Trip of Terror - Yachiru|Nemu [AU]
The still night air was their only companion as the figure slipped out of barely open window, the other occupant of the building completely oblivious given his absence. The surveillance was disarmed, security avoided and rewired to portray them still being present within their room, happily slumbering in their bed rather than escaping to lands unknown.
Bags fell onto the gravel, footsteps accompanying them soon enough, emitting crunches with every movement. The target was visible just behind the wide iron gate, paint strips peeling from its surface whilst rust clung to the doors. It looked barely viable, the dubbed 'owner''s head peering out of the dirty rolled down window, pops leaving their throat as sweet, tangy bubblegum smacked around their chewing mouth.
"C'mon! ~" They called, voice light, slightly shill and childlike despite their ability to maneuver a vehicle indicating otherwise. "Are you ready yet? Slip them," They glanced down at the luggage. "In the backseat, and let's get ready to rumble! ~"
The other complied, clicking the gate open and pushing through the small gap it created before closing it fully, wiping down the surface to remove any prominent sides of fingerprint smudging. Pulling the backdoor open with some difficulty, the bags were discarded there before they slammed the door shut and clambered into the free front seat.
Bubblegum popping, the driver sped off into the distance, giving the new vehicle resident little time to clasp their seatbelt into place, leaving the towering building and all of its negative connotations far behind.
Breeze rolling in through the open window, creating a certain murky scent from the decaying interior, and the radio was blaring out ancient pop records from the driver's guilty pleasure collection. Finally, could the figure sigh with relief and collapse backwards, eliciting laughter from the driver.
"Told ya it would work, didn't I Nem-Nem?" Darkening pink eyes spared a glance at the petite woman seated beside her before focusing her attention back onto the barren road, chewing gum smacking loudly. The woman in question weakly smiled, barely cracking across her faint pink lips.
Years of discussion, months of planning... A lifetime of wishing. Yet, here it was, finally happening. Seventeen years of pain, slowly eroding under the pleasure of the situation. The consequences would be dire, but none of it seemed to matter anymore. Trust broken, laws broken... It didn't seem to matter to the rational one of the duo, given how higher the positives of the situation were compared to the downfalls.
"... Yes, Yachi." Her voice was maturer than her companions, but fairly light and lacking in flavour. "It did work indeed."