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They had been dating for about a month at this point, Kirari had won the election by a landslide, much to Sayaka’s relief and the misfortune of pretty much everyone else at the academy. They’d very recently begun bringing student council work home with them, or rather, Sayaka would bring it reluctantly to what Kirari so humbly called her “house”. It was much more akin to a castle, the drive from the front of the gate to the large double doors feeling like a journey by itself, and if Sayaka had ever felt like counting the seconds she’s sure she would’ve caused herself to fall asleep.
This day was much like any other. Kirari had grown bored sitting in the large living room, sipping on a teacup and watching her secretary scribble away at documents and life plans. Half five in the evening was the perfect time to have some fun, and so she rose silently, watching her beloved every step to see if she’d notice (and she didn’t, far too engrossed in work). She was far too excited to feel upset by any lack of attention, her devious plans finally being able to come to fruition on this beautiful Thursday.
For Sayaka, however, this ‘beautiful Thursday’ was simply ‘the day before Friday, in which a lot of paperwork (that wasn’t actually her job to do) had to be handed in’. Kirari’s absence went unnoticed for some time, only when she looked up to check the clock did she find the now empty space on the chair. Putting her paperwork aside for just a moment, because god forbid she leave it any longer than that, she stood and walked towards the door, her hand reaching out to grasp onto the handle when it suddenly swung open, narrowly missing her face.
“Good evening, Sayaka,” the robotic voice said calmly, as if she hadn’t almost K.O’d her with a door. “Kirari requests your presence outside.”
Sayaka pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. “Why are you wearing your mask in your own home, Vice President?”
A pause, Ririka looked away. “You’re difficult to talk to.” As if that wasn’t the case for her with everyone. She walked away, a little quicker than perhaps she needed to, leaving Sayaka confused and mostly annoyed. Did Kirari not understand the importance of work or did she simply not care? If Sayaka knew anything at all, it was that it was the latter.
She walked out into the hallway, taking one last look at the desk in the room before closing the door behind her and trekking through the halls. Now, Sayaka wasn’t one to ever try to predict the President’s next move, but of all things in the world that could’ve possibly awaited her outside the front double doors of the estate, it was not this.
“Well, howdy!”
What the fuck.
There sat Kirari Momobami, leader of the Hundred Devouring Families, possibly the most powerful person in Japan, sitting on a pure white horse with braided hair, tilting a cowboy hat down at her. In jeans. With knee high brown leather boots and metal spurs. And a plaid fucking shirt with only half (and that was generous) of the buttons done up.
Sayaka wasn’t entirely sure how to react, on one hand the sight in front of her was the most absurd thing she’d ever lay eyes on, but on the other…
“Care for a ride, lass?” She extended a hand, and Sayaka could only stare wide-eyed, paperwork all but forgotten in the room far away. But oh no, she didn’t care to ride it, at least not yet. Ignoring the hand extended to her she walked around to the front of the horse, admiring its beauty the whole time. She bought her hand up to its muzzle, gently stroking its length and calling it a pretty girl, much to Kirari’s dismay.
“Do you have anything to feed it?” Sayaka asked, eyes so hopeful that Kirari couldn’t bring herself to lie, so she dug an apple out from a pocket on the saddle and reluctantly handed it over, hoping her exaggerated pout would bring Sayaka’s focus back to herself. It didn’t. “Aww, such a good girl!” She continued to fawn as it ate from her hand, planting a kiss on its nose once it had finished.
The annoyance came to a boiling point for Kirari, this was most certainly not how it was supposed to go. It wasn’t even that warm and her shirt was so unbuttoned! Sayaka’s attention was supposed to be solely on her, right now she should’ve been sitting behind her, arms around her waist as she rode them around the estate, maybe even taken her to the orchard. They could’ve picked peaches fresh and everything. But instead she was fawning over the horse and ignoring her completely. It called for a change of plan, an immediate act- “Neigh.” No.
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“That was the horse, right?”
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“No.”
They stared at each other for a few moments, Kirari finally breaking the silence. “Can you get on now?”
She nodded, giving one last stroke to the horse’s muzzle before moving back around and climbing onto it (not without nearly falling over first, of course). Once she was situated comfortable on the back, she loosely wrapped her arms around Kirari’s waist.
Brief change of plan, no problem! Now they could ride, Kirari could take her to the orchard, they’d pick peaches and it would be a wonderful time.
“What’s her name?”
“S-s-s-silurus!”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course I am!” No. It was called Sayaka, for the sole fact that on the occasional evening she would braid its hair and take it for a ride. Not at all what she would like to do with her secretary, of course. “It’s Latin for fish,” which was true, but still a lie. “I wouldn’t lie to you about something so trivial.” Yikes.
“Ah, well that’s lovely then.”
After that, the ride was actually quite nice, occasionally Sayaka’s grip would tighten and loosen again, her head resting against her back. The horse was a smooth rider, it had been trained to be for this very possibility, and soon they arrived upon the entrance to the orchard. The sky had turned a pale orange glow as the sun began to set past the horizon, casting a beautiful shadow through the trees.
Kirari rode up next to one, stopping just below one of the lower hanging branches and picking one of the ripest looking ones, handing it to Sayaka behind her.
“Thank you,” she said as she gently took it from her hand.
“You’re welcome, li’l lass!”
“Please stop.”
“What’s wrong, pardner, ya don’t like my new accent?”
“No, pardner, I don’t,” despite her words she couldn’t help but giggle, pressing her head against Kirari’s back.
The ride back was just as peaceful, though a little darker, and there was no real light until they reached the estate again, Sayaka having eaten most of the peach and throwing it to the side at some point during the journey.
When they finally did arrive, Kirari waited for Sayaka to jump off first before following suite herself, Ririka waiting (no mask this time) at the front of the doors, seemingly a little annoyed at how long they were out.
“You’ve missed dinner.”
In response, Kirari reached to the side of her waist and pulled out a little plastic gun, the type with the bright orange tip that only shoots out foam bullets, which had somehow gone completely unnoticed by Sayaka for the duration of the evening. She pointed it at Ririka, “Any last words?” before pulling the trigger, the bullet flying through the air before falling about ten feet away from where Ririka actually stood. She stared for a moment, unamused, before gripping her chest and falling back against the door with an overexaggerated groan.
“Kirari, how could you?! After all we’ve been through- blegh.” She slid down the door, sticking her tongue out slightly in fake death before pointing a finger gun at Kirari and mimicking the action to which Kirari, much like any younger sibling would do, said;
“No you missed, so I don’t die.” And Sayaka could only bend over laughing at the whole situation before a thought finally dawned on her.
“The paperwork!!!”