Nona spent two days recovering. Even though her eye had fully grown back after the first day, Mikla wanted her to rest more as he did his own search on the culprits making the crappy remakes of Oserious’s weapons. However, not really getting anywhere, Mikla was starting to lose his mind being cooped up in Oserious’s huge house by himself, since his Uncle was away on his own business.
Today, he’s decided he needs his own day off and he’s gonna ask Nona to join him.
It was an hour drive to Nona’s apartment, Oserious had his home set up in a pretty secluded area. Mikla hasn’t even contacted Nona in anyway to let him know he was arriving at her apartment.
An elevator ride later, Mikla was knocking on the door to Nona’s apartment.
“Mikla?” a very tired looking Nona answered the door, she was still in her pajamas (joggers and a rumpled from sleep white shirt), which was new for Mikla to see compared to her usual everyday wear.
“Hello hello, Nans. How are you this fine day? Love the outfit.”
“What do you want?” she rubbed her face in annoyance.
“You gonna invite me in? It’s rude not invitin’ company in.”
“I’d rather you didn’t come in.”
“Why not?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Oooh, is the lady friend around then?” Mikla said, trying to peer over Nona’s shoulder into the apartment. “Well she can be included. I have a proposition for ya, Nans.”
“And what is this proposition...”
“Well if ya let me in I can explain everythin’ to both of ya, Banona. You know I hate repeatin’ myself.”
Nona gave out the longest sigh ever and rubbed her tired eyes in both annoyance and thought. This was inevitable. Mikla and Mezuma were bond to meet at some point, she just wish she had been better prepared and not have it sprung on her like this. After careful consideration, she stepped aside and gestured for Mikla to enter the apartment. When she shut the door, she shoved Mikla into one of the empty chairs in the kitchen and pointed at him in warning.
“Stay.” she kept her gaze on him while she walked towards the half wall separating the bedroom from the kitchen where Mezuma was half asleep, wrapped up in the bedsheet.
“Who is it?” Mezuma asked through a yawn.
“An annoyance.” Nona went over and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her girlfriends head.
“Tell the annoyance to go away.” yawning again, Mezuma reached her tired hands out to Nona, gesturing her to come into her space. “Come back to bed, babe...” she pouted.
“I would love nothing more than to do that, but I’m afraid Mikla is a very persistent being.”
“Hey wait-” suddenly wide awake, Mezuma sat up, holding the bedsheet against her chest. “You didn’t say it was Mikla.”
“I made it very clear it was Mikla.”
“Callin’ him ‘an annoyance’ isn’t the same thing, Nona.” Mezuma fumbled out of the bed, still wrapped up in the sheet, and was stopped by Nona from going any further out of the bedroom area.
“Please put on clothes before meeting him.” Nona begged in a loud whisper.
“I meet all kinds of strangers with less clothes on than this, Nona. Remember what my job is? Meetin’ someone wearin’ just a bed sheet is an upgrade for me.” Mezuma waved off her girlfriend and scuttled out into the kitchen.
“Well hello there gorgeous!” Mikla stood up from his seat at the kitchen table and bowed very deeply to Mezuma. “What a happy accident that you happened to be here today.” he took one of her hands in his, bowed his head a bit, and kissed the top of her hand. “Name’s Miklazal, only when I’m in trouble. Associates call me Mikla and friends call me Miky.”
“Mezuma.” she responded with a grin. “Friends call me, Mezzie. Nice to finally meet you, Miky.”
“Charmed, Mezzie.” he shot her a wink before Nona shoved him back into the kitchen chair again. “Relax, Nans, it’s going swimmingly!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Nona crossed her arms and stared down at him. “What was it you were speaking of earlier?”
“Oh right! See, I’ve been goin’ stir crazy bein’ stuck in that big ol’ house all by me lonesome and decided to take the day off today. So, I thought ‘well I’ll go out and do some shoppin’!’ A grand idea, eh? But it’s no fun doin’ that by myself. And I thought, I’d invite my best mate Nona to come join me!”
“You need a bodyguard to go shopping?”
“Not as a bodyguard, you absolute banana, as a friend. Since Mezzie is here too, she’s more then welcome- no- I am requestin’, that you come along as well.” Mikla hopped up to his feet and patted off his fur collared jacket. “We’re gonna go on a nice shoppin’ trip as three people who need to go shoppin’.”
“I don’t need to go shopping.”
“Mezuma help me out here.” Mikla turned to the pink demon. “Maybe you can finally help me convince this wonderful giantess to buy some practical and fashionable outfits. She wore those boots the other day, the ones with the gold studs on the back, I know she didn’t come up with that herself.”
“That was my suggestion.” Mezuma smiled and fluttered her lashes at her girlfriend.
“See! That’s is what I need! She don’t listen to me anymore-”
“I never did.” Nona cut in.
“-but she seems to listen to you no problem!” Mikla finished.
“Probably cause you’re not bangin’ her on the regular.” Mezuma pinched Nona’s cheek as the taller woman groaned again.
“I regret so many things.”
“No you don’t.” Mezuma tugged her girlfriends arm towards the other side of the half wall. “We’re gonna get dressed all nice like, and we’re gonna go join Miky shoppin’ because he’s your friend and you do need some new clothes.”
“I don’t need new clothes.”
“You do, you keep bleeding on them or gettin’ them cut up.” Mezuma tossed the bed sheet onto the bed and put on underwear she had stored in one of Nona’s drawers.
“I dislike shopping.” Nona sighed before getting distracted by her less than dressed girlfriend and wrapping her arms around Mezuma’s waist. “I would rather spend all day laying in bed with you.”
“We can do that any day.” Mezuma giggled and gently shoved Nona off.
“Who was it that wanted to do that just moments ago?”
“That was when I didn’t know it was Mikla gracing us with his presence and invitin’ us to go shop.” she swatted at Nona who was trying to deter her from properly getting dressed. “You are distracting me!” she called out with a giggle.
“You think you can stop me with these tiny hands?” Nona asked, easily blocking her girlfriends playful punches.
“I can do a lot of things to you with these tiny hands and I did last night.”
“Don’t.” Nona dragged her girlfriend close and put a hand over her mouth. “Mikla will hear you.”
“Aw,” Mezuma grinned and pushed Nona’s hand away from her face. “Big bad demon gettin’ all flustered~ Doesn’t want her best friend hearin’ how she has seeeeeeex~”
“Stop.” Nona bit her tongue to stop herself from laughing. “Get dressed, you menace.”
“You like me.”
“I do, yes..” Nona smiled and gave her girlfriend a quick kiss before going off to change into clean clothes of her own.
Mezuma was fast, already having on her outfit when Nona disappeared into the bathroom to fix her hair. Black high wasted shorts with a matching black, loose collared long sleeved shirt tucked into the pants.
“Oh Mezzie please.” Mikla slapped his hand on his chest right above his heart. “You slay me, the world cannot possibly be ready to handle you today.”
“The world is never ready to handle me, Miky.” Mezuma smiled and gave a little twirl.
“She’s modest and she gives a lovely twirl. Nona, how could you try to prolong me meetin’ this wonderful lady?” Mikla spoke accusingly to Nona, who was pulling back her hair as she was leaving the bathroom.
“I have my reasons.” Her outfit was a usual one. Leather pants and a black shirt tucked in.
“She just doesn’t like me havin’ any fun.” Mikla loudly whispered to Mezuma.
“I think you’re right.” Mezuma whispered back.
“Please behave.” Nona handed Mezuma her pink furred coat and heels then went to put on her boots and grab her jacket.
“I will if you wear the fur lined jacket you have.”
“I don’t have a fur lined jacket.”
“Yes you do.” Mezuma finished putting on her heels and went over to Nona’s closet to search through it. Moments later, she pulled out a jacket from the back that had dark gray fur on the collar of it.
“I was unaware I had that.” Nona took it from her and stared at her skeptically. “Why am I wearing this again?”
“Because it’ll look nice on you and you’ll match me and Miky. We have a fur theme going.”
“I love you more and more with each passing moment, Mezuma.” Mikla swooned from the front door.
“Mikla.” Nona warned.
“Behave, I know.” Mikla waved her off and grabbed his sunglasses from his pocket. “You both must be starvin’, so brunch is on me ladies.”
~~~
Brunch was at a cafe up north called Vice & Virtue. A cafe Mikla enjoyed for the hilariously ironic name and their extensive drink bar. Just as he offered he paid for everything and escorted both Mezuma and Nona out of the cafe.
“Now, Mezzie.” Mikla hooked an arm around hers. “Tell me, love.. what is it that you do for a livin’?”
“Well, Miky. I’m an dancer at this fine establishment called ‘The Crimson Club’.”
“I’ve been there a couple times, can’t remember if I’ve seen you before or not. I woulda remembered your face if I had.”
“You’re too much of a personality to miss, I don’t recall ever runnin’ into you there.”
“That how you two met then?” he asked looking at Nona who was holding Mezuma’s other hand and walking silently next to the two of them, slowly accepting her fate at this point.
“Not exactly-”
“She saved me from my asshole ex who kidnapped me.” Mezuma interrupted. “He stole weapons from your Uncle but.. Nona saved me. She didn’t have to but she did.” she smiled and squeezed her girlfriends hand. “We did run into each other again at the club.”
“I was on a job.” Nona quickly said.
“No pleasure eh?” Mikla asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Nona.
“It was all business with her despite how much I flirted.” Mezuma sighed.
“I came around, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but it took some convincin’.” the pink haired woman smiled at the other woman. “I am glad you came back that night.”
“You mean that night I pulled her away?” Mikla asked. “She almost didn’ if I hadn’t convinced her to go.”
“Oh really?” she responded, raising a brow at Nona.
“I thought I was too late.” Nona answered with a frown.
“Devastated she was. Practically in tears!” Mikla mused dramatically.
“I was not.”
“Nah, but you weren’t yourself. And I was worried about you! I ain’t never seen you that hung up on someone before. I wanted to help out. You’re always helpin’ me out, I wanted to return the favor!
“I thought you told me friends don’t have to return favors?”
“Did you-” Mikla stopped walking, and grabbed at his heart while leaning up against a street light post. “My Gods, did anyone else hear that? Nona. Banana Nona Nans, just said- nay- proclaimed that we were friends! Am I having a stroke? Can demons have strokes? I’m genuinely curious now.”
“If we ignore him, he will get over it.” Nona tugged gently at her and her girlfriends joint hands so they could continue walking.
“He is a bit over dramatic.” Mezuma said with a laugh.
“Only when he’s awake.”
“But did you mean it?” Mezuma asked quietly.
“I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but yes..” Nona replied softly.
“Hold on!” Mikla jogged up next to them and pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head. “First stop is right here, ladies.” he steered them towards a large boutique store.
Very posh and nicely dressed demons greeted them at the door. Mezuma stuck herself to Nona’s side, afraid to touch anything because she would never be able to rationally afford any of the things sold here, not unless she wanted to give up eating for a week.
“This is not the place you usually shop at, Mikla.” Nona mentioned.
“I need new sunnys.” Mikla pointed up to the plain black pair on top of his head. “My good pair got knocked off my face and smashed on the ground by some bloke tryin’ to start shit.” he looked over the small portion of wall littered with different sunglasses.
“For one pair of sunglasses?” both ladies walked over to the wall of sunglasses as Mikla was pulling out a pair of round sunglasses with leopard print frames.
“Yes, Nona. I like the sunnys they have here. I always get my glasses here.” he tried them on and dramatically looked over at Mezuma to model them for her. “Yes or No?”
“Absolutely, yes.” Mezuma laughed.
“Thought so. They will clash with my clothes in the best kind of way.” he pushed those up onto his forehead. Then he reached over to a pair of cat eye shaped ones with pink lenses and gold framing. “Try those bad boys on, Mez.”
“Hell no, I can’t afford 40 dollars for a pair of sunglasses, I ain’t riskin’ tryin’ em on and breakin’ them.”
“You wont break em. Go on then.” he handed the sunglasses to her, which she took very gingerly and tried them on. “I’ll find a pair for you to try on as well, Nans.”
“I don’t need sunglasses.” Nona watched with a smile as her girlfriend looked at herself in the mirror and made kissy faces to her reflection. “They look good on you.”
“They do.” Mezuma said with a sad sigh. “Too bad, I want to be able to eat this week.”
“I can get them for you.” Nona offered.
“Nona, I’m not letting you buy me a pair of sunglasses.”
“No, you’re lettin’ me buy you a pair of sunglasses.” Mikla carefully picked the sunglasses off of Mezuma’s face with a smile.
“There’s no way in Hell I’m lettin’ you buy those for me!”
“Too late. I’m gettin’ these for Nan too.” He held up a pair of black sunglasses with a gold frame and backed up towards the register.
“That’s why I offered to by them for you.” Nona said softly.
“I don’t need them.” Mezuma mumbled. “And I don’t need people buyin’ things for me.”
“But you wanted them...”
“I don’t need them. I know the differences between want and need. And I definitely don’t want other people buyin’ shit for me that I don’t need.”
“Call it a friend buyin’ another friend a spur of the moment gift.” Mikla returned and handed each pair of sunglasses to the corresponding ladies he purchased them for. “No muss, no fuss. Just sunglasses.” he winked at Mezuma and put his on before walking towards the door.
“He means well.” Nona put on the glasses she was given and held out her hand for Mezuma to grab.
“This ain’t gonna sit right with me.” Mezuma begrudgingly put on her pair and took Nona’s hand while following her out of the boutique.
“I told ya, no fuss!” Mikla smiled at her. “I like doin’ things for good demons. And you must be some sort of saint for putting up with Nona and whatever follows her, cause trust me, every potential lover I try bringin’ round to this life style we lead ain’t easy breezy. This one had her eye shot out two days ago and you’re still lookin’ at her like she’s made of flippin’ sunshine and rainbows, which ain’t true in anyway, shape, or form.”
“Mikla.” Nona warned as Mezuma covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“Ain’t no thing. I buy Nona random shit too. It’s just a thing I do. Nona is right, friends don’t have to pay each other back, but if you want to.. you can just buy me a drink at that club of yours the next time you’re workin’ and I happen to be round the area.”
“Alright, I will... if I’m still there.”
“What, you quittin’? Gettin’ fired?” Mikla turned around suddenly. “Cause I’ll call some damn names if someone plans on firin’ ya.”
“No,” Mezuma chuckled. “I’m startin’ a new job on Friday. I’m singin’ between sets at Fatal Ecstasy a couple nights a week.”
“No shit!” exclaimed Mikla. “I would ask why I wasn’t informed of this sooner but I’m only just knowin’ you as a person today and not just a vague concept Nona likes to cryptically inform me of.”
“You mean after you interrogate me.”
“Ain’t no one alive that could possibly interrogate you, Nanners.” Mikla tapped his finger on her nose and ducked out of the way when Nona took a swipe at him. “I’m sure celebrations are in order for the new job.”
“No more buyin’ me shit, Miklazal.”
“Ooo, you’re throwin’ down the full name then, Miss Mezuma. I see how it is.” Mikla grinned at her. “Alright, no more lavishin’ my friends with things. I do however still need to shop for new shirts and I require your assistance in gettin’ our mutual 3rd party member here some bangin’ new clothes. Do you accept me challenge, Mezuma?”
“Sign me up, sir.” Mezuma responded with a salute.
“A woman after my own heart.” Mikla patted at his chest with a goofy grin. “Now we go do the real shoppin’.”
It was a quick drive away, but the actual store they went to for shopping was a little thrifty place closer to where Mezuma lives. Meaning, things were a little more on the affordable side for her.
“He likes this place a lot.” Nona explained as they walked into the small, empty store. “They always have hideously patterned shirts that he buys in bulk.”
“I’ll thank you not to insult my style, Nona.” Mikla warned. “Now, you two run off and go pick out some clothes to try on. We’ll meet in the dressin’ room area in thirty minutes to try on and show off our finds.”
“Roger.” Mezuma gave him another salute and tugged Nona’s arm towards the other end of the store where the women’s section is.
“I have no desire to try on any clothes from here.”
“That’s too bad.” Mezuma searched through the rack and picked out a black button up shirt with gold floral print along the collar and shoulders. “Cause you’d look really good in this.”
“I suppose..” Nona picked at the sleeve and ran her fingers along the pattern on the collar. “Do I have really have to try everything on..”
“Yes. Because you like me.” Mezuma smiled and handed the shirt for Nona to hold on to. Searching through the rack again she pulled out three more black button up shirts with more subtle gold patterns on them, a couple plain black t-shirts, and, laughing to herself, she grabbed a black shirt with a skull hand flipping the middle finger.
“You haven’t gotten anything for yourself yet.”
“I’m workin’ on it.” Mezuma quickly looked at the time on her phone. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before we’ve got to meet up with Miky.”
Nona followed quietly as Mezuma searched through a few racks, pulling out various shirts and pants to look out before deciding if it was worth trying any of them on. At the end of the fifteen minutes, Nona was carrying more than several items of clothing to the dressing room area in the back of the store.
“Looks like we’ve got some excellent finds here, ladies.” Mikla had already taken off his own coat and rested it on one of the chairs in the changing area. He had a stack of clothes himself, about a dozen shirts with vastly different patterns, and a few things hanging up in the changing cubical.
“You work fast.” Mezuma commented as she helped Nona get their things sorted out.
“I’m a demon who knows what he wants. By the by,” he went to the cubical he’s temporarily claimed, and pulled one of the things he had hanging in there off the hook. “Found this for ya, Nans.” It was a 3 piece all black suit with some gold studs along the shoulders of the suit jacket.
“Why would I need a suit? Suits are impractical to move in and you wanted me to get practical clothes, Mikla.”
“I also said fashionable, and this, my friend, is a LOOK.”
“I agree with Miky, I think you should try it on.” Mezuma shrugged out of her jacket, hung it up on the chair next to Mikla’s, and went to look at the suit. “It can’t hurt to try it on.” she said with a shrug.
“Fine.” Nona sighed heavily before taking the suit from Mikla. “I will try on the suit.” she disappeared in one the free changing cubicles at the other end of the changing area.
“While I have just you here for the moment.” Mikla tugged his phone out of his pocket. “I believe number exchanges are in order?”
“Yes please.” Mezuma very excitedly took his phone, typed in her number, and handed it back to him when she was finished.
“Cheers.” he sent her a quick text message. “You call me or text me about anythin’ and everythin’, Mezuma. I don’t mind. I know it can be difficult bein’... in this life style so I wanna be able to be there, yanno?”
“I knew what I was gettin’ into when I wanted to pursue Nona, Mikla.” Mezuma crossed her arms. “I ain’t stupid.”
“I know ya ain’t stupid, Mez. But it’s different hearin’ about these sort of things and then actually bein’ apart it.” Mikla smiled at her. “I adore you immensely, Mezuma, and I adore you bein’ with Nona. Bein’ with you as made her.. more colorful. For so long she’s been stuck in this rut thinkin’ this was all she was meant for in life and now she’s finally doin’ things for herself and I’m thrilled to bits about it.”
“Thank you for sayin’ that.” Mezuma rubbed nervously at her arm. “I’m always worried that I’m takin’ too much from this relationship. She’s helped me so much in so many ways. But.. hearin’ that I’m actually doin’ somethin’ for her makes me feel a little better.”
“You are, in more ways than you realize. I think bein’ with you has allowed her... to find herself and be more of herself. And I hope she’s treatin’ ya with the utmost respect that you so rightfully deserve.”
“She is.” Mezuma sheepishly tucked some hair behind her ear with a goofy smile.
“Oh love, you’ve got it bad.”
“Just a little bit.” she answered with a wink.
The curtain covering the cubicle that Nona was in was pushed back and Nona walked out wearing the three piece suit. She was too busy with adjusting the sleeves that she didn’t catch the surprise expression on Mezuma’s face until Mikla started laughing at the pink haired demon’s reaction.
“Oh my Gods.” he fell back into his chair laughing and holding his stomach.
“I don’t appreciate the laughing.” Nona frowned at Mikla.
“No, no, no, Gods no, I’m not laughin’ at you Nans. I’m laughing at your girl!” he snorted aggressively through his laughter and pushed at Mezuma’s lower back, making her stumble towards Nona a bit, the shocked expression still on her face.
“Hm.” Nona shoved her hands into the pockets of the pants and smirked at her girlfriend. “See something you like, Mezuma?”
“I...” Mezuma kept opening and closing her mouth to say something but her thoughts were too jumbled to come up with anything coherent. Instead, she crowded into Nona’s space and grabbing at the opening of the suit jacket. “You look really hot.” she breathed, daring to look up at her smug faced girlfriend.
“Do I?” Nona answered with an amused tone. It was so rare that Mezuma was the flustered one like this and Nona was finding great pleasure in rendering her girlfriend speechless. “Maybe I should purchase it then?”
“If you don’t, I’m buyin’ it for you.” Mikla called from the other end of the changing area. Mezuma jumped suddenly, completely forgetting he was there (and more importantly that they were in public) and cleared her throat before going over to her pile of clothes and grabbing something to try on.
“I’ll get it.” she looked at Mezuma again and winked at her as she disappeared back into her changing cubicle.
“Boy oh boy, I can’t take either of you anywhere.” Mikla tsked and sorted through his pile of clothes before picking out a button up that looked like the stain glass windows from a church.
“That was entirely your fault!” Mezuma still flustered and trying not to laugh at how ridiculous she was just now, threw a shirt at Mikla, who easily dodged it and began laughing manically at her.
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We have a little time before heading to the airport, so I think I can get my final post done!
The other big bazaar in the area is the Spice Bazaar, it’s close to the hotel, so I’ve walked through several times, but apparently always forgot to take any photos. So this morning I made one last trip.
It’s a beautiful covered bazaar and just two intersecting corridors, so not the maze of the Grand Bazaar. Of course there are a lot of spice, baklava, and Turkish Delight shops, but a lot else has crept in.
Just like at the Grand Bazaar the shopping opportunities extend for blocks around. In fact the word is to shop at the lower overhead shops outside the bazaar itself.
Last night was our big splurge restaurant night: Mikla, across the Golden Horn in the New District. The new is relative, having been developed in the early 20th Century. But it definitely is different from the old city. The main street is a wide pedestrian boulevard lined with handsome buildings holding modern shops with major brands.
There is a little, old fashioned trolley that runs down the center.
We had been discussing visiting the area for several days, but it would always be raining. It was still raining, but it was our last chance and we had a dinner reservation.
Mikla was by far the best meal of the entire trip. Not only was the food great, but it was thought provoking, as we discussed how they would have created the flavors and textures. It was a great way to wind up the trip.
