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“Please be gentle, Ei.”
Metal met skin with wet, bloody slaps and curses echoed around the room as Ei and Furina furiously mashed buttons on Nintendo remotes, watching their avatars continuously throw each other to the ground.
The taller had her tongue slightly stuck out, eyebrows furrowed with concentration while her companion giggled in excitement, eyes shining at the violence before her. The two were comfortably sat on the living room sofa, Furina half leaning on Ei while she was sat with a straight back and unshaking legs, unlike her partner. On the screen, their avatars resembled them, only Furina had longer, jellyfish-like hair and Ei pulled a sword out of her breasts … for some reason.
Pixelated blood covered Focalors’ face as Furina once again lost, Ei’s thighs instantly getting jumped on as she sat down on the taller as “punishment”. Ei only hummed, already used to this tactic by Yae Miko. They started up their 13th round but unlike the others, when the Raiden Shogun first hit Focalors with a hit to the arm, Ei felt a feeling of unease blossom in her gut and she couldn’t help tensing as the sensation only grew with every hit.
Her companion was none the wiser, disappointed noises still escaping her mouth. But there was something different about them. Something else mixed in with the disappointment. Cursing mentally, Ei frowned, fingers tightening around the remote, skin starting to tingle. The air around her had begun to tense as well, an almost copper-like smell crawling through it.
Frowning, she stopped focusing on the screen, loud alarms going erupting in her head, causing fidgets and slip ups as always. One such slip up was administrating the KO button on Focalors, causing a whine to come out of the avatar’s owner.
Blinking, Ei turned to her and her eyes slowly widened as the realisation finally hit her. Intermixed with the disappointment was pain. Raw, physical pain. And that smell was blood.
It only took one more blink for Ei to find herself on a worn out, wrecked battlefield, explosions ringing around her as she sat with a weight in her lap. With a slightly heavy heart and a numbness lodged in her throat, she let herself look down to see her lover’s head on her lap, blood covering those eyes she loved so dearly and mud obscuring her now-wide-open throat.
It took another blink for the murder weapon to fall out of her hand.