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Night hit the loud but lonesome streets of Hollow Drive, where the power is positioned not to the law and its officers, but to the gangs who fight for complete control of the metropolis. Though many have been up there as powerful, the most prominent ones were obviously Advent and Justice. Sworn enemies for years.
“And that’s why I think we should ask for a ceasefire.” said Gigi Murin, member of the Justice Gang. As her birthday came closer and closer, her desire for Advent and Justice’s rowdy story to end and to finally see a bright future together grew stronger. So strong, she had to make a whole presentation to make the gang’s leader, Elizabeth, agree.
“Look, Gigi, I find your enthusiasm and good will admirable, but do you think the two most powerful gangs in Hollow Drive would sit back and relax as if we weren’t on each other’s throats the day before?” said Elizabeth, eyebrow raised. Gigi couldn’t rebut, and as time passed her sunshine faded away and her perked up tail was laying limp, dragged around the ground. As Elizabeth saw this, she sighed, and ultimately decided on something, with one condition.
“Okay, Gigi. How about this? You can call Advent and talk to their boss about the ceasefire and the birthday thing, BUT with the condition that if something bad happens, we won’t go back to try to do another peace treaty.” Gigi’s face lit up once again, thanking Elizabeth and agreeing to the condition with full confidence that it would all go well. She gleefully exited the office and towards her best friend Bae’s room.
Elizabeth sighed, and giggled to herself. Well, I guess… It’s finally time. What no one really knew was that Elizabeth was what no-one may know as a “thrill seeker”: She has seen and done many things with the goal of having that same thrill as read on novels like Sherlock Holmes, the crimes committed being so well executed, so elegant and yet had that percent chance of going wrong, the thrill of gambling one's fate. To be part of a play as either the savior or the devil itself. To solve puzzles or to create said puzzles.
She climbed Justice’s ranks just to find that feeling, and make it last longer, more than those petty little crimes she experienced in her time, she wanted the REAL THING. But, don’t get her wrong, it’s not like she hated anyone in Justice, quite the contrary. She was quite fond of everyone, Cecilia and her cute accent, Gigi and her peculiar yet charming personality, and last but not least
“Hey Liz?” All of a sudden, a pink haired cat woman appeared, she was rubbing her eyes out of tiredness with her sleeve, her hair was a mess and her clothes were worse.
“Oh hello Raora, darling, what can I help you with?” Raora Panthera, she was more like an assistant(? in some way. She normally fulfilled the tasks she was ordered to take care of, mostly from Elizabeth, so she would come back extremely tired as she would lay flat on her bed and sleep, but not long enough until she got woken up to go do more tasks.
“I just came to tell you that I finished that thing you told me to do.” She came into the room and closed the door behind her.
“Really? That was fast! Great job, my love.” When hearing the compliment she saw how Raora began fidgeting and her tail was wagging. Elizabeth began to imagine how adorable she would look in her embrace. “ Although I’m quite sad to tell you that we will be even more busy these next few days. Gigi’s birthday is coming up and we will have to help set everything up.” Raora’s gleeful expression suddenly changed into a more exhausted face, with her whole body going dead as she sat on the red armchair in front of her. Elizabeth giggled. “But don’t worry, I’ll be with you if you need anything, and in the off-chance we need to take care of other business, we can do it together.” Raora gave her a small but comforting grin.
Out of all the members in the gang, you could see Elizabeth had a soft spot for the pink panther. And vice versa. Many have claimed to see how happy Raora looks when given tasks by Elizabeth, even when she’s dead tired, she does them because she loves, and I quote, “when she headpats me and calls me pretty kitty”.
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Twas the night before the big celebration day. Many were already asleep. Cecilia von Immergriin had gone to the “Bar Bar” as suggested by Elizabeth to drink her sorrows away after a failed love confession to which she couldn’t say any more about. All of Justice had finished preparing for the big dinner party. Gigi had assembled a really awesome trick where she would be dropped into a water tank with flesh eating piranhas and she would need to escape. She has practiced this before, testimonies being Justice themselves, so there was no way this could go wrong. Or so you’d think, thought Elizabeth.
With this trick, she had found a way to make the evening a bit more… interesting. She’d bought a really cheap tank for like 4 bucks, in which Gigi and the piranhas would go inside. The piranhas wouldn’t do much if they were fed right before, to which she already planned buying sugar cubes as food so even after eating them they’d still be hungry, but also she bought the piranha food to avoid any suspicion, and also bought many house keys to which she would use thoroughly in her plan. Was it extreme? Very. But man, it would make it all so much more exciting.
It was all perfect, but she would obviously drop some subtle hints, maybe even some potential clues that lead to other people, but not herself. She wanted to see the commotion, the chaos spread around. And if done correctly, she’d be free from all charges and even get that thrilling experience she craved for oh so long. Although there were some people she could see being quite troubling. But she could deal with that later, the party was not until the next day in the evening, so she had time to find an accomplice. Although one thing was very clear to her: Raora could not get hurt in any way.
“I finished them! I finished the birthday invitations! Do you think they’ll know where to go?” said Raora who was at the kitchen counter finally finishing the writing of every single invitation, with the address and everything. The studio was occupied by Gigi as she was writing something and she wanted to be alone for a second, but Elizabeth could distinguish Gigi squeal from the other side of the room, as if she was reading quite a passionate story. Maybe she’ll ask her later.
But that aside, she had been spending more time with Raora, some may say it’s to build an alibi and possibly get her to be her accomplice, but she didn’t want to. As if there was but a slight chance they figured her out, Raora would go down with her, and she didn’t want her to be involved in such a thing. But as she could get herself an alibi, she could make Raora get a pretty good alibi with plenty of witnesses. She’d been scratching her brain trying so many things, to no avail.
But , she had thought out something else, not at all related to her plan, just a way to spend more time with her beloved kitty cat, up close and personal. It had been too long, so maybe it was time to rip off that bandaid in the chance that the plan goes wrong.
“Hey… Raora.” She broke the ice all of a sudden, garnering the attention of the panther immediately. “I… have what you may call an ‘extra job’ for you.” Raora’s ears perked up.
“Oh! I can do it for you! What do you need?” She got up from her seat, eyes shone like two flashlights looking directly at her. But then she remembered. “OH! I still need to send these letters..”
“I can help you send them, and on our way there, I need you to go with me to my house.” Elizabeth got up from her own seat, winking at Raora and indicating her to go outside, but not before saying their goodbyes to Gigi and Bae.
Their walk there was filled with normal conversations regarding the guests, Gigi herself and all that time spent making that piranha stunt work. Raora looked at it with such faith, it stung Elizabeth, but that wouldn’t stop her from making her dream come true, not yet.
As they finally arrived at Elizabeth’s house after sending the letters, Raora had asked about the ‘extra job’ for quite a while, getting the same response from Elizabeth: “Wait until we’re there and you’ll see.”
Raora stepped into the house, it felt empty, and that’s because it was, according to Elizabeth, who silently locked the main entrance and made her way towards her bedroom.
“So what’s the proble-” Before she could even finish her sentence, Raora had been cornered by Elizabeth. “L-liz! W-what are you doing? You’re… quite close…” Her breath became steadier and her lips were trembling out of nervousness.
“Oh my pretty kitty, what did you think this ‘extra job’ was going to be?” Raora’s face as she heard her infamous nickname from Elizabeth lit up.
“Why are you doing this now?” “What? You wanted me to do this at Gigi's house or something? You naughty kitty.” Elizabeth grabbed Raora’s waist, slowly pulling her closer as their faces came close enough to touch each other’s nose.
“Do I have your permission, my love?” Asked the red haired woman, to which the panther slowly nodded and closed her eyes. Elizabeth only chuckled before they finally connected with one deep kiss which was broken off quite quickly, gaining a little whine from the panther.
“Such a needy kitty~… If you want it so badly, I shan’t make you wait any longer, right?”
The panther was enveloped in quite a passionate kiss. The taste of Elizabeth’s lips, the subtle faint cherry flavor that coursed through her tongue. Such tenderness, it felt like it could melt right in front of her. As they broke contact again, Elizabeth realized how uncomfortable Raora must’ve been. So she takes it upon herself by carrying the panther bridal style to the comfort of her own bed. They resumed their activity, Elizabeth on top of Raora this time. As time went by, Elizabeth slowly made her way to the panther’s chin, jaw to finally her neck.
She combined both kisses and bites in between, enjoying every single noise her pretty kitty made on the way. She went even more down, to her collar bone and before she could go further.
Ring, ring, ring
“Oh who the hell is calling right now?!” Elizabeth said in rage. She looked at the caller, she sighed and picked up. Raora was left in shock, still underneath Elizabeth, burning bright after such events took place. In that view she saw how beautiful Liz truly was, her silky smooth red hair, her really REALLY athletic body behind those dresses and suits she always wore. Before she could acknowledge every single bit and piece of Elizabeth, Raora saw how she hung up the phone and groaned.
“I guess this extra job has been extended.” She gave the panther a small yet reassuring smile, before laying beside Raora. “We have to dispose of a mole, according to the boss they discovered listening devices all around the members houses and they have been following him. The funny thing is that he’s pretty close to here.” She saw how Raora’s expression slowly faded away into a frown. Elizabeth upon seeing this cupped the panther’s face and gave her a loving kiss on the forehead. “If you want, after the party tomorrow you can come by again.”
While she regretted not being able to continue, she realized this little disposal could give Raora a good alibi. She only needed a witness, and she knew she could rely on that mortician, or well… the mortician's daughter, which really makes you wonder why a child would work as one, no, why would she work at all?
So she decided on leaving Raora to get rid of the body, while she tried to find an accomplice which she already thought of. Now the idea was where to find her, but then again, she needed Cecilia for her plan, so she needed to make sure she was fine enough to come to the party.
“Come on, let’s go.” They got dressed and were already going to head out. But before, she gave the panther a kiss on the cheek, garnering a laugh from both.
Let’s just hope this goes correctly.