By now the bakery was completely empty but Morgana hadn't shown herself since what felt like forever. Katarina grew suspicious but also more and more curios as to what Morgana must be doing. Catlike, the assassin sneaked to the back of the bakery. She saw Morgana struggle and hid behind a corner until she realized, the angel had problems cleaning the huge bowl she used to prepare the dough. One Leg in the air, the person itself nearly falling into the bowl and covered in flour.
Morgana straightened herself immediately the moment she heard soft chuckling behind her that grew into loud laughter. Glaring at the woman behind the corner she spat, "Watch your mouth, mortal, or you won't like what I'm going to do to you." Katarina did not stop laughing, instead she said, "Embarrassed, are we? Maybe need a hand?"
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Katarina took a deep breath and knocked at the door in front of her. No response. "Cass, it's me." she said and knocked again. Still no response. "I need your help, Cass." The door slowly creaked open and revealed a half human, half snake woman that certainly lacked some sleep according to the dark rings underneath her eyes. Although Katarina showed nothing, this image tore at her heart, a familiar sting she felt. She entered the dimly lit room and turned the light switch to its full potential. Cassiopeia hissed and shielded her eyes from the sudden light that burned her eyes, faint tears escaping their edges.
"What the hell, Kat." the snake-woman groaned, not pleased with the way her sister invaded her personal space. Ignoring her, Katarina made her way to the window, shoving the curtains aside and opening it, fresh air dancing with red hair for a short moment. Oxygene streaming into the room, lifting the atmosphere, waking Cassiopeia to her full senses. Said slithered to her bed and sat down, Katarina took a seat beside her. She could only guess how long it has been Cassiopeia's room had seen daylight, how long her sister had been bathing in her own misery.
Due to the impatient look on Cassiopeia's face, Katarina went straight for business. "I've received a mission", she started. "Why should I care? Missions are none of my concerns now." Cassiopeia interrupted and leaned back on her bed, visibly tired. The assassin took her sister's hand in hers and gently squeezed it. "Cass, I need you to listen to me, please." she waited for a brief moment, then continued, "It's an undercover mission and I only know one expert in that field." Katarina looked at her sister, "that is you." Cassiopeia shook her hand off, lifting herself off the bed. It looked as if she needed some time to compose herself, she then turned with a wide smile to her sister, her memory flooded with missions she accomplished successfully, the praise she received.
Katarina was relieved to see this positive change in her sister's attitude. First, she wasn't sure whether she should bother her sister with her request due to her unstable state of emotions since her transformation, now, now she was glad she had done so. A smile crept on the assassin's face not quite mirroring the joy on Cassiopeia's face, yet still heartwarming, truthful.
"Clothes are everything!" Cassiopeia clasped her hands in excitement. "We have to cover up your identity; your hair and most importantly your scar give it away." With that, she slithered to her closet, let her hand glide over several pieces halting sometimes, tilting her head, consider possibilities, shaking her head, continue the act. "You're quite the challenge, Kat," she muttured to herself, laughed lightly, "we have to disguise your identity, yet you have to be able to fight."
After half an hour and several clothes scattered on the floor later, Cassiopeia was satisfied with her choice. She then proceeded to her dresser and gestured Katarina to sit in front of it, she then took several make-up articles out of it and showed it to her sister. "Oh no, you're not going to put this shit onto my face, Cass!" Katarina protested. "Oh come on, just a little, to cover up the scar", Cassiopeia whined. By the death-glare she received, the younger Du Couteau resigned. "Okay, then", she went to her closet again, "take this." With that, she threw a big sunhat into Katarina's direction, said caught it skillfully. The assassin shook her head, smiled, couldn't say no, couldn't deny her sister this joy.
"Now comes the difficult part" Cassiopeia stated, slithered behind her sister, wrapping her arms around her neck. Katarina tensed slightly at this unexpected touch. "You have to get to know the target, befriend it, lure it into the security of friendship, tangle them in your strings, suck up every information they give you, show interest, waiting, patiently." the snake-woman's eyes became cold as if she was looking for prey, composed, every move controlled, no emotions, raw logic glimmered in her eyes. Suddenly, she snapped out of this trance, a pitiful look on her face. "Never let your emotions get the better of you, never, don't tangle yourself in the web you wove."
Katarina lay a hand on the shoulder of her sister and whispered "Thank you, Cass."
'Embarrassed, are we?' those words kept ringing in Morgana's ears. She looked up, smiled, dark energy flying in Katarina's direction. Without hesitation, the assassin used shunpo to get behind the mage, drawing a knife and – no! She put the knife back to its place as soon as she could.
Morgana turned, calm, collected. "I gave you enough opportunities, you're not here to kill me?", the angel asked matter of factly. "Then why did you disguise yourself?" she had an idea but the answer she received threw her off. "You see", Katarina started, "I wanted to check out the new bakery everyone was talking about. With the image I gave off so far, I couldn't allow myself to be seen eating sweets. What I didn't expect was the amount of people there. I felt too uneasy as to order more than a coffee. " She sighted and took a step back, Morgana was standing way too near for her liking. "Then you discovered me and I couldn't eat all day." As if to justify her statement, her stomach growled. Katarina had enough time to make up a story, although the arched eyebrow of Morgana told her, she wasn't quite buying it.
The mage didn't question the story aloud, instead started chuckling. The picture of a highly trained assassin, every strike deadly, cold, death written all over the face, succumbing to cupcakes was simply too hilarious. Morgana walked to the counter, grabbed a cupcake with a lot of cream on to and handed it to Katarina. All concerns gone, she bit into the cupcake whole-heartedly and couldn't believe the sensations untangling in her mouth. A sweet mix of vanilla and strawberry playing with her senses engulfing her tongue, realizing how her body had longed for food. Forgetting her manners, she tried to mouth how delicious it was. Morgana smiled warmly at her, satisfied to see the assassin enjoying her baking skills.
"Eventhough I enjoy your company, I need to get up early tomorrow, thus I'd like to go home soon." the angel stated. Katarina, devouring the rest of the cupcake, spoke her thanks and left. On her way home, she realized, she had cream left on her lips, hastily wiping it away, it suddenly dawned on her she hadn't asked Morgana one single question.