Chapter 10

Kyoko folded her arms up into her chest as she walked. It was an unusually cold night for the time of year, and each breath let out a small cloud which lingered around her face before dispersing.

I shouldn't have left her.

What could she have done, though? Wouldn't it just have made things even worse if she tried to stay? She raised a hand to her face and wiped the tears away, then looked at her fingertips and examined the wetness that was transferred onto them.

She couldn't remember the last time she had cried. She hasn't done so once since becoming a Magical Girl... not even when...

The memory had always discomforted her, but for some reason it was now causing more than just tears to touch her eyes. The sadness filled her entire body, and she wanted to just kneel down right there in the street and start sobbing wildly.

Her father died, her mother died, and little Momo died, and it was a direct result of her making a wish. Thinking about it usually didn't affect her, but this time it felt like the thoughts were tearing her apart.

She fell against a light post, and rested her head against it while wrapping one arm around as if giving it a hug. "Idiot," she said to herself. "That was almost three years ago, so why are you doing this now?" She started hitting her head against the pole. "Stop it, stop it, stop it."

She didn't know where to go. She could go to Mami's house, but part of her didn't want to. There was that reclusive side of her that lingered in her heart, and it told her she just wanted to be alone.

She could go steal some food from a store. She promised her friends that she would stop stealing, but this wasn't an ordinary situation, and she didn't know what else to do. Once she had something to eat, she could go find an abandoned house, or a hotel room to break into.

Then, tomorrow, she could go try and find Sayaka...

...or maybe she wouldn't. Life was less painful alone... There were less opportunities to get hurt. She had almost forgotten that. So, it would probably be better if she just disappeared. It might be better for Sayaka, too.

"Yeah, that's right..." she whispered, a grin coming over her face. "I'll just run away." She knew if she hadn't started getting close to people in the first place, she wouldn't be feeling like this right now. She may have been alone for two and a half years, but at least she never felt any sadness.

She reached for her back pocket, to grab the box of pocky she usually kept there. Her fingers just brushed against soft fabric, since the dress didn't have pockets, and she had left her pocky at Mami's house.

Yeah... I'm just going to disappear. She pushed away from the light post and started making a sound that could either be laughter or crying. Her face was wet, and her eyes were dark and heavy as she continued walking. It's better like that, it's so much better.

Then, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and it stopped her dead in her tracks. She felt Sayaka's face bury itself into her back, and she could hear Sayaka crying. "I'm sorry!" she said, "I'm so sorry!"

"Sayaka?" Kyoko whispered. Her left hand raised and grabbed onto one of Sayaka's arms, which were crossed over her chest as Sayaka held onto her and wept. The tears had stopped flowing so freely from Kyoko's eyes, and she turned around to return Sayaka's embrace.

They held each other, Sayaka's face in Kyoko's chest, and Kyoko's chin resting over her shoulder. "That was horrible," Sayaka said. "I didn't think that... I'm so sorry that happened!"

"You dummy," Kyoko whispered directly into her ear, holding her tightly. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."

Sayaka shook her head. "No, you didn't do anything wrong."

Kyoko just held her for a while, allowing her to cry.

Was I really thinking of leaving? What the hell? I don't wanna leave... Her arms tightened around Sayaka. Sayaka didn't know what it was Kyoko was apologizing for, but all the same Kyoko knew an apology was due for the kinds of thoughts she had just been thinking. No, I never want to leave her side again.

Eventually Sayaka looked up. "I don't want to go home tonight. Do you think Mami would mind if we went to her house?"

Kyoko thought about it for a moment and said, "Na, she wouldn't mind, but I have a better Idea." She kept an arm around Sayaka's shoulder and started walking down the street with her.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Kyoko ended up taking Sayaka's hand and leading her into an alleyway behind a hotel. "What are we doing here?"

Kyoko let go of her hand for a moment as she tested a door handle. Sayaka looked around nervously; it was nighttime and there were no lights in this alleyway so it was really dark. Kyoko pulled out her SoulGem and held it against the handle, there was a bright flash of light and they could both hear a soft click from inside the door as the deadbolt slid open. Kyoko held the door open and gestured inside "Maddam," she said, a soft grin touching her face.

"K-Kyoko, is it really ok to do something like that?"

Kyoko shrugged. "Probably not, but it's not like we are hurting anyone. Besides, there's something I want to show you." Sayaka still seemed a bit hesitant so Kyoko added: "Just trust me." And that was all Sayaka needed to move forward and step inside.

Kyoko held her hand as she led her up the stairs. They went all the way to the top floor, and when they got there Kyoko peaked her head out into the hall before continuing.

"What if someone catches us?" Sayaka asked.

"They'll just kick us out, they can't really do anything." Kyoko shrugged. They walked all the way to the end of the hall, until Kyoko stopped at a door at the very end. "Besides, the danger makes it exciting." She winked as she held her SoulGem up to the doorknob, and it clicked open just as the one at the back entrance had.

Kyoko led her in and gestured around the room. Sayaka's hands clapped together at her chest as she looked around, aweing at the fabulous room. "Welcome to lifestyles of the rich and famous!" Kyoko laughed, shutting the door. "Actually, I used this room before. It probably costs a hella-lot to actually pay for, so I guess it doesn't get rented out that often. Only if some big shot happens to be in town."

It may have been a hotel room, but Sayaka thought it might be bigger than her entire house! She took in the big screen TV, the expensive furniture, the extremely soft shag carpeting, and it looked like the kitchen was made entirely of marble. From the ceiling hung a chandelier. Sayaka always thought SoulGems were one of the prettiest things she had ever seen as far as jewelry goes, and that was true, but the chandelier came close. The jewels that hung from it caught the light they were shielding and refracted it into a rainbow of colors that gently hued the space around it.

"Should we really be doing this?" Sayaka asked again, although if she was trying to chastise Kyoko in any way, her voice didn't show it. She was awestruck by the room, and her voice could only convey that feeling of wonder. "I mean, we could get in trouble."

Kyoko grinned, catching up with Sayaka and putting an arm over her shoulder. "You can be a bad girl for just one night, can't you?" Then she blushed, realizing how that sounded.

Sayaka didn't mind, as she turned herself inside Kyoko's arm and met her face to face with a seductive smile. "Yeah, I don't mind being bad." Then she leaned forward with her eyes closed, closing the distance between them and meeting Kyoko lip to lip. She felt Kyoko suck on her lower lip, then retreat briefly, just to come back and lock mouths again more fully.

Kyoko felt one of Sayaka's hands creep lower on her back, until it made it down to her ass and grab on. Kyoko pulled away, she liked where all this was going, but she didn't want it to go too fast. She wanted to slow things down and make the evening last. Sayaka looked at her, her face red with blush and she asked "What?" Wondering why Kyoko had stopped.

Kyoko just stared at her for a moment, not revealing anything, and finding it amusing to watch Sayaka's anxious anticipation. Eventually, she pushed Sayaka away with a soft touch and said "Hang on a sec." Then went for the kitchen...

...The KITCHEN?

Sayaka gave her the benefit of the doubt at first, but then she saw Kyoko open the fridge and start digging around inside. Sayaka folded her arms and her face went red from anger rather than blush. She knew Kyoko sometimes picked inappropriate times to start snacking, but this was just ridiculous! Sure, they didn't get around to actually eating dinner, but still. Sayaka followed Kyoko into the kitchen, getting ready to give her a piece of her mind, but she stop when Kyoko turned away from the fridge. She was holding something and grinning sharply.

"Looks like I was right. These kinds of rooms usually get stocked with stuff like this." Kyoko slammed the bottle of champagne down on the countertop. "So, how about it?"

"Kyoko! We can't drink that, we're underage!"

"Hey, come on, I'm not saying we should drink the whole bottle! Let's just try some." She worked the cork with her thumb and eventually popped it off. "I thought you were ok with being bad?"

Sayaka figured it wasn't any worse than breaking and entering, and it's not like she never had alcohol before. Her parents let her taste a little at parties and on special occasions, but she had never actually gotten drunk before. "Well, ok," she said. "I guess it would be a waste to not at least try some."

"So then I SAID! 'Hey how come you never had a boyfriend or anything before, SENPAI!' Awww, you should have seen her face." Kyoko laughed, her face was bright red from drunkenness. "She didn't know WHAT to say… heheheh, it was great."

Sayaka laughed at the story, reaching for the bottle on the coffee table to give herself a refill. She could totally imagine the look on Mami's face after that kind of a burn. She poured the champagne, and by the time the bottle was fully upside down her glass was only part of the way full.

"Aw, it's all gone." Sayaka giggled as she sat back, and Kyoko returned an arm around her shoulder.

"Cheers," Kyoko said, holding up her glass.

"No, no! Wait, we have to do a toast!"

"A toast? To what?"

"Um…" Sayaka sat with the glass in her lap and both hands holding onto it. Kyoko still rested her free arm over her shoulder as Sayaka thought over what to make a toast to. Then, a big smile came over her face, and she raised her glass high in the air, shouting: "A toast to Kyoko's sexy ASS!" And she started laughing wildly, totally amused by her own joke.

Kyoko sighed and leaned back, oh man, she really is drunk. "I'm not toasting to that, dummy." Kyoko was feeling pretty tipsy herself, but Sayaka was clearly far more affected by it. Kyoko thought that they drank about the same, but maybe it's just that some people handle it better than others.

"Well waaaht then?" Sayaka slurred.

Kyoko figured she was pretty drunk herself, because what she thought to say was way out of character for her. It was true, though, so she said it anyway. Her voice softened as she leaned in close. "A toast, to the best girl I ever could have asked for." and she clinked her glass against Sayaka's. Sayaka stared at Kyoko deeply, completely won over by those words; and they each raised their glasses to their lips, and emptied them.

Not a second after Kyoko returned her empty glass to the coffee table, Sayaka was on the move. She climbed up into Kyoko's lap, straddling her and leaning in for a kiss. Kyoko was normally the instigator to these kinds of activities, but she thought she liked seeing Sayaka's aggressive side come out. Sayaka held her against the couch with a hand on each of her shoulders, pinning her, and started kissing her.

Kyoko's hands were in perfect position to start removing Sayaka's skirt, so that's what she did. When it was down around her knees, Sayaka lifted her butt into the air so Kyoko could pull it down the rest of the way, and she stepped out. Their mouths didn't lose contact for more than a second in the process.

Sayaka's hands then started working the buttons on Kyoko's blouse, until the garment was fully open, revealing a white stomach, and a black bra over a slender chest.

Kyoko thought she liked seeing Sayaka's more aggressive side, it was different than what they usually do, but at the same time she didn't want to give up her own position of dominance so easily. Her hands crawled further up Sayaka's body and grabbed at her chest. Sayaka, surprised by the sudden action, parted lips for a moment and that's all Kyoko needed to make her move. She flipped Sayaka over onto her back, and got on top of her, quickly rejoining their lips before Sayaka could make any complaint. Sayaka let out a muffled moan as Kyoko locked their mouths together again. If it was meant to be a word of objection, she quickly gave it up as she closed her eyes and continued with the kissing.

Kyoko's fingers twined together with Sayaka's left hand, and she grabbed her by the wrist on her right hand. She then delicately guided Sayaka's arms above her head. Kyoko forced one hand around both wrists so she could have Sayaka pinned, while still keeping one of her own hands free. Then she used her free hand to start pulling up Sayaka's shirt. Right around the time the shirt was coming over Sayaka's chest, she let out a soft moan, and Kyoko couldn't help but think how cute it was.

They had to part lips as the shirt came over her head, and once it was off Kyoko wrapped it around Sayaka arms to assist with restraining her. She then went right to planting kisses on her neck, each getting lower and lower as if she were laying a trail down to Sayaka's chest. Sayaka playfully resisted; moaning as she tried to pull away with an unresolved level of effort.

Kyoko's free hand went around behind Sayaka's back and undid her bra. Once it was off, her kisses turned into sucking at the newly exposed skin, and Sayaka let another cute sound escape her lips. She then gasped with widened eyes when Kyoko's free hand grabbed at that sensitive place between her legs. Kyoko looked up at her through the tops of her eyelids, her face still buried in Sayaka's chest. "I got another surprise for you, you want it?" She asked with a grin, and a seductive whisper.

Did she want it? Hell yeah, she wanted it! She didn't need to say a word, though; her eyes said it all.