.... /!\ A real shippy writing ↓↓↓ if it's not your thing ignore (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
That said, time to talk about a real matter ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
@yuriyuruandyuraart Happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉
I hope you'll like that small gift ^w^. Have this two lil' (fem) Cross-Killer writings >:3c
Only fluff today
• Training day •
« It's a stupid idea... »
« What ? »
« I said it's a stupid idea. »
« I see~ The all-mighty knight doesn't feel brave enough ? Scaredy cat ! »
« No I just find the idea stupid, " she glared at her comrade before continying, « but since you're insisting… I'll do it ! »
Cross pushed her sleeves up and picked up her sword-sized knife. Killer grinned, a rose firmly clasped between her teeth.
« Don't move. »
« 'wouldn't dream of it ! »
How Killer managed to keep articulating that well despite the flower was... impressive.
After taking a few feet back, Cross firmly put her feet on the dusty ground. She took long and steady breaths to stabilize her heart, which was still racing from the aftermath of the training fight they stopped just a moment ago. The edges of her sight blurred, leaving only the target visible.
It was red.
Red as the blood rushing fast through her veins. Red as the heart pulsing louder and louder in her chest.
She let the background fade and mix with her heartbeat.
Touching the red. The red. And not the soft skin of Killer's cheek.
A drop of sweat went down her chin, cold against her still warm body.
A bit of blood trickled down from a fresh cut in her leg as a metallic taste settled on her tongue from a small gash on the side of her cheek.
A stray hair came tickling her nose but she stayed focused on her current task and the weight in her hands .
She sighed one last time before leaping forward.
« Hurry princ- »
Startled by the sudden comment of her opponent, her knife went flying far, far from the initial target.
She tripped over her own feet and tumbled forward.
Something caught her sleeve right on time to not get her face smashed onto the ground.
« Gotcha. »
Cross quickly grabbed onto Killer's clothes to get upright. And, once done, rubbed her hands on her pants to chase the dust her knees accumulated.
She shot a nasty glare at the other who was sneering with the hope it would keep her from making a comment.
It didn't work.
« You should have told me you were planning to fall from me~I would have bring more flowers~ »
Cross balayed the ground with her leg, making the flirty girl crash down. The rose flied to the other side of the room. She put her shoe on the other's chest and snickered.
« Who's falling for who, you say ? »
The tan skin of her victim's cheeks flushed red. After a second of intense staring, Killer's eyes gleamed dangerously and Cross's leg that was still pinning the girl down got suddenly pushed out of the way.
Cross fall on top.
« Nice of you to join, darlin' »
Killer's grin seemed confident but her blushy face was telling otherwise.
They stayed there for a while, boring holes into each other's pupils.
Killer's hand gently stroked Cross's cheek, pensive. Cross played with Killer's hair, examining the black parts and the white parts.
Silence settled.
None of them wanted to be the first to move. But each second passing by was another risk to have the others barging in onto the scene. They would mock them, it was certain.
So from a tacit agreement, they both stood up and walked towards the bench to tend to their wounds in silence. Cross tried to make it as quick as possible as she wanted to check Killer’s wounds in case she had more than a few minor cuts. It seemed she wasn't fast enough however and, in the end, Killer was the one insisting to help her bandage up her leg. She didn't fight against it, it would just be a waste of time. Her eyes wandered on Killer’s body to be sure no major wounds were hidden. It looked fine. A wave of relief filled her soul and her tense shoulders relaxed.
Killer checked her leg, frowning. Let's hope her companion wouldn't go, purposely or not, overboard with the bandages this time. She wouldn't wish to be called « mummy » by the others ever again. The nickname lived on for a whole week after all. She was still wondering if Killer didn't ask to help her with that very aim in mind, now that she was thinking of it. She clicked her tongue with annoyance, now focusing on the tip of her right hand's nails. The polish was coming off, which was usual after training. She mused over what colors Killer would like to try next time.
« What are you thinking about ? »
She flinched, her thoughts popping off like a bubble.
« None of your business... »
She crossed her arms and looked away. She should go fetch her weapon, still lying on the training ground, before she forgot it.
Hot air tickled her ear as Killer whispered near it.
« Were you thinking about me ?~ »
Cross pushed away Killer, as she was starting to feel too exhausted to deal with any of that. She walked to her knife, picked it up and made it swirl a few times before putting it away. She then turned towards Killer.
« Dinner is coming soon, let's go .»
Killer looked at her longily. What was she thinking about ? It better not be another witty comment.
A rumbling noise echoed in the room.
« I guess it is indeed dinner time... », blurted out Killer.
Cross accidentally let out a small laugh in answer.
Come on ! Where did everybody's sense of humour go ? It was just a small joke, after all… She really didn't understand the wave of anger that fell upon her after that silly little prank.
Yes, the pie exploding was a waste of perfectly edible food ! But ! It was funny and that was more important, wasn't it ? Horror didn't seem to agree with her, she was just boring. Yes, she underestimated the strength of the explosion and it broke Dust's nose. And knock it off the lamp. And somehow light a fire. And...
Uh.
…
Still. It was innocent. She shouldn't have to go hide in Cross's closet, praying to not be found too quickly. It was humiliating. Squished between a lovely pair of huge boots and a stack of socks, the time felt long.
Killer stopped moving and listened to potential noises indicating she was screwed. It wasn't long before a door clacked and steps resonated inside the room.
It was the end.
She was gonna die today and her corpse would be flushed down the toilets or something like that.
Her eyes closed tight and she brought her knees towards her chest. Oh cruel world. What a pitiful death would it be to perish between these socks and these - still lovely- boots in that dark, small but… charismatic closet. It wouldn't be that bad to stay in that closet for a bit longer, would it ? A ray of light hit her eyelids, making them shiver. And the door slowly creaked open.
No, she wanted to stay in that closet.
Noooo.
A hand pulled her out of the closet.
« I'M LESBIAN ! »
« What- »
Killer's eyelids fluttered open to discover the confused face of Cross in front of her. Eh. Maybe she wouldn't die today in the end. Cross seemed pretty taken aback by the sudden shout and Killer swore she heard a muffled « but... I already know you're a lesbian... ».
Mouvements in the corridor made the two flinch and Cross hurried her under the bed. Great, it was dusty there and she wanted to sneeze just to think about it.
Thankfully nobody entered the room and Killer soon left the ground. But not before catching an ankle and making Cross shriek. She wouldn't dare miss the opportunity.
They were now sitting back to back on the blanket. Waiting for something to break the silence.
« uuuh it could have been worse. Nobody died in the end! »
Killer snorted at Cross's attempt to cheer her up.
« It's truuue, » she wiggled her hands high in the air, « no cooorpse toniiiight ! »
She let herself fall onto the bed.
Cross looked embarrassed but flopped down as well, putting her head right next to Killer's.
There were stains on the ceiling from past… « experiments ». Killer turned on the side and got her face stuck into the other's hair. She didn't mind that much. Cross's hair smelled nice. And they were all puffy, like a cushion. A cushion with leaves in it however. And feathers. Is that a... a piece of ham !??
Ok, time to do something.
Where was the brush again ? Pushing open the drawers on the nightstand one by one with her foot in search of the tool, she thought about how to ask. And she decided to just not ask at all.
Killer sat up, finally fetched the brush in the bottom drawer and put herself at the right angle to get a hold of the messy hair. And she started to brush with a soft little push. Cross didn't move and hummed to the slow contact. Taking that as a signal to continue, Killer carefully untangled one by one the tangled hair. She removed the foreign objects each time she met one. She lined them up in a lign on the side of the bed. She marveled at each discovery in the flutter mess. How did that half-fork end up there ? She snickered. What a mess.
Cross let out a small complaint when Killer accidentally pulled a bit too strong.
« Sorry. »
She went on with the task in a comfortable silence.
Once done, she admired her work. There. It looked better. Cross was still eyes-closed lying on the mattress and Killer was starting to think she fell asleep or would be soon.
The brush went back into the drawer and Killer settled to look at the still girl. At her pale skin no scar could tarnish. In fact it looked even better with. At her eyebrows, hint of an internal peace. At her eyelashes, dancing with invisible twitches of the hidden eye-balls. The black hair fading to white on the tips, framing nicely the lovely face. Her eyes lingered on her lips and she unconsciously moved closer and closer until their noses almost touched.
Cross's eyes shot open. The red and the white irises quivered in surprise from the unexpected proximity.
She didn't move away however. Nor say a word.
"Hello there sleeping beauty~"
Cross's eyes rolled and the girl sighed.
"Who do you think you are? My knight in shining armor ? Start by removing your shirt and we'll see."
"My- my shirt?"
Killer's ears reddened at the thought of what it could mean.
"Yes dearest. Because I fear your shiny armor isn't as shiny as you think."
Ah. Killer looked at her shirt. It was dirty. Stains and burns were mixing from the regrettable pie accident.
It wouldn't hurt to change it, indeed.
Killer stood up and grabbed the bottom of her cloth and pulled it over her head. Then she yanked it in a corner. Off it went. She turned towards Cross, proudly showing off her new bra.
"If you wanted to take a look, you should have just asked~"
"That's the ugliest bra I ever saw."
Killer looked down at her beautiful bra. Two big eyes were drawn on the white fabric with the sentence "Look at me in the eyes'' under each.
"I don't see what's the matter with it?"
"Ugh of course you don't, just put on a clean shirt to hide this monstrosity."
Killer grumbled but obeyed. She rummaged through the closet and picked up a tank top. "Fisherwoman" was written in a broad scaly font. She was convinced Cross actually loved that bra. Maybe. She glanced at Cross. She wore her "death is alive" black hoodie. Hmm yeah she must have loved that bra.
Or she wouldn't steal Killer's clothes as often.
Killer turned on herself to show her outfit to Cross.
"Happy now?"
"Almost." Cross patted the empty place next to her. "Come here."
Once Killer settled down again on the blanket, Cross put her chin on the woman's shoulder and declared :
"Now I'm happy."
When Nightmare, Dust and Horror opened the door. They found their two friends sound asleep in each other's arms, all snuggly. They left silently after Dust took a few pictures as future blackmail material.
