Pretty 32: Homura x Murakumo

"SHIKIIIIII!" Comes a high pitched scream that belongs to Murakumo. Shiki is siting idly in her room on her laptop when her door bursts open. A shy brunette without her mask appears and rushes toward her bed. "Wh-wh-wh-wh-where is my mask!? I can't find it anywhere!"

"Relax, relax, Muracchi," the blonde says, waving her hand dismissively. "Your mask is right over there." She points to a safe.

"Ehhhh!? Shiki, you know I need it!"

"Really? Like, when you need to do your doujinshi and such? Or go out in public? I don't think so." Shiki pulls out a ticket and hands it to her friend. "Here. Take this."

"Wh-what is it?" Murakumo examines it for a bit.

"A ticket for the exciting cruise I paid for a while ago," Shiki replies. "You should really get off your bum and explore the outside world, you know?"

"W-well…that's true but…"

"So, I have the perfect outfit for you to wear for the cruise. Come with me."

She takes her best friend's hand and heads towards the closet. There hanging on the door is a white sun dress with a hat that comes with it. Plus, some brown high heeled sandals. "Try this on, okay?"

Murakumo eyes the pretty dress and nods. "O-okay…"

The precious brunette sees the sound reason and logic in Shiki's words, and she trusts the blonde well enough to know that Shiki only has the absolute best intentions at heart for her.

So, she lets off a soft sigh and picks up the lovely, pristine-white sundress, taking a moment to let the silky and soft fabric almost glide under her fingertips.

Then, Murakumo looks at Shiki, getting a dazzling smile from her. She gulps and then, she strips right where she stands, with Shiki respectfully turning around to give her darling Muracchi some privacy to shed her clothes and then, put on the beautiful sundress.

When the precious Senran gives a soft "O-Ok...you can turn around now, Shiki...w-what...do you think...?" Shiki follows the instruction and her beautiful ruby-red eyes sparkle and her smile almost blinds Murakumo.

Next thing she knows, Shiki is squealing like a fangirl meeting her idol and snapping picture after picture after picture with her smartphone. Murakumo stands there, her hands joined over her lap, forearms pressing against the sides of her breasts (her beautiful emerald eyes looking down at the bra she took off just now.

The dress is opaque enough and it covers both her front and the back, albeit with a relatively low edge on the chest to display a lovely yet decent amount of cleavage, but she didn't want to let her dark green bra to become too noticeable. Just in case.

"You look magnificent, Muracchi!" Shiki squeals. "That's, like, the perfect outfit for this cruise today! Now, go go! You don't want to be late~!"

"W-wait a minute!"

"No dilly dallying~" Shiki says as she gently pushes her out the door. "The boat will leave in an hour, so you better hurry!"

Murakumo doesn't get a chance to protest as her blonde friend pushes her out the door and quickly shuts it closed. The shy brunette looks at the ticket, back at the door and decides to leave. She will have to make sure that no one will talk to her since she has a habit of stuttering so much when it comes to interacting with people. So, she exits the building and walks toward the docks.

Crimson Squad Base

"Okay, Haruka," Homura says as she holds out a ticket in front of the honey blonde. "What the hell? Why would this be lying not the ground at our entrance all of a sudden?"

"Hey, I just found it," Haruka-says with a grin and shrug that Homura doesn't trust one bit. Of course, Haruka conveniently "forgot" to mention having seen a bat-like black-and-white creature drop it right on top of her head when she was doing the laundry outside of the cave.

"...Hmmmm...right..." Homura crosses her arms at first, giving Haruka a glare, but then she sighs and places a hand on her hip while looking at the cruise ticket in her hand. She idly taps her foot as she thinks.

"Well...eh...if this made it to your hands, must be for a reason. Meh, I could do with some relaxation, I guess..." The tanned Senran scratches her cheek and shrugs, tucking the ticket away safely in the pocket of the light-brown sweater she wears over a short navy-blue, opaque dress that barely reaches her upper thighs, displaying a beautiful amount of leg, with darker blue frills on the lower edge and on the spaghetti straps that loop around Homura's shoulders holding the dress together.

"Yes! That's right, Homura-chan~! You've been working so hard lately! You deserve a break, some time to yourself, away from all the shenanigans going on around us~!" Haruka happily agrees with her fearless leader.

"Watch over the team, okay?" Homura says. "And…try not to experiment on any of them, please? I don't want any craziness when I get back."

Haruka nods. "I'll do my best."

"You better." Homura says, pointing two fingers toward her eyes and then back towards Haruka.

With that, the tanned girl exits the base, on towards the docks.

The Docks

Murakumo fiddles with the handle of her purse as she looks around the crowded area. in front of her is a large ferry with everyone gathered around to board the ship. Thankfully, she made it in time with 10 minutes to spare. However, the atmosphere around her makes her a little scared.

"Th-there's so many…people…" she stutters.

She takes a few steps forward, looking around her as she goes. People are just minding their own business, talking with one another. However, when she turns around, she accidentally bumps into a person, making her jump back with an adorable "EEK!"

"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!" a familiar voice says.

Murakumo looks up to see Homura in front of her. "H-Homura…san?"

"Murakumo?"

"What are you doing here?" Murakumo asks.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Homura says as she holds up the ticket and then back at the shy brunette. "You got the same ticket as I did?"

"Y-yes…Shik actually gave me this. But…why do you have it?"

"Beats me," Homura says, crossing her arms.

Suddenly, she hears the ship honking loudly, signaling the passengers to start boarding. Without thinking, the tanned girl takes Murakumo's hand, making the shy girl blush deeply.

"Come on, let's go."

Murakumo just follows Homura without saying a word. Something about the fearless Crimson Squad leader holding her hand like that makes her heart beat, but she doesn't know why. Once they get on board, as well as the other passengers, the boat honks again and the ship sets sail. Homura takes Murakumo toward the edge of the boat to look at the magnificent view of the city. Light wind blows, making their pony tails sway a little. The shy girl glances at the tanned one, but when Homura makes eye contact, it makes Murakumo blush again and turn away, hiding her face with her hands.

"Eek! D-don't look at me!" she squeaks.

Homura giggles. "You're too cute, Murakumo-chan, you know that?"

"Stooooop! I'm not cute at aaaalllll!"

Homura takes a step forward to pat her on the back. "Hey, hey, it's okay—WAH!" Before she can do anything else, Murakumo freaks out once again, swinging a back hand at Homura to keep her away, but it results in both of them toppling toward the floor. Homura lands on top of Murakumo with the shy girl panting heavily, looking up at the Crimson Squad leader.

"Murakumo…chan…" Homura says.

The tanned Senran can't take her eyes off of her precious counterpart's face, she can't tear her gaze away from those beautiful emerald-green eyes and the way Murakumo looks so utterly precious, especially with the way little tears prickle at the edges of those eyes.

"...damn, you're go-" "D'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~! You two are soooo cute! Oh my God!" Suddenly, the two lovely Senrans get broken out of their momentarily intimate moment by a really hyper blonde girl of incredibly long hair and sparkling baby-blue eyes squealing in Japanese and then, English, just a few feet away from Homura and Murakumo.

"...EH?!" The two young women quickly scramble as far away from each as the deck will allow, with the blonde All-American girl near them pouting adorably.

"Oh c'mon, it was just getting good! Puuuuu-OW!" The girl with way too much sugar in her system whines and then, yells with exaggerated pain when her companion bonks her on the top of the head with her fist. It's a girl as tanned as Homura herself, with a stunning dark-green mane of hair and beautiful amber eyes.

"Yoshi! Stop! Por favor, control yourself, mujer!" She chastizes her friend in Japanese and Spanish, before pulling her away from Murakumo and Homura by the ear, giving proper apologies to the two, who just sit there, blinking with confusion at what shenanigans just happened.

"...OWWIEEE! Agehaaaa, it hurts! Let go my ear! Oooowwwww!"

"...so...that just happened, didn't it, Murakumo-chan?" Homura utters, scratching her cheek.

"...yes...y-yes, it did...Homura-san..." The precious brunette agrees and then, the two Senrans blush hotly as Homura offers her hand to Murakumo after she stands up first.

Murakumo grips it with a shaky hand, but is still frightened about what just happened earlier. She shuts her eyes tightly as she clutches her purse and runs off with Homura standing there, stunned.

"Was she really that frightened?" Homura questions herself. She hasn't interacted with Gessen's shy member very much, but she can tell that outburst from the All-American blonde definitely scared her.

Murakumo stops at the other side of the ship, looking at the view from there. She didn't intend to run away from Homura, but her instincts told her to. She lets out a soft sigh. She wanted to interact with Homura more. Maybe she'll do it when she meets up with the tanned girl again. After all, they ARE friends and rivals at the same time.

"Oooooo~" Murakumo hears one man whistle and turns around to see 2 men dressed in messy clothing and approach her.

"Wow, you're so cute~" the second guy says, walking towards the brunette and putting a hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"E-eh?" Murakumo looks back and forth at the two guys who are peering close to her and her body trembles in fear. "I-I-I-I…I'm actually…u-u-ummmm…" This isn't helping her situation at all.

"Now, now, come on, cutie~" one guy says.. "Come with us. You'll have a lot more fun hanging out with us."

"N-no!" Murakumo squeaks. "Stop it!"

The guy grabs her wrist. "Calm down, little girl. We won't hurt a fly."

Just then, a hand shoots out and grabs the guy's wrist. "Not gonna happen, you creep." Homura gives the man a death glare and shoves him away, walking closer to Murakumo. The shy girl quickly hides behind the tanned girl.

"Hey! Who do you think you are, witch!?" the taller guy glares at Homura, stomping closer to her. "We were just having a nice conversation until YOU showed up!"

"You better show respect, girl!" the other guy says.

"I don't need to show respect to you two creeps," Homura says.

"You asking for a fight?" The taller guy growls, cracking his knuckles.

"Do you really think picking on this poor maiden will make you or her feel any better?" Homura steps closer toward the tall man, summoning one set of her claws and moves them closer to him, making him and his buddy both tremble in fear, the color draining from their faces as they see the sunlight gleam from her blades. "ANSWER ME!"

"No…"

Homura grabs his shirt and holds her claws closer to his face. "No!?"

"No!"

"I didn't freaking think so." Then, Homura gestures with her claw-style triple katanas. "Now, scram, you scum! Get your soiled pants away from us! Go!" And without a second thought, the two creeps scramble as quick as their, indeed, soiled pants will allow.

The tanned Senran scoffs and she undoes her weapon summon, turning around to give a dashing smile to Murakumo, who almost swoons where she stands as the bright sunlight makes Homura's smile for her make the girl look incredibly cool and handsome.

"There. Those two dumbasses won't bother anyone now. Don't worry, Murakumo-chan. I 'got you. I won't let you out of my sight now, Ok~?" Homura's beautiful green eyes gaze with confidence and warmth into Murakumo's shy emeralds.

The precious Senran gulps and then, she wipes away a couple of tears before nodding firmly and giving back a smile that makes Homura's own heart skip a beat.

"Yes, Homura-san!"

The remainder of the afternoon on the local cruise boat goes smoothly, with Homura and Murakumo getting to know one another better than before, talking about their friends and fellow shinobi, their little pet peeves with some of their own teammates (with Homura going short of a rant on Haruka and her mad scientist shenanigans). The two even share a delicious, suspiciously large parfait with an even more suspiciously heart-shaped double straw.

"Here, Murakumo-chan, say aaaah~" Homura coos with a big, almost goofy-looking smile on her face as she holds a spoonful of delicious parfait a few inches away from Murakumo's soft-looking, pink lips.

"E-EH?! A-Ah...um..." The precious brunette momentarily panics but she gulps and steels her resolve, giving a slight, subtle nod and parting her lips. "O-Ok...a-aaah..." She tilts her face and her eyes flutter shut.

Homura blushes hotly yet her smile remains as she feeds her adorable fellow Senran the delicious food.

Murakumo eats it, chews and swallows with a smile on her face. "Mm~! Oishi!"

"Glad you like it, Murakumo-chan~"

The shy brunette blushes heavily, but with a small smile on her face. Since getting to know Homura, she feels she is getting closer to the tanned girl than earlier. In fact, she feels very safe and sound around her. By the time the two finish their parfait, they walk toward the edge of the ship again, but only for a little bit. An idea pops in her head as she turns toward the shy brunette and gently takes her hand.

"Come, Murakumo-chan," she says. "I know a better place we can go to."

"Wh-what is it?"

Homura winks at her and leads her toward the very front of the ship, right where the sun is setting. The tanned girl stops to face the shy brunette with a dazzling smile. She then takes her hands in hers, gazing into Murakumo's lovely emerald eyes.

"H-Homura-san?" Is all Murakumo could muster. She cannot help but stare at Homura's beautiful features, thanks to the sun's light on her.

"Murakumo," Homura says. "Today was a very special day with you. I had a lot of fun spending time with you. You have no idea how much."

"Oh…Homura-san…" Small happy tears start to form in Murakumo's eyes.

"I'm happy, Murakumo," the tanned girl says, softly as she caresses her cheek. "Happy to be on this cruise with you. How about you?"

"H-Homura-san...I...I'm so happy, too! Thank you for everything today! This...this has been a wonderful day...I don't want it to end!" Murakumo coos, leaning her face into Homura's hand on her cheek, with the tanned girl gently wiping away the few rebellious tears of joy from the girl's emerald eyes.

"Murakumo-chan...come here~" Then, with a little giggle, Homura hugs Murakumo around the waist and then, with a squeal from Murakumo herself, the tanned girl literally lifts the shy brunette by the waist and helps her stand on the railing of the ship's bow.

"E-EEEK! H-Homura-san! I-!"

"Don't worry! Don't worry, Murakumo-chan! I got you~!" Homura reassures the slightly-panicking girl, standing safely behind her, holding her by the waist. "Go ahead, spread your arms, Murakumo-chan~!" She encourages her.

"...l-like...like this, Homura-san...?" Murakumo utters as she follows Homura's instruction, spreading her arms like they were wings.

"Yes! That's right, exactly, Murakumo-chan! Just like that, heh~!" Homura cheers and leans back, a big smile on her face, a blush on her cheeks, a blush no doubt mirrored by Murakumo. The tanned Senran leans back and, still securely and safely gripping her precious, shy friend by the waist, Homura marvels at the way the light of the setting sun reflects off of Murakumo's sundress and frames her body so beautifully, she looks almost ethereal, like a precious, shy, emerald-green eyed Senran angel.

"...wow, Murakumo-chan...you're gorgeous..." Homura utters, and then realizes that Murakumo heard her. She wasn't quiet enough. The tanned girl almost panics but before she can even sputter an excuse or anything, really, Murakumo turns around, hugs Homura tightly by the shoulders and before the two truly realize it, they are kissing deep, passionately, tenderly.

Light wind blows making their hair sway gracefully as the two kiss passionately. Both Murakumo and Homura are lost in their own world, with just the two of them kissing and no one else is around. The only feeling they can think of is bliss. Eternal bliss for both of them. And honestly, it feels good.

Murakumo gently squeezes the tanned girl tightly as she is eager to deepen the kiss, inserting her tongue inside Homura's mouth. Both tongues meet and caress each other with soft moans being heard.

It is then that they pull away to gaze each other in the eye once again with smiles on their faces. Murakumo embraces the tanned leader, resting her head on her chest. Homura returns the embrace, gently stroking the shy girl's hair.

"Thank you...Homura-san..." she whispers.

Homura chuckles and kisses her forehead. "Anytime...Murakumo-chan."

For however long they are in each other's arms, they want to stay that way all night if they can. Murakumo feels very relaxed in Homura's arms because she is not only her friend, but also her protector. And Homura is more than happy to be like this...just for her.

~The End~

Major Mikey: Well, thank you, Yuri-chan, for this wonder~ful opportunity, and for nagging me to write this with you~ LOL Major Mikey pets Yuri-chan

Yuri-chan: Oh, ummm..n-no problem Mikey-kun! Fiddles with the hem of her skirt I wanted to do this pairing again, so...yeah.

Major Mikey chuckles Yeah, I guess we kinda~copped out a few Pretties back, didn't we? What with Haruka-san's fake wedding for Muracchi and Homs and such shenanigans. LOL

Yuri-chan: Yup. We did. But we really needed some interaction with these two. Plus...some Homura in knight in shining armor action!

Major Mikey: Yup. Absolutely~ Soooo precious, and so badass, Homs. She'll keep any and all creepy perverts away from Murakumo! X3

Yuri-chan: So, everyone. Hope you all enjoyed this Pretty! Like I always say, let's mix it up a little. Homura is Asuka's girl, yes, but...why not?

Major Mikey: Yeah~! Same for Muracchi and Shiki, but hey, the Senrans are exclusive to not only their respective waifus, but really, to each other in general! "O"

The wonder~ful maidens of "Senran Kagura" have loads o' love to give each other, period! X3

Thanks for reading, everyone! Review now, 'k~? ;3

Thanks again, Yuri-chan! Seeya next Pretty!

Semper-Fi! Carry on!

Yuri-chan: Have a nice day~