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[ou] sayaka miki

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Characters: Kyoko & Sayaka, closed
Where: Sketchy alleyway
When: Night time for troublemakers
Summary: Some guys gang up on Kyoko, and regret it. Kyoko/Sayaka angst.
Warnings: Violence, possible language. Angst. Horrible things.

One heel presses against the wall of a poorly lit alleyway, providing enough leverage to prevent the neglected structure from touching the ponytail that hangs down the teenager’s back. A pockystick is tucked between lips like an unlit cigarette, munching away and unperturbed despite the semicircle of men that tower over their intended prey. The alpha’s arm goes over her head, palm at home with the grime coating as he leans in close. The man’s breath reeks of sake, it makes her stomach churn,

“Hey there little girl. That’s a nice ring you got there. What do you say. I should hold onto it for you.”

A filthy hand reaches for her ring, another moves to try and pin her against the wall as a few chuckles start. The lancer’s lips tug up into a Cheshire grin,

“Isn’t it?”

Red envelopes the girl in a bright light, sending the pack a few startled steps back. All but for the would-be thief, who is now sailing through the air from a solid kick to the sternum. He rockets far and finally falls to skip along the ground several times, like a stone thrown across a lake. Something chimes horrifyingly in the landing. He does not get back up.

At this scene those remaining seem all too content to flee. They scramble frantically only to have a ball and chain modified attack from a hungry lance plow through their numbers. One chained end wraps around the ankle of a fallen predator turned prey and yanks the man towards her as he frantically rips off nails trying to dig them into the ground to crawl away. The weapon slithers to wrap around his neck, and eyes widen further in fear as fangs are revealed in a smile the same moment his air is cut off. Kyoko unwraps a candybar, takes a bite.

“TchTch. You should be careful at night. All kinds of weirdos, you know.”

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A palm taps absentmindedly where the pockets of her sweater normally hang, as though searching for a box of pocky or ready snack. Victim and savior totally ignored. Brows crease at the feel of her uniform, the weapon recoils with an angry a snap. "Ugh. Goddamn!"

The first man who had been sent ricocheting down the alley announces he's -barley- still among the living with a groan. This earns a ravenous look from the girl as she presses a tongue against a fang and licks her lips -- Sayaka intercepts the hungry look after leaping down from the roof.

Grasping the body of her lance, Kyoko appears at ease despite the display of aggression, slumping her weight into it. Bangs fall to obscure her eyes. Narrow shoulders begin trembling.

The redhead's laughing, half her lips too red from a fang piercing her tongue. The stain spreads as she talks.

"Little miss champion of justice. Here to punish the wicked?"

The dark knight has to work not to let her emotions betray her, trying her hardest to keep her expression blank as she watches Kyoko laugh. There's a heavy click at the hilt of her sword as she moves it just slightly, starting to move in a careful arc around her opponent.

"I don't know about that. Making sure the wicked keeps from doing anything too stupid... how about we start there? And here I was, starting to think you were finally maturing."

Metal screeches as though in protests, as the bottom of the lance gets scraped across the ground, like a child dragging a stick through the sand. The surface grows uneven beneath it, cobblestone parting away at the strength she tosses aside. Simply walking head on towards the careful girl, Kyoko suddenly freezing.

"Heh heh heh. Well then you're late. What the hell does it all matter anyway?" The blood gets licked off her lips, she seems to savor it. "People aren't supposed to come back from the dead." Her knuckles are white where they grasp the lance, in a sudden flash she's striking at Sayaka. The middle of the lance extends the full range of the alley as she bulldozes towards the girl to try for a brutish body slam.

Edited 2016-06-22 21:13 (UTC)

Sword meets lance as the sparks fly, obviously neither girl holding back. Refusing to give way to the spear she meets the force of Kyoko's weapon, pushing back, up until the point of the body slam rushes straight into her. Thanks to the armour of her job classes, she can nearly absorb the hit for what it is, heels digging into the ground with a grunt, as she's pushed back, feet scraping along the stone.

"So that's what this is all about, huh?" her voice is shaky with the effort it's taking to stave off the attack... until finally, she bursts forth again with a might push of her own. "Don't you know by now — how messed up this whole world is!"

It must hurt, slamming herself into full body armor. Purple and black bruises are already crawling their way up her collar bone and neck. Discoloring the flesh near her soulgem, tainted so deeply -- if any red remained in the crystal, the dark alleyway hid it.

Gritting her teeth during their tug of war, there's a recklessness to the veteran. She barley brings up a defense in time for the counter attack, the sword blade bites deep into her cheek.

Kyoko makes it look easy, but her arm trembles. Breath coming out ragged. There must be a few broken ribs at least.

"Messed up? It's just more of the same thing, you idiot. Only there Mami's dead, and I couldn't protect my precious family. So when I saw them here..."

She's suddenly on the offensive, with strikes fueled by her emotions for better or worse - strong and ruthless but completely frenzied. "When I saw her there, I had to take her out, ya know. Before she did something foolish and killed them. This way it balances out. She dies and they live."

"Wh... what?" her surprise comes in the breathy response, and once her opponent is on the offensive, she's already been taken off her guard. There's only one or two she can manage to dodge, before the third and fourth knock her back, and off of her feet.

Coughing, on the ground and trying to get to her knees, Sayaka can't make sense of what the other girl is telling her. "What are you saying, Kyoko?" even though she's on the ground looking up at the other girl, there's something still so self-righteous about her glare.

"Who had to die because you went and did something stupid?!"

"I did."

The lance is swung like a pendulum towards where Sayaka is on the ground. It halts for the tip to try to point at the fallen girl's neck."

"Heh. Guess I'm my father's daughter, afterall."

Like striking a match, her lips turn up, nothing happy in the grin. "Say - didn't you once tell me you killed me?" Her ponytail falls forwards, as she leans in aggressively. Nonchalant in a deathmatch. Poised to strike for a kill blow any instant, though a close look at her eyes betrays a distant look.

"You shoulda told me how fun it was."

There's a sharp look from the ground as Sayaka glares down the end of the lance, back up towards Kyoko. I did... what did that even mean? The blue-haired girl had never been one in the group for careful planning, and as the cogs slowly began to turn in her mind, she bared her teeth.

Lunging forward, as though in slow motion, she leaned just slightly to one side, the lance's blade cutting into her shoulder as she leapt upwards, the pommel of her sword aimed for the underside of the red girl's chin.

"You — really are an idiot!" she cried out, putting her full force behind the motion to try and knock her opponent off her feet.

Kyoko's head slams whips back violently, body crashing away at the force of the kick. She'd been wide open, had not so much as flinched by way of defense. There's coughing and sputtering on the blood that's pooled in her mouth. The lance clangs down, abandoned or knocked out of her grasp to land beside her.

She glances over at the fallen weapon, but doesn't seem to be making a move for it -- or to get up.

The right side of her body was becoming sticky with the jagged trail of blood that seeped from the cut, though Sayaka stood tall over top of Kyoko, the tip of her blade aiming between the girl's eyes now as the tables turned.

Though she willed it to keep steady, there was a quiet clanking as the blade quivered in her hand. "You think it was fun, killing you like that?! You think I want to have to do it again!?"

There's a swallowing sound, as red eyes drift to look up at the form towering above her. "...Coward." Wide open like that and the girl hadn't used a blade. "You're too soft."

Things just weren't making sense in her head, and everyone knew you had to put a mad dog down. Sayaka was the last precious thing she had that she wanted to protect and that included - from herself.

"So learn to like it. I won't go so easy on you, fight seriously. We're both already dead, remember." Her weapon vanishes only to reappear in a hand, unfurling up around her like an appendage and snapping down like a scorpion tail,

"If you want you can always come too!"

Wham! the blade finally slams down, only it stands erect beside the blue girl's form rather than any place to do harm. Standing tall, with her arms spread out wide, Sayaka's expression stayed rather serious.

"So do it, then."

Kyoko grits her teeth down, buries nails into the ground. The hungry, endless weapon blinks out. She moves off the ground, unsteady but quick in her now seething anger. Aiming a fist at the stubborn girl's face without a moment of hesitation.

"Stupid girl! Don't you care about yourself at all?!"

There's no movement on Sayaka's part. She doesn't even blink as the anger comes right for her, her voice alarmingly calm for once. This is what Kyoko needed, wasn't it? To vent her frustrations? Get some of that anger out?

If that was what it took, then, well... a black eye or a bruise wouldn't be so bad. Maybe even a broken bone.

"If it's stupid to care about others—" about you, Koyko, "then I guess that makes me stupid, after all."

The redhead couldn't bring herself to hit again, not when she just took it without giving back as good as she got.

Still clenched into a fist, her arm shook at the side. "Don't give me that bullshit! Eight people." The town knew about the brainwashed heroes being forced to murder. Yet, with her doppelganger among them - how did her own wish not play some role in the selection? How was she not to blame, if only for being weak of will as her lance cut those people down.

"If you care about them, do something!"

She was still stone-faced, her voice calm, a true homage to blue onis past and present. In the not-so-distant past, these things that came spewing out of Kyoko's mouth would have set her off in an instant, but now... now she knew the other side. Maybe a little too well. At least, more than she ever thought she would.

This girl who shared her terrible past. Who stood in front of her now, hurting. Eight people. Yeah, that couldn't be changed now.

"It's you I care about."

Of all the things the lancer was prepared for, those words had not been among them.

Kyoko could not begin to wrap her head around how Sayaka could do anything but despise someone like her. Even when she tried hard to do better, she fell back to the path of being no-good.

After the surprise passes, the seasoned fighter looks frightened. Perhaps, this time around - for the first time. "You shouldn't do that."

People who cared about her all... "Why the hell would you go and do that!?"

Avoiding eye contact, Sayaka took to tracing the handle of her sword as it stuck into the ground. "This world... is a messed up place. You and I both know that," she felt like she'd said it over and over lately, whether it was out loud or in her own head.

"It's just you and I here from our world, you know?" Slowly, her head rose, blue eyes searching for red ones as a sad sort of smile made its way to her lips. "We should stick together... even when we both feel like acting stupid."

Just like how it was probably stupid to try and appeal to the lone wolf magica.

Until what happened, Kyoko would not have agreed with Sayaka about this world. Even still, the most terrible things had happened to her in their shared homeworld.

Yet for someone like the bluehaired girl, who had a family and friends and was used to a normal life filled with school work and...whatever it is girls did. This place must seem terrifying.

Kyoko meets the blue glance head on. The fear is still there, but her crimson gaze is direct and unwavering.

Hearing the swordstress make the same sort of proposition Kyoko had to her was strange. So -- now Sayaka was lonely and her previous conviction changed? It was a selfish reason to care about someone...

Nothing wrong with that.

"Ok. Fine. If that's how you feel, I'll stick by you. I won't leave you alone."

"Heh..." a free hand rubbed at the back of her head, as Sayaka looked up towards the sky. Just moments ago she'd watched the redhead dealing violently with less than savoury people, and now here she was doing her best to extend the olive branch.

But it as more than that, now. She understood so much more...

Being alone sucks, doesn't it?

"Yeah. Thanks."

"If I don't look out for a sorry dope like you, who will?"

An arm crosses over her stomach, one shoulder moving up in a shrug that would go unseen to the girl whose eyes were on the sky.

"But if anyone." Especially her - if Sayaka actually cared...it made things all the worse. Reminded Kyoko of things better left forgotten. The worst possible outcome.

"Ever hits you, don't ever just sit there and take it like that again. If you don't act like your old self and try to hit them back twice as hard, I won't forgive you."

Protect yourself.

"Funny... I was about to say the same thing about you. About being a dope, that is," Sayaka leaned forward, pulling down at the corner of her bottom eyelid and sticking her tongue out to drive her point home.

"And— " she continued, not wanting the other girl to interrupt until she had the time to clarify, "you don't have to worry about landing any more hits. That was only a one-time deal, no way you'll be able to get one in next time you need some sense knocked in."

Reaching forward, she offered the other girl a hand, ready for a change of scenery. But upon closer inspection, a candy bar could be seen hanging loosely in her grip.

And on her face, a simple smile.

Weary in heart and mind, the teasing does not illicit a response in the normally firecracker of a girl. She simply watches back with tired eyes.

The more Sayaka talks to her, the more things come to focus. This girl who is so alike and yet polar opposite of her. It's heavy -- reality. But needed, too. What...the hell had she been doing?

Right she'd...lured the magical girl here to get punished for these sins. Yet it was Sayaka who'd wound up hurt. Teeth grit and ponytail sways side to side as her head shakes slightly.

"I...I'm."

The apology she'd been choking on like a foreign dialect freezes at the sight of the offered treat.

"Heh."

Food. That's a language she knows. With a timidness that does not fit her, she accepts the candy with the botched grace of a child mimicking Mami-san. Breaking it in two, she offers Sayaka the larger half.

The gestures don't go unnoticed, even for Sayaka who could miss nuances without even trying. But right from the stammering to the offered treat, this rare glimpse beneath Kyoko's hard exterior that she'd seen before only cemented that she had pegged the other girl wrong, more than once now.

Memories in a church worlds away crept up on her, an apple slapped away with hurtful pride. Letting go of a breath she hadn't even known she was holding, Sayaka reached for the offering

"C'mon. Let's go home," she said, shoving it mouthward.

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