Foreclosure
"That's the last of it." Makoto huffed, dropping an armload of boxes near the door and wiping the sweat from her brow.
Rei nodded, brushing the dust and dirt from her hands onto her jeans. "Good. Looks like we'll get her out on time then."
The tall brunette grunted in the affirmative, hands on her hips as she surveyed the now vacant apartment. "How is she really doing?"
"She seems okay." Rei replied with a light shrug. "She doesn't really talk about it, and I don't push."
"Breakups suck." Makoto sighed.
"I didn't like him from the start." The miko growled fiercely. "I'm glad he went back to wherever the hell he came from."
Makoto snickered and patted the shorter girl on the shoulder. "Honey, you don't like anyone Minako dates."
Rei scowled. "Is that so bad?"
"Whatever." Makoto laughed, gathering her load up once more. "I'm gonna go run these down to the truck. Wanna go grab Minako? She said something about doing a final sweep in the master bedroom."
Rei nodded, holding the front door open for her friend, and pointedly ignored some comment about a river in Egypt that Makoto mumbled half-heartedly.
She wandered down the hall, past tiny holes in the wall where photos from happier times had hung, and stepped over the piles of newspaper that served as packing material, sprawled across the floor. She eased the bedroom door open silently; unsure if the blonde had wanted some time alone, and paused in the door frame, breath catching in her chest.
Minako was dancing in the empty room as a tiny radio in the corner played a melancholy tune, sunlight bouncing off of golden tresses as she twirled, blue eyes shut.
Take this moment to decide.
Rei felt a lump in her throat swell and she swallowed hard, violet eyes traveling over the lithe form before her, from shapely legs in battered jeans and an old t-shirt sliding off one shoulder, to the smudge of newspaper ink across the bridge of her nose.
She looked beautiful.
Rei started, feeling her cheeks flush when cerulean eyes opened and locked with hers, her presence now known. Wordlessly, Minako gestured to her, and Rei obliged, crossing worn carpet in beat up sneakers. Hands tugged at the miko's, and in a fraction of seconds, the blonde pulled her close and spun in a lopsided circle, flashing the dark haired woman the first real smile she had seen in months.
Rei laughed, content to let Minako loop her around through the sunbeams, and wondered if this was how the blonde started over.