that maybe the previously heard voice belonged to her. However, it doesn’t matter now who they are to each other.

All Kusanagi knows is that she cannot just roast them in the same spot. After all, what if one of them, by raising their hand, may summon dozens of minions to take her down and possibly track down where the clones reside?

However, her further pondering is interrupted by the red-haired woman. “Kyoko? You’re awake. Just what in the world happened to you?”

The tanned brunette tilts her head and gives not the smartest expression. “Huh? Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me?”

Behind the dark shade of her sunglasses, the redhead narrows her gaze. Nevertheless, she keeps a calm posture.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired girl turns toward the woman in sunglasses and indignantly addresses her. “She is definitely not Kyoko but some crazy pyromaniac! That thief was not only violent to the staff but also damaged the storage. Shouldn’t we call the police, Sister?”

Surely, such an attitude annoys the dark-haired girl, and she throws her spread arms on the couch. “Who do you call a thief, you whiny, stupid brat? Ya know, you’re already hoarding money like a dragon. Besides, sharing is caring~”

“You…” The silver-haired girl growls at her.

Just as she is about to take a step forward, she feels a palm resting on her shoulder, and she turns her head.

“Soiree, calm down. It’s not worth it.” The redhead reassures her little sister.

After exhaling and removing her palm, she adds. “Besides, no one is harmed, and tomorrow, we can call the workers to fix the gate. This girl is worth of police’s attention.”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi only sticks her tongue and shows the middle finger to Soiree. How about that, you stupid sassy baby?~

Seeing how Soiree is doing her best to hold back from jumping on this homeless girl, the redhead warns Kusanagi. “It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t act recklessly either. So, I suggest you be more careful next time.”

Instead of taking her advice, the tanned brunette only covers her mouth with her fist and snorts.

A moment later, she suggestively fixes her hair and adds in a playful tone. “Hey, onee-chan, you sure are generous to a complete stranger. But you are not gonna let me go just with a slap on the wrists, right? So, what do you want me to do for you, onee-chan?~”

Unfortunately, her sweet acting doesn’t affect the red-haired woman, who fires back while keeping a poker face. “How about working hard? But for tonight, you are coming with me.”

Suddenly, Soiree objects to such a decision while making big eyes. “But, Sister! She may try to rob you... Or even worse. Wouldn’t it be better if we could take her to the shelter?”

In the end, her big sister gives her a comforting smile. “I’ll be fine. And you should also go home and rest. Today was a long day for everyone, wasn’t it?”

After briefly looking away, the silver-haired girl nods. “Alright. But please be careful, Sister.”

Thus, looking at Kusanagi’s side, the redhead prompts her as well. “Let’s go. Tonight, you don’t need to worry about where to sleep.”

At first, the brunette hesitates, but she understands that she is not exactly in a position to object and follows this woman’s orders.

It cannot be helped… But I won’t hesitate to snap your neck if you try to drug me or try some weird shit on me.

After several minutes, Kusanagi is escorted outside by the redhead, who doesn’t seem to leave her side. On the other hand, she was confused how this woman hadn’t made a move on her, nor had she laid her hands on her.

But for now, the brunette’s attention is caught by the shiny crimson Mazda SAVANNA RX-7 waiting for them.

Certainly, even with zero knowledge about cars, Kusanagi is impressed by such a sports car that it takes her breath away. Are you trying to intimidate me with this bad boy now, you stupid, arrogant woman?

Thus, with a button click, the steel beast opens its glowing eyes like an awakened dragon from a deep slumber.

However, her further thoughts are yet again interrupted. “What is it? Come on and take a seat.”

“You don’t have to tell me what to do.” Kusanagi murmurs without facing the redhead, keeps her hands in her pants pockets, and heads toward the passenger door.

After she sits inside and closes the door, the brunette turns her head away and stares through the window.

Meanwhile, the redhead seems to be entertained by her partner’s behavior, but upon revving the engine, she suggests to Kusanagi. “Don’t forget to put the seatbelt on, okay?”

On their way, the brunette only stares at the passing streetlights and signs. Now, she asks this mysterious woman in a grumpy tone. “Why are you doing this?”

The redhead only cracks a smile, and as the white light reflects on her sunglasses, she replies. “Why? Do I need a reason to help someone who may need it?”

Surely, Kusanagi only frowns and makes a sour face.

Now, she sits back and glances at her driver. “Who the hell are you? Don’t get me wrong, I know we won’t meet again, but I just wanna know how to call you. At least for now.”

How cute... The redhead smiles, seeing the tanned brunette as nothing more than a stray cat.

After taking a breath, she introduces herself. “It’s Alba Meira, but you can simply call me Alba. And you?”

“Does it really matter to you? I can bet that the next day you gonna spoil another girl, anyway.” The brunette complains.

When Alba sighs and lowers her shoulders, she patiently replies. “Please don’t be like this. I wouldn’t throw a poor girl into cold streets. In any case, you have a name, haven’t you?”

As Kusanagi looks through the window and sees that they are reaching a rather enormous and highest quality hotel, she confesses. “… It’s Kusanagi. But don’t mistake me for that good-for-nothing lousy woman ‘cos I am my own original and waaay better than she ever be, remember that!”

In the end, as they drive to the parking lot, Alba repeats her name like a newly learnt spell while containing her excitement.

You are quite an interesting girl, Kusanagi, aren’t you?

Soon enough, they arrive at the right hotel room.

However, even at first, entering the hotel felt like being in a place where someone like Kusanagi didn’t belong.

After all, even the polite and well-trained staff stared at the brunette like she was street filth brought into such a luxurious and glamorous domain.

On the other hand, neither did she expect Alba to order the staff to treat the brunette as an actual human being instead of glaring at her like trash.

Even Kusanagi was certain that the redhead didn’t need to go that far for someone whom she would dispose of without a second thought, but she remained quiet the whole time.

However, the brunette wasn’t as in awe as entering the glass elevator and watching how the city looked from above.

But for now, after Alba unlocks the room, they get inside.

Thus, Kusanagi’s eyes spark with excitement at seeing such a spacious yet cozy room.

Apparently, the walls and ceiling are painted a pale yellow, and one wall features large windows draped with tall oak-brown curtains.

Then, on one of Kusanagi’s sides, there is a wooden desk against the wall on which rest a closed laptop and a desk lamp, and not far from it hangs a small painting. Of course, there is a fancy chair with soft cushions for one to sit down.

Next to the desk, there is a wide, fine oak closet that reaches another wall, with mirror doors. Not that far from the closet, there is a night drawer on which rests a lamp.

And, of course, then there is what Kusanagi considers as the star of the entire room – the queen-sized bed that has a couple of fluffy pillows lying on each side, along with the silk bedsheet.

However, the brunette is confused as to why the mattresses are split in half. After all, what’s the point of splitting the bed in half if only a single person would use it? Or in her case, sharing it for work purposes.

Aside from that, behind the bed, a large, nearly wall-sized painting of the blooming white cherry blossoms in the warm sunset background.

Then there is a divan in front of the bed, which Kusanagi assumes is used as a sit to watch the enormous flat-screen TV that is on top of the drawer.

And of course on this wooden floor, there is a large coffee-colored fluffy carpet.

But for now, Alba, seeing her partner easily thrilled by such a simple thing as a bedroom, prompts her to come in and locks the door behind them.

After nervously swallowing saliva, Kusanagi lowers her head and grips her tracksuit jacket. Shit… That stupid woman better be grateful, else I won’t forgive you.

Thus, with one sudden move, she unzips her jacket, revealing that she wears nothing but a white medical bandage wrapped around her breasts and fingerless gloves up to her elbows with a familiar sun crest on them.

Surely, sensing the brunette’s sudden mood change and her rushing to remove her tracksuit makes the redhead raise her eyebrow. “Kusanagi, are you okay?”

When Kusanagi throws her arms over Alba's shoulders, she stares at her with hungry yet scared eyes, and makes purring-like noises. “Let’s get down to business already. Besides, isn’t that what you want?”

It doesn’t help the redhead that even she can feel how her partner is trembling like a leaf.

After closing her eyes and tightening her lips, Alba carefully grabs her partner’s wrists and exhales.

When she removes Kusanagi’s arms from her, she tries to remain as patient as possible. “Please stop it. I’m not interested in a girl who forces herself on me. Neither do I want to take advantage of you.”

Surely these words frustrate the brunette, and she holds her arm. “Then am I not good enough for your rich taste?… Or could it be – you’re not swinging that way?”

You silly girl... The redhead clenches her fists. Although she doesn’t hold any anger toward this poor creature, she does toward her attitude. That’s another issue for another time.

However, Kusanagi’s growling stomach makes her relax her palms and exhale.

Now, she rests them on the brunette’s shoulders and explains. “It’s not that. I’m not sure what you went through, but I don’t want to see you selling your body or doing anything that you clearly hate. Please go clean yourself while I’ll order you something to eat. So, what would you like?”

After averting her gaze for a few moments, Kusanagi replies in a still doubting tone. “Then if it is on you, I wanna the largest beefsteak, and a bottle of whiskey.”

In the end, Alba nods. “Alright then. But wait a second, and I’ll give you something else to wear, and if you want, you may keep those clothes. So, give me a second.”

Even if Kusanagi is uncertain what she should expect from this unpredictable woman, she tilts her head and observes her like a curious feline.

After Alba wraps a fluffy small blanket around her shoulders and hands the brunette a neatly folded pile of clothes, Kusanagi gives her a questioning look while the heat rushes to her cheeks. “That won’t make me like you more, you stupid woman. But since you are so generous, I’ll take it.”

And thus, the tanned brunette immediately turns her back and lifts her head before going to the bathroom.

As the bathroom door shuts, Alba covers her mouth while containing a chuckle. “Looks like I caught a stray cat.”

Meanwhile, when Kusanagi locks the bathroom and takes a better look at her new surroundings, she impulsively let out a “whoa” noise.

After all, she has never seen such a sparkling, clean, and large bathroom in her entire life.

Additionally, a mini chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the walls and floor are crafted from white marble.

On one side, there’s a large square bath that can fit at least a couple of people, and at the end of it, a white towel hangs on a golden hanger.

In the corner, there is a shower room with walls made from glass and have golden corners.

Then, at the end of the bathroom, there are a couple of marble shelves on which are placed rolled towels, house scents, bath salts, soaps, and shampoos.

In front of the shower room, there’s the toilet, and close to it, a bronze trash can.

Then, against the bathtub, there are a couple of separated sinks by the white, expensive drawers with fancy-looking handles. Even the top surface of these drawers is made from pale marble on which are placed liquid soap dispensers close to each sink, decorative candles, and, in glass vases, the bouquets of white lilies. However, there seems to be only a single cup with a toothbrush in it.

Above the sinks and drawers, mirrors are lined across the wall.

Lastly, a white, long, fluffy bathroom carpet lies close to the sinks.

But for now, Kusanagi straightens her back and takes a step deeper into this room.

After glancing to the sides, she rests the pile of clothes on top of the drawer, and while staring at the mirror, she slowly removes the blanket from her shoulders.

“Just what does this woman want from me? Like, no one is that kind for nothing.” The tanned brunette murmurs while making a gloomy face.

After leaving the blanket on another drawer, she starts opening one drawer after another, seeking anything sharp.

Unfortunately, her search ends in vain, making her deeply sigh and lower her shoulders.

“It cannot be helped then…” Kusanagi adds as she starts pulling the medical bandage and looking for where the end of it is tucked.

However, the knock on the door startles her and she loses the end of the white bandage.

“Is everything okay, Kusanagi? Or do you need any help?” The familiar voice addresses her behind the door.

As the brunette sits on the drawer and rests her hands on it, she tries to sound as unbothered as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been too quiet for a while.” The redhead explains.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi crack a smile and makes such a smug look. “Have you been pressing your ear and listening to me?~ Is the food already here or not?”

After a moment of silence, the voice behind the door responds in a usual calm tone. “Don’t rush yourself.”

As the brunette starts unwrapping the medical bandage layer after layer, she yowls. “So that you could eat all the food? No way I’m letting you, you idiot! Just you wait and I'm coming for you.”

Lastly, Kusanagi can swear that she could hear a faint chuckle and her partner responding before leaving her alone. “Sure thing.”

After some time, Kusanagi leaves the bathroom wearing a cozy sweater with black and gray stripes, while the rest of it is brown and a raccoon's head on the front, black shorts above the knees, and fluffy slippers.

And, of course, the very thing she notices is Alba sitting on the divan and not removing her eyes from her like watching a rare specimen.

Surely, it irritates the brunette, and she mildly frowns. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted me to wear?”

Although Alba is not affected by her partner’s grumpy cat-like attitude and compliments her. “Nothing. But it really looks good on you.”

While the television plays as nothing more than background noise, she adds. “Anyway, your steak is here. But be careful with alcohol.”

When the tanned brunette turns her head, she notices on the desk the plate covered by silver lid and, along with the cutlery wrapped in red folded tissues, a bottle of amber-colored liquid, and a couple of glasses stand close.

Glancing at the redhead, Kusanagi raises her eyebrow. “How about you? Why aren’t you having anything?”

However, her partner politely declines. “I’m good. So, go ahead and don’t mind me, okay?”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi only shrugs her shoulders and approaches the desk. “More for me, then, I guess.”

As the brunette sits on the chair and pushes herself closer to the desk, Alba gets up and heads to the closet.

When she opens the closet door, she calmly speaks up. “Enjoy your meal and good night, if we won’t see each other.”

Just as Kusanagi stuffs a huge chunk of meat and chews on it, she asks. “You’re leaving somewhere?”

While picking a fitting size pajama for her guest, Alba explains. “Do not speak while your mouth is full. You may choke. And no, I’m just going to shower. So, once you’re done, you can just brush your teeth and go to sleep.”

For an unknown reason to her, Kusanagi lowers her gaze and replies in a low-key tone. “Oh…”

After pouring the whiskey into her glass, the brunette chugs it as if nothing and sees her partner closing the closet door and smiling at her.

“What’s now?” The tanned girl asks with her mouth painted with the steak sauce.

As she places the neatly folded clothes on the bed, she keeps her poker face. “Nothing. Just don’t forget to wipe your mouth and wash your hands later.”

When Kusanagi cuts another slice of the juicy meat, she mumbles. “Whatever.”

Lastly, Alba takes one more look at her guest feasting on the steak as if she hadn’t had anything for days, and goes to the bathroom.

A couple of hours has passed. Finally, it seems that Alba is asleep, or at least Kusanagi is convinced.

On the other hand, what if it is the redhead’s open invitation for her to make a move? Or so the tanned brunette wonders while studying her slumbering partner.

After Kusanagi removes the blanket from her, she carefully crawls on top of Alba while wearing a light red and white checkered short-sleeved pajama shirt and matching shorts.

Despite her heart violently beating in her chest, she sits on top of Alba and corners her.

Thus, while keeping a blushing yet determined look on her face, Kusanagi leans closer to her without realizing what kind of trouble she may getting herself into.

Somewhere in the abandoned ruins of the NESTS lab.

One redhead seems to be busy looking for someone. Unfortunately, aside from the discovered corpses of the crushed and buried under the concrete Kyoko clones, her search was fruitless.

As she bends and pulls the injured feminine hand, she briefly stares at the severed and crispy limb.

Upon tossing it away like a dirty rag, she indifferently looks at it and sighs. “Perhaps that idiot already escaped, and I’m here, left like a fool, surrounded by her cheap copies.”

Soon, a familiar figure leaning against the wall catches her eye in this lonely, chilly place.

There’s no mistake. It’s her!

“Kyoko!” Ioriko calls her rival’s name as she makes her way through the rocky floor.

No matter how roughly she makes her way through, her opponent remains unaffected, neither does she move from the same spot.

After getting close, Ioriko notices the brunette chained to the wall with the exposed wires wrapped around her body.

Although she is hanged by her restrained wrists, from her torn and dirty clothes alone, one can tell she has been there for a while.

More so, the Kusanagi heir doesn’t have any other expression than a strangely sleepy look without bothering to say anything.

When Iori grabs one wire and attempts to tear them, the brunette chuckles at her attempt.

It makes the redhead growl while she desperately scratches the restraints wrapped around her rival until her nail stingers are bleeding. “What’s so funny? Or have you lost your mind, you fool?”

Kyoko smiles and replies in a bone-chilling tone. “You know, you’re late. Too late~”

“What are you-?” Ioriko lifts her head and freezes at the same spot.

The redhead nervously asks. “Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?”

As the crimson liquid runs down the corners of Kyoko’s lips and drips on her face, Ioriko shakes her lifeless partner’s shoulders.

“Stop joking around! Wake up!” She demands.

However, there is no response from the Kusanagi heir, and the deadly silence lingers in the abandoned, damp ruins.

Eventually, the wires unwrap along with the loosened chains and hang like withered vines.

Fortunately, the red-haired woman catches her rival’s doll-like body.

As her partner continues resting on her, Ioriko becomes alerted by getting soaked in a warm liquid.

More so, Kyoko’s instantly dropping temperature, which becomes as warm as a cube of ice, terrifies even someone like her, who is used to the smell of death.

Placing her palms on the brunette’s cold cheeks, the red-haired woman lifts her chin and narrows her gaze. “Shit... You gotta be kidding me. Hey!”

Unfortunately, despite her harsh and repetitive slapping the Kusanagi heir’s one and another cheek, the brunette doesn’t show any signs of life.

Even her once sparkling amber eyes are dim, and the only thing that gives her paper-pale lips color is the dried blood on the corners of her lips.

Just before she accepts her rival’s demise, several arms sprout from the concrete and hold on her legs.

It makes Ioriko gasp, and the harder she kicks off these limbs, the more appear, and the ground becomes an endless river of blood.

After a pause, another set of pale arms raises and snatches the dead Kusanagi while countless other arms wrap around the redhead’s waist, arms, and chest.

Even when she is about to call for her rival, her voice is cut off by one hand covering her mouth and gripping her throat.

In the end, Ioriko watches the brunette being embraced like a doll while she sinks into the crimson liquid.

As the pressure crushes her throat, her vision fades to black.

Suddenly, the redhead screams and immediately sits up.

Opening her eyes, Ioriko stares at the familiar room she’s in while her chest bloats.

When she notices that she is wearing a purple nightdress with straps and resting in her bedroom, she grasps the bedsheet. “Was it just another dream?”

After she fixes her hair, she facepalms and cracks a smile. “Of course, it was… And that fool is probably still safe in hospital, if not already discharged. Why do you have to haunt me in my dreams? Haven’t we already parted ways as you wanted?”

Upon receiving no response in this lonely place, Ioriko grabs her phone from the night desk and checks the time.

“Well, whatever. I have more important things to worry about.” Ioriko closes her eyes and sighs. But for now, she roughly removes the blanket and lazily gets up.

After looking for the bathrobe and putting it on, the redhead checks the pockets.

When she senses a half-empty cigarette pack resting, she lowers her shoulders. It may do for now...

Lastly, she heads toward the balcony door to start her day. Besides, if she has too much time to think about something that she has no power or will to change, then she should be using that time to practice and prepare for the upcoming concert.

It is a calm afternoon at one park. As the wind rustles the golden tree leaves, the warm orange sunbeams reflect on the river like countless shining gems.

However, one redhead holding a bouquet of roses cannot find peace of mind. After all, Ioriko has decided to settle one business once and for all.

Of course, she doesn’t expect her rival to arrive, but she hopes Kyoko will recognize that she texted her last night.

Speaking of which, one Kusanagi heir arrives at the time and greets Ioriko with an annoyed face while keeping her hands in her jeans pockets. “So, what the hell do you want, Yagami? Or do you have nothing better to do than being a nuisance? And what’s with these roses?”

When the red-haired woman grips the bouquet, the plastic cover rustles and she tightens her lips.

Meanwhile, her partner raises her eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Did the cat get your tongue? Listen, I don’t have all day wasting time like you.”

Finally, Ioriko takes a deep breath and slams her palm against her chest. “I know it may sound crazy, but… I love you, Kyoko!”

However, the brunette’s brief chuckle grows into laughter, which makes Ioriko tilt her head.

Kyoko gives her a mocking look and rests her palms on her waist. “Huh? What kind of joke is that?”

As the redhead opens her mouth to say something, the Kusanagi heir points her finger at her. “Shush. I don’t wanna hear anything, okay?”

A moment later, she adds. “So, you thought that you’re gonna buy me by giving me cheap flowers? You know, it’s amazing how you find new ways of annoying me, but this one may top your antics.”

When she approaches her rival like a feline toward her prey, Kyoko thrusts her chest and clenches her eyes. “You are a disgusting woman, and I had enough of you and your ugly face.”

Meanwhile, Ioriko only nervously stares at the brunette, then turns her head away and lowers it without knowing how to respond aside from wanting to be evaporated at the same spot.

Biting her lip, Kyoko continues her speech. “To think of, a dirty homo thinks that she can groom me. No wonder why your entire clan has died off. You all are disgusting perverts who know nothing but to jerk off to their enemies! So, why don’t you do a favor for the world and jump from the roof? Why do you wait for a silly curse to kill you?”

Ioriko feels how her heart is crushed and stomped on by the Kusanagi heir.

So, that’s what you’ve been thinking about me all the time? She hardly swallows her saliva.

Nevertheless, she clenches her chest and reaches for the brunette’s shoulder. “Kyoko, listen, I…”

Kyoko harshly slaps her palm and yells at her. “DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME, YOU CREEPY PERVERT!”

After the brunette raises her palm, she points at the golden ring on her finger. “Are you blind or something? I’m a married woman who has a loving husband and is already pregnant! So, leave me alone, you disgusting homo. Else I’ll roast you to death!… If not allowing him to do as he pleases with you.”

In the end, Kyoko turns her back and quickens her step.

No matter how desperately Ioriko calls her name, her rival disappears into the distance.

Thus, she falls on her knees like a rag-doll and covers her face. Even if she screams at the top of her lungs, the people don't pay attention to her and continue their lives as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, the redhead opens her eyes and realizes that she is in a dark room, and all she can hear is the howling wind outside.

More so, when she wipes her eyes, she feels her palm being soaked.

“What the hell was that about? Why did it feel so real this time?” Ioriko murmurs before reaching out for her phone.

However, the burst of screen light makes her shut her eyes and groan.

After opening her sensitive eyes, she sees that it is not even the middle of the night.

Despite the urge to smoke, she tightly closes her eyes and rolls on the other side, hoping that she will fall asleep soon.

Unfortunately for her, even the slightest noise doesn’t allow her to rest while her heart beats like crazy.

“Fuck…” Ioriko slams her face against the pillow and forces herself to get up by pushing herself.

After turning the night lamp on, the redhead leaves the bed and seeks the sleeping medications along with strong alcohol.

A week has passed. After several sleepless nights, Ioriko rubs her closed eyes that are no different from the black circles around panda's eyes while wobbling like a dead person on the crowded street.

Her body feels like being beaten like a sand bag and aching bones, but she refuses to return home and take a nap or eat anything. Besides, Kyoko may either die on her again or find new ways of torturing her, anyway.

Therefore, a few shots of whiskey or tequila may do a thing by knocking her out from this world. Or so Ioriko convinces herself while heading to the alcohol shop to restock her personal bar.

However, on her way, she bumps into someone. Even then, she briefly glares at the person who bothers her.

Upon recognizing the shocked Kusanagi heir, Ioriko widens her eyes and whispers. “Kyoko?”

No, it’s just hallucination. It’s some random stranger again...

After shaking her head and without facing her, Ioriko pushes her aside and rushes her way.

Meanwhile, the bewildered brunette freezes in the same spot without being able to comprehend what just happened. As if she has seen a ghost risen from its grave.

Even though the last time they saw each other was just around a couple weeks ago before Kyoko getting hospitalized, she is in disbelief seeing her rival resembling like a walking ghoul in the middle of the night.

Nevertheless, her further thoughts are interrupted by receiving a nudge on her back. Thus, she lowers her gaze and makes a long sigh before heading toward the arcade where her disciple awaits for her.

On the same evening. Kyoko, finally, returns to her room with a hanging head and tosses away her leather jacket.

After immediately crashing out on her bed, the brunette hugs the pillow and buries her face into it.

As the salty tears soak her pillow, Kyoko's shoulders shake. Despite being in private, she does her best holding from deeper sobbing.

However, just remembering the previous encounter and her rival's unforgiving gaze, crushes her and howls through her broken voice.

She understands that it is purely her fault ending like this and she starts hating herself for only managing to react like a useless and miserable creature.

More so, it doesn't change the fact that she is the one who has destroyed their relationship before it even had a chance to bloom. Neither does it make her less guilty of hurting her most important and dear person.

In the end, Ioriko hates her and there’s no one to blame but herself. Or so Kyoko convinces herself while sniffing and briefly withdraws her gloomy face to wipe the tears and mucus with her sleeve.

At the moment, she only curls up and stares at the wall and allows the despair to dim her mind.

After some time, countless, never-ending warm drops wash down the brunette’s scalp and back.

However, she only remains sitting and hugging her knees in the shower.

As she looks down with her melancholic eyes, she takes a deep breath and sighs.

At the moment, her mind strays to the memories of the simpler times. Back when the world was under shade of purple.

To the times when it seemed that getting challenged by Ioriko at the least expected moments would never change.

To the times when even after getting dragged from a living hell, Kyoko felt at peace by the redhead’s presence alone.

Even such a simple and mundane thing as relaxing in the bathtub together or staying up late and being wrapped under the shared blanket eased the tense and reassured the Kusanagi heir. If not also gave the feeling that despite being tainted, she could love and be loved.

Unfortunately, she has burned the bridges between them that are beyond repairing. Perhaps Ioriko even ceased seeing her as her rival and now she would be indifferent if she may get sent to Avici.

Perhaps rightfully so. After all, she may have hoped that if she killed her feelings and followed her duties as a successor of the clan, Ioriko may have as well found herself someone who is not broken like her.

On the other hand, what if it is too late for these thoughts? It’s already over and all she has left is trembling and being full of remorse.

Thus, with that in mind, even if it is hard to tell whether the tears are running down her cheeks or only the shower water. Neither does she bother removing the wet and sticking locks from her face.

However, she is immediately returned to this world by the knock on door and a worried yet gentle voice. “Kyoko, honey, is everything alright? You’ve been there for a couple of hours.”

When the brunette lifts her head and groans, she immediately responds in a mildly stuttering tone. “I’m fine, mom!.. So, I’ll leave it in a minute.”

Even after managing to get up and turning off the shower head, Kyoko rests her palm against the wall and lowers her gaze.

For now, she blankly stares with her swollen and tired eyes at the draining hole swallowing the remaining water and sighs.

She doesn’t want to leave a warm and comforting space like this, but she slides the glass door and steps out. Besides, it’s no good upsetting mom because of my own trouble… Hopefully, I didn’t make any funny faces in front of Shingomi as well.

It is the morning of another day. However, the loud tapping at the Kusanagi heir’s window wakes her up.

If it was single time, she may have just ignored it and just returned to her slumber, but that noise keeps bickering her further.

“I swear... Shingomi, what could be that important?” The brunette rolls to the other side and covers her eyes.

“Fine! I’m coming.” Finally, Kyoko throws the blanket and jumps from the bed.

After walking toward the window and opening the curtains, she widens her eyes. “Yagami?”

Apparently, a certain redhead runs away immediately.

Opening the window, Kyoko leans outside. “Oi, Yagami... Wait!”

Unfortunately for her, aside from the roaring engine fading into distance, her voice doesn't reach her.

“Just, what in the world is she up to now?” The brunette facepalms and shakes her head.

Nevertheless, she decides to go after her rival and without wasting a single second, she rushes outside while only wearing her pajama shorts and a tank top.

A few minutes later, when she gets to the mailbox, she notices a folded envelope sticking out.

Upon picking it up and inspecting it, she notices that it has neither the sender nor recipient written on or anything at all apart from the circle shaped sticker holding it together.

Of course, it doesn’t look promising to her and she may have just assumed that it is either a prank or some sort of stalker letter before throwing it away.

However, what if it is Yagami’s note for her? Perhaps for whatever reason even if she doesn't want to see her face, she may still have something important to say.

Please don’t tell me you’re in that deep trouble that you have to ask help from someone who ruined your life.

But for now, while pressing the envelope against her chest, Kyoko rushes back to her room.

Soon enough, the brunette’s senses are confirmed – it is her rival’s hand-writing despite it being more wobbly and less readable, and that she has serious problems. Otherwise, she wouldn't briefly ask Kyoko to meet at the desolated parking lot in the evening, right?

However, another issue is how to get there on time. After all, the Kusanagi heir’s steel horse is fixed, but she is still not allowed to use it for another few months.

On the other hand, even if it would be an expensive option, she may still call the taxi, or in the worst case scenario, just simply get there on foot.

Then, it is decided! If that might be the only way to approach Yagami, then let it be.

It is a late starry evening in the empty parking lot. After one redhead arrives at her destination, she parks her white Honda Civic.

Leaving her car, she shows up wearing red leather pants, white t-shirt and on top of that the black jacket while holding a bouquet of roses.

Even during the night, the redhead keeps the sunglasses on her poker face.

After briefly turning and pressing the car keys, her car’s lights flicker and click.

But for now, she picks up her phone and checks the time.

“It’s still a bit early. Well, let’s see what she said is true.” The redhead sighs at the shown time on her phone. Apparently, it’s still fifteen minutes early.

After putting her phone back to pants pocket, she looks around and leans against the buffer.

Of course, Ioriko is certain that Kyoko will not arrive, but deep inside, a tiny part of her wants to believe otherwise.

Lastly, she stares into the horizon of the city and how the moving cars look no different than flashing fireflies.

As time slowly pass by, according to the redhead’s watch, around thirty minutes have passed, but there are no signs of Kusanagi heir.

Perhaps she has forgotten about it or has something better to do. Who knows?...

Nevertheless, Ioriko continues waiting for her while the bouquet rests on the buffer and her blowing another light gray smoke that evaporates into the lonely night.

Before bringing the cigarette to her lips, she tightens them. “Maybe you’ve been right all along. I should not have never made a move on you and kept these useless feelings to myself.”

Strangely, these words manage to crush her inside and make her grasp her chest, even if she understands that it is nothing more than a painful truth.

When she lowers the smoking cigarette, she shakes her hung head and cracks a smile. “I’ll wait for a bit, but if you won’t come, I’ll take it as your final answer, Kyoko.”

Biting her lip, Ioriko covers her eyes and whines. “Please do not abandon me because I cannot take it any longer.”

Meanwhile, Kyoko tirelessly stares through the passenger seat’s window and hears countless cars around her honking.

Surely, of all possible times just when she is that close to Iori, she has to be stuck in the traffic jam, even if she left earlier.

For now, she checks the time on her phone and closes her eyes without hiding her frustration. Shit… I may get stuck here forever. So, I may just as well reach her quicker on foot.

Nevertheless, she breaks the awkward silence. “That’s it! I’m leaving!”

After picking the wallet from her leather jacket pocket, she throws all her savings to the poor driver. “Please take it. I don’t care, just keep the rest to yourself!”

Thus, just before the confused man manages to say anything Kyoko opens the car door and jumps outside.

Right now, the very least concern of hers is the sea of vehicles anxiously honking or her running around in the highway.

Wait for me, Yagami!

The brunette rapidly pants while breaking through the night with a burning determination.

In the meantime. It’s been more than an hour, but it seems that, in the end, the Kusanagi heir didn’t show up for this date.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. However, I shouldn’t have expected otherwise.” Ioriko cracks a bitter smile while keeping her dark shade.

After finishing smoking, she drops the last cigarette butt and crushes under her foot.

But for now, she gets up and walks toward the backseat door to look for a specific item.

Unlocking the door, she bends and picks a bottle filled with dark amber liquid.

When she exhales, she immediately opens it and chugs it despite her throat washed down by the rough, burning liquid with bitter taste.

Even if her face twists and the whiskey runs down the corners of her lips, she forces herself to empty the bottle as her life depends on it.

As the dizziness and numbness takes her over, she aggressively wipes her mouth with her sleeve and launches the empty bottle at the nearest sign.

Upon the glass shattering, Ioriko tosses her sunglasses away and drags herself toward the highway.

Eventually, she manages to reach her destination. After gripping the concrete fence, the redhead leans forward and looks down at the never-ending rushing traffic.

This is it. She may finally be able to rest in peace and end her blood curse.

Lastly, Ioriko closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Finally, she gathers her remaining strength to overcome herself and...

“... Yagami! Noooo!”

Suddenly, she widens her eyes and gasps upon someone wrapping their arms around her waist and pulling her back.

A moment later, her upper body is yanked and her back is pressed against something while the same arms refuse letting her go.

Even in such a state, she feels how this person’s chest is bloating while deeply breathing against her skin.

While her head is spinning, she groans and recognizes that unusual pitiful voice’s owner.

“Thank goodness I came just in time...” The brunette closes her teary eyes and tightens her embrace.

After she sniffs and holds her breath, she whispers. “Please. I beg you, never ever do anything like this again.”

However, Ioriko’s losing consciousness more until she only manages call her rival’s name before passing out.

Unknown amount of time has passed.

Eventually, one red-haired woman starts waking up and groans. Surely, that splitting head makes her want to smash it.

It doesn’t help that her throat and mouth are dry as a desert along with feeling nauseous and that her bladder may explode at any time.

Although she can recognize that she is resting in someone’s bed. Did anyone call an ambulance or was it the Kusanagi heir sticking her nose when she shouldn't have but instead left her as someone else’s problem?

On the other hand, that bedsheet is too soft unlike the one in the hospital. So, where in the hell is she?

When she shuts her eyes tighter, she slowly opens them and notices that, to her surprise, she is in her bedroom.

Upon sitting up and lowering the blanket, she sees that her jacket was removed.

While covering her forehead, she murmurs. “Just what the hell happened yesterday? And who’s that fool who brought me here?”

When she turns her head, she narrows her gaze. “The hell? What are you doing here, you fool?”

Apparently, the Kusanagi heir sits and leans against the edge of the bed while loosely hugging her knees and hanging her head down. More so, she is only in the white tank top and pair of jeans.

Just how long has she been there? Either way, it must be just another dream and that she may wake up any moment now.

But for now, the redhead throws her legs over the edge of the bed and about to stand up.

Suddenly, she becomes alert and freezes in the same spot when the brunette lifts her head.

“Yagami? You’re awake?” Kyoko looks at her with her sleepy eyes.

When she averts her gaze, she asks in a gloomier tone. “How are you feeling? Or do you need anything?”

Surely, the redhead is not sure how to respond and she only observes her rival hugging her thighs.

After swallowing the saliva and turning her head, Ioriko clenches her fists. “Why am I here and how long have you been here?”

Slowly closing her amber eyes, Kyoko shakily respires. “Do you recall anything before you passed out?”

When she opens them, she begins interrogating her rival while trying to remain calm. “Why did you want me to see me after you told me that you hate me? It must be important that you’ve been ready to throw your life away. But then what’s up with these roses left on your car?”

However, as the bangs fall, they cover Ioriko’s darkened face. “That’s… Does it matter anymore? Weren’t you the one that told me that I shouldn’t wait for my cursed blood to finish me and do it by myself? But I hoped to make one thing clear to you before ending it all or you hating me.”

Surely, the Kusanagi heir is genuinely confused by her rival’s words. Despite that, she lifts her head and fires back. “No matter what you ever do to me, you will never make me hate you or me wanting you to take your life. So, just tell me.”

After not receiving any answers for a few moments, Kyoko rests her palm on her thigh and gets up. “I’ll get you some water. You must be thirsty after chugging whatever was inside that shattered bottle.”

Just before she takes any step, she feels Ioriko weakly hugging her from behind.

The redhead presses her head against her back and murmurs. “I’m sorry… Please stay.”

Surely, it makes Kyoko turn her head and tilt it. “Yagami?”

When she rests her palm on the redhead’s wrists, she carefully sits next to her rival.

“What for? You haven’t done anything.” Kyoko softens her tired gaze and gently strokes Ioriko’s wrists.

Noticing that she hangs her head in the air above her lap, the brunette reassures her. “It’s okay. I don’t mind it.”

At first, Ioriko doubts like a stray dog whether it is okay, but she rests her on her ex-partner’s soft thighs and exhales through nose.

But for now, the Kusanagi heir slowly blinks and lowers her shoulders. “While you were asleep, I took these empty bottles and cans out. But it’s unusual for you to drink that much or being fine with living in such a pigsty. Did anything terrible happen?”

“Why do you care about it?” Ioriko frowns.

After a brief pause, she continues confessing. “I was thinking for a while about something. Since you’ve been haunting me during my sleep, I had to do it. So, I hoped that you would come and I could ask for your forgiveness for hurting you. Perhaps then I would not have ended my life.”

However, Kyoko only closes her eyes and tightens her lips. “Yagami, you fool.”

Suddenly, she picks Iori up like a puppy and pulls her into a hug. “You stupid, stupid woman…”

After sniffing, she adds while tightening her embrace. “Please never do anything reckless like that ever again. Else I’ll follow you and drag you out the Sanzu river, you idiot.”

As her eyes become teary, Kyoko does her best to hold back from crying. Unfortunately for her voice betrays her. “I was so sure that after that accident, you will never forgive me and hate me forever.”

Lastly, she whispers. “You should have told me earlier instead of shutting in because I would never have driven you away. You have no idea how I have missed you.”

At first, the red-haired woman hesitates, but she returns the given affection and wraps her arms around her partner.

Surely, it makes Kyoko widen her amber eyes.

However, feeling her partner’s palm landing on her head and stroking her hair strangely calms her.

In the end, she closes her eyes and rests her head on Ioriko’s shoulder.

Right now, neither of them speak or disturb this serene moment. Only the sunbeams break through Ioriko’s bedroom window and wrap them around with warmth.