Chapter Text
Miku sat at her desk, legs crossed as her pen dashed across the torn paper. She didn’t pick up the sound of footsteps behind her, or the muffled creak of her door. Her focus was on the words in front of her face, a newsletter she was writing for ‘fun’ (or rather, attention) advocating for her ‘leader’.
She only ever looked up when a familiar voice, one she always looked for in the darkest days, sounded from behind her. Miku turned her head, that sparkle in her eyes never once fading. T stood there, hands behind her back as if hiding something.
Miku was about to speak, to greet her favourite person with a smile, when she was cut off. The redhead stepped closer to her desk, eyes trailing the words engraved in still-fresh ink. She nodded in approval, grip loosening on whatever was behind her back as if she was un-tensing from stress.
“Miku,” She began, her high-pitched voice muffled slightly from behind her mask. Her keen eyes always picked up on the way the blue-haired girl leaned in when she spoke, even if ever so slightly. The others realised it too, for they had seen how easily and quickly Miku had fallen for the leader.
T took another step closer, keeping her voice slow. She feasted off the way Miku hung on her every word, waiting for a command. “There is… something I’d like your assistance with.”
Miku was already nodding before she even knew what was about to happen.
The other woman continued. “I know how you have always wanted to… branch out into other areas, yes? Well, I have a proposition for you.” She brought her hand forward, inviting the other to do the same, and placed a sleek, metal object into Miku’s palm.
A knife.
It was small, yet sharp as a crocodile’s tooth. The blade was long and slightly curved, a knife for the particularly tough cheese (yet easy to harm), and the handle was smooth and black.
Miku looked up, catching the leader’s gaze. She was confused, rightfully so, about what she was being requested to do. Surely not that… but the knife was so sharp and so small…
T nodded, placing a solid, stable hand on Miku’s shoulder. “There is a man, out there,” She said slowly, making sure the other girl was leaning closer, “that is a… threat, let’s call it, to us. To your home. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
There it was. The guilt trip card.
Miku gulped, looking into those hypnotic yellow eyes. “No… ma’am. I would not like that…”
T hummed, “Then I propose to you this.” She purred, voice smooth as silk. She knew what she was doing, and how to get her way. “To keep us safe from them, and to explore the world as you wish to, you… deal with him, yes? I’m sure it’d be easy.”
The shine in Miku’s eyes faded a little. Not completely, but enough for T to notice.
The other woman’s eyes narrowed, and she leaned in. “C’mon, Miku.” She hummed, “Do it. For your home, for us. For me.”
Miku gulped, looking up from the weapon in her grip to stare at her ‘saviour’. “Okay…” She said,