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[ravieolis]

Hey I know I haven’t been very active but I wrote a small Ririka x Mary one shot about a slice of life for Valentine’s Day. I hope you enjoy it!

If you walked up to me 11 years ago, looked me in my eyes, and told me I would be here right now, staring at the door to my little house in the field of nowhere, nervous to face her, I’m sure I would have cringed.

Why do you stay?

Are you happy?

Is this what I want? Of course it’s what I want.

It’s just my eyes sting and the bags under my eyes are deep and purple and I know what she’ll say and do and I just can’t handle this right now. I can still hear their voices in my ear.

Mixing in with the laughter and with my shaky bruised fingers from switching cards to chips day after day, all day forever. I find the energy to push the door open, sucking in a final deep breath of the fresh clean air before entering the home.

I’m not sure what I expected seeing as she’s always doing something different every day. But it wasn’t Ririka lying flat on the wood floor.

Her white dress is spread out. Laptop brightly shining against her face, I can see the words across the screen from here. Her head tilts and she is looking up at me, face upside down. Eyes wide and lips puckered. Her black cat lying right by her side. My record is still moving in the player resting on the dark desk that she never uses.

I wonder if she can see the pain in my gaze. She can always tell when I’m lost.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” I close the door and we’re suddenly surrounded by darkness. I flick the cold switch to light those dim lamps she insisted on having. If she couldn’t tell before she can see now that my eyes are red and all I want to do is fall to my knees in our bed and sleep. I open my mouth to tell her my plans, feet already moving to the stairs when she’s suddenly up and smiling. Reaching out her small hand to me and keeping me in place.

“Let’s make dinner.”

I frown. “What’s for dinner?”

“Chicken soup. With dumplings.” I do love her soup. I slowly take her hand and she gently pulls me to the kitchen. It’s already cooking when we enter. A small bowl holds a freshly molded dough, waiting on the brown table. A bottle of wine unopened and waiting beside it. “Thought you’d want something different tonight than my usual homemade lemonade. With unintended pulp.” The corners of my lips turn up.

“What can I help you with?”

“Can you make the dumplings for me while I set the table?”

I can feel her eyes on me as I shape the dough in between my hands just like she taught me to. I wonder what she’s thinking but my exhaust clouds a majority of my mind. As much as I love being beside her and doing things that make her happy, I feel like everything is heavy.

Her stare is heavy and weighs down my already bruised hands.

Her touch is heavy when she wraps her arms around my waist.

And her love is especially heavy when she whispers her sweet words into my ear.

She eventually takes pity on me, telling me to take a seat while she stirs the sweet-smelling pot.

I sit and watch the empty glass that waits to be filled with wine. But my stomach flips imagining tasting the warm deep juice tonight. I don’t want to feel that warmth. Ririka places my bowl in front of me, seemingly following my bitter gaze. “Do you want something else?”

“I actually kind of want lemonade.” I expect her to moan in frustration but she nods her head patiently.

Dinner is quiet. I enjoy this peace even though I so desperately want to tell her what’s on my mind.

Why am I so scared to talk to her?

She’ll kiss me and hold me until I feel ok.

But I don’t want to feel ok.

And there’s something about her loving eyes and the little smile that make me feel burdened. Undeserving.

I’m 25- 26 in five months- and I’m here with her.

Here in our little house with our Jiora sleeping and a hundred candles.

We kiss, and we talk, and we cry and laugh.

And I feel it deep in my heart.

That she’s my soulmate.

But… am I so sure of who I am that I am ready? That I love her? That we will last?

Forever?

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Ririka stands up gently. Eyes now shiny from ready tears. I watch as she takes my hand and pulls me into her once more.

And she hugs me.

Holds me and my broken pieces in her hands like a newborn to a mother.

And I let her take the fear and exhaust into her as I hug her back. I forget how we end up in the living room.

Our empty bowls and melted ice ruined drinks waiting for our warm lips to be back on the glass. But she uses her warmth to kiss my head and I use mine to nuzzle her nose.

My hand finds its way to her back. Light at first before she pushes it to graze her skin through the thin fabric. It moves down delicately.

Finding its way behind her to our record player spindle. The ballad fills the air like the final piece in the puzzle that is us. She leads me just as she always has. Around the room.

Laughing as she does so.

And soon my sleepiness turns into comfort and then excitement as I spin her round and round. Her little feet hopping on mine as we dance across the wood floor in bliss.

And when the hours or minutes have passed and the song has been replayed enough times that our cat, Jiora, is fast asleep and the sky is pitch black, she stays in place just holding my head to hers.

And we stay that way until my feet are too tired and she’s leaning on me hard. So we stumble to our bed. Collapsing in a heap of warmth and affection.

That's when the guilt hits me. And the tears finally blossom and my voice weakens and I swallow hard to take back control. “I’m sorry-”

“Shh Mary… ry… ry… ry.” I smile slightly feeling her finger rake through my hair. “I’m here. Always and forever.”

And finally, with her love in my heart and my shoulders and mind relaxed, I drift off into sleep.

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Needy part 4

Mary and Ririka have their first fight...

Something was wrong with Ririka.

Mary knew this because she wasn’t waiting for her when she walked into school that morning. Ririka was always waiting for her.

So why wasn’t she now?

Mary thought of a billion excuses as she made her way to class. But the most probable one was that she was simply sick.

Then her first class ended and her second began and Mary started to think maybe she had a student council meeting and would catch up with her at lunch.

Then lunch came and as Yumeko listened to the bothersome Itsuki go on about her plans for the election, Mary stared at her fruit cup letting her imagination run wild.

Rirka was most likely sent on a top secret weirdly cryptic mission by her sister.

Yes.

It had to be.

But then she saw it. The long blonde hair and stupid mask that belonged to the sweet woman who had stolen Mary’s heart one day when she wasn’t looking. And at first her heart raced with excitement, to see her, to feel that love spread inside her empty heart all over again. But then her anger quickly replaced it realizing all those excuses were for nothing.

Ririka abandoned her?

She abandoned her.

Mary slammed her fist against the table, jumping up so fast, half the cafeteria found their gaze upon her within seconds. “Ririka Momobami! Stay the fuck where you are!”

So what did Ririka Momobami do?

Oh she ran.

She ran fast and far.

However, Mary ran faster. Her legs fueled by an anger she had never quite felt before. Mary slammed into Ririka, sending them both tumbling to the floor hard enough that Ririka bit her lip, drawing a line of blood. Mary’s own face bounced against the wood, causing her nose to gush red.

They grumbled in pain, the hallway quickly clearing of students as they ran to fetch teachers and friends.

“Sorry.” Mary mumbled, dragging a quick kiss from Ririka’s lips to her neck. “Did I hurt you?” Ririka shook her head no, although Mary could see her lips beginning to swell. “Let me take you to the nurse-”

“I’m fine. Just… maybe get off me?” Mary’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment at the icy words.

“I know I hurt you but… are you mad at me for some other reason?” She asked standing up. She reached a hand to Ririka who stared at it for a moment before using her own hands to push her up.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I’m not sure. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have a life outside of you, Mary.” Ririka’s voice was much deeper than usual. Her eyes avoiding Mary’s as if scared to look at her. “I have to go so don’t wait for me anymore.”

There was a second of silence. But Ririka could’ve sworn she heard Mary’s heart snap into two.

“I hate when you do this.” Tears blossomed in her brown eyes, and her voice softened. The realization that the first person who believed in Mary had now stopped all of sudden hurt her harder than any fall could. “You never tell me what's wrong… so what are we? What am I except someone who you use when you need to feel wanted?”

“If you can’t take it and accept that this is who I am then leave me alone.”

“Fuck you!” Mary grabbed Ririka by her blazer. Yanking her forward so she could finally look into her eyes and see the damage she had done by making her love her. “You need to make a decision and grow up!”

Mary wished so many things as she walked away from her lover.

That Ririka would scream back at her.

That she would grab and kiss Mary even though it would hurt even more to touch her again.

To do or say anything.

But when Mary looked back, Ririka was simply gone.

Not a trace of her left behind.

As Mary emerged into the cafeteria again, people stopped to watch her, bloody nose, mascara streaks and all. Her friends waited at the table for her to return. But the idea of sitting there, crying as they asked her why she was upset… well…

It just made her feel sick.

So she sat down at a table where a boy shuffled his black and white cards.

Laying her wallet down in between them as a blonde strand that went unnoticed due to her blurred vision fell in front of her eyes. “Wanna gamble?”

*Arthur’s note*

I low key got my heart broken this week :( sorry for the late and short chapter but I’m going to update it hopefully Wednesday. Thank you for reading! Your comments mean the world to me.

[ravieolis]

Needy part 3

Mary and Ririka begin to come to terms with their feelings for one another. That is before Ririka is given an ultimatum...

Ririka pushed her hand under Mary’s skirt. Catching and crushing her moan with another sloppy kiss. The thick and sour smell of cleaning products burned their noses every so often and of course the broom stick in Mary’s side could’ve been better if not having existed at all, but this would have to do. At least they were together.

And Ririka’s hand was stroking Mary’s most sensitive spot which was bliss incarnated.

“Mary.” She whispered, soft hair tickling her friend’s ruby red nose. “Mary… class-”

“Screw class.” Mary licked Ririka’s neck, sucking the pale skin till it was bruised.

“T-the others will worry-ahh!” Ririka moaned at the hickey. Her other hand wrapped around Mary’s waist, pulling her closer. “They’ll start to suspect something.”

“And what is this exactly?” Mary asked, foot sweeping underneath Ririka and pushing her down to the floor. Their lips were only separated for a few seconds before they met once more. Mary grabbed Ririka’s legs, pushing them open before suddenly thrusting her clothed hips against her. Ririka gasped, throwing her head in a much louder moan before Mary’s hand slapped against her mouth. “Tell me what we are… we’ve been doing this for almost a month.”

Mary slowly extracted her hand so she could focus on thrusting against the messy woman. “We’re t-two people who like kissing.”

“In closets?” Mary’s smirk turned into a lip bite as she felt her climax fast approaching.

“Do you want to be this in public?” Ririka mumbled, her back beginning to arch.

“Maybe.”

There was a moment of silence before Ririka shoved Mary back so that should be on top. Instead of the slow and rough pushes Mary gave, Rirka’s were quick with gentle moans every time she did so.

“M-mary… I-I like you! So much!”

Mary cried out, grabbing Ririka’s cheeks and pulling her face down into her boobs as they climaxed.

It took them a full minute and an additional 30 seconds to really recover to address the words Ririka had just said.

Like.

Like?

How could she like Mary when they always seemed too busy kissing to talk?

Perhaps one does not need a reason to like another. And instead it's all just a feeling.

A spark.

An attraction.

A desire.

So perhaps, Mary liked her too.

So that afternoon, for the first time ever, Mary kissed Ririka softly before taking her hand as they exited the closet.

And the two walked down the hallway despite the whispers and stares they received, sitting down at the table of all of Mary’s friends as they finished their lunches.

And although their hearts raced in fear, the comfort knowing they had the same feelings was enough to keep them smiling.

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Terno sat beside Ririka that night, licking the cream from her cupcake quietly. Ririka didn’t notice her staring. She hadn’t taken place in the usual banter between their families as they ate their dinners. Not even noticing that the once full table had dwindled down to just the two of them.

A small smile was painted across her pale face. Her third bowl of soup now empty, she remained staring at the bottom, occasionally giggling. Finally, Terno had enough wondering and cleared her throat. “What’s up with you?”

Ririka jumped, turning to her. “Nothing.”

“Hmm…” Terno smirked. “I heard you’ve been hanging out with a girl at school.” She glanced at Ririka’s falling smile. “Mary was it?”

“Stay away from her.” Ririka growled.

“Did Kirari ask you to do that?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Just seems Mary is quite smitten by you. Would be a shame if she found out why you started talking to her.”

“You know nothing.” Ririka stood up, grabbing her empty plants and backing away from the table.

“I know that you and your sister are liars.” Terno pushed a strand of hair away from her face. An idea coming to her trickster mind. All she needed was for the blonde to take the bait.

“What do you want from me?” Bingo.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to gamble with you. Like when we were kids. The real you.” Terno narrowed her eyes. “I’m getting tired of your sister taking what belongs to me.”

“I just want to be normal!” Ririka yelled in exasperation. “This is between her and you!”

“We all know you have what it takes to beat her. Maybe me even.”

“And why would you ever want that?” Ririka clenched her fists.

“Because I respect a challenge just as much as Kirari does. And I want what’s best for our clan. And we both know that your sister isn’t that.” Terno grabbed Ririka’s hand, squeezing it softly.

Ririka hesitates. “And if I refuse to gamble?”

“Then… I won’t ask you to.” Terno’s smile twists Ririka’s stomach as she turns away and drops her hand. “You’ll be forced to.”

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Needy Part 2

Mary attempts to speak to Ririka about their kiss.

Mary couldn’t seem to get Ririka out of her stupid mind.

It appeared the one time she really wanted her, Ririka was completely missing from school. Mary found herself scoping out the bathrooms, hanging around the student council hallway and even asking Sayaka directly if Ririka was around. The purple haired girl gave Mary an odd look. Tilting her head curiously. “Hmm? Why would you be looking for her? She doesn’t do much so I don’t keep tabs on her.” Mary could do nothing but walk away with as much dignity as she could muster. Already feeling embarrassed for even spending as much time as she was thinking about the woman behind the mask. Why was she exactly?

The girl had kissed her.

But she didn’t even care or like it.

Or maybe she did.

Oh for goodness sake.

“Mary san!” Yumeko suddenly crashed into the blonde, her hands wrapping tightly around her waist before Mary could even groan. “I missed you so much!”

Mary’s already warm cheeks became brighter. Not so much because Yumeko was hugging her, (and she really hated hugs), but because she hadn’t visited the black haired beauty in the hospital. How could she when she was staying up late at night thinking of Ririka’s lips on her own. Which only translated into every moment of her every day. “Yumeko, how are you?” Mary asked, pushing her friend away ever so gently. She didn’t want to break the newly recovered woman after all.

“I’m feeling amazing!” Yumeko beamed. “I heard what you did for me. How lucky am I to know someone as talented as you Mary.” Mary smiled at that. Yumeko really knew how to make her feel powerful. But Mary needed to find the one person who could make her feel powerless.

Well, actually, Yumeko could do that too.

So the other person who could make her feel powerless.

“Have you seen the Vice President?” Mary asked, looking between Ryota and Yumeko.

“No.” Ryota frowned. “Why?”

Mary bit her lip, unsure of whether or not to tell them the whole truth. “I… I have to speak with her.”

“Well I know where you can find her.” Yumeko beamed. “The president’s out of town, isn’t she?”

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Mary didn’t know how she found herself waiting in an empty classroom for the president to arrive based on the word of Yumeko and Yumeko alone. But here she was. Foot tapping against the wooden floor impatiently. What would she even say? And what if Ririka made a move on her again?

What would she do?

Accept it?

No.

No, she would ask her why. And she would do so firmly. No being sensitive now Mary. Not now. This was the one time she needed to make sure her icy demeanor appeared on.

“Thinking of me?” Mary jumped realizing a tall lean woman with the familiar curved hairstyle was leaning against the doorway. Although she appeared to be Kirari, Mary already knew that not to be true.

“President. I’ve been looking for you.”

Ririka tilted her head in amusement. “Is that so? I heard from Sayaka you were looking for the vice president.”

Mary took a steady step toward her, already exhausted by her games. “Don’t.”

Ririka’s lips twitched but she remained in character. “Don’t what?”

“Ririka-”

“I am not my sister.”

“Why are you pretending to be someone you aren’t? Did I hurt your feelings too harshly before?” Mary’s cheeks warmed. “I didn’t mean to… ok?”

Ririka study’s her for a moment.

Uncomfortably so. Mary is forced to simply stand there and wait for whatever the blonde was thinking to reach a conclusion.

She chooses nothing however, turning around to leave.

Mary blinks in shock.

Her heart slightly aching at such a cruel move.

Without thinking, she charges Ririka, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist and tackling her to the floor. A small squeak exits the poor woman confirming Mary’s belief with just one noise.

And in her blind rage Mary tears the ribbons from Ririka’s hair so that her long locks may spill out onto the carpeted halls of the school. The sleeve of her uniform wiping the turquoise lipstick from her usually pink lips as she does so.

“Please!” Ririka tries to fight back only to find her arms pinned down above her head by Mary. “Wh-why are you such a bully?” Ririka tries to shout but with her red face and weak voice, it is far less mean and much more pained.

Which angers Mary more.

Because all Mary can see is a girl who smells like sweet tea cakes.

Who’s lips were so gentle.

Who’s taste has been on her tongue all week.

And it frustrates her because she would do anything to know why.

And she could.

But instead of choosing to know, she leans down, kissing Ririka’s lips with a roughness Ririka hadn’t put in their first kiss.

To be dominated by Mary left Ririka breathless. Oh how she hoped for this moment. To be captured and won by the perfect gambler. But to Mary… it felt as if she had just drawn the joker card in a game of poker. Her tongue slipped in Ririka’s mouth. Lapping up as much taste as she could before pulling away with hot cheeks and wet panties.

All Mary wants to do is keep going until their lips were swollen and red. But the angry part of her wins and she suddenly finds herself fixing her clothes and ignoring the buzzing in her stomach.

“Never pretend to be anyone else, ok?” Ririka struggles to move for a moment but quickly nods once she realizes Mary is standing. She finds her legs have not quite started working yet so all she can do is watch as Mary begins to back away down the hall. “And next time I’m looking for you, you better come.”

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Needy

Here’s a fanfic I wrote about Mary Saotome and Ririka Momobami. Let me know if you want a follow-up!

Mary has become the target of Kirari’s next challenge. Which means she is Ririka’s responsibility until her sister is ready. But in what was supposed to be a guardian to pupil type relationship, Ririka has found herself craving Mary in a way she has never felt for anyone before....

“Mary…” 

The name rolled off Ririka’s tongue like ice on a hot stove. She tilted her head at her sister, narrowing her eyes despite the fact her face was hidden behind her white smiling mask. “Why do you want me to follow her?”

“She intrigues me.” Kirari replied cooling. Her fingers held the blinds of her office window open, staring down at the blonde woman who had once sat on the sofa, in between the presidents legs. “I want you to protect her.”

“What about you?” Ririka questioned. She did not wish to leave her younger sister’s side despite the fact a part of her longed to speak to Mary. There was something about her delicate yet unreadable face, pink lips always formed in a defiant line as she slipped in the shadows of life at school that called to Ririka. How could she go from being the one on top to lavishing in normality?

“It seems I don’t have long.” Kirari sighed, finally facing the platinum blonde woman. “I’d like for you to help feed this fish as you did to me. Give her a head start before the sharks enter the aquarium.”

Ririka did not quite understand anything. Of course Kirari told her about inviting the Bami clan to the presidential election and possibly giving up her power. But, she was Kirari. How could she lose against anyone?

Except perhaps Yumeko Jabami.

“I… I don’t think this-”

“Please Ririka.” Kirari grinned, eyes becoming wide and wild with excitement. A face Ririka was all too familiar with. “I want a challenge.”So what more could Ririka do despite her worry and fear than nod her head.

 Afterall, she would do anything for her sister.

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 It started off small. Just watching Mary whenever she gambled. Making sure she left the school safely when the day was over. Occasionally when her sister and her would switch places, she would linger around Mary. Although in the few moments she did openly watch the blonde, Sayaka would purse her lips and rush to find an excuse for them to leave. That girl was truly bothersome.

Ririka noticed things about Mary now. The way she would frown yet never sweat as she gambled. Her fingernails were painted pastel pink. Hazel eyes never really raw with emotion. In fact, she had a cold expression on her face almost always. It was peculiar especially when she surrounded herself by the likes of Yumeko Jabami. Of course Ririka remembered how Mary was cocky when she once walked around proudly as a decent gambler. But ever since her fall into being a housepet, she seemed distant from everyone and everything. And yet when she gambled, she threw everything in. Logically. Somewhat… deranged.

That. That was new.

That black haired menace would always grin and touch Mary. Either hugging her or caressing her. Almost dragging something buried deep inside of Mary out, something that longed to steal everything from her opponent. It terrified Ririka.Yumeko was more alike with Kirari than Ririka had first thought. And it truthfully scared her.

But the day Kirari suddenly texted,‘Engage’, she knew what it meant immediately. But she also knew it was too early. 

‘Now? So soon? Are you sure?’

‘Now.’ Her sister replied.

So it was now. On the way, Ririka found herself running through every possible greeting to present Mary with. 

Hey! 

No, too relaxed. 

Hello. 

Too coy. 

Mary. 

Mary, Mary, Mary… 

And just as the delicate and precious name was about to be spoken by her tongue once more, there was blur of yellow and a rush of wind as Ririka fell back on her butt. 

“P-president? No… vice president?” Mary’s voice brought a tingle to Ririka’s face. Her eyes immediately moving up from her bruised hands to the only hazel eyes that could bring a sweat to her brow and tears to her eyes. It was then she quickly realized her face suddenly felt light and cold. Her mask. Ririka grabbed it and stood up in one smooth motion. Slipping the white shield back over her face before sticking her shaky hand out to Mary. 

“Saotome Mary, is it? I have been looking for you.” Smooth Ririka. Real smooth. “We need to talk.”

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‘Mary hates me.’ Ririka thought to herself watching her win the antidote. Kirari had set her up. Her plan had been for Ririka to either fight with Mary or give her the votes and protect her. Yet somehow just as Mary is about to walk away from both options, her best friend is poisoned and needs someone with votes to come save her. It was a setup. And Ririka had played right into the hands of her sister. But why? Why did Kirari do that? To see Mary up close gambling however, it truly made Ririka glad she wore a mask to hide her flushed cheeks and nervous gaze. She was quite alluring when she outsmarted everyone. Her mind picked up on things that not even the best gamblers in the clan saw. 

So much potential. 

So much talent.

So… wow.

Mary was quite susceptible to danger now that had proved herself. Perhaps Kiarai predicted this. And now it was obvious to Ririka. Especially when Miyo glared at Mary with her poissoned and unconscious sister latched onto her back. “Mary Saotome, next time, I will kill you.”

“Whenever you like.” Mary replied cooly, yet Ririka could see it in her eyes. She was slightly scared realizing she had pissed off such powerful gamblers. Did she not see she too was like them?

“Mary.” Ririka attempted to approach her only to have those violent eyes become even more so when they focused on her.

“You’re still here? You got what you want so why don’t you just fuck off?”Ririka flinched yet said nothing. Watching as Yumeko was carried out by Ryota, Mary following closely behind. She had never seen anyone bring that passion to Mary’s face quite like Yumeko always had. It made Ririka’s heart heavy.

“But Mary. We have much to discuss.” Mary stopped mid step. Letting out a big sigh, Ryota glanced behind, pausing to wait for Mary. But she instead gave a nod, letting him continue on to the nurses office. 

“What is it that you want from me?” Mary asked, turning around with clenched fists. “You want to gamble with me? Want to see me leave the school? To become a slave to this fucked up system again? Or do you just want to see me become nothing except a wife to an abusive asshole!” Ririka struggled to find the proper words with Mary approaching closer and closer with every harsh jab. “If the president wants to get rid of me, then tell her to do it herself. I don’t need her pathetic sister to do it.” 

Mary suddenly grabbed Ririka’s mask, tearing it away from her porcelain face and dropping it to the floor. She didn’t know what she was expecting. But it certainly wasn’t the harsh frown and red cheeks of the vice president. Her sea green eyes filled with not fear or sadness but determination.

“Pathetic?” Ririka whispered. Voice soft yet laced with disgust. She suddenly lunged for Mary. Grabbing her face in between her warm hands and bringing her quivering lips down on Mary’s glossed ones. Mary could do nothing except stare while Ririka had her eyes shut so tightly that her nose crinkled.

The kiss was slow and solid. Taking all the anger Mary felt and turning it into butterflies that expanded all throughout her stomach. But just as soon as she felt it, that new feeling of something blossoming that had perhaps always been there yet never really acknowledged, Ririka was pulling away. Taking the mask from Mary’s fingertips, she rushed down the hall away from the blonde in an array of fury filled footsteps.

Leaving Mary alone. Just as she had wanted.

Except now, it seemed Ririka wasn’t the only one feeling needy.