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A dagger dragged across her throat, two pairs of red eyes met. She laughed maniacally, spinning her dagger and pushing the other girl against the wall.
“Do you seriously think this is it?” Crow laughed as she was pinned back. With a quick hand, she pulled her gun to the back of Joker’s head. “Don’t look behind you.”
Joker raised an arm in mock defeat, still smirking. Her expression was a rare look of bloodlust; a rare look that though out of character for Joker herself, Crow had found herself quite fond of. Does that qualify as sadistic or masochistic, given the fact that said bloodlust was directed towards her?
Joker fires her own gun at the wall, crouching down and removing her dagger in the process, freeing Crow from her death-lock. Joker then called forth her Persona, Raoul, who was quick to bring forth flames, making Crow growl as her costume’s collar caught fire, luckily narrowly dodging the rest of the attack. By the time she refocused, Joker was already in quick movement, slicing at Crow’s skin with her dagger before flipping backwards.
“Is that all you can do?!” Crow laughed, calling forth Loki and shooting her gun simultaneously, watching as her bullets grazed Joker’s skin, the other girl hissing mildly. The curse attack would have landed if not for Joker’s current affinity blocking the attack, and she met Crow’s gaze with a smirk.
This back and forth continued for a while until both girls were in a shape worse for wear, with bruises and cuts with small trails of blood.
Joker dug her heeled boot into Crow’s shoulder, gun to her head while Crow was debilitated by ailments. Crow scoffed, her own gun having been tossed to the side. Joker leaned down, reaching into the opening in her mask and yanking her head up by grabbing her hair.
“Are we done here?” She spoke smoothly, eyes still a bright hue of red.
Crow scoffed, wrapping her hands around Joker’s neck. For just a moment, the younger woman looked surprised, sending an immense stream of satisfaction through Crow. “Are you done here?” Crow rasped in response.
“I thought you said you were aware of your own limits.” Joker replied, her expression no longer adorned with a sick, manic bloodlust, but instead a neutral sense of agitation. She let go of Akechi’s hair, letting her head hit the ground as she ripped away from the choke hold.
“Was that part nesce-” Crow stopped herself, coughing. She looked up at Joker standing over her. The woman stood tall, spinning her dagger before placing it back. Her expression was unreadable, facing to the side but staring down at Crow from the corner of her eye, face adorned with small streaks of blood; most of it not her own. Despite her own severe injuries, Crow found herself smirking.
“You should really let loose more often…” Crow hummed.
“...” Joker remained silent, staring down with a blank look. “ Get up, Crow. We need to leave. You’re in no condition to handle shadows.”
“As if you are either.” Crow grumbled, slowly rising from the ground.
After exiting Mementos, the two had gone straight to Ren’s temporary lodging; Leblanc. Akechi sat on the attic’s couch sideways, making Ren kneel on the floor to tend to her wounds. Really, this could backfire in Akechi not getting medical aid, but she knew Ren well by this point.
“...We…We should stop doing this.” Ren shook her head as she pressed the cotton swab onto Akechi’s cut skin.
“What? Chickening out now?” Akechi scoffed, crossing her arms. Ren glared up at her in response, only satisfying Akechi further.
“No, idiot.” She spat back. She rearranged her medical supplies, getting an antiseptic and various cotton swabs. With no warning, she crawled on top of Akechi, lifting her chin with her hand as she dragged antiseptic across her jaw and neck, making Akechi grunt with pain. “I mean we need to stop this . This is… This is wrong .”
“Everything about us is wrong, Ren.” Akechi replied, an intense gaze. Ren pushed her tools more harshly as she tended the wounds, a sign of irritation.
“Yeah, and I shouldn’t be making it worse by beating the shit out of you like this.” Ren subconsciously tightened her grip, making it near painful.
Akechi smirked at her, exhaling with exhilaration at Ren’s unintentional aggression. “It’s a mutual beating.” What piss-poor justification. “That’s what I want from you, Ren…” Akechi licked her lips, staring at a bloodstain on Ren’s face. “ I’m in love with your violence. ”
Ren pushed Akechi down back on the couch, a blind sense of irritation taking over her as she grimaced. Ren was never a violent girl. She was never a delinquent. She was no criminal, no scum… And yet Akechi always had something to say to get under her skin, to make her into something she was not.
...
“Has anyone ever told you that you should shut the fuck up?” Ren growled, pinning the brunette down, face inches apart from hers.
“Many. None have succeeded, though.”
Ren crashed her mouth against Akechi’s, practically biting down on the brunette’s chapped lips. Akechi hummed, digging her hands into Ren’s messy black hair to hold the back of her head. Ren’s lips were bitter from blood left behind, yet impossibly soft. She breathed heavily, pushing Akechi back more as she grabbed her jaw, running her fingers down the sides of her face.
They pulled away, a gasp for air coming from both of them. Ren sighed, frustration evident on her face.
“Fuck… This is all so wrong-”
“Rules are meant to be broken.”
“Don’t use a corny line like that while you’re trying to make me fuck you.”
And despite her words, Ren bit down on Akechi’s lower lip, a small startled sound coming from the detective. Laughing and gasping between contact, Akechi was quick to reciprocate the motion, hardly fighting back against Ren’s oppressive motions despite her prior sass.
“Shit, Ren, I can taste my blood on your tongue,” Akechi sighed out between sloppy collisions with Ren.
“ Damn it- ” Ren gasped, pushing back against her. “Akechi-” She paused, staring at Akechi with a genuine spark of light in her grey eyes. “One day, I’m going to make you feel love , not this shit…”
Akechi ignored her words, unable to process the concept of Ren’s emotions on the matter. Unable to process her own. It was far easier to just indulge in the pleasure of the moment, to ignore the unsettling feeling that surrounded her when Ren spoke like that.
“ Itsuko . Look at me.” Ren demanded, pulling away with a gasp. Akechi stared up, eyes wide as she gasped for air, hands still tangled into Ren’s hair. “ I’m so fucking in love with you , and I’m not talking about physical attraction, or bloodlust… I want you. ”
Akechi found herself unable to respond. She wanted to scoff, to speak back and tell her to not be foolish, and how she should realize how their relationship was always a superficial sense of mutual satisfaction… But no words came out, only a long stare.
“...This is going to be the most awful thing I’ve ever said… But you don’t know what you want. ” Ren lifted Akechi’s chin, breathing against her lips. “You don’t know what you need , and what you need isn’t pain or sex or duels… I know what you need, so I’m going to take you for myself. ”
…
…Ren speaking with that air of dominance, speaking like she owned Akechi , or that she was the one in control… Was admittedly insanely hot. Akechi bit down on her chapped lip, only a few words falling out before her desire took over once more.
“Good luck.”