A small group of women stepped out of from the shadows and through the scattering columns of light. Each one had that expression, the look of a hunter, a predator with cold hard eyes, straight-line smile, every step cautious and hushed.
Color me impressed…. little misaka spoke with the same eyes, arms across her chest. Yep. She watched with sharp eyes, gave a little unconscious nod of her head. I knew it… Small children…. She said.
One of them spoke. She was tall and slender, gripping the spear across her belly as if to say you have to go through me first. "We didn't want to interrupt…" she pointed the sharp point of the spear to the bodies. "Our apologies…" She said, each one bowing their heads.
Exhaling a heavy breath and hearing no more heart beats in the woods. "Don't bow…" Mikoto said, "Please" gradually shaking her head. it was something she'd never gotten use too and knowing that, many of the members of her household would often do it just to tease her. "are they friends of yours?" her thinned reddish eyes, studied the lines across their faces. Past experiences with warlords, world leaders and a certain level four pervert honed her skills.
She loosened her grip on the body, letting her razor sharp finger nails sliced a gory trail across its' bumpy hairy back, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. Chuckles and soft smiles appeared as they glanced at each other. The first one brought her hand up between her well endowed breasts.
how'd I miss those. A little smartass spoke. sheesh Mikoto whispered, a soft shade of pink colored her cheeks, glancing down at her own ample naked blood splattered breasts. Nothing wrong here…clearing her throat. Long gone were those insecurities of a young woman. But she still had her pride.
Crap…. I'm naked covered in sticky splatter and…. sigh… this isn't a good day…is it? she uttered.
"Aya..." drawing her shoulders back, "Aya…" tapping her chest, with a smile. Mikoto blinked a few times. The young woman's voice cut through her cold gaze. she took a moment, looking at the smile on her face. The young woman's eyes drew her in, soft and warm, genuine. Her heart spiked, seeing a certain someone special in her mind, dropped her chin, letting her eyelids drift down.
"I'm sorry…" in a soft voice, bowing her head, "I'm being rude" gently lifting her head "Mikoto Misaka, nice to meet you." a sheen of wetness covered her eyes, letting the image fade from her memory. "nice to meet you… Mikoto." the young woman called Aya answered. Aya gave a serious nod of her head, looking over to the other young women, winked, bring the spear up, the tip pointing to the sky and elbowed the young woman next to her.
She was on the small side, long black hair to her waist. Her eyes swelled with surprise, dipped her chin lightly, rubbed the back of her neck, puckered her mouth at the others teasing laugh. They were close.
She could see it, and it reminded her of what she'd lost, the feeling let her heart sink. It hurt…. those feeling returning. The loss of her friends. Each laugh, the look in their eyes, With a long exhale, she hoped to force it back the memory where it belonged… her blood-smeared fingers clenched, tight at her breasts. She watched quietly as they teased each other.
She knew them again. Vita, Rin, Brym, Scarlett, Chloe…. her elites. A pleasant memory turned painful. Regret and shame filled her with each breath, hoping to quell the uneasiness, bury it deep inside her breast. It hurt, heavy as a stone she waited until she could wait no more. The words formed slowly, made their way up her throat and over her tongue, please stop…barely able to pass her quivering mouth. she exhaled a long surrendering sigh, with eyes glimmering,
…. look your best…. little Misaka wiped her balling eyes, her small chest expanding, sucking in her breath…that's right…cute attack…allwways workkkksss…I'm not crying…damn onions…it's so dusty in here!
The taste of iron, of her own blood rolled over her tongue, drawing her back to the real world. Her cheeks blushed as she ran her blood-stained fingers through her hair, bringing it out of her face. A quick smacked of her cheeks…. come on Mikoto. She growled. Get it together shaking her head. these are not them taking a breath, she looked over.