Kira felt the ground fall out beneath her, and the room began to spin in her wake; she would have fallen hard if it hadn't been for two arms, which wrapped about her a strong source of balance and power. A burst of honeysuckles flooded her conscious, filling her with a sense of overwhelming being. She kept her eyes shut tight, allowing her arms to rise and cling to her savior. When she opened them, two eyes met her's like two green orbs of light, lined by long, dark lashes, and encased by pale creaseless lids, which were darkened to an ever blue with shadow.

These eyes were most assuredly feminine, staring down on her with a look of cool demeanor, which Kira could never possibly possess. There wasn't a flicker of hostility or taken offense in those eyes, only a slight amusement at their predicament; for there they were, two girls truly engaged with one another, in a tangled knot at a public store. Despite the other's coolness Kira was uneasy about the situation, and quickly released her grasp to step away from the girl, a slight flush swelling in her cheeks.

"I- I'm sorry." Kira stammered apologetically, her eyes noting the girl's attractive face and slim frame. "I was just… umm… leaving."

The girl, whose arms had hesitated in the air, as if still holding Kira, dropped now to her sides, as she stepped back allowing Kira passage. It was now Kira's turn to hesitate, as she found herself standing there motionless not able to tear her eyes from the fair, almost ethereal beauty that the girl possessed.

Costumed in a red corset, the girl's shoulders lay bare and narrow, as her arms, with a willowy slenderness, were covered from the elbow down with black leather gloves. The pants she wore, of the same material as the gloves were belted with a red ribbon, which ran long on either side of her. As weird as it was to say though, Kira noted that it was the girl that made the clothes not the clothes that made the girl. With long, rich ebony hair and pale, pristine skin, the girl was a beauty all her own.

"Ohh, Kira, I see you've met Caoimhe." Kira blinked at the sound of Madam Felicity's voice. The psychic had stepped out from the curtain, escaping Kira's notice, and now stood as bright as ever overlooking the two girls.

Caoimhe, so the girl had a name, Kira thought to herself but out loud repeated her past words, "I was just leaving."

"Are you one of Felicity's new students?" Caoimhe's eyes hadn't left Kira's, despite Madam Felicity's entrance, and they now looked on her with interest.

The fact that the girl had spoken startled Kira more than the question itself, as her voice was nice and melodious; catching Kira up in a whirlwind of emotion. Somehow she managed a feeble, "No, I just passed by and saw the sign."

"Madam Felicity is a wonderful psychic, is she not?" The girl's glance turned to Madam Felicity sparkling with admiration. "Perhaps the best, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes." The word flew from Kira's mouth as if it had been physically pulled from her throat. It suddenly seemed so strange, the thought of Madam Felicity not being a real psychic, not only that but the fact that she wasn't the best psychic.

"Well I wouldn't say the best, but flattery will get you far in this life." Madam Felicity's merry laughter filled the room, but was cut short as she continued with the introduction. "Caoimhe has been coming to me for a long while now, one of my regulars. I'm glad that you two had the chance to meet; you see Caoimhe, Kira doesn't believe in magic."

Caoimhe's lips pulled up in a smile, as she stared pointedly at Kira. "What a shame, such talent as yours should not be wasted."

Kira wasn't sure what she meant by that, but she knew she had to go now; she had overstayed her welcome. "It was a pleasure to meet you Caoimhe, and thank you again Madam Felicity, but I must be going."

As she turned to go she felt a hand tighten around her wrist, and heard Caoimhe's voice in her ear, "I'd like to see you again. Wait for me outside."

Then Kira was out the door, standing on the sidewalk, extremely perplexed.

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Madam Felicity closed the heavy curtain behind them, and turned to the younger woman, who leaned back in a chair nonchalantly- her dark hair cascading around her face in an attempt to conceal her eyes, which gleamed with triumph. "What was that about?"

"What do you mean? Is it that odd that I might want to have a social life?" Caoimhe's red lips parted allowing the laughter to flow from its fount, free like the birds in air. "Wasn't it you that said it was a good thing we met?"

Madam Felicity sighed, and shook her head before taking her seat behind the crystal ball. "That's not the point."

Caoimhe smiled ruthlessly, "You're right, because the point is that I intimidate you. I know it, you know it, but the issue is why, and you don't want Kira to find that out, do you?"

She held her hands out to the psychic, palms up, as is she hadn't said a word. Madam Felicity, controlling the tremors in her body, took those hands, and began her reading.

Before the psychic said a word Caoimhe stated, almost as an after thought, "Besides, Kira won't wait for me; in fact she is already gone."

Sure enough, the streets were empty, as only the essence of Kira still lingered amidst the city lights.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been grounded. I've been highly disappointed in the lack of reviews, and if I don't get at least to new reviewers I probably won't continue this story. By the way Caoimhe is pronounced KEE-va. Weird, ehh? (And Irish.)

Many thanks to my one and only reviewer Mimorinu.