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The floor of the club bathroom was glistening with shattered glass and streaked with blood. In opposite corners of the room laid the crumpled bodies of two would-be assassins. As the muffled sounds of electronic music thumped away in the background, Chisato clutched in her hand the knife she had wrested from one of her attackers.
She attempted to calm her breathing. There was a trickle of blood running down her cheek, she realized. As she gazed at the carnage in front of her she wiped her face with her free hand. This was supposed to be our night off, she thought.
On the other side of the bathroom Takina was crouched over one of the men. His arm was extended at a bizarre angle from his torso, where the dark haired girl had wrenched it out of its socket. She stood up and brushed some glass off her black minidress.
Chisato had picked that dress out for her earlier that day. It had looked so cute with the necklace and bracelet she had lent her. It had taken all of her powers to get Takina to relax for just a moment, to put aside her weapons and let her guard down for one evening. Had she put them at risk by doing so? Surely she couldn’t blame her for it.
“He’s still alive,” Takina said. She sounded disappointed. “They both are.”
“That was close...” They had taken Chisato by surprise, in close quarters and without firearms. If Takina hadn’t arrived at the last minute…
Glass crunched underfoot as Takina crossed swiftly to the other side of the room, towards the other girl. She looked furious. Chisato backed away until her back hit the wall.
“Takina, I -”
“Don’t talk.” She stood there, inches away, staring deep into Chisato’s eyes. A kaleidoscope of emotions seemed to be flowing through the younger girl.
“The wound looks superficial,” she said, brushing Chisato’s hair aside to check. Chisato began to respond but for some reason the touch had sent her thoughts tumbling out of her head. It was all she could do to look the other girl in the eyes. She had never seen her like this before.
Then Takina’s gaze dropped to the floor.
“Don’t scare me like that,” Takina said quietly.
“It’s… I mean, I didn’t -” Chisato didn’t get to finish her sentence.
In one swift motion Takina pulled her close and pressed her lips against hers with such force that Chisato thought she was going to lose her balance. All the cacophony of the busy nightclub outside faded from hearing save for the muffled bass thumping in her chest. It’s like having a heartbeat again, she thought.
Takina let go and stepped back. Then she turned away, towards the door, and stood there with her back to Chisato for what felt like an eternity.
Chisato looked down at her shoes and tried again to steady her breathing. Neither of them spoke.
Then she heard a soft click and looked up to see Takina remove her hand from the now-locked door, and turn back towards her.
Her face had mostly returned to its usual stern, steady expression, except for her eyes. Her eyes were filled with a desperate hunger that Chisato had never seen before. Chisato’s breath quickened once again.
Takina gripped her firmly by the waist with one hand and placed the other on her neck. Then she kissed her again, gentler but deeper than before. The knife slipped from Chisato’s hand and clattered against the marble floor. She could taste blood in her mouth but she didn’t know whose it was.
Takina grabbed Chisato’s hand and pulled it towards her, and down. Then she placed it firmly on the inside of her thigh and began to drag it up, and up, until her fingers found-
“Takina!” They broke off from each other and Chisato looked at the other girl in disbelief. Takina’s gaze was as steady as always, but a quizzical smile played across her lips.
“You brought a gun to the club?!”
Takina suddenly looked perplexed. “Just in case. They wouldn’t check on my leg.”
“I told you, it was a night off. No guns!”
“But…”
“No! Take the gun off,” Chisato said, still panting a little but trying to sound as stern as she could. “I’m not putting my hand back until you do.”
Takina took the gun off.