Little Sayaka took a gander around for a moment, looking up at the shattered windows, at some of the seemingly archaic artwork, and found herself at what seemed to be a rocky basin. She climbed up on top and found a wooden cover, which shifted to the side and off, with a loud, firm THUNK! Peering in, she saw clear water. A Baptismal Font. It was very inviting. Sayaka crouched and reached to swish her hand about in it. It appeared shallow enough for her to use as a bath. Feeling rather daring, now that moods were lifted, she proceeded to strip off and stepped into the water, allowing herself to be submerged in it. It was surprisingly lukewarm. Pleasant. Smiling, she looked outside to see the storm was starting to let up. A full moon gleaming. She'd have to go home soon. She'd need to find a way to get back to normal.
The howling of the wind had finally died away, though the leaves resumed their gentle rustling in the breeze. The ambience of the church had returned to a calm, somewhat meditative, deliverance. It's emptiness only served to contain peace, something the bluenette much appreciated. The concept and possibilities of magic she admitted were still beyond her comprehension. Everything was still a surprise to her, even Kyouko had been earlier at her revealing from the shadows.
Kyouko had dwelled in the recesses of her conscious since day one of their meeting. A hardcore veteran, hard at the edges. She'd feel a lump in her throat whenever she found herself in the view of her sinister stare. Those intense, blood red pupils, saying 'Don't fuck with me' would become soft and shimmer with a new found life once a connection had been found: To be able to find some sincere trust in someone. Her unfortunate circumstances had obviously hardened her, a real trooper. A lone wolf. There was something the tomboy found... dare she think... 'appealing' even 'enchanting' about that image. The idealization resulted in making Sayaka splash her own face with water, in a poor effort to cool her burning cheeks. What's the deal? Why was she thinking of Kyouko like that, like some western 1980's rebel?
"Yo, Sayaka"
She jolted somewhat with a splash and looked up to see Kyouko, not in the least bit peeved that she was bathing in holy water. A distinctive smell caught her attention and she looked up to see the giant redhead had a somewhat vacant expression, staring out at the churchyard, just beyond a frame of fractured stained glass, whose cracks appeared as glowing spiderwebs in the moonlight.
"Am I wrong to suggest you've been drinking. Kyouko?" the bluenette drew out with lack of expression, lack of approval.
"Am I wrong to suggest that I should kick your 'blessed' ass for not minding your business" the fire maned teen retorted, taking another swig of wine from its bottle. "I don't help myself to it often, no one else is using it"
"You're underage"
"And you're lounging your dirty ass in my fathers baptizing area. Blow me" she slurred quietly, licking droplets of alcohol from her thin lips.
Despite the relentless vocal daggers shot at her, Sayaka couldn't help but feel a firm hold on her heart, as she looked up and their eyes met. Handsome eyes set behind Kyouko's magma-like roughed up fringe, glaring down hard at her, like a house cat eyeing the movements of an unsuspecting goldfish in its bowl. An insidious grin shifted the features of the church girl, fangs pointing out, needle sharp and Sayaka drew backwards and away from her, horrified by the expression.
Before she could dash away, the bluenette was swiped out of the water with a yelp. An onslaught of humiliation wrapped about her, as did the older teen's fingers, snaking around her body and tightening, as would a boa constrictor. "Let go of me!"
Another swig of communion wine, a trickle running down the teen's chin, like fresh blood and she turned on her heel back to the altar. Dropping Sayaka carelessly onto a paten, she then snatched a purifacator and began drying her off, snickering a numerous noises of fright and anger beneath the material. Flossing the top of her head rather aggressively, she then threw it aside and hiccupped, snatching the chalice and filling it with wine.
"W-What? What's going...? Kyouko, what are you doing?" the bluenette managed, attempting to cover herself from the church girl.
Kyouko didn't answer. She couldn't. The stress, the fury and sorrow had taken it's toll and somewhere deep inside her psyche, her sanity was screaming from inside its captivity. All she had, all she knew now was Sayaka and even now it seemed as if she was flaunting her freedom, whereas Kyouko for so long felt she'd been trapped. Struggling for survival, physically and mentally. This was some sort of cruel joke. Sayaka's actions in the past serving only as reminders of how and why she became a Magical Girl to begin with. She wanted some release she wanted someone, something to be her own.
Swishing around the last of the wine inside the bottle, she glanced down at her sapphire eyed friend and pressed the mouth of the bottle to the newbie's lips. The indirect kiss on it's own served to flare up the small teen's temper and she gulped and coughed, spilling some of the wine onto the altar. Projecting chesty coughs, she watched the overwhelming tomboy throw the bottle over her shoulder, the anticipated smash on the ground causing the bluenette to shudder.
It was jarring for Sayaka, seeing the redhead's careless attitude, though condescending and mocking at times, still consisting of an identifiable trait of consideration and friendship: humanity, had been a mask. Deep down Kyouko had suppressed something. A desire. A desire for her?
When Sayaka went to speak, it was as if her lips had been stapled together, glued shut. She shifted her cheeks and tried to tear open her mouth and Kyouko chuckled meanly.
"I don't wanna hear it. Not another word" the redhead stated firmly, bowing down to be eye level with her. What was going on? Was this all because of the alcohol. This was crazy.
'Kyouko, snap out of it! Stop this!' she declared mentally to her.
"Shut up" the hoodie wearing teen bit quietly. Raising a hand up, she brought the tip of her index finger to Sayaka delicately and stroked down her back, resulting in a delightful shiver running up her spine. Kyouko smirked, amused at the sensation of the shrunken girl's shivering.
"Don't touch me like that!"
"Or what? You gonna change into your Magical Girl form? You gonna beat me? Don't make me laugh. I can take you out any day. You're cute Sayaka, but you piss me off. I personally don't give a shit if you ever do turn back to normal. As far as I'm concerned, you're my little pet now: a hamster, a gerbil or some mouse, small enough for me to crush in my grip. You can try running, I can still get ya. I can build a world of illusion and watch your mind break. Go along with this now, I may reconsider, just don't piss me off right now. I'm not asking much. I'm tired and I wanna be entertained. You gonna listen pet or am I gonna have to put you down?"
1 Peter 5:8 "Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour"
END Part Two.
Right guys, things are gonna get dark, nothing too twisted I promise, maybe some minor BDSM. Don't like it, go read something else. Until then, if you have suggestions for the next chapter, fire away :)