HURTLED INTO THE CHAOS... YOU FIGHT!!

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FLIRTS never quite did it for Toga. Maybe because that STUPID BITCH back in high school BRUISED HER EGO. Pfft. NAHHH. The little psycho just found the easy bait BORING, much preferring a challenge… A CHASE. “He.He.He. If I didn’t know any betta I’d say y’were JEALOUS!!” More maniacal laughter followed as one arm slung itself RATHER VIOLENTLY around Makoto’s neck, Himiko hip-checking the senior and pulling her close. “Am I right, or am I right?” Toothed grin revealed itself once more, tongue swiping across rightmost canine. “S’okay to admit ya want me, ya know?” WINK. See? Her exact point right here. Some slut wanted her? Who cared? Bitch would only get SCARED the second she pulled the knife out anyway. And would probably just be BORING in the sack. No. No, no, no. She wanted THE NIIJIMA GIRL. Call it a fixation, but the sheer fact this BABE was even hanging around her made her TEN TIMES MORE CURIOUS than anyone else she’d ever met. Factor in her seeming… INDIFFERENCE? To Toga’s societally questionable kink. (Toga theorized it was MASKED SADISM on Makoto’s part.) And then add a PROSECUTOR of a sister, and playing HARD-TO-GET, and welp: Wasn’t that just a VERITABLE COCKTAIL OF FASCINATION? – WHO COULD BLAME HER?! “Would ya slap her if I kissed her? If I bought ‘er a drink would ya throw it over ‘er?” Quick dip of her head, lips brushing Makoto’s ears. “D’ya want me to buy YOU a drink instead?”

          “Not…” Slightest furrow of her brow—Was she? Couldn’t be. “Not jealous. Simply stating a clear-cut observation. She WAS flirting with you.” DEEP SIGH trickled past her lips when the ball of BLOOD & BLONDE HAIR began laughing HYSTERICALLY. Was the most UNHINGED & UNSETTLING laughter that Makoto Niijima had ever heard — & That was saying something. Kaneshiro & her big sister’s shadow-self came to mind. “Jeeze! Be careful!” DECEPTIVELY STRONG arm dragged the taller woman down to Toga’s level — Cheeks mere centimeters apart. Hip CLATTERING against her own with BRUTAL FORCE. Restraint wasn’t in the psychopath’s nature. (Perhaps the pain felt good — Perhaps that sick twisted part of her was precisely why she was still entertaining this one). “If I did want you, I assure you, I would have no qualms admitting it.” Student Council President was a BLUNT & ASSERTIVE girl — When she wanted something, NOTHING would stop her. Hell, she’d approached a Mafia Boss head on. “I most certainly would not. Even if I had somehow acquired feelings toward you, I would never stoop to such petulant behavior. You are your own person. If you wish to kiss her, go for it.” Spine went STIFF AS A ROD & crimsons shot wide as saucers when Toga dipped forward & whispered HOTLY into her ear. Breath rushing across her jawline & dancing down her throat into the collar of her shirt. SHIT. “I–I–I–” HARD SWALLOW. “I wouldn’t say no to a drink.” What was she THINKING? (Answer : She wasn’t). 

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“Aaand--” Cock of her fucked up head, index finger raising pointedly. “Y'were the ONLY ONE who gave a fuck.” Typically crazed laughter only returned, albeit more intense and with a LILT of teasing behind it. “Awww, buh where’s the fun in THAT?!” Makoto had been getting to know a girl that FED ON BLOOD & LIVED WHERE SHE INEVITABLY COLLAPSED -- Careful would be the very LAST word anyone could use to describe her. ““C’mon, ya know ya like it really.” A good little schoolie would be AFRAID of how Toga’s grin always seemed to reach new heights of SINISTER. Whhich begged the question: What the Hell was wrong with THIS ONE? If Toga proved certifiably psychotic, then Makoto appeared almost on the flipside. Psychopathic? No. She had too much EMPATHY in her stubborn ol’ bones. Had to be a SOCIOPATH then. ...EXCELLENT. “Mnnh...” Lustful hum of pleasure as hips now radiated with stinging pain. “Huh? S’ya really mean it? Ya don’t want me?” Pet lip came out, golden eyes shimmering with the only kind of sadness Toga possessed these days -- THE FALSE KIND. (Though something was... OFF about this supposed lie...) “Well then, maybe I WILL kiss her!!” Threat held true until Niijima’s demeanor shift. A certain kind of... FAMILIAR TENSION froze over the girl’s frame -- Namely her SPINE -- ...And the way she BLUSHED & GULP & HESITATED. Oh. Oh, Makoto was playing HARD TO GET? “He.He.He. Now we’re talkin’!! Kuro!! Two Tokyo Mules for the sexy mistress over here!!” Not only would she get them for FREE by virtue of her... AHEM... CONNECTIONS in this here bar. But she wanted to find Makoto a cocktail with KICK that she MIGHT JUST want MORE of. Tokyo Mule happened to be made from ginger ale, lime juice, and a 30% spirit called SHOCHU -- Distilled from SWEET POTATOES -- Designed as a slightly more sweet equivalent of the vodka mix: MOSCOW MULE. (Go figure.) “First we DRINK and then I’ll see ‘bout kissin’ that girl. He.He.He.” She wouldn’t. But Makoto didn’t have to know that.

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Welp… That was a RED ALERT – For both involved parties. Cait hadn’t even REALIZED the passive aggression that painted her tone. Hell, if you’d ASKED THE SHERIFF, she’d have claimed that those words were delivered TEASINGLY – Like a big sister or best friend. Oh, how increasingly dire the present situation appeared with each passing second. “I just never expected you to be so FORTHCOMING. Had you pegged for the WALLFLOWER.” Lies to the bone, but hopefully the kind that Makoto MIGHT JUST BUY INTO. “But it would seem, you have QUITE the devilish side, hidden beneath all those formalities and tedium.” Was she trying to COMPLIMENT Makoto or PUT HER DOWN? Cait’s emotions were so conflicting right now. “As a straight and married woman you’re asking the wrong girl.” Again – LIAR. Something uncomfortable twisted in Caitlyn’s guts, making knots of her intestines and fucking HURTING. More discomfitting… The feeling proved… EERILY FAMILIAR: Like the kind of ENVY, INSECURITY & HUMILIATION she’d only ever experienced when JAYCE flirted with other girls. “But, I suppose its a good thing. Means you have no REAL INTEREST in me, after all.” Why the HELL did she say that? Because she believed it to be TRUE… Or to PREY UPON Makoto’s own senses of GUILT & INSECURITY?

(((Hell, maybe she was doing it to EASE HER OWN CONSCIENCE – Even though the huntress lacked ANY evidence that Jayce ACTUALLY wanted another girl.)))

          “Hm.” Spindly index-finger curled & met her chin in DEEP THOUGHT — Internally weighing Caitlyn’s words & deciding whether she could find TRUTH within them. Did she give off those vibes? Makoto had NEVER been the SHY TYPE — Always forthright & OCCASIONALLY CRUEL with her brutal honesty. However, those who didn’t know her personally, had regularly assumed the same thing the sheriff was claiming. Honor student might not be an INTENTIONAL WALLFLOWER, but prior to the last six months, she’d RARELY put herself into social situations. Choosing to take care of business on her own & rely solely on her big sis. “I suppose I could see why you would think that. Considering my lack of many social connections and…General demeanor.” AKA : OVERACHIEVING ROBOTIC NERD. Brainy types didn’t often have the TENDENCY of also having sexual confidence. “I’m simply trying to be efficient. This is a test, isn’t it? I’d prefer to pass. I can’t imagine I would achieve much standing on the sidelines.” DEVILISH SMIRK tugged at the edges of Makoto’s lips, “Well, I think she’s cute.” If Caitlyn was being candid, that wouldn’t UPSET HER. Hand plummeted to her side & intense rubies met COLD PALE OCEANS — “Precisely what I’ve been saying from the start. That I am merely attracted to you for your…” Gaze traveled down to that VOLUPTUOUS CHEST & tongue darted across lips, “Assets.” 

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“Believe me, it’s nothing personal, or even an insult for that matter. I’d probably still just be a nature loving, deer hunting hermit if...” Anxiety TWISTED UP organs, turning them inside out, and causing her to clam right the Hell back up. Even after all these years, she STILL didn’t like to think about the KIDNAPPING & ENSLAVEMENT of her parents. (And therein the murder of every retainer that had ever become part of their family.) “True enough. You’re certainly more than a wallflower. I see that now. Sae’s right to see a BRIGHT FUTURE for you.” How could she not with such studio dedication, burgeoning intellect, deceptive charisma and calculated coolness? (Not to mention GOOD LOOKS.) Compliments flited free in the warm atmosphere, entirely unaware of how quickly things were going to FREEZE OVER. Of course, how could Caitlyn have seen it coming trapped as she was inside PERPETUAL DENIAL. “Oh? You do, do you?” Why did that HURT? Wasn’t that exactly the point? -- To find Makoto a nice pair of legs to lose herself between, thus removing any kind of SEXUAL TENSION between student and teacher? Perhaps NARCISSISTIC PRIDE had wanted to believe the attraction was relegated to STRICTLY THE SHERIFF HERSELF, with Caitlyn not looking to reciprocate? So why had she noticed Makoto’s dark, figure hugging outfit when they’d first met back up toinight? Hiding away her heart, Caitlyn cracked her neck, zeroing ICY CRYSTALS onto those PRETTY AS-- (NO, CAIT!!) BLOODBALLS. “Then you have no problem with the thought of me and Jayce being together, I suppose? And would rather sleep with that stranger tonight?” Leading questions with a purpose not even the county cop could FERRET OUT. (It really wasn’t that hard.) “And you could STOP yourself at any instant from looking at my... ASSETS?” It all came down with wanting -- NEEDING -- To maintain Makoto’s attentive lust. After all, no other human had EVER made her feel so ALIVE.

                                                                                            -- NOT EVEN JAYCE...

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Every night seemed more and more like a GAMBLE for Caitlyn – A veritable metaphor for the MOST DANGEROUS GAME. Would Makoto show up tonight? Would Jayce finally figure out that Cait had been sneaking out of bed every two weeks? Would Sae discover her sister’s TREACHEROUSLY TRAITOROUS LIAISONS with her own worst enemy? Gentle swill of her whiskey – A true VINTAGE GAL through and through. On the rocks – Just like her father liked it. Though she also leaned toward a nice VINTAGE WINE called SHIMMER. With a gentle smirk and a last gulp she polished off the hard liquor before calling for SAID WINE. Makoto would likely be here soon, and while part of Cait wanted the barely legal teen to try the whiskey, she figured this would go down SMOOTHER. Hearing her name, purple hair flowed effortlessly as head craned toward the voice, crystalline eyes first catching that TINY SMILE before darting up to INTOXICATING BLOODPITS. She smiled back. “You timed that perfectly. A minute earlier and you’d be ordering a whiskey on the rocks.” Simple teasing – Maybe testing the waters for FUTURE REFERENCE. “Well, well, well…” Blue tourmalines scanned Makoto up and down – SHAMELESS if only thanks to her next words – A VISAGE, BY ANY ANOTHER NAME. “Seems like you’re certainly out to score tonight.” She took a sip of wine, using it to mask the HARSH SWALLOW of that lump left clogging her throat. (Or maybe it was her HEART.) For Caitlyn’s part, she’d adorned herself in WHITE & GOLD, pairing some boot cuts that hugged her ass with a tight corset and open bolero jacket – Giving a… GENEROUS view of her cleaveage. (WONDER WHY…) “You still going with the claims you don’t wanna score ME?” Brow raised, lips curled up. “Make it two for the pretty one. She has some catching up to do.”

Heh… It really was a gay bar… All the intel had been SPOT ON… Now what the fuck did she do? Panic rose back up, possessing body and organs once more. HARSH SWALLOW & BONE-WHITE KNUCKLES – Hand cramping around handlebars… Finally with a growl, she sunk canines VICIOUSLY into her gums, tearing flesh back open, before kicking out the kickstand and locking up her bike. An expensive sports bike, but far too advanced to be easily stolen, with a tracking chip build into the frame itself. With STAMPS kicking up the rain’s residue from yesterday, she crossed the street, eyes locked onto the bar sign. QUICK GULP alongside a single last 4-7-8 routine, and Sae finally took the plunge into SHEER CHAOS.. Good, God. This place was a SEA of alcohol, sweat & sex. Everything cloyed at nostrils – An object of hypersensitivity built into the very genes of the Niijima family, but years of work investigating all the worst kinds of HORRORS in the world left her desensitized. (Though she’d rather be watching an autopsy than… HERE…) Bloodletters scanned crowds and every scene, RELENTLESSLY, from girls to gays to a stupid stripper pole that was THANKFULLY going unused. Bad karaoke blared over speakers before… BING—— …Oh… Her heart FELL from her chest, replaced with what could only be known as a BURNING CORE OF HATRED. Felt like a highly pressurised volcano was looking to ERUPT… Oh, how long would it be until it DID? Time would tell, but for now it had to be TEMPERED. “I’ll have a Negroni.” Arrival announced, with Sae taking a seat at the bar right next to her baby sister. “And I think I’ll take a minute of YOUR TIME, too…” Had she ever sounded so BRUTALLY COLD toward her own flesh and blood before? “So much for only being questioned about the case, huh, sis? The Hell are you wearing and why are you here with HER? And speaking of HER, what’s your game, Caitlyn?” If they tried to leave, she’d find a way to KEEP THEM HERE. This was HER TIME.

                                                                                  —–LEVIATHAN DEMANDED IT…..

          “Whiskey on the rocks? If I remember correctly, that is…Forty-percent alcohol content. At the lowest end of the spectrum.” Depending on the brand, it could reach seventy-percent. According to her RESEARCH. Oh, if her big sis knew that she was spending time STUDYING ALCOHOL instead of LAW — Makoto didn’t even want to THINK about it! “I wouldn’t mind trying it. Eventually. Perhaps next time you order one I can share it?” Considering she’d gotten TIPSY off the low-liquor fruity beverage Caitlyn had ordered her two weeks ago — It was a DANGEROUS PROPOSITION. Smirk only stretched when those pretty pale blues roamed her body head-to-toe — Pink painting across her cheeks & burning the tips of her ears. She could have SWORN she’d witnessed HUNGER swirling around in those oceans. Toothpick thighs rubbed together in search of friction while she thanked the bartender for delivering her drink, lifting it to her lips & taking a TENTATIVE GULP off it. Buchimaru-print panties were already DRENCHED. A byproduct of being stimulated. One that she’d previously read about in sexual-education classes, but never EXPERIENCED FIRST-HAND until recently. Was a STRANGE SENSATION. (Not entirely unpleasant either.)

          “Score?” Logical mind turned over the word — Must have been slang. In fact, she was certain she’d overheard Ryuji—“Oh! You mean to engage in intercourse? Yes. I think it is about time I attempt that with someone. Don’t you?” Another sip. Longer this time. NEEDED TO FEEL IT. Giving the sheriff a once-over, blood-pits COAGULATED WITH LUST. “Mn.” Softest whimper into the rim of her glass & a throb of her clit when eyes glued themselves to that full, exposed chest. Older woman was practically FALLING OUT of her corset. “Considering your attire, I’m surprised YOU aren’t looking to…Score.” Caitlyn’s next words caught her off-guard & nearly provoked her to CHOKE on her current gulp of wine. “Ahem. That depends.” Glass clattered to the bar-top & she wiped her chin clean — Glancing over to catch CAPTIVATING AQUAMARINES, “You still going with the claims that you are a happily married woman who can not be scored?” Brows shot up & her skin burned EVEN BRIGHTER at the compliment. Not one Makoto Niijima was accustomed to receiving. She was hardly pretty. ESPECIALLY compared to the beautiful thing seated beside her. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” Sly smirk & she backed the rest of the glass. Face scrunching in DISGUST. Didn’t taste great, but the way it SCORCHED her insides & left her head dizzy & warm was well-worth it. She could see why alcoholics existed.

                                                                        ‘I’ll have a Negroni.’

          THAT VOICE! Student Council President’s spine went ramrod straight — Hairs sticking up on the back of her throat & BODY TREMBLING. Felt like her heart had lodged itself into her larynx & was BEATING HER SENSELESS. ‘Use dad’s breathing exorcises, Makoto! Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.’ She couldn’t REMEMBER HOW. This was her worst nightmare come true. Big sister catching her fraternizing with the ENEMY, in a gay-bar, on a school night. Sae Niijima (Or rather, Leviathan) was going to LITERALLY KILL HER. “I–I–I–” Young girl stammered anxiously over her words — She couldn’t think straight. She felt like she was going to pass out. “I’m so sorry, sis.” Denial wouldn’t help now. All she had left was to GROVEL. Head was bowed & she was REFUSING to turn & look at the public prosecutor — “Caitlyn has been…” Was there any plausible way to say this that wouldn’t result in her getting verbally or physically attacked? NO. “I have been struggling with my…” Eyes screwed shut & she was even MORE THANKFUL for the ethanol GYRATING through her circulatory system. “My sexual orientation. She…Offered to help me…Figure things out…” WEAK & PATHETIC SHRUG. “And I like this outfit…”

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Something akin to PRIDE appeared to bloom within Caitlyn at Makoto's instantaneous response. She'd been READING UP -- And the results were EVIDENT. "My, oh my, someone really has been doing their research, haven't they?" Sidelong smirk with a HIDDEN VENEER of approval, lustdrunk crystal eyes DEVOURING Makoto's petite but oh so perfect form. Actually... That whiskey on the rocks may just have been a GRAVE MISCALCULATION on the sheriff's part... That stuff hit ANYONE hard... And Cait’s mind proved to be WANDERING. (Or maybe Cait was simply looking for an EXCUSE?) “Yup. This one is fifty-five percent. I don’t know why. Just how my father always had it when he let me partake in festivities.” There was something so WONDERFULLY ADDICTIVE at corrupting the younger girl. Perhaps because she was a NIIJIMA -- Least that’s the way Caitlyn would paint it. “That definitely sounds like a plan to me.” Heart throbbed seeing that smirk STRETCH, as did... SOMETHING ELSE at the visage of Makoto rubbing those SEXY THIGHS together. Gentle blues observed the first swig of the Shimmer with EAGER ATTENTION.

“My sincerest apologies. My Deputy Sheriff grew up in the Red Light District, she has a rather... LOOSE tongue, and I may have picked up a few terms to aid in my investigations.” Definitely helped to be able to CHAMELEON into any and all environments. “Perhaps it i--...” Last syllable trailed off absent-end when HOT-BLOODED EYES roamed her own matured (MARRIED -- CAIT, YOU ARE MARRIED) figure, grin of devilry growing across cheeks, and bringing a gentle HUM OF APPRECIATION to the forefront. “Mmh. Perhaps I’m planning on giving Jayce a special treat tonight.” She WASN’T -- She would get changed back into her nightdress in the CAR before even ATTEMPTING to sneak back inside -- But Makoto had low-blowed her during their very first gay night so all bet’s were OFF. (All was fair in LOVE & WAR.) “Like what you see?” Yeah, any pretense that these night’s out were to SHIFT Makoto’s sexual inclinations over toward another female had to be FIRMLY out the window by this point. Subconscious lick of her lips before she replied. “That I am...” (HAPPILY MARRIED.) After a longstanding pause, that lascivious tongue fell one last word before leaving it at that. “BUT...” God, they really WERE playing with FIRE right now -- And they were HELLBOUND for their sins. “And, yes, I’m definitely trying to get you drunk.” Smirk returned in kind, watching intently as her understudy backed the rest of her first glass, letting out a small little laugh at the VISIBLE HATRED of the taste. Only made her feel that much more INFLUEN--...

                                                                 “I’ll have a Negroni...”                                                                                                         --TIAL...

Oh, yes. THAT was the exact reaction Sae had not only EXPECTED from Makoto but also DOWNRIGHT NEEDED. Seeing that panicked state of mind and that INSTANT apology -- Double-edged sword as it was, considering it only PROVED how aware her baby girl had to be of her BETRAYAL -- At least gave Sae some SEMBLANCE of hope that they may yet still SEE IN THE SUNRISE as sisters. “You’re... Sorry? Hm. Only because you got caught, little sister.” The negroni arrived in SHORT ORDER, probably a mix of it only being a THREE-PIECE-COCKTAIL, and how UTTERLY HOSTILE Sae sounded right now. “Caitlyn has been what?” Blue Clue’s had been figured out LONG AGO... Sae just HATED the answer she’d found. “Struggling with your?” Violet nail tapped against the gin mix after taking a thick gulp. “Come on, the bar will close down if you keep taking this long.” CRUEL, but Sae would rather unleash that pent-up rage via a steady stream of VOLATILITY than to EXPLODE and say something she can’t take back... (((Like how Makoto only ever EATS AWAY AT HER LIFE.))) “Helping you how? What’s there to figure out? And why do you need HER of all people? Why couldn’t you just talk to your SISTER?” (Because her sister WASN’T AROUND...) As for the outfit... “It is not apparel befitting the student council president, a valedictorian, or a future lawyer.” Again, perhaps with a little less HOSTILITY squirming through arterial vestiges, she might just have been able to UNDERSTAND the outfit. But... HER.

                                                 SHE CHANGED EVERYTHING...

Eyes locked on Caitlyn. Bitch STILL hadn’t answered her question, or even dove to Makoto’s aid. Maybe because she knew she’d only make things WORSE? Well, all the know-nothing sheriff had done was PROVE to the elder Niijima sibling that her younger counterpart’s CRUSH had to indeed be FOOL-FOUNDED. Even the way she perched right now PISSED HER OFF -- Like a bird of prey observing the carnage -- Awaiting its FEAST OF BONES. “I can’t even believe you, Caitlyn. I knew you were a DESPICABLE PIECE OF WORK, but preying on the naivete and needs of someone so much younger than yourself -- All because she’s the baby sister of the person you HATE THE MOST?” Head shook. She needed another dose of ethanol so one more drink it would be. It was then -- AND ONLY THEN -- That the huntress added in her own two cents, starting with that INCESSANT & OBNOXIOUS SMIRK. Made Sae wanna reach out and strangle that STUPID LAUGH right out of the back of her throat. ‘I have no GAME, Dearie. Your sister simply came to me because she COULDN’T go to YOU.’ Provocation resulted in a growl, glass hitting the bar A LOT TOO HARD -- Chipping wood, earning Sae a WARNING. “My sister can come to me regarding ANYTHING & EVERYTHING. Just admit it. You took advantage of an INNOCENT. GIRL.” ‘I took advantage of NOTHING, Prosecutor Niijima. I simply cared for Makoto better than you were.’ Another growl -- SCORCHING HER THROAT from sheer intensity. “Okay. FINE. Let’s go, Makoto. You want a sister, correct? Then we don’t need CAITLYN. And certainly didn’t need to LIE TO ME...”

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Hands shook as they gripped BONE-WHITE against the handlebars of her motorcycle. Between chill air and a full moon, one might just consider this a CALM NIGHT… But not for the city’s Prosecutor… Not with such a truth that SANGUINE BLOODLETTERS had just observed. Everything made it hard to function – All HITCHING BREATHS & HAMMERING HEARTS – But she had to zero herself, calm herself. She couldn’t drive STUPID right now. One mistake could spell death on the road. So she squeezed eyes shut tight until TEARS bled from corners and took a page from father’s book: 4. 7. 8. Through the nose four seconds. Hold it seven. Out the mouth eight. With a quick gulp, blood tingling on tastebuds before coating her throat (apparently she’d leant on THAT compulsive coping mechanism as well…), Sae’s vice grip only increased, revving the engine before setting off. GIVING CHASE her traitorous sister. The stranger had been TELLING THE TRUTH. Well… At least, they had been correct with regards to Makoto SNEAKING OUT – Whether she went to a GAY BAR remained to be seen. With a vast knowledge of Shibuya, and a history of weaving alleyways, it proved easy enough to STALK flesh & blood through the town. Question was… Where the FUCK was Makoto going? And what the FUCK did Sae do when they got there?

          Makoto Niijima was DANCING WITH DANGER — Big sis had become EXCEEDINGLY SUSPICIOUS. To the point of thorough investigations & vicious allegations — Last they’d spoken, the living-room had become a BATTLEGROUND. Sae had accused her of SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY. (How she wished – At least if she were sleeping with Caitlyn, this risk might all be worth it). Pencil-thin brunette had left her cellphone in her bedroom. Knowing that the PARANOID & PROTECTIVE public prosecutor set up a tracker in it. Wasn’t like she used the mobile-device for anything aside from contacting her sister, anyhow. SWIFT & APPREHENSIVE glance over her sharp shoulder as she rounded a corner on her way to the gay-bar in Shibuya. CRAMMED into one of the many skeezy alleyways — Only a singular neon sign hanging above the entrance to tell where it was located. (With a half-naked woman sitting upon the illuminated calligraphy). Ducking inside, she scanned the packed establishment & EASILY SPOTTED Caitlyn nursing a drink at the bar. Two of them had been meeting here biweekly to continue TESTING Makoto’s sexuality. (Shooting lessons occurred on the weeks in-between). Thus far, the Student Council President had experienced her first drink, received a few numbers, danced with a couple girls, and almost kissed one. That was about as far as it had gone. 

          “Hey there.” Teeniest smile as she approached the older, MARRIED woman — (Sometimes she wondered if Jayce knew about their little outings). “I’ll have what she’s having.” Despite having STUDIED UP on alcoholic beverages recently, Makoto still didn’t trust her own knowledge on the topic. According to Google, drinks had numerous possible names & this particular bar didn’t have a drink list on their website. YES, SHE CHECKED. Taking a seat on the stool beside the other, she nibbled at her bottom-lip & straightened out her skirt. She’d purchased a new outfit online recently. One that her big sis would NEVER APPROVE OF. Red & black plaid skirt with belts, black stockings with a garter-belt, tattered T-shirt, & a collar. She wondered if Caitlyn would LIKE IT. ‘Who cares if SHE likes it, Makoto. Worry about your possible prospects.’

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Every night seemed more and more like a GAMBLE for Caitlyn -- A veritable metaphor for the MOST DANGEROUS GAME. Would Makoto show up tonight? Would Jayce finally figure out that Cait had been sneaking out of bed every two weeks? Would Sae discover her sister’s TREACHEROUSLY TRAITOROUS LIAISONS with her own worst enemy? Gentle swill of her whiskey -- A true VINTAGE GAL through and through. On the rocks -- Just like her father liked it. Though she also leaned toward a nice VINTAGE WINE called SHIMMER. With a gentle smirk and a last gulp she polished off the hard liquor before calling for SAID WINE. Makoto would likely be here soon, and while part of Cait wanted the barely legal teen to try the whiskey, she figured this would go down SMOOTHER. Hearing her name, purple hair flowed effortlessly as head craned toward the voice, crystalline eyes first catching that TINY SMILE before darting up to INTOXICATING BLOODPITS. She smiled back. “You timed that perfectly. A minute earlier and you’d be ordering a whiskey on the rocks.” Simple teasing -- Maybe testing the waters for FUTURE REFERENCE. “Well, well, well...” Blue tourmalines scanned Makoto up and down -- SHAMELESS if only thanks to her next words -- A VISAGE, BY ANY ANOTHER NAME. “Seems like you’re certainly out to score tonight.” She took a sip of wine, using it to mask the HARSH SWALLOW of that lump left clogging her throat. (Or maybe it was her HEART.) For Caitlyn’s part, she’d adorned herself in WHITE & GOLD, pairing some boot cuts that hugged her ass with a tight corset and open bolero jacket -- Giving a... GENEROUS view of her cleaveage. (WONDER WHY...) “You still going with the claims you don’t wanna score ME?” Brow raised, lips curled up. “Make it two for the pretty one. She has some catching up to do.”

Heh... It really was a gay bar... All the intel had been SPOT ON... Now what the fuck did she do? Panic rose back up, possessing body and organs once more. HARSH SWALLOW & BONE-WHITE KNUCKLES -- Hand cramping around handlebars... Finally with a growl, she sunk canines VICIOUSLY into her gums, tearing flesh back open, before kicking out the kickstand and locking up her bike. An expensive sports bike, but far too advanced to be easily stolen, with a tracking chip build into the frame itself. With STAMPS kicking up the rain’s residue from yesterday, she crossed the street, eyes locked onto the bar sign. QUICK GULP alongside a single last 4-7-8 routine, and Sae finally took the plunge into SHEER CHAOS.. Good, God. This place was a SEA of alcohol, sweat & sex. Everything cloyed at nostrils -- An object of hypersensitivity built into the very genes of the Niijima family, but years of work investigating all the worst kinds of HORRORS in the world left her desensitized. (Though she’d rather be watching an autopsy than... HERE...) Bloodletters scanned crowds and every scene, RELENTLESSLY, from girls to gays to a stupid stripper pole that was THANKFULLY going unused. Bad karaoke blared over speakers before... BING------ ...Oh... Her heart FELL from her chest, replaced with what could only be known as a BURNING CORE OF HATRED. Felt like a highly pressurised volcano was looking to ERUPT... Oh, how long would it be until it DID? Time would tell, but for now it had to be TEMPERED. “I’ll have a Negroni.” Arrival announced, with Sae taking a seat at the bar right next to her baby sister. “And I think I’ll take a minute of YOUR TIME, too...” Had she ever sounded so BRUTALLY COLD toward her own flesh and blood before? “So much for only being questioned about the case, huh, sis? The Hell are you wearing and why are you here with HER? And speaking of HER, what’s your game, Caitlyn?” If they tried to leave, she’d find a way to KEEP THEM HERE. This was HER TIME.

                                                                                  -----LEVIATHAN DEMANDED IT.....

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jxsticeprxvailed said:  @ all your muses, what is their fondest memories?

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Fondest memory? "Hm." Curls tugged at the corners of Sae's lips. That question brought back a FLOOD of happy memories, from the time before father ended up being KILLED IN ACTION. A time when she still let herself LOVE. A time where the crushing reality of this CRUEL & UNJUST WORLD came crashing in on Sae's already far too mature life. Letting a few seconds of MELANCHOLIC NOSTALGIA tick by, Sae finally replied with the one at the very forefront of her mind. "That would have to be the day Dad got Makoto her BELOVED Buchimaru-kun..." In a world of complicated ideas and complex emotion, that remained the SIMPLEST THING she'd ever witnessed. A broke father. Going above and beyond. To get his daughter. The one thing. She needed. To survive everything life had to offer... That had heard been the CORE ROOT of everything Sae had done since dinner father's passing in the line of duty. Oh, how far this OVERBEARING, OVERWHELMING world had derailed Sae... "You know I'd never seen someone light up more than when I saw dad get I that pencil case..." Still hadn't seen a moment and more MAGICAL -- And she lived as an arbiter that EXECUTED & LOCKED AWAY the worst nightmares of a TRAUMA-RIDDEN WORLD. Honestly, that may just have been the start of her PSYCHOPATHIC ADORATION of Makoto Niijima.

"My... Fondest memory?" Consider Weiss DUMBFOUNDED. "Why in the world would you ever care about that?" Seriously!! Had perplexed brows knitted together like NEVER before. The Schnee heiress prides herself on TALENT & INTELLECT. (After all it was the only thing her father AT ALL respected, and beneath false bravado lay an INSECURE BITCH.) "Then again..." Lips became a thin line, and then a POUT... Cold azure seas mellowing out into something SAD. "I... Don't really know the answer to that question..." Speaking of sad... That tone in her voice proved RARE... Maybe even NEW. "PTSD robbed me of a lot of my childhood..." An alcoholic mother, exigent sister, bully brother, hyper abusive FACE-SCARRING father, and a terrorist cell intent on tearing them all away from her -- YEAH, NO WONDER... “I assume it had something to do with Winter or Mother, or maybe even my Grandfather before he passed away...” They’d always been the CLOSEST TO COMFORT Weiss had ever come. “But like I said, I really couldn’t tell you for sure...” Balled up fists, folding arms, body twisting away -- HEAD HUNG LOW. “I...” Voice quivered and tears began to build up in those storm-blue hues. “I think I need to be alone for a while... Could you give me a minute?” When was the last time Weiss Schnee was TRULY HAPPY? Had she ever been? Honestly... She couldn’t say for sure...

Well, Natsuki had a very SHALLOW pool of experiences to choose, given how little REAL HAPPINESS she counted within her life. Thankfully, due to a... CERTAIN SOMEONE... Those few experiences within her HAPPY POOL were enriched beyond imagination and filled with such a DEEP SENSE OF JOY. “Oh, that’s EASY.” Though if you’d asked her a few months ago, or if the two seniors were MID-FIGHT, well... She might just have given you a DIFFERENT ANSWER. “It’s gotta be when Makoto found my secret stash of PARFAIT GIRLS.” Tinsy-winsy frame had wired itself up on discovery -- So expectant of the fall was Natsuki. So sure that Niijima would insult her things -- Call her CHILDISH, WASTEFUL, IMMATURE, STUPID, just like everyone else did. But, much to Natsuki’s surprise, that HADN’T happened as Makoto shared some manga from her OWN Guilty Secret before going in depth with Parfait Girls and even springboarding from THAT into asking Natsuki to BAKE for her. MOVE OVER CLOUD NINE -- NATSUKI’S RIDING CLOUD ELEVEN. “I’ve just honestly never felt more PROUD & VALIDATED in my things... And that’s probably when I let my guard down the most...” A DREADED PROSPECT IN & OF ITSELF -- Especially with the student council president inquiring about Natsuki’s father who remained a very REAL impending doom for BOTH OF THEM. “I have a lot I’m scared of... And sharing my things used to be even scarier than facing Papa when he came home drunk...” Just to put into perspective how important such a revelation was. “Maybe one day I can share my POETRY with her, too...

Reclined against the bed, one hand behind her head, the other flinging knives AIMLESSLY against the wall opposite. Well, not ENTIRELY aimless. After all, said wall DID hang the pictures of the very people who killed Akaguro Chizome. As the only human to EVER make her feel half-way normal regarding her own world view of what SHE needed to make herself happy, Toga held a deep-seated loathing for the human who struck him down. Had a blood-curdling sense that she MIGHT JUST BE NEXT. “Huh?” Yellows eyes flickered across at the question, and with another flick of her wrist, the last knife EMBEDDED itself in the concrete. “Whaddaya mean, fondest memory?” What a FOREIGN CONCEPT to the little psycho who had never been one to really consider what kind of path she’d cut to get here. “I, uh... Hmph.” Face twisted up in DEEP THOUGHT & THEATRICALITY,  and one more blade found its home decorating wallpaper. “I’d say...” Eyes snapped wide, tiny throat gasping out in BRAIN-EXPLODING SHOCK. “It ain’t got NOTHIN’ to do with you.” With a dance-like precision, Toga snatched up the final combat knife that lay on her mattress, floating across to hold it to the stranger’s throat. “And it’s best that ya LEAVE before I make another happy memory outta your ENTRAILS.” Wait... Why the FUCK wasn’t she just doing that anyway? “Nghh!! Yer really beginnin’ to ANNOY ME.” Left hand reached for the bedside drawer without missing a beat, pulling out some ROPE. “Jus’ for that imma tie you up REAL NICE, an’ when I get back, your gonna be a REAL GOOD REASON why I shouldn’t just CUT YA & KILL YA right now.” Something annoying in her gut told her that she was NEVER going to kill this human anyway... What the FUCK was going on with her?

                                                                    (MAKOTO...)

Oh. Oh, Cait didn’t like this question ONE BIT. Truth be told, she struggled with ANYTHING that drew MARRIAGE & LOVE into doubt within her own mind. Which... just happened to be EXACTLY what this question did... Because any small amount of time ago, Caitlyn would’ve SWORN that the happiest day of her life -- And ERGO her fondest memory -- Was that of WALKING DOWN THE AISLE TO MARRY JAYCE. But these days, something TWISTED her gut and CLOGGED her throat whenever she attempted to make such claims. And only one thing had changed in the mean time: MAKOTO NIIJIMA. Which... For all her breathless panic, racing organs, torturously damning thoughts, and her desire to RUN INTO THE WILD -- THE GREAT ESCAPE... Said gut also would never allow her to even CONSIDER Makoto being her FONDEST MEMORY. What a stupid, foolish, bizarre, and downright ludicrous idea that would be. They’d barely spoken before the rifle lessons, and what had happened since that could be worth REMEMBERING FONDLY? (CHEMISTRY...) Oh no, no, no. Caitlyn couldn’t ever do that. DENIAL WOULDN’T LET HER. “My twenty-first birthday. Daddy bought me my first custom-made rifle from a company called Hextech -- Said it was time I hunted with something that had a bit more KICK than the vintage rifle he’d passed down to me growing up.” A sign of her COMING OF AGE & PROVING HERSELF. Definitely one of her FONDEST MEMORIES, to be sure... Though it might just have been that vintage rifle that held the ones that were even fonder...

                                         ...................LIKE TEACHING MAKOTO TO SHOOT.......

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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jxsticeprxvailed said: @Sae, would you rather Makoto date your rival or a psychopathic murderer?

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                                                                                             Blink. Blink. BLINK.

Did... They REALLY just ask that question? Really just suggest that Makoto had a crush on both CAITLYN, the Sheriff of Full Of Herself Town, and... A... What? “A...” GULP. “Psychopathic murder?” Teeth were nibbling at lips, pulling chunks of skin, pouring blood that frantic tongue swipes cleared up with each DESPERATE ATTEMPT to wet drying lips and throat. Oxygen felt in a deficit, like the reason it was so DIFFICULT to breathe had to be because there just WASN’T ANY LEFT. Heart hammered, threatening to go SPLAT against ribcage at any moment. Her head hurt. OH, GOD, HOW HER HEAD HURT. “You... You’re not... Tell me you’re not serious... Tell me this is some kind of SICK GAME.” Red eyes looked ready to spill some blood of their own, and with an uncharacteristic CRACK in her usual COLD & CALM DEMEANOR, Sae’s attempts to grab at her phone resulted in it first slipping from TREMBLING HANDS and clattering against the desk. Slamming said hands down on the phone to keep it STEADY, she took DEEP STABILIZING BREATHS -- 4. 7. 8. 4. 7. 8. 4. 7. 8. -- NEEDING to cut her panic off at the pass. When, and ONLY WHEN, she’d regained any semblance of composure did she finally pull up contacts and dial one of FEW names in there that didn’t ONLY exist as a WORK CONTACT:

                                                                 MAKOTO NIIJIMA 🖤

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@jxsticeprxvailed​

Hands shook as they gripped BONE-WHITE against the handlebars of her motorcycle. Between chill air and a full moon, one might just consider this a CALM NIGHT... But not for the city’s Prosecutor... Not with such a truth that SANGUINE BLOODLETTERS had just observed. Everything made it hard to function -- All HITCHING BREATHS & HAMMERING HEARTS -- But she had to zero herself, calm herself. She couldn’t drive STUPID right now. One mistake could spell death on the road. So she squeezed eyes shut tight until TEARS bled from corners and took a page from father’s book: 4. 7. 8. Through the nose four seconds. Hold it seven. Out the mouth eight. With a quick gulp, blood tingling on tastebuds before coating her throat (apparently she’d leant on THAT compulsive coping mechanism as well...), Sae’s vice grip only increased, revving the engine before setting off. GIVING CHASE her traitorous sister. The stranger had been TELLING THE TRUTH. Well... At least, they had been correct with regards to Makoto SNEAKING OUT -- Whether she went to a GAY BAR remained to be seen. With a vast knowledge of Shibuya, and a history of weaving alleyways, it proved easy enough to STALK flesh & blood through the town. Question was... Where the FUCK was Makoto going? And what the FUCK did Sae do when they got there?

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jxsticeprxvailed said: @Sae, What would you do if I told you your sister snuck out of the house & went to a gay bar? (Leaves out the Caitlyn part cuz that's enough to make Sae mad lol)

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“I...” Uh-oh. How did Sae justify it THIS TIME? Without a single PEEP of the name ‘CAITLYN’, Sae had STILL got that twisting intestinal feeling in her gut. Like a searing disgust and need to VOMIT -- A deep-seated HATRED & POSSESSIVENESS. Over... What? Her sister... Finding someone? Someone that WASN’T Caitlyn? She’d blame it on homosexuality. That HAD to be the only remaining logical explanation, right? RIGHT?! The elder Niijima did NOT want her younger counterpart like THAT -- Such INCESTUOUS SIN was completely ABHORRENT. “How would you even know this? Are you stalking Makoto?” DAMMIT. There crawled that JUSTICIAL TERMITE again, right across her skin and deep through her veins. Somebody had accused her baby girl of sneaking out at night to a GAY BAR without so much as even TRYING to talk to her big sister and parental guardian about it. Maybe she needed to stake her out... FOLLOW HER IF NEED BE... But what would she do if the answer proved to be the WRONG ONE? She didn’t know.

                                                                 -----SHE REALLY DIDN’T KNOW.....

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jxsticeprxvailed said: “ they were flirting with you ” @ whichever

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FLIRTS never quite did it for Toga. Maybe because that STUPID BITCH back in high school BRUISED HER EGO. Pfft. NAHHH. The little psycho just found the easy bait BORING, much preferring a challenge... A CHASE. “He.He.He. If I didn’t know any betta I’d say y’were JEALOUS!!” More maniacal laughter followed as one arm slung itself RATHER VIOLENTLY around Makoto’s neck, Himiko hip-checking the senior and pulling her close. “Am I right, or am I right?” Toothed grin revealed itself once more, tongue swiping across rightmost canine. “S’okay to admit ya want me, ya know?” WINK. See? Her exact point right here. Some slut wanted her? Who cared? Bitch would only get SCARED the second she pulled the knife out anyway. And would probably just be BORING in the sack. No. No, no, no. She wanted THE NIIJIMA GIRL. Call it a fixation, but the sheer fact this BABE was even hanging around her made her TEN TIMES MORE CURIOUS than anyone else she’d ever met. Factor in her seeming... INDIFFERENCE? To Toga’s societally questionable kink. (Toga theorized it was MASKED SADISM on Makoto’s part.) And then add a PROSECUTOR of a sister, and playing HARD-TO-GET, and welp: Wasn’t that just a VERITABLE COCKTAIL OF FASCINATION? -- WHO COULD BLAME HER?! “Would ya slap her if I kissed her? If I bought ‘er a drink would ya throw it over ‘er?” Quick dip of her head, lips brushing Makoto’s ears. “D’ya want me to buy YOU a drink instead?”

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jxsticeprxvailed said: “ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ” @ Whichever

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“What? Who? NEPTUNE?!” Voice incredulous -- Weiss proved... UNACCUSTOMED to Makoto’s jealous ideations. Though it did occur to her, and she WOULD use it in her argument to come, that maybe Makoto was only saying this to SPITE HER after the verbal onslaughts the Schnee heiress had directed toward ANN TAKAMAKI, RYUJI SAKAMOTO, AKIRA KURUSU &... Well, honestly Weiss held a certain amount of RESPECT for Yusuke Kitagawa, especially once his story hit the papers. He went from an ART PRODIGY, to an abused artist who was only valued for the MEANING the person who was supposed to LOVE HIM could STEAL. (A little like her.) “I’m sorry, but how is that any business of YOURS? Especially considering the company YOU YOURSELF KEEP?!” Weiss neglected to mention that her union with Neptune had been founded in pursuit of becoming PROM KING & QUEEN... And with the intention of USURPING Makoto from her position as STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT, so she could rescind her FOOLISH DECREE regarding the Phantom Thieves. “Just admit it, you’re only doing this to try and get BACK AT ME for hating those DOLTS you call ‘friends’. And, well, I have some BAD NEWS for you: IT. ISN’T. WORKING.”

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jxsticeprxvailed said: “im NOT jealous ” @ Cait about Jayce lol  

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Took every single last ounce of strength in Cait’s PROUDLY BRITISH bones not to SNORT at Makoto’s defensiveness. Maybe there was a little bit of VENGEFUL VINDICATION mixed in as well, after everything that went down at the gay bar -- And maybe it helped fuel the denial that Caitlyn was still a FAITHFUL WIFE. “Oh, come on, Makoto. We both already know you like me like that. So WHAT if you’re jealous of him? That’s just NATURE AT WORK, dear.” ...This, the Sheriff just realized, contradicted her very own HISTORICAL LOGIC when she claimed it a GOOD THING that Makoto could freely flirt and want to fuck other women. If THAT was evidence of the younger understudy not having feelings for her teacher, then surely THIS should’ve been the opposite -- Evidence that Makoto DID want more with SPECIFICALLY CAIT. Ergo: A very BAD thing. (Especially considering Caitlyn’s OWN jealousy at the gay bar.) “Besides, he’s clearly a very INTIMIDATING man, considering I believed him to be a FULFILLING ENOUGH PROSPECT to swear an oath of MARRIAGE to.”

                                                         ......................BELIEVED HIM TO BE.....?                                                                                                                   .....................PAST TENSE?!?!

(And why the fuck was Cait trying to FURTHER TEASE Makoto? More projection? Or... Maybe... JUST MAYBE... She actually WANTED Makoto to be JEALOUS.)

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