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A/N: I just watched Black Rock Shooter and I loved it! Mato and Yomi's friendship really moved me. Anyway, this fic centers on Mato and Yomi's friendship and has mild Yuri. I warmed you.

Normality

Their first kiss—as Mato had later admitted—was really, really nice. They had been at their special place, leaning over the metal railing and gazing out at the skyline view of the city. The sun was setting and the sky was full of brilliant shades—mixtures of fiery oranges and reds and soothing purples and cerulean blues. A calming breeze swept by, rustling their hair and casting stray sakura blossoms into the air. Mato's pretty sky eyes fluttered shut as she exhaled deeply. She was musing over how great it was that she and Yomi had slipped into their cycle of normality again; that Yomi was back and by her side, that somehow she'd saved her from her warping jealously and distorted sense of self-worth—and then she felt soft, dainty fingertips brush against her cheeks.

Mato immediately blushed, which was something she often did in Yomi's presence, and slowly opened her eyes. Yomi was smiling softly at her, those beautiful yet bewitching acidic green eyes boring into hers. Mato couldn't move, as if Yomi's gaze had frozen her body over, but ironically, she felt as if she was burning up. She tried to form words—she licked her lips, parted them—but none came. There were a millions things running through her mind. A million things she wanted to say to Yomi, but wasn't sure of how to articulate.

Yomi said nothing, but Mato sensed that she knew. Instead, she pulled Mato close by the small of her back—so close that their breaths mingled. When Yomi crushed their lips together, Mato thought of all the cheesy romance movies and decided this moment put them all to shame.

When they both pulled away, they were silent, both in awe of what had just transpired. Mato knew this kiss would change their friendship, that it would be reborn as something much deeper. And she accepted that. She reached for Yomi's hand, blue eyes silently beckoning. Their fingers intertwined perfectly, and as they directed their gaze back to the skyline and the setting sun, the silence was golden.

Mato figured it wasn't exactly "normal" for girls to kiss, but then she realized that there was nothing normal about their relationship. Their friendship had been quite unusual from the start—the fact that they'd bonded so quickly, that they felt empty without each other, that no one else seemed to matter, and the longing looks and subtle touches that often lingered too long.

Yomi finally spoke, her bell-chime voice warning that it was getting late. Mato nodded, still too dazed about what'd just happened to speak. Hand in hand, the two headed towards home.

Mato's lips still tingled from the kiss; she touched them thoughtfully with her fingertips. She and Yomi were different, so this had to be okay. It had to be normal. And if it wasn't normal, Mato didn't care.

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