YuRi Shipper: I got more reviews than expected… so my update came faster than I expected. See, I'm 'busy' Mondays. xD So, yeah… but hey, anything for the reviewers. -wasn't expecting over 40 reviews- Wowza.
Ayane: Could it be they reviewed because one : there's been more of me lately, two: Lei Fang isn't getting what she wants, and three: you left them on a cliff-hanger? No, those couldn't be the reasons-sarcasm-
YuRi Shipper: Eheh… ignore her. Just read on, and pretend that was never there… -whispers- Christie, get 'er…
Awkward Situations Call For Awkward Measures
For a moment, neither girl moved, Kasumi's face still only inches from the young German's as she breathed heavily, swallowing. This could not be good… all thanks to that little voice inside her head… But wasn't it technically a part of her? So she believed, yes. But it was still the voice's fault. Damned subconscious.
Hitomi drew back, the situation finally sinking in. "I-I… I'm going to… to go downstairs…" She mumbled, sitting up abruptly and rushing out of the room, leaving a certain redhead to beat herself up.
/Wow… that didn't exactly go the way I thought it would./
No kidding!
And there it was once more, that annoying little voice that seemed to revel in getting her into trouble with the little brunette.
/Geeze, stop your whining… didn't you at least get to taste those lips/
You're evil.
/Think what you like.
I'm only here to point you in the right direction… and Hitomi's definitely the
right direction, if you get what I'm saying, here./
You don't sound like me at all.
A pause – there were no more voices in her head, and she as glad. Maybe they'd leave her alone now, at least until after she could patch things up… that was, if she could. Amber orbs widened as she finally came to the grim realization that 'patching things up' with Hitomi might be far easier said than done.
Downstairs, Ayane noted the rushing, near tears Hitomi with grim satisfaction. At least she was getting it out now instead of during the middle of the night. The purple-haired woman bowed her head, fiery eyes closing as she entered deep thought… or so it would appear. It only took a moment for her calm to be shattered, as the very two who had been grating on her nerves since the previous night walked by, screeching at one another.
"It was entirely your fault!"
"Well, excuse me for not being able to cope with you being so bitchy and controlling!"
"I am not controlling!"
Death glares and harsh words were exchanged as the pair continued to duke it out, violet meeting cerulean in a battle of the… erm… insults and finger-pointing, mainly.
"Enough!" Ayane stood, breathing heavily through her nose, looking for all the world like a bull about to run through its fighter. "Sit down, and listen to me for a change." Helena was all too eager to comply, sitting with her hands folded in her lap. Christie was a different matter, though, crossing her arms over her chest and snorting, turning her head with a sneer.
"And why should I listen to you?" She brought up an interesting point – after all, she had no reason to listen to her. Ayane stood… what, roughly 5'2"? She towered above the cold Japanese woman by at least eight inches, for goodness sake! Yet, had one seen the murderous expression crossing Ayane's features, they would have done as told.
"Ah!" The Brit had been slammed down onto the couch by a furious Ayane, who sat on top of the stunned woman triumphantly. The blonde, who had sat calmly for the most part, fidgeted, watching as the shocked expression made its way across Christie's usually cool or angered features.
'Why couldn't she have shown such emotion back then?' Just knowing the albino was indeed capable of forming facial expressions was quite shocking, actually. She stared in awe, as the British woman fought to regain control of her emotions, reining them back as if she'd realized her slip up.
"Fine… I'll sit." She breathed, now calm once more, placid to the point of being languid in every movement she made, every word she spoke.
"Good!" Ayane exclaimed, obviously still pissed. "Now, feel this." A hand came down on one of Christie's cheeks, the other landing with a smack on Helena's. Simultaneously, they both grabbed at the affected area, though different reactions occurred. The blonde woman merely looked indignant, whilst the one with snow-white locks looked ready to kill. And, knowing her, she most likely was.
"Listen up! I don't need to babysit you – you two are supposedly grown woman, damn it! And here you are, whining about how it used to be, and whose fault it was. Want to know a little secret? No one else here gives a fuck! You've been keeping us up at night for no fucking reason! So screw it. Take care of your god-damned problems somewhere else – but not while we're all trapped in this hellhole." She backed away, fuming as she trudged off. There was a bar that had been discovered last night, by none other than Tina, at some point or another – and she intended to make full use of its services.
It would be an understatement to say she was surprised to spot a drunk Hitomi putting up a single, slender finger when she arrived, amid many a glass that the solitary bartender was trying to clean up hurriedly.
"What the hell are you doing in a bar? Aren't you a little…" She searched for a word, smirking as she took a place beside Hitomi . "Under-aged?"
"So?" The reply was cool, yet slurred. The girl before Ayane was not the one she had seen the first day at the large sort of 'mansion' – no, this wasn't the happy-go-lucky little Hitomi everyone else seemed to believe she was. And so it was with ultimate satisfaction that she ordered a beer for herself, deciding to toast it to this other girl's misery, not taking the time to think about why she was so upset…
That was, until she had the cold, alcoholic beverage in her hand. "Wait a second…" Pulling a disgusted face, she tilted her head. Ayane had been amazingly vocal for someone who hated interaction, lately… "Wasn't my – wasn't Kasumi up there making you feel better?"
"She sure has a funny way of doing it." A hiccup followed this statement, as the German girl put away another beer. "You generally don't make out with – hic – the ones you're supposed to be – hic – cheering up… especially not when they're – hic, hic – asleep." She barely finished her sentence before keeling over on the bar, groaning and shaking her head. Man, she was going to have a hell of a hangover…
But Ayane wasn't worried about that at the moment. No, she currently felt a most familiar emotion boiling deep within her, as she stood, fists clenched so tightly by her sides that her knuckles turned white as she walked, heading upstairs in the direction of the rooms. Looks like Kasumi's moments were numbered.
YuRi Shipper: Holy. Shit. A lot of Ayane that chapter, as per request. Now R&R
