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peeterparkr · 5 years

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two can play that game⤳t.h.

prologue: the challenge.

story summary: Tired of being let down, you decide to change the game, you didn’t want to be played anymore, so what better way than to become a player yourself. You’re looking for a story and another challenge. When you’re dared to change a player into a committed relationship in exchange to get your big shot, you give in, knowing damn well you’ll make him fall to your feet before you can even say: spoiler.

pairing: player!tom holland x player!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention

word count: 2.7k

thanks to @gioandreolli for the moodboard, love you gio! Thanks!!

so as you may know this is based on this blurb. As usual, tell me what you think

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chapter 1

You woke up to a text, three crying emojis. You rolled your eyes, being sure of what you’d find just as you walked into the studio. You were right. As soon as you walked in you saw your best friend crying. She was sobbing, hard. Tissues all around her. Mia was your best friend, but she also happened to be very stupid. She was the makeup artist in the show you worked for, and she was amazing at everything she did.

Except of course, when it came to men. She never listened to you.

“He broke up with me!” She cried as you approached her, you hugged her tightly. This was routinary for you. You had brought her an ice cream tube so she could start her sorrow.

“But you’ve only been dating for two weeks!” You pointed out.

“I took him to my cousin’s wedding…” She said before taking out a spoon from her purse for the ice cream.

And there was the mistake. You rolled your eyes. So that’s why she didn’t tell you what she was doing that weekend.

Rules of gold: probably number 23: Never, ever take a man to a family party, less a wedding just in the first weeks. He’ll believe you’re rushing him into something and he will run away.

“I love him, y/n,” she said.

Once you fall in love, you lose. You had already lost many times. One illusion after another illusion.

You were tired of the lies, the routines and the thousands of excuses they could tell you.

You knew exactly how each and every date was. You would spend hours putting on makeup, combing your hair, shaving, perfuming, while they only threw themselves some simple blue jeans and a black shirt 10 minutes before.

They were all the same. They would probably arrive in what you would expect to be a fairytale carriage, and you’d be expectant of a prince charming. But it would be an old car, and they would be unpunctual. They wouldn't even get out of the car to open the door for you. Sometimes they wouldn’t even pick you up.

They would take you to a cheap place where they would only talk about themselves, but since you were very dumb, you would probably end up kissing him in his apartment.

And you would ask yourself, why are you there again? Why do they have to be the ones to choose?

In spite of everything, your crushes had been remotely passengers. But even if they were only momentary, it was no excuse for not having you full of tears, waiting for a call, apologizing for something you hadn’t done. Because it was always like that, being the fool who was waiting for a prince to save her. And there you were, giving in to all his whims and wanting to please them from one to another. Then feel the guilt that you had let your heart break again. And again, and again.

After someone had decided to break your heart into a thousand pieces and in the worst way, you decided that maybe it was time to change. It was like an awakening. When you watched your friends and you make yet another girls night with ice cream, chips and pizza, seeing them how they would sob and bawl and then scream when they saw hottie Ryan Gosling in The Notebook, you decided it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they were always crying.

And you were fed up, after seeing ye another message on your cellphone from the group chat with tearful emojis, you said enough. Just like the one today.

It could not be that they always made the decision and that us as women, were always waiting for them to choose what they wanted. It was not fair that you had to face with indecisive idiots who didn’t know where the hell they wanted to go with the relationship. You decided that you would not fall back into the tangles of a man who just wanted to take you to bed.

Your new bible, Why Men Love Bitches, had taught you a lot of what you knew now. You had made your own strategies and now it would be you who would choose, it was you with the last word. You were tired of being treated like garbage, and you understood something: they would only treat you like garbage if you felt like garbage. So you found out that you needed to change.

You would follow those steps to the letter and now, just one look was all it took to be the owner of the relationship. It was you who took command.

They all fell. They all begged.

Because you understood something very important.

Principle of attraction number 7: act like a prize and you’ll turn him into a believer.

Everything was based on this principle.

Men are so primitive, they keep acting like hunters looking for their prey. You had done it wrong all those years, acting as they wanted. Leaving them the easy way. You know, being the fool who called him the next day and gave in to any nonsense. We’ve all been there, diving in too fast into the relationship, sending him notes and wanting to introduce them to your parents after date two. Being exceptional in everything you do, you know, inviting him over for dinner and cooking one of Martha Stewart’s amazing recipes. We’ve all served them in a silver plate. Because like any other reasonable human being. We believe in love.

It does exist, you’d guess. But you weren’t going to fall now. Not now that you had managed to get all you wanted. Not now that you had guys begging for dates and begging to get things serious.

You had a life. You were not a toy. Because you realized men wanted to be the hunger. So you became a challenge, a challenge they wanted to take.

You became, to his eyes, the prey.

Let's say it this way, for the hunter, being this all primitive men, a deer that they’ve been pursuing would be more attractive than a deer which arrives at his door by ringing the bell.

You understood then, that they wanted the fight.

They wanted the challenge. And you would be, without knowing that they were really your prey falling to your claws.

And so, now you would get a perfect date, and make it fall right at your feet. He would call. You would decide when and where the first kiss would be, and if you wanted to reach second or third base. You would receive the flowers days later. They would be the ones who would be crying while eating chocolate ice cream and watching The Notebook. Not you. Never you. Not anymore.

And if you liked someone, you knew you would get him straight into your claws. You would just have to follow a few simple steps and he would be eating from the palm of your hand.

It was a mixture of red lipsticks, high heels and provocative but elegant clothes. Let them wish, but never get. Plus a few words and actions to make yourself impossible to their eyes and therefore, you’d be that challenge they were looking for.

And you were tired of the love songs, the stupid chick-flicks and all the stupid endings. You were tired of seeing them all do the same stupid love films, always teaching women exactly what they were not supposed to do. You wanted to be a screenwriter yourself, maybe even a director to write what women should do, and not fall for a stupid man just three days after meeting him.

Problem was you didn’t yet have a story. Not a good one, at least. So you were a television producer….’s assistant on a sitcom. Not exactly where you wanted to be, but you know, something was something. You were basically just there making sure things worked out.

Your romantic life was settled, you weren’t seeing anyone seriously simply because you didn’t want them. You were sure you could turn any man, even the worst players into your game.

You weren’t even listening to your friend cry anymore. You were tired.

“If you only listened to me,” you sentenced.

Your other best friend, Barbie, had just walked in, she was also an assistant producer like you. She had walked in sucking on a lollipop and what you were sure were the clothes from yesterday. She probably had hooked up with someone. Because you and her had a very different standing on men. Her theory relied on something simple: “If they’re already playing with me I might as well get something out of it.”

“She’s crying?” She mouthed at you from afar, not wanting to deal with it.

You nodded. She rolled her eyes and made her way to Mia.

“It’s alright, here,” Barbie smirked as she pulled out a mini bottle of vodka. “Spice up your ice cream and treat yourself, sis, it’s only a guy.”

Mia took the mini bottle into her hands and stared at it.

You rolled your eyes and took it from her, putting it on your purse. “We’re at work, idiot.”

Barbara shrugged as she pulled it back out, and sprinkled Mia’s ice cream. You rolled your eyes.

“Did you bang him?” Barbs asked Mia. You frowned and nudged her. “I mean, did you-guys make looooove?”

“Don’t ask her that!” You warned Barbara. But before you could even stop it, Mia was already sobbing again.

Mia sniffed. “We did--- I saw it, we both, we were perfect! We would get-”

“Married, and we’d have three children and get a pomeranian…” Barbs and you said at the unison.

Mia glared. “He broke up with me, why?”

“Because you wanted more than sex,” Barbs said popping her lollipop. “You guys should do what I do, get laid and have fun.”

“If you only listened to me,” you rolled your eyes. “Problem with you both is you both treat yourself like garbage.”

“I...don’t,” Mia sniffed.

The main producer walked in, seeing Mia with puffy eyes. She ignored her but she kept checking stuff on the board she would check every morning.

“Get her on her senses before we start,” she warned you, and stayed close by.

“You know what, yn? if you were that good you’d have a boyfriend by now,” Barbs pointed out. “Your rules and strategies don’t work.”

You shook your head. “Au contraire, I know they work,” you defended yourself. “I don’t have a boyfriend because I don’t want one. But if you want, I can make anyone you’d tell me to be my boyfriend.”

“Huh, sure,” Barbs laughed.

“Well, look at me, I went out on a date last night and I’m a, not crying and b, not wearing last night’s clothes,” you called them out. “My strategies work, I can make any man a docible man, let’s say. And, you know what? I’m writing a screenplay on that, I’ll prove it.”

“You’re writing a screenplay, now?” Barbs chuckled. “About what?”

“About my game,” you smirked. “About a young woman who makes a player fall in love with her.”

“Ah, chick flick alert!” Barbs chuckled.

“Why can’t I get them? Why do I always fall for their lies?” Mía asked.

“Because you keep doing that,” you pushed. “You keep calling him the next day, you keep letting him decide when he wants to date you, you keep inviting him to weddings, and you keep thinking that sure whenever he invites you to watch Netflix you’ll actually end up watching The Good Place.”

“But, he can change,” Mia said.

“Yes, but not by what you’re doing.” You crossed your arms

“I gave him my apartment key.” Mía cried.

You wanted to hit her.

“Ewgh,” Barbie wrinkled her nose. “No, okay, you’re a lost cause. Like, okay, y/n is crazy but you, Mia you’re really the toughest case.”

“I’m not crazy, I’m smart,” you defended yourself. “I’ll prove it, I’ll even get Mia a boyfriend.”

“Your strategies are just a dumb and pretty way to say you’re a good slut,” Barbs pointed out laughing. “And stop calling them strategies, that sounds super dumb.”

“I’m not a slut, I’m not you, honey,” you frowned.

“What’s the difference?” Barbs asked. “We both technically do the same. I mean you’re also dressing up, and with those sexy red lips, you’re a big of a player as I am, y/n. You’re the female version of Mia’s worst nightmare...Or dream, same difference.”

Mia frowned.

You shook your head. “I get them to date me, I get the fairytale, I get them to be the ones calling me the next day and I don’t find myself like her, crying over stupid things. I get the-”

“You don’t get laid?” Barbie asked. “That’s boring.”

“I get them to be desperately in love with me,” you said. “And I do get laid, I just decide who with and when.”

“How do I get the fairytale?” Mia asked. “Because all I do is try to be the princess…”

“You won’t get the fairytale, because you’re both, in a way, easy!” You explained. “That’s why! You, Barbara, you’re always hooking up with whoever gets in front of you, and you Mia you fall in love the moment they say hello to you! Falling in love is not wrong but letting it be your weakness is!”

“You only get your said fairytale because you’ve been dating a bunch of nerds, I need to see it with a real man.”

“It can work with whoever,” you assured her. “Tonight I’ll prove it, let’s see that my strategies can change even the assholes Mia falls in love with.”

“Hey!” Mia rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll use your strategies.”

“Do they really work?” Someone interrupted. The three of you turned to see the TV producer, your boss, Margaret, watching you.

The three of you went stiff.

“Margo!” You gulped as you turned to her. “I--uh. What?”

“Your strategies,” Margo said, looking down at her phone.

“They don’t,” Barbs said.

You scowled. “They do,” you gulped. “They do, they do…”

Margo chuckled. “And you’re writing a screenplay,” she commented.

“Yeah, yeah, for a movie or series… Uh.”

“Mh,” Margo smirked. “You know, finish it, and I’ll get you to pitch the idea with the supervisors.”

“Wait, what?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yeah, we’re looking for a new series,” Margo said. “Sounds interesting, and would be a funny sitcom, maybe change a bit, make her a serial dater.”

You gulped. “Yeah, yeah.”

“But are you sure it works?” Margo raised an eyebrow. “Like, if I ask you to get an insufferable player you’d be sure you’d get him to date you?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you nodded. “It’s a strategy really, I-”

“Let’s make a deal,” Margo walked over. “I’ll give you a name, and you’ll need to make him date you, you need to get him into a real relationship, make him fall in love. I want him to end up like her,” she said pointing up at Mia with her tissues. “Then, if I see it works, then I’ll get you to the people so you can have your own sitcom, how does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect--Yes, perfect. I won’t disappoint. I’ll do it!”

“Alright, but you won’t back away?” Margo chuckled. “Even when I tell you who he is?”

“No, of course not!” You were in shock. “How difficult can it be?”

Barbs and Mia were just as shocked as you were.

“Alright then, your new assignment is no other than Tom Holland.”

“Tom--Tom Holland?” You blinked. “As in Spider-Man Tom Holland?”

Margo frowned. “Yes, I’ll give you everything you need to know about him,” she offered. “Unless, of course, you don’t want your screenplay to see the light.”

You coughed. “No, no, it’s okay! I’ll make it work!”

Margo smiled. “Meet me in an hour.” And off she walked, scrawny and stiff.

Mia, Barbie and you had to wait until you knew she was completely gone.

“What the fuck,” you mumbled. “Is this a dream?”

“Oh my god!” Mia cheekily grinned. “Tom Holland, that’s a dream!”

Barb slapped the top of your head. “Are you out of your fucking mind? Tom Holland? The actor? You wouldn’t even get the chance to even meet him, and you just said you could get him into a fucking relationship?”

“The only problem I see here is how I’m making him notice me,” you bit your lip.

“Noticing you?” Barbara rolled her eyes. “Noticing you? You think that’s the slightest problem?”

“It’ll be the biggest one, I’m sure,” you smirked. “I’ll finally prove to you that I know my way around them. You’ll see it, I promise I’ll have Tom freaking Holland bawling over me.”

Mia grinned. “Tom Holland! Can you imagine that?”

“I’ll bet you 50 pounds you won’t even get near him,” Barbara insisted.

“50 pounds and my own sitcom are coming my way,” you shook her hand with a smirk.

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years

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She Said ___?

Warnings: Smut (18 +)

Ah, date night, the cornerstone of healthy relationships.

For you and Chadwick, date nights came in random spurts. For the first three six weeks of your relationship, Saturday’s were set aside for both of you to turn off your devices and focus on each other. No distractions and no extra people; only the comfort of each other’s company. Unfortunately, the routine couldn’t continue this way forever.

The last month and a half was clouded with irregular work schedules, constant traveling and spotty physical interaction. If Chadwick wasn’t on a plane to promote or film, you were in another WNBA city to assist your team. In six weeks, you had only seen Chadwick three times, each of them when he was dozing from the activities of the day.

After a week of what-ifs, Saturday’s date night was set in stone. Despite hopping on a red-eye from Minnesota to Los Angeles and arriving to your condo only four hours before your next scheduled work day, the excitement of seeing your man carried you through the end of the week.

Standing in the kitchen of your condo, that energy twisted your wrist in time with with your hips to “Caught Up in the Rapture” by Anita Baker as you stirred the muffin mixture in front of you.

“I love you here by me, baby. You let my love fly free. I want you in my life for all time. Damn, Anita, we sound good,” you complimented at the end of the bridge. Anita’s sultry voice and the infectious melody of the song set the perfect mood for a quiet evening dinner.

Depositing the homemade mixture into a muffin pan, you continued to sing as visions of Chadwick ran circles in your mind. You thought of what he smelled like the last time you saw him and how his lips felt against your cheeks before he left. His gapped smile made you grin as if he were there for you to see him person. You missed him in a way that you didn’t think was possible.

When you caught a glimpse of your attire in the full length mirror leading to the living room, you did a pose to thoroughly examine yourself. The black, strapless “Luciana” dress was simple but form fitting, contouring your body in all the right places. Your feet remained bare to uphold the integrity of your white rugs and to show off your fresh pedicure. Chadwick’s favorite hairstyle, the braidout he saw you in when he crashed your housewarming party in Atlanta, sat just above your shoulders from a fresh wash and trim. If he didn’t think you were fine, he had to have gone blind in his time away.

You split your time between setting up the living room and watching the food in the kitchen as you waited for the doorbell to ring. Instead, the spare key jingling in the lock alerted you to a visitor. Chadwick shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders in record time before carefully placing the garment on the coat rack.

“Sunshine! Where you at?”

“In the kitchen, dear,” you cooed, rolling your eyes at the use of one of your many pet names.

Heavy feet that you prayed were free of shoes beat against the floor of your home until his tall frame rounded the corner into the open space. A split second exchange of wide smiles led to an all out rush to scoop you into his arms. The moment his body connected with yours, invisible sparks communicated the sheer excitement between you two. Your fingers danced in his coiled mane as you held his head close your chest before dropping your head to signal for a kiss. He spun you in a slow circle, pressing his lips against yours in rapid pecks.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured against your mouth as he gently placed you on the ground. His forehead pressed against yours to get a good look at your face. His arms crossed at the wrist around your waist, barely containing the urge to run his palms against the curve of your behind. “How’s my girl? You look good.”

“Better now that you’re here.” Your face screwed as you groaned, causing Chadwick to raise his eyebrows in curiosity. “Oh my God, that was so corny. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

“No, don’t blame me! You’ve been a closet cornball all this time, just waiting for someone to bring it out of you. Face it, you’ve fallen in love with the country boy you swore you didn’t want to be friends with.”

His cheeky grin made you roll your eyes in response though the smile on your face made your true feelings clear. He was right. “Oh shut up. You ready to eat?”

“Depends on what’s on the menu,” He flirted, lightly tapping your butt as you walked away. “You and this dress are about to introduce us to parenthood in about nine months.”

“Then you can be a daddy and a daddy.” Your stress on the second ‘daddy’ made his eyebrow quirk as he took a seat at the table. “So, how was filming? Tell me all about it.”

“There isn’t much to say about it, baby. Five AM call times, craft services, you know, the usual. I need a hot shower and a chest to lay on so I can actually get a good night’s rest. One day, I’m gonna take you with me.”

“I keep telling you I can’t just leave my job to follow you around the world. That’s a privilege reserved for wives, remember?”

“Yeah but, it’s worth a try.”

You planted a kiss on his puckered lips while sliding his plate in front of him. The steam wafting from the fresh, stuffed salmon and vegetables on the dish set off a series of quiet rumbles in his abdomen to remind him of what he missed during his absence. His mostly vegan diet would have to take a backseat tonight. Your plate was the next to hit the glass surface of your small dining table before the blessing was presented and dinner could officially commence.

Conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from work to family, a trace amount of celebrity gossip and back to work with no issues. Chadwick listened with a smile as you recounted office spats and a grueling flight schedule that introduced you to the flight attendant from hell.

“Then, she acted like she didn’t see my light on and walked right past me three times. You know I try to be nice-”

“Do you,” he questioned with his hand on his chest and an incredulous look on his face.

“I said try,” you laughed along with Chadwick. “But, she was really burnin’ my biscuits!”

He nearly choked on his water to stifle his laugh, “Baby, what does that mean?”

“Burnin’ my biscuits? You know...she was making me upset. C’mon, you never heard that one?”

“Never. And I’m supposed to be the country one!”

“Anyway, that’s been my week so far. People getting on my last damn nerve and counting the days until you could come back to me.”

“Well,” he started, grabbing your left hand and running the pad of his thumb over your bare ring finger. “I’m here now. We can pick up where we left off.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned your head to hide your smile. Had you stared any longer, eating dinner would have surely turned into something much more adult against the dining room table.

“You gon’ help me wash the dishes? The faster we get this done, the quicker we can get to the fun stuff.”

“I like where this is headed. What kind of fun stuff,” he questioned while standing up to follow you into the kitchen. He remained hot on your heels until his chest was pressed against your back and trapping you against the sink. His fingers traced circles from the top of your thighs until they clasped across your stomach.

“Season three of Grey’s of course!” You peeked over your shoulder to find him rolling his eyes. “Oh, so, now you don’t wanna watch Grey’s Anatomy?”

“I was hoping to look at your anatomy but, we can binge if you want. Just let me go grab something from up front.”

“Baby,” you whined as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder before starting his journey to the front door. “We agreed on no phones during our private time.”

“I’m just texting my mama to tell her I’m back and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You grumbled an okay, not able to to offer a rebuttal. What kind of person would you be to complain about him texting his mother?

While you cleaned the kitchen, Chadwick fought to get his heartbeat under control. His fingers trembled as he held the Cartier box in his hand, wondering if now was the right moment. He spent the better part of four weeks battling his inner self over the decision to customize the jewelry in the expensive package and present it to you. He was sure of his feelings, and he felt like he was sure of yours. Still, nothing could prepare him for whatever reaction awaited him.

“Hey, baby. H-how do feel about marriage,” he called from his spot near the coat rack.

You cocked your head back at the abrupt nature of what you assumed was a random question.

“To you or in general?”

“Start with in general.”

Chadwick took a deep breath and stuffed the box into the back pocket of his dark wash denim before returning to the kitchen. Taking one look at your brown skin absorbing the light of the room was all he needed to go through with his plan.

“I mean, marriage is beautiful. If you love someone that much, why wouldn’t you spend the rest of your life with them? What is life if you don’t have someone to share it with, ya know? At least that’s how I look at it.”

“Do you see yourself being married?”

You took a moment to smile at the fairytale you created from the moment you could understand the basic concept of love. “Yeah...I do. One day, I guess. At least I hope. Time seems like it’s winding down for me though.”

Hearing the words leave their private space in your brain made your muscles tense in response. You expected to be married well before this point in your life. Your career was set in stone, dating was rarely an issue and, yet, your ring finger was still empty. The comments from nosey aunts and family friends only created a complex and made you wonder if you were marriage material. Were you too independent for a man to find you suitable? Why were you worried about a man’s approval in the first place? You were an amazing woman without the title of wife...right? All of these questions and more ran in a constant loop whenever your mind would drift.

Chadwick took in your words and removed the box from his pocket. The time was right. He didn’t need anyone to tell him because he felt it. Through the jitters and rapid heartbeat, he could feel God giving him the okay to continue.

“What about marrying...me?”

“Aaron, you know how I-” your words dissolved into a soft gasp as you turned to face him.

His big brown eyes, the eyes you imagined on your future children and the eyes that always seemed to look into your soul, gazed at you with a fire of hope burning behind them. On one knee, he knelt to ask you the one question you never thought you’d hear.

“It’s been a long time for us, right,” he laughed to release some of his nerves. “I know that I love you. I’ve known for way too long. I should’ve done this when you were keeping me sane in New York but, I wanted you to have the best and I couldn’t give it to you. I waited too long but, God gave me the chance to get it right. It’s only been three months officially but, it feels like a lifetime. When I’m away from you, you’re all I can think about. I make decisions based on us now and I’ve never done that for any woman before. I want you to have my last name and be beside me through all the good and bad shit that life throws at us. All I need is your permission. Will you...marry me?”

“Are you being serious?” The moment the question left your lips, you knew that your doubt was unfounded. Still, you needed to know.

“Of course I’m being serious. I got a bad knee. I wouldn’t be down here just to play around, Tasha. If the answer is no, just tell me. I won’t be mad.”

“Yes!”

“Yes the answer is no or y-”

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Your mad dash toward him provided enough time for him to stuff the box into his pocket and welcome you into his arms. Your lips connected in a kiss laced in passion and love, fitting together like the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His large hands pressed against your behind to push your body closer to his as he explored your mouth with his tongue. You traced tight circles at the nape of his neck while you moaned into the kiss from happiness and the growing arousal. Chadwick was the first to pull away, sporting a goofy grin as he watched your eyes flutter open.

“Can I put the ring on you now or would you rather we skip that part?”

“Ring,” you questioned in your daze. “Oh y-yeah, the ring...let’s do that.”

He chuckled at your stutter as he retrieved the item in question from his pocket. Gripping your wrist, he pulled your hand to press a kiss against your knuckles.

“Just to be sure, Tasha Nicole Green, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes today, tomorrow and everyday after that. Yes!”

Your feet danced in anticipation as he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. Nestled in the ivory lining of the box sat the oval Cartier Destinée Solitaire ring that you fawned over during a quick shopping trip. You didn’t even know that he was watching you because you never said a word. Now, here it was, sliding onto your finger as if were made specifically for you. You couldn’t help but stare at the ring with wide eyes as it sparkled in the light.

“Do you like it?”

“It...it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say.”

“You said everything I need you to say,” he pressed a long kiss your lips. “All I wanna hear after this is you moaning my name. Hearing it over the phone the other night wasn’t good enough.”

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Moonlight and the R&B playlist from your phone swathed your bodies as they created a song and dance of pure love. Chadwick hands pressed against the back of your knees to keep your legs steady while he moved in and out of your body at a tantalizing pace. As much as your whines and whimpers urged him to speed up, he wanted this moment, this feeling, to last forever.

He watched your slick entrance stretch to accommodate him, nearly pushing him out as your walls clamped around him. You were close for the second time and he was ready to give you the release you’d been begging for.

Releasing his grip on your legs, he placed your ankles on his waist and leaned into your body. His lips kissed across the top of your breast to your throat, nipping and sucking at the spots he knew you would react to. When he reached your ear, his kissed the spot below the lobe before whispering into it.

“You feel so good, baby. Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasped as his hips snapped against yours. His short strokes came with a force that rocked your entire body. “Please...don’t stop.”

He took a moment to stop sucking at the sensitive skin on your neck to lock eyes with you. Your request was simple but had the power to drive him absolutely insane. He’d been with other women, some proclaimed to be fantastic lovers, but none held a candle to you and the way you made him feel. Your voice calling his name in reaction to his hips winding into yours in time with Any Time, Any Place sent him to Heaven and back. To slow the building eruption in his lower abdomen, he closed his eyes for a moment to focus on his movements.

Your ankles locked at the small of his back, sending him deeper inside of you as you continued to moan his name. Words were hard to come by, resulting in the chanting of praises for your man. He looked down at you with his pupils blown wide in response to the stimulation and bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He loved seeing your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your back arched off the bed, pressing your hardened nipples into his broad chest. The sting in your legs only increased when he pressed his chest into yours to push your back against the bouncing mattrea and intertwine your fingers with his. Your engagement ring caught the moonlight and created a spectrum of colors on the wall across the room.

“I love you, Tasha.”

“Ooooh...I-I love you, too. I’m - I’m-”

“Do it with me, baby. Let it go. Let me hear you.”

His grunts and groans seamlessly combined with yours as both of you came. Your legs trembled with each additional stroke, contributing to the ringing in your ears and black specks clouding your vision. He continued to snap his hips into yours, leaving him throbbing inside of you. When he was completely empty, he pulled his face from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. Chadwick waited for your breathing to slow down and your eyes to open before he attacked your lips with kisses and murmured thanks.

“Let’s get married tonight. How long is it from here to Vegas,” you laughed from your spot underneath his body.

“Why so soon?”

“If this is a sin and it feels this good, imagine what married sex is like. I need to know like, right now. C’mon, go start the car!”

“Uh uh, slow down,” he answered, pushing your body back to the mattress when you tried to sit up. “We’re gonna do this the right way. My mama will kick my ass if I got married and she wasn’t there. Then she’d kick yours when I tell her it was your idea.”

“You’d snitch on me that quick?”

“Is it snitchin’ if it’s the truth,” you giggled along with your fiance as he moved to roll off of you. He propped his head up with his hands and allowed the other to drape across your waste. Turning to face him, you brought your hand up to caress his face and accept a kiss to your palm. “One year. Give us one year to put together the wedding you deserve.”

“You sound like you’ve been planning without me.”

“Something like that. I have a planner picked out already. She has some ideas that I think you’ll like. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll set up a dress fitting in whatever boutique you choose.”

“Baby,” the tears that you managed to hold in during the proposal slid down your cheeks in appreciation. Your lips found his in a soft kiss as he used his thumb to wipe the damp area under your eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Buuut, we can talk about this in the morning. Tonight,” he started, pulling your body on top of his, “is for more anatomy. What season are we on again?”

“Three, I think.”

His hands pushed your hips forward to motion toward his face, “Season 3, huh? That means you owe me a least what, three more orgasms?”

“I don’t really see how that correl-ooooh shit.”

His tongue and lips against your center brought forth an uncontrollable shiver against his face. It took his fingers pressing into the small of your back to start up a grinding motion while he groaned and smacked during his meal. He was working on orgasm number two and, dammit, you were gonna give it to him.

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”Black Star” SayaJuri OS (Rated M)

Main Pairing: Yamamoto Sayaka x Matsui Jurina

Characters: Yamamoto Sayaka, Matsui Jurina, Watanabe Miyuki, Matsui Rena, Miyawaki Sakura

Summary: A hot blooded dhampir and a subservient knight–Sayaka and Jurina are students at North Star Military Academy, partners, and rivals. They are soldiers who swear by the oath to protect humans from any threat. From the moment they met, there was a clear distance; a rift. But in the wake of an oncoming threat, they grow closer, and new feelings emerge.

Warning: Violence, gore, sexual themes (SMUT ALERT!!!)

Authors’ Notes: So this is me and @rukakikuchi wishing you guys a happy new year! This fic is quite spontaneous, after finding a post on tumblr about anime titles based on names we decided to make a SayaJuri OS. Personally, Sayaka x Jurina is a crack ship i’ve been meaning to try and i’m super starved of content.

P.S. It is a REALLLY long one shot. It includes slight hints of Wmatsui, SayaMilky and Jurisaku. We hope you enjoy!

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2XXX, August XX Known in infamy as the day the sky fell… Meteors rained down mercilessly from above, as if punishing humanity for some crime. That day, the world we had always known…

Was decimated.

New Star Calendar 00-34, Spring

The Council of Vampires formed an alliance with the humans. We vampires swore fealty;

We vow to protect humanity from the shadows of the Night.

We coexist, we thrive, for without them we would lose ourselves;

And neither specie would survive. Our oath. One that we forged with blood.

And now, I…

New Star Calendar 15-351, Winter

Present Time:

Snow covered the large tract of land like a white ocean, it was captivating—a flawless winter dream. Where was the end of this white horizon? It was almost as if the earth and the heavens were in congress, bound to each without end or beginning.

The pool of red against the pristine ground was shocking to the senses. Blood seeped into the layers of snow. Two figures decked in military uniforms reminiscent of the French revolution, were at the center of the scenery. A woman with chin-length hair, black as the wings of a raven, was crouched down, cradling a fragile body of another female sprawled on the ground, the latter’s long chocolate-brown tresses already viscid with blood.

A few feet away from them was a large corpse of a serpentine creature whose features were more like a dragon. Two swords impaled the cadaver’s head as black liquid oozed out from different parts of its wounded body. Slowly, it began to disintegrate into ebony dust and ash.

The brown-haired woman coughed out blood, staining her lips. Her skin was a deathly pale color.

“Hold on. Help is coming.”

“It’s o-okay…I’m j-just glad…you’re safe, Jurina.”

Yamamoto Sayaka was dying.

“Please,” Jurina’s voice shook as she fought the mixture of despair and anger consuming her. She was resolved to track down and kill The Necromancer, their sworn enemy, even if it takes her a lifetime, even if she must search every corner of this decaying earth. The Necromancer will pay for this, blood for blood.

In Sayaka’s consciousness, there was nothing else but a song, a silent tune that drifted to the very core of her being. Beyond her, no words were spoken, no meaning or reason. And yet every letter seemed to float, forming sentences that slowly burned the edge of her consciousness. Like dying embers floating with the wind, scattering about towards anywhere and nowhere, musical fragments whirled around the oblivion that was her thoughts. She recognized each beat, the broken refrain and the unfinished coda. Each breath drawn was a memory of things that were, that are and that would never be.

Her eyes were open, but only dancing shadows greeted her vision. The firm hold of interwoven fingers, the cold tears staining her cheeks, the pleading whispers—everything else was a dull sensation. Disconnected. Abandoned.

The weight upon her chest suppressed her and it grew more painful to breathe.

Jurina’s warm hand traced the outline of her face, fingers weaving through the strands of her brown hair. The embrace tightened with desperation. But in her mind, there were only fractured images of people she once knew, fleeting recollections of the past and echoes of a song never sung.

“Stay with me, Sayaka.”

Everything is cold,

Empty.

So this is what death is like.

Are you crying, Jurina?

I don’t want to hurt you.

I…lo–

*~*~*~*

New Star Calendar 13-94, Summer

Memory I: Initial Contact

2 years ago…

“A dhampir arrived last night, they say she’s going to start attending classes here at the Academy.” A nameless student started to stir the threads of gossip. North Star Military Academy was a closed-up elite unit. As the best military training institution, its students were carefully handpicked and the community was tightly-knit. It was impossible not to get a wind of new developments.

“Half-bloods shouldn’t be trusted, they’re volatile and weak.” The other student replied, gaze not leaving the flurry of swords in the arena below them.

“You think so? This one was specifically sought after by the Commander. Rumor says her skills are top notch.”

“Whatever, she’ll never be on the same league as us.”

The clinking of metal against metal filled the atmosphere. Matsui Jurina was fencing in the training hall, gripping her rapier tight as she performed quick assaults against her opponent. Her slender figure, clad in her white military uniform, seemed to dance amid the battlefield. Swift, ethereal, deadly precise–she was all those as a fighter, earning her the moniker “The White Knight.” As she was delivering blow after blow, a familiar voice broke her concentration. “Jurina! Come here!” She looked up, seeing her human master, Rena, on the upper platform gazing down at her from the audience balcony. She bowed to her sparring partner before sliding her sword to her waist and walking up the stairs. All the eyes in the room followed Jurina, her every movement was fluid as a gallant soldier.

Upon arriving at the top, she saw another girl standing with Rena. This newcomer had short brown hair and an unpleasant scowl on her face. “Who is this, Rena-sama?” Jurina’s tone was reverent. She reached for her master’s hand to kiss the crystal ring that adorned Rena’s finger. The sight of the two of them was like a spectacle lifted from a victorian portrait. Rena’s features were regal and mysterious. Her long black hair and delicate smile made her look like a princess straight out of a fairytale. “Her name is Yamamoto Sayaka. She’s going to be your partner starting today.” “Is that so?” Jurina smiled, turning toward the girl, her short hair bouncing softly. She reached out for a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you, Sayaka-san.” There was warmth in her words. Sayaka, however, just clicked her tongue and slapped the hand away. The hypocrisy of nobles irked her the most. In her mind, this girl before her was being nice for the sole reason that she was ordered to. “No offense, but do I really need a partner?” Sayaka asked Rena, rather brashly. “I’m perfectly fine on my own.” A lone wolf doesn’t need a pack, it would slow her down. “Sayaka-san, I know you are very skilled. But I think it would be beneficial if you work with Jurina. Use her experience and rigorous training to your advantage. After all, I’ve heard that you never had formal combat classes and she’s the perfect person to help you adjust here in the Academy.” Rena’s composure was infallible, as expected from the master of the famous White Knight. “I’m fully willing to be your partner,” Jurina’s smile did not falter. People would kill for Sayaka’s spot, but the dhampir just gave her an annoyed glare. “I’ll let you two be; I have some matters to settle.” Rena motioned to leave, then looked back and said, “Jurina, you start showing Sayaka the ropes!” She was definitely optimistic. “Of course, Rena-sama.” After Rena left, Jurina started walking down the stairs but noticed that Sayaka was still bent against the railing, disinterest plastered on her face like a huge ‘do not disturb’ sign. The honor student pouted as she dashed back to the top, leaning beside the other vampire. “Hey~ aren’t you going to train?” Sayaka’s face scrunched up at Jurina’s sing-song voice. “I’ll train when I want to… I don’t want to right now.” Who the hell decided she needed a partner anyway? These haughty purebloods were all the same and she wanted none of their false pretenses of camaraderie and kindness. “My, my, you’re a stubborn one…” Jurina sighed. “Oh well.” “Huh? What’s that supposed to–” Sayaka glanced over and saw Jurina hold a pendant in her hand. It was a cross that looked like a star; the Polar star, to be exact. She furrowed her brows, “What is that?” “My Polaris Cross. To pray to Astraea.” “Astria?” “Astraea!” Jurina firmly corrected her. “He’s the God who created the universe. He painted the void full of stars and galaxies. I pray to him every twilight when I wake and before dawn when I lay to sleep.” “Huh…” Sayaka was not getting any of this. “Don’t you know? The great star Polaris was created from the core of Astraea’s soul! It was his blessing to grant us magic, and–” “I don’t care about your make-believe God.” The newcomer said bluntly. “Eh?!” “That story of Asta-whatever creating the stars is just a fairytale that you’d tell a child. I would never believe something like that.” Jurina was appalled, gripping her cross. “How dare you! Talking about Astraea-sama like that!” Everything around them came to a halt as the tension spiked. The occupants of the training hall grew pensive. Matsui Jurina rarely lost her cool and this new student straight off pushed her buttons. “Ahh, Astraea, Astraea, he’s not real.” Sayaka retorted. “Listen, I never had faith in God, he was never there when I needed him. I won’t put my faith in him now.” “Such insolence–!” Jurina pulled out her sword, angrily aiming the blade at Sayaka’s neck. The dhampir just scoffed. “Please,” she taunted as she pulled out a gun, pointing it back at Jurina’s head. The suspense was too heavy for the occupants of the room to dare make the slightest movement. “Excuse me~!” A sweet voice interrupted their short dispute. They both looked confused at the young woman that came between them. She looked at Sayaka, grinning, “Yamamoto Sayaka-chan, right?” “Uh… yes? And you are?” “My name is Miyuki. I’m your master.” Sayaka raised a brow, drawing back from Jurina. “My what?” “Your master. Your ruler, your boss. The one you must swear to protect and obey with your life. Basically, you’re my knight, and I’m your queen~” “Huh? When did I agree to–” Sayaka ceased mid-sentence when Miyuki pulled her for a torrid kiss on the lips. “What is wrong with you?!” The dhampir pushed her away, a hand covered her mouth as she glared back defiantly. “You are bound to me Yamamoto Sayaka. Now lower the gun,” Miyuki then said, holding up a white crystal ring on her middle finger that was similar to the one Rena had. “We don’t need you killing your new partner.” Against her own will, Sayaka’s hand clutching the gun fell to her side. Her eyes widened seeing her sudden action. “What…?” There was confusion, panic and boiling irritation muddling Sayaka’s mind. She was being controlled. A rhythmic giggle, “You can’t disobey your master. Not while I have this Lacryma crystal~” Miyuki teased, sticking out her tongue playfully. Sayaka could only hiss. She knew she was powerless against the Lacryma. It was a relic from the shattered Polaris star and it held complete control over a vampire’s immortal soul. Humans possessed the Lacryma to ensure the loyalty of their vampire protectors. It could force even the strongest vampire into submission. “Now, I hope you two can get along! Rena-chan thinks so, too.” Jurina heaved a deep sigh, she lowered her sword. “As you wish.” “Whatever…”

*~*~*~*

New Star Calendar 13-201, Autumn

Memory II: Friction

“What the hell, Jurina?!” Sayaka’s angry voice roared as the doors to the Academy flew open from the brunt of the swing. Jurina walked ahead as the dhampir stormed toward her. “Hey, are you even listening?! What was that earlier?! I could’ve handled them by myself!”

“No. Because you were just being reckless,” Jurina retorted in a cold tone, sharp as an ice dagger and twice deadly.

“You were assigned as my ‘partner’, weren’t you? Wouldn’t you trust your own ‘partner’ to get the job done?!”

“You were acting out on your own; don’t think I’m the one at fault,” Jurina stopped walking and turned around. “Your course of action was highly risky and you could’ve gotten yourself killed and drag us with you. You’re in over your head. And more importantly–”

“Oh, great, what?! Tell me! I dare you!” Sayaka scowled.

Jurina took a deep breath, turning to stand right in front of her.

“You desperately need to control that temper of yours.”

“Okay, that’s it!” Sayaka took out her gun, aiming it at Jurina. “I’ve had enough of–”

“Stop.”

Sayaka felt her body freeze as Miyuki and Rena came up from behind her. Miyuki snatched away her gun while Sayaka stood, her muscles tense and her head pounding.

“Sayaka~ If you keep this up, I’ll have to confiscate your guns,” Miyuki pouted. “Rena-chan, I’ll get Sayaka something hot to drink and calm her down. You talk to Jurina.”

“Of course.”

Miyuki took hold of Sayaka’s shoulders, releasing the tension from her arms and making them drop to her sides. Sayaka still had an unpleasant look even as she was taken by her human master and ushered to the cafeteria.

Rena glanced over at Jurina as she rubbed her temple.

“What happened?”

Jurina frowned. “Can we have this debriefing later? I need a cold shower.” She was too drained to even recount the events of her first official mission with Sayaka. The girl was a handful.

“Very well. Take all the time you need to clear your head.”

….

The sound of water hitting the tiles finally stopped. A few more shuffling and the door swung open. Jurina emerged from the shower clad only in her white bathrobe, tendrils of black hair still dripping wet.

Her gaze fell on the girl in front of her, demurely sitting on the king sized bed as she waited for the vampire. “I’m sorry it took a while, Master.” Jurina muttered before motioning to the dresser. That shower definitely released some tension from her muscles.

“Now would you tell me what happened?” Rena rose to stand behind Jurina as she fumbled with the contents of her drawer, possibly looking for a dryer and a comb.

“If I must,” Jurina acquiesced as the whirling sound of the hair dryer filled the room. The vampire ran her fingers through her ebony tresses, her gaze fixed on their reflection in the mirror.

“Hey, it’s just that I’m concerned…For you to be riled up this much. I need to know how we can improve your team work with Sayaka-san as this will be beneficial for all of us in the long run.”

“But why must we insist our methods upon someone so resolute on doing things her own way? To tell you plainly, Rena-sama, that girl has negated all my commands as Squad Captain during the scramble earlier.” Jurina sighed, positively miffed. “She charged into a den of Shades sans notice and proceeded to engage combat without authorization.”

Shades were monsters deprived of reason, vampires that fell from grace. They terrorized humans and other vampires alike. Their proliferation is one of the reasons the vampire-human alliance came to be.

“A bit trigger happy, I presume.”

“My sniper and saboteur have both been decommissioned for a week’s length because of her obstinance.” It took every bit of the vampire’s patience to not lash out and make a scene the moment they arrived within academy grounds. “We were all almost buried in debris, Rena-sama.”

“There, there.” Rena tried to soothe her. She took the comb from Jurina’s grasp and began to brush the vampire’s hair with protracted, delicate strokes that massaged Jurina’s scalp. “I know I’m asking too much from you, but please do consider that Sayaka-san has been operating rogue for the past years. She’s not a team player, as expected, but it doesn’t mean she won’t grow to be one.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so invested in her affairs, Rena-sama. Miyuki-chan told me that you specifically asked the Council to make me her partner. Why is that?”

Rena placed the comb atop the dresser. She patted Jurina’s head. “A selfish wish maybe?” She smiled.

“Eh, should I be jealous?” Jurina pulled her master’s wrist, straining Rena to bend down and receive a chaste peck on the lips.

Rena cradled both sides of Jurina’s face, deepening the kiss. She only broke away when oxygen grew deficient.

“Don’t distract me from the question.” Jurina pouted.

“You started it first.”

“Are you fond of her, Rena-sama?” The vampire persisted, it would not quell her heart to be left guessing.

“She simply reminds me of myself.” The human spoke honestly, “Before I met you, that is.”

Now, Jurina was confused, “You are nothing like her, Rena-sama.”

“Well, not squarely of course. But loneliness, Jurina. I think both of us has seen it eye to eye.” For a moment, Rena’s eyes were glazed with nostalgia. There was fondness in her voice, a rhythmic cadence to her tone as she uttered the next words.

“And I want you to be her light, just as you are mine.”

Jurina intertwined their fingers together. “Hmmm….all but for a hefty price.” She teased while pulling Rena to bed. “But if that is what you wish, I’ll try.”

…

“Just to confirm, the Commander has issued orders directing my squad to investigate a high value target?” Jurina spoke to a member of their 2nd battalion, the unit specifically assigned to make profiles of their ‘marks’.

“Affirmative, Matsui-san. Our target is called The Necromancer, an extremist pureblood adept at using blood magic and curses. We believe he is behind the recent surge of Shade activity.” The human responded.

“Will permission to engage be granted?” Jurina wanted to make sure whether or not direct confrontation with the said entity was authorized.

“The Commander wishes to gather more information before we commence full execution. For now, avoid contact as much as possible.”

“Roger that, is there anything else on the target’s portfolio?”

“Well, this is yet to be confirmed, but our intelligence cells have reported that aside from controlling Shades, The Necromancer is also able to summon beasts corrupted by magic.”

“Familiars?” Jurina clarified.

“No, it seems he is capable of altering the life links of both flora and fauna. Please exercise extreme caution.” The member of the 2nd battalion retired for the night and Jurina was left standing alone at the balcony. She was thinking of killing time in the gardens when she chanced upon Sayaka in the corridor.

At first, Jurina considered avoiding any type of interaction with her for the time being but the vampire’s good nature got the best of her. “I hope you’ve been well rested, Sayaka-san.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry and all that,” Sayaka said. “Miyuki scolded me about what I did, and then she treated me to tea when I said I’d apologize.”

“I hope next time, you’ll be a bit more careful in a situation like that.”

Sayaka sighed. “Yes, ma’am, senpai.”

*~*~*~*

New Star Calendar 14-120, Summer

Memory III: Mutual Need

A bullet whizzed past Jurina’s face by a centimeter, hitting a Shade that was poised to attack her from the back. She was surrounded by the vile monstrosities and had been fending off hoards of them for hours while awaiting reinforcement.

“What would you do if you injured my beautiful face?” She blurted out, a playful smirk on her lips as she eyed the new comer who had just joined the fiasco.

The White Knight was deployed for a scouting mission to observe and gather information on the western side of the Weeping Woods. The forest had been unpassable for months due to a severe build up of Shades in the area.

At first, she effortlessly disposed off the Shades that attacked her but was caught off guard when she found a heart-like matter, beating while connected to a colossal tree. The cocoon-like objects dangling from its branches served as pods for ‘new born’ Shades. It was horrifying how the creatures came out of the mounds of flesh.

Everything about it was sacrilege. The Necromancer finally found a way to create Shades without turning vampires into mindless beasts. This black heart was directly spawning monsters and leaving it be would endanger the nearby villages.

“Oh shut up J, I could put a hole on your cheek right now and it would still heal up quite nicely.” Sayaka proceeded to shoot down the Shades within Jurina’s radius as the latter elegantly slashed her way through to reach the dhampir’s side.

Jurina rolled her eyes.

“What the hell is that hideous thing?!” Sayaka eyed the black heart mounted on the colossal tree.

“A power source? It’s creating all these Shades in a matter of minutes.” As if on cue, Shades began to emerge out of the pods, instantly multiplying their adversaries.

The two fighters stood back-to-back, entrusting their lives to each other. They began to wipe out their attackers in perfect synchronization, . Each movement was deadly precise it almost seemed like a divine waltz amid the carnage.

“By the way, you’re bloody late, Sayaka.” Jurina shot a menacing glare at the Shade that attempted to bite off the dhampir’s neck before slicing the creature in half. Her once pristine robes were now covered in grime and blood. Her hands holding her rapier was dripping with black liquid.

“Yeah. And you’re f*cking enjoying this!” Sayaka gripped the neck of the Shade that lunged at her and snapped it. She reached for the vial inside her coat pocket. It held crimson liquid–fresh blood to renew Jurina’s strength.

She was sure her partner was at her limit, it had been almost 8 hours since Jurina left the campus and judging by the looks of this onslaught of undead and Jurina’s own countenance, Sayaka could deduce that the pureblood had been fending off these things incessantly.

“Thanks.” Jurina muttered after drinking from the vial Sayaka gave. Her eyes glistened with a crimson hue as power surged within her.

“Is there any end to this?” The dhampir grumbled while smashing a Shade’s face with the grip of her gun.

Jurina laughed almost heartily. “I wouldn’t dawdle around if it was that easy.” She wouldn’t need to send a distress signal if this predicament was something simple.

“If this draws on, we’d be stuck here until the crack of dawn.”

“That’s not quite your problem.” A slash here;

“Of course it is! I can’t have you erupting to ashes in front of my face.” A bullet there;

Sayaka was a dhampir, and dhampirs, unlike purebloods, were immune to sunlight. They were also faster in regeneration, physically stronger and more durable. All these were things Sayaka took pride in and would certainly boast about in front of Jurina whenever she had the chance.

“And besides, the whole Academy would probably stake me to a pyre if I let anything happen to their favorite student.” Both of them seemed to revel in the heat of the battle. There was no experience of seamless harmony greater than this with any other ally. Matsui Jurina and Yamamoto Sayaka were equals.

Sayaka felt intoxicated–the slicing shriek of Jurina’s sword, the reverberating echo of each bullet fired from her gun, their panting breaths, the outcry of each fallen Shade as they bit the dust–the adrenaline rush was a sweet nectar.

“As much as I fancy fighting with you, we have to think of a way to destroy that heart and get out of here.” Jurina winced as a sharp claw struck the side of her abdomen.

“If I clear a path, could you cut it down?”

There was no other word spoken; Jurina changed her fighting stance, her sword in a perfect horizontal line as she brought her right foot forward in a full offensive posture. Her blade glistened just beside her cheek, light reflected from the steel as she twisted her hand guard.

Sayaka smirked while firing a barrage of bullets as bodies started to pile up, the Shades were dropping like flies. She kicked a few of them senseless as they tried to lap on her.

The White Knight weaved her way amongst the corpses, crushing their heads beneath her heels as she advanced. If she had Sayaka beside her earlier, this would have been over and done with in an instant, instead of wasting half a day battling an army of oddities.

Jurina abruptly broke her sprint and used the speeding Shade as a springboard to thrust the blade into the black heart beating at the core of the rotting tree. Her sword glowed an unearthly silver color as she managed a full on strike.

Two halves of flesh cleanly cut in the middle almost fell from their attachment on the trunk before the muscles mended themselves and reconnected.

Sayaka cursed out loud. “Damned thing,” She shot down the shade that pulled on Jurina’s ankle as the latter stood atop the pile of carcass, just in time before the vampire could lose her balance.

Jurina glanced back to her partner’s direction, “Physical attacks are in vain.” There was a dark edge in her tone as she hurried back to Sayaka’s side, plowing through the Shades that obstructed her path.

Sharp pain shot through Jurina’s senses as she clutched the wound on her abdomen. The sensation was too strong that she almost fell to her knees.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Jurina whispered while trying to heal the laceration.

“Watch out!” Sayaka pulled Jurina’s hand to impale a Shade that attacked the pureblood in her moment of vulnerability. She almost cursed her own heritage for not being able to wield magic. It would have been damn easier if she was a pureblooded vampire.

The dhampir’s fingers lingered on Jurina’s hand which was starting to lose its grip on the rapier. “Concentrate on regeneration first, I’ll watch your back.”

Jurina shook her head. “At this rate, we’ll both die.” She barely suppressed a whimper as the gash burned with white-hot pain. She planted her sword on the ground so it was poised in a cross-like fashion.

“Shut up!! You’re not doing any self-sacrificing stunt again, you fool!!” Sayaka could almost see where this was heading, she had know her partner long enough to predict the girl’s line of thinking. The dhampir would admit the she fought recklessly more than often but Jurina, was someone who would take a bullet for someone else without batting an eyelash. She almost had no sense of self-preservation and it irked Sayaka to no end.

“Listen to me, Sayaka.” Jurina gripped the forehead of an attacking Shade and crushed it with her bare hands. Dawn was fast approaching, she could almost feel it on her skin.

“No! Enough of your grandstanding–” There was every bit of irritation in Sayaka’s response as she furiously took down the creatures swarming them.

“It seems The Necromancer has proven to be a dangerous opponent. Destroying that heart would be impossible with normal attacks and you know it. My magic is barely enough to heal my wounds.” As she spoke, Jurina’s eyes alternated between blood red and amber in split seconds, she was wavering and they were both certainly aware of it.

“Whatever you’re planning, it’s a no.”

Jurina raised her hand, casting a protective sphere around them that could only last a few seconds. The shades within 2 meter radius exploded as they touched the barrier.

“I need to drink your blood.”

Sayaka swore her heart skipped a beat at that proposition.

“What the hell! No! That’s the most important prohibition in the book!” She grabbed Jurina by the collar.

Vampires drinking from vampires was the greatest sin.

It drove them mad;

Made them forget who they were;

Made the thirst unquenchable–

Like mindless beasts.

Shades were vampires once.

But they…

Lost their souls.

“I only need enough to cast one more spell.” Jurina reasoned as she firmly held Sayaka’s hand on her uniform. Her wound was burning; time was of the essence and once the barrier breaks, she wasn’t sure if she could fight again.

She had full faith in Sayaka’s abilities but against a legion of Shades that multiplied to no end, it was a losing battle no matter how many they cut down.

“You’ll destroy yourself Jurina!”

It wasn’t entirely correct. Madness would not consume you in one breath. The progression of becoming a shade was a slow and agonizing process. It was actually ironic, catharsis: the term for the liberation of the soul was used to call the spiral into lunacy of purebloods.

“Just a bit won’t harm me.”

“You’re not even sure of that.”

The barrier started to crack, it was slowly giving out. “Trust me, Sayaka.”

“Ugh!! I hate you!” The dhampir shouted in resignation, she released Jurina from her iron grip and proceeded to unbutton her overcoat then undo her blouse.

Jurina smiled despite the fatigue. She caressed Sayaka’s cheek, “I’m sorry for being so troublesome.” Her breath was hot but her touch was almost frigid.

“You damn sure are.” Sayaka closed her eyes as Jurina drew near.

In one swift movement, Jurina’s fangs sank into Sayaka’s neck. Upon drinking the dhampir’s blood, the vampire’s eyes shot open, her irises shone in the brightest shade of red. Black veins started to form under Jurina’s eyes as she fed.

She could discern that the taste of Sayaka’s blood would make her delirious if she did not break off…

But why did she not seem to care?

Jurina’s eyelids grew heavy as pure bliss enveloped her. Why should she stop? How could she pry herself away from this tempting warmth filing her mouth with sin? How could she turn away from this radiating energy coursing through her veins like hellfire? Sayaka’s blood…she needed nothing else in this plane of existence.

Lust ached in her bones, greed filled her lungs like poison and passion gripped her throat breathless.

Was this hunger? Was this desire? Why was something that felt so dreadfully good forbidden? It was unfair, it was the height of idiocy to constrain one’s self from this kind of pleasure!

“Jurina!” Sayaka cried out, pushing the vampire away in sheer panic.

Jurina slowly came to, eyes glistening like blood rubies and lips tainted crimson.

She gulped, the exquisite flavor lingered and it was honestly so, so heart-rending to stop.

“You’re…” Sayaka was at a loss for words, moisture started to well at the side of her eyes.

The White Knight took a step back, she turned away from the dhampir’s scrutinizing gaze. “I’m sorry.” She repeated the apology before setting her hand on her sword still impaled on the ground. Was she ashamed?

Jurina closed her eyes, feeling the air shift around her, the barrier fell completely.

In the same moment, hail and ice surged, covering their whole surroundings in frost despite being in the middle of summer. All the Shades that besieged the two fighters, including the dark heart and the colossal tree, was frozen solid.

In a blink of an eye, everything shattered–vaporized.

Sayaka was on the verge of trembling at the overwhelming demonstration of power. Only the two of them stood untouched by the white flux. She held her breath as she watched Jurina’s figure fall but caught the pureblood in her arms forthwith.

“H-hey!”

“My…wound,” came a weak reply.

Sayaka could see it clearly, the laceration the Shade inflicted, the gash that did not heal was tinged with black and purple.

It was poison.

Her partner would be incapacitated for the time being, but that was not their biggest concern right now.

Sayaka examined the sky, it would only be a few minutes until sunlight seeped in from the verdant roof of the Weeping Forest. She needed to bring Jurina to a safe location lest she truly perish.

The dhampir wrapped her coat around Jurina before hoisting the wounded girl on her back and carrying her across the woods.

…

Sayaka couldn’t remember the last time her heart pounded this wildly in her chest. The feeling of dread was a hanging shadow as she ran to beat the sun, Jurina in tow.

Was it when her mother lost all reason?

Was it when her father and sister died?

Was it when the world failed her?

Was it when god abandoned her?

This kind of fear left a bitter taste in her mouth and she swore to herself she would never fall so weak.

She thought her heart was already entombed in stone but why does the thought of losing this reckless vampire, this irritating being she started to call her partner, shake her to her very core?

Gradually, the rays of the sun seeped out from the clouds as dawn broke.

Jurina’s flesh started to parch as sunlight hit her skin. What small consolation it was, that it was not yet the height of day. Otherwise, she would have been reduced to ashes and embers.

Sayaka could feel and hear her writhe in pain. She pulled on the coat enveloping Jurina’s frail body closer to shield the vampire’s face.

She was helpless against the forces of nature, against time and space.

Yamamoto Sayaka, the strongest blood legacy of the Dhampirs, the prodigy, the abomination, couldn’t save a single life when it mattered the most.

With all her strength, Sayaka could only run.

The doors of the Academy’s main building burst open, surprising and confusing those who were present as they saw Sayaka fall to her knees, exhausted. In her arms, was the White Knight herself, Jurina, barely conscious.

The vampire’s scorched skin started to repair itself as soon as contact with the sun was lost.

“Someone! Please help!” The dhampir pleaded, although she was disheveled and grimy, she was wholly unscathed.

“Jurina’s been poisoned!” Every bit of anguish crushing her heart was made visible on her face as her hands shook while holding her pureblood partner. Murmurs spread through the hall quickly, everyone concerned for Jurina. Three women in white uniforms came, two lifting Jurina from Sayaka’s arms and placing her onto a stretcher, while the other bowed to the dhampir. “Please… save her…” she said in between her heavy breathing. The nurses left, Sayaka watching them roll her down the hallway. Other students whispered voices of concern, but Sayaka couldn’t hear any of them.

“She’s in stable condition for now. However, the poison was very strong. We don’t know when she will wake up.”

“This is my fault…If I wasn’t so weak…” Sayaka said bitterly as she and Miyuki stood at Jurina’s bedside. The famed knight was sleeping on a pure white mattress and sheets, an IV injected in her arm, and a mask easing her breathing. At least the darkness helped her heal her burn wounds from the sun, but Sayaka still felt immense guilt. “It wasn’t,” Miyuki said, reassuring her. “You’re the reason she’s still here.”

“But it should never have come to this… I didn’t want her to die. Ha, even though months ago, I wanted nothing to do with her, in that moment…”

As the dhampir’s master, Miyuki understood the discordant emotions flooding Sayaka’s heart. “You’re not a bad person, Sayaka. I’m sure Jurina knows that, too.” “Huh, you think so?” Miyuki nodded, her sincere smile comforted Sayaka immensely. Soon after, the door opened, and Rena stepped in. “Miyuki. We have been summoned.” Although her tone was firm and dutiful, her eyes were obviously glazed with worry as she glanced at Jurina’s unconscious form.

“You wont stay by her side?” Sayaka always felt like Rena was hiding behind a mask, a fortress even. Despite being nothing but kind and supportive, Rena’s true emotions, her heart, was unreadable to the dhampir.

Jurina’s master did not reply. “I’ll see you later, Sayaka.” Miyuki bid farewell.

“Please take care of her.” Sayaka could almost hear the desperation in Rena’s voice. Whatever the reason for Rena and Miyuki’s departure, she swore in hell it had to be terribly important for Rena to chose to leave Jurina’s side at this dire moment.

After the two humans took their leave, there was only silence.

Sayaka pulled up a chair and sat down, still staring at Jurina and vividly recalling everything that had just happened. She remembered a pain in her chest, a tightness, when she saw Jurina growing weak from poison. As if her own body was screaming in denial. A fighter as strong as Jurina shouldn’t be writhing in pain. The sight of her partner suffering felt like a claw grasping her throat, straining her breathing.

She felt like her heart was sinking, like the ground she stood on could cave in any minute.

And she didn’t understand why. Was it some sort of instinct? A whim? Or just some deep feeling in her she had never realized was there..?

Sayaka didn’t know anymore. But she didn’t want to think of anything else. Her main concern was Jurina. The White Knight, who she had disputed and argued with many times, the one she felt deeply that she would be better without.

Someone everyone else in the Academy saw as strong and almost inviolable… was now laying in front of her, vulnerable and fading.

“Jurina… please…come back,” Sayaka whispered, closing her eyes tight as she clasped her hands together.

She glanced up again, her gaze falling on the cross necklace resting on Jurina’s chest. The transit and all the shuffling must have exposed the necklace out of her regalia.

“Astraea…” Sayaka invoked the name of that God, the one she had lost faith in. And with no other reason, she bowed her head.

Deference,

Despair,

Hope.

“If… if you’re real.. Astraea… then I beg of you… spare her.. Spare Jurina’s life. Please… please…”

What am I doing now? I’ve become so desperate to rely on this deity just for her…

Suddenly, she felt something cold. She lifted her hand and touched her cheek.

“You’re… crying?”

Warm fingers tapped her other cheek twice, wiping away fresh tear drops.

Jurina managed to smile faintly under the oxygen mask.

“It doesn’t suit you.”

Sayaka didn’t know if she would cry harder or laugh. The only thing she recognized was the absolute euphoria that washed over her at the sight of Jurina regaining consciousness.

Sayaka was close to breaking down, “I hate you!” Despite her callous words, they both knew it was a lie.

Right then and there Yamamoto, the strongest blood legacy of the Dhampirs, the prodigy, the abomination, all powerful and dense, Sayaka absolutely knew she was screwed.

Matsui Jurina, her fool of a partner, was the reason for this torrent of emotions: fear, insecurity, attachment, loyalty, fondness, longing and perhaps even more.

*~*~*~*

New Star Calendar 15-40, Spring

Memory IV: Understanding Your Heart

“Ah, I thought I’d find you here.”

Without even turning her back, the dhampir knew the owner of such voice. It was the source of both her annoyance and vivacity.

“What do you want, J?” Under the night sky, with these many stars, Sayaka felt at peace. Perhaps her choice of the roof top as a place to unwind and reflect alone was cliche? Or perhaps, deep inside her, she did want to be found?

A few months ago, a lot of people would claim that Yamamoto Sayaka was a cold-blooded killing machine–rigid, antisocial and distrusting. However, her association with Jurina and Miyuki definitely breathed in new life into the once outcast. Her scheming master and her pesky partner gave her more and more reasons to smile these days whether or not she cared to admit.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Sayaka.”

“You’re so narcissistic.” The dhampir huffed.

Jurina sat beside her partner. She pulled her knees closer to her chest and rested her chin on them. “So what did I do this time?”

“Nothing, leave me alone.”

“Come on, we both know you can’t resist me.”

“Get over yourself.”

A long sigh, “Why do you insist on being difficult? Such a tsundere.”

“What?!” Sayaka finally turned to Jurina irritably, she pulled the pureblood by the collar. Effectively riled up by the allegation. “I am not a tsundere!”

Jurina held the dhampir’s gaze with infallible calm. She searched Sayaka’s dark eyes for some kind of reaction.

Sayaka’s eyebrow twitched. Jurina’s amber eyes seemed to engulf her and she almost thought the other girl was reading her mind. Suddenly, the close proximity between the two of them, their faces barely an inch apart, the ability to notice every detail on Jurina’s face, grew very disorienting.

“Are you so bored to come to me? Why won’t you play around with your fangirls?” The dhampir abruptly looked away, pretending to scrutinize something, anything out there in the dark horizon. Why was it so awkward now? She would have brushed off the pureblood’s antics under normal circumstances.

“Are you jealous?” Jurina let out a melodic giggle.

“Oh for heaven’s sake Jurina, what do you want?” Sayaka swore she could rip out her hair any minute if this mind game between the two of them persisted.

“As I said earlier, you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’m not, whatever gave you that idea?”

Jurina frowned childishly. “Since that incident in the Weeping Woods you stopped spending time with me. You refuse to eat lunch with me, Miyuki-chan and Rena-sama. You decline every chance to be my sparring partner. You don’t show up to our midnight jogs around the campus and that’s like the only quality time we have left, you know. You also haven’t spoken more than five words to me that isn’t school or mission related. Now, tell me again you’re not avoiding me.” The pureblood proceeded to drone on, hearing her use that immature tone would surely surprise the other students who idolized her. Jurina was amusingly clingy and doting that Sayaka swore she was starting to act like a spoiled girlfriend or something.

“And it’s not like I’m being possessive or anything. I mean, I know you hate being my partner but I thought you finally got over it and we were finally getting along.” There was genuine hurt in her eyes.

Sayaka breathed deeply. “I just have a lot of things in my mind.”

The Sayaka from before wouldn’t apologize, wouldn’t even give a hint of an explanation. “I’m sorry if you felt like I was pushing you away.” But the Sayaka right now was more compassionate, more patient, more honest and refreshingly…more human.

“Tell me why.” Jurina was persistent, that was a fact. Sayaka was so tempted to shut her down, but some part of her absolutely hated the idea of upsetting the vampire. Funny, she used to enjoy provocation and petty squabbles.

Tell you what? That I’m so conflicted with my feelings? That I feel so confused it’s almost difficult to breathe? That your presence or absence affects me? That I can’t forgive myself over the thought of almost losing you? Damn it Jurina!

She wanted to say all those things but couldn’t even begin to weave the words. The last time she let people in her heart, they failed her miserably.

Sayaka scratched the back of her neck. “I’m scared…of getting attached.” She blurted out. It was a neutral statement–it was the truth.

“You’re my partner,” Jurina held on to the other girl’s shoulder. “I won’t leave you, whatever happens.”

Sayaka’s gaze fell to the floor, as if suddenly finding her own shoes captivating. “My mother said that once.” Her tone was laced with sadness and yearning and regret. “But she left. My father and sister too.”

Jurina knew she had opened the floodgates of something, something deep, dark and painful and she could not find it in herself to press on. “I’m sorry for overstepping my boundaries.” She respected Sayaka’s solitude. “If you wish for me to leave–”

“No, I want you to hear this.”

“Very well…” Jurina grew silent as she let the dhampir speak of her past.

“I was abandoned by my real parents but the mother and father I came to know loved me with all their hearts. Regrettably, life has a way to mess us up even further. Mother became a shade and was locked inside the attic; despair ate her inside out. Father tried to kill her before she lost it completely. He couldn’t do it; he was overcome by love and fear and vain hope that she would come back. So mother mangled him and my sister to pieces. Can you imagine how it felt when I came home to their innards painting the walls, mother smiling at me?”

Jurina gave her a look of absolute melancholy. Was it empathy or just pity? “Maybe. After killing so many of them. Maybe I could.” What did a pampered pureblood know about despair?

The dhampir’s hands shook as she examined them, as if seeing all the blood spilled by her own feats. “She was my family and when I pulled that trigger, when her head exploded, I didn’t feel anything.” She let out a bitter laugh, “The Council summoned me after and since then, I’ve only kept killing to survive. I’m a monster who finds no remorse in death.”

It was clear to Jurina now why the incident of her drinking the dhampir’s blood left a strong response. Sayaka was afraid, mortified of history repeating.

Jurina locked her in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry.” Sorry for what? For letting Sayaka go through that fear again? For not knowing the dhampir earlier to ease her burden? If she could pour out all her strength, all her devotion and kindness to Sayaka, she would.

No Jurina, you turning into a Shade isn’t the only thing that suffocates me; the fact that I can’t even begin to fathom the thought of losing you scares me to death.

If this is love, I don’t want it.

Before Sayaka could respond, Miyuki appeared behind them. “I apologize for interrupting, but Jurina-chan the Council beckons you. Rena-chan is already at the Shrine of Memories.”

Miyuki and the pureblood exchanged knowing glances before her gaze fell on her own servant, a million things already running in her mind.

They say love makes us strong;

Makes us hopeful,

Makes us whole.

They say love can conquer odds;

Despite time or distance;

I have only loved you completely,

passionately,

chastely,

But why does it hurt so much?

“Why?!” Jurina cried out, her voice resonating against the walls of the shrine building. Beside her, Rena stood silent, clasping her hands together while staring at the floor. Surrounding them were statues of white stone, their eyes obscured by pieces of red cloth. “It has come to our attention that you have both been showing signs of romantic affection. And though it disheartens us to arrive at this decision, we are merely acting according to the Laws of–” “Why?! Why is that so wrong?!”

“Jurina-sama, you should know very well that harboring romantic feelings for your master is forbidden. And you both have been shown guilty of this very act.” One of the Council members retorted. “These affairs you’ve been having are a violation of the vows you have sworn as only master and protector. You, Jurina-sama, are nothing more than her knight. To fall in love with her is simply–” Another tried to reason out. “Simply what?” Jurina would not hear any of it. Tears welled in her eyes. “What’s wrong with loving her?”

“Affairs between humans and vampires are proscribed because they produce dhampirs–those vile, disgraceful creatures.”

“You know nothing about them!” The young vampire took offense. “Jurina…” Rena attempted to placate her servant. Jurina’s emotions were all over the place and she feared it would do the vampire more harm than good to rebel against the Council.

“Rena-sama is beautiful and kind, she’s diligent with her work, and she cares for others. More than anything, she cares for me.”

The Council grunted and grumbled in disappointment.

“To not fall in love with her…is impossible.”

“Jurina, that’s enough!” Rena’s voice rose, she held the vampire’s shoulder. Although her heart almost leapt out of her chest, although every part of her was breaking, she was the rational one, she was the responsible one, she was the obedient one.

“R-Re…na?”

The senior member of the Council spoke, “Matsui Jurina, you are sentenced to 50 years of isolation in the Labyrinth of Shadows. Your release will be conditional. All your activities are put on hold as of this moment and you will be relieved from this institution until further notice.” Anti-magic chains were cuffed on Jurina’s wrist.

“Please stop.” Rena asserted. “I’ll take responsibility for this… So, don’t say anymore.” Her voice was calm and unwavering, even though Jurina could see droplets of tears forming at the rims.

Jurina felt Rena’s grip tighten on her shoulder.

“I’ll accept the punishment.” Rena would do anything within her power to protect her knight, at least this once, it was her turn to save Jurina. “Rena-sama, you can’t! Please don’t do this.” The chains that bound Jurina rattled as the council members fought to subdue her.

“It’s okay… It’ll be okay,” Rena coaxed, trying to reassure the crying vampire. “I don’t regret… loving you, Jurina.” Rena kissed her cheek, her lips touching the tears that streamed down. She gave a bittersweet smile before walking past Jurina’s inconsolable form, facing the Council. She pulled back the band holding her hair in a ponytail and allowed the raven locks to flow down her back. “As atonement for my actions, I shall relinquish myself as Matsui Jurina’s master. With this, I abdicate my family’s seat in the Council.” “No! No…you can’t! I refuse to accept it!” “Very well. Hand over your Lacryma ring.” Rena removed the ring from her finger, handing it to the senior member. She was then handed a small blue bottle. “With this elixir, you surrender all your memories. Everything will be as if it had never been. And you shall leave this place.” “Don’t… please, don’t leave me alone…Rena…” Despite the strong metal binding her, Jurina fought to stop the ritual. Rena turned back, wiping away a single tear as she gave one last smile.

“Goodbye… Jurina.”

With those words spoken, she lifted the elixir to her lips and drank in one swift gulp.

Jurina wept bitterly, still trying to reject the reality that was unfolding before her. Why was she so foolish? Why did this twisted restriction exist? Why could she not be free to love who she wished? How could something so pure and innocent be a sin?

Setting the vial down, Rena slowly walked back to the crying vampire. “Jurina…” She spoke lovingly, raising her hand to hold the vampire’s cheek and wipe away the fresh stream of tears. “As my last request… please don’t cry for me anymore. Someday, I want you to be happy.”

Even though it was against every fiber of her being, everything that loved Rena, even as she cried, Jurina could not deny her or disobey. She knew she had to fulfill Rena’s wish, even if it only brought her anguish.

“As you wish…Master.”

Rena’s eyes then sealed close as she collapsed.

Jurina caught her before she hit the floor, kneeling down as she cradled the most important existence in her life. She choked on a sob, “Goodnight, Rena-sama.”

…

As Sayaka returned from the rooftop, she saw Rena down the hall, being led by a much older woman. Her once sanguine eyes were now downcast as she headed toward the main doorway of the Academy.

“Rena-san?” Sayaka called out, catching the human’s attention. “Where are you going?”

Rena gave her a puzzled look. She ignored Sayaka and continued her regular course.

“Hey, wait!” Sayaka ran to her, grabbing her by the arm. “Did you see Jurina? What did the Council have to say?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Rena answered, backing away slightly at the sudden intrusion of this nameless stranger. “Who’s Jurina?”

“Wh-?”

“Excuse me,” The old woman forced Sayaka to release the former master. She then nodded at the human, “You may go, Rena-sama. I’ll have a word with this student.”

“All right.” Rena quickly left, heading towards the exit.

“What’s going on here? Why doesn’t she–”

“Matsui Rena-sama has relinquished her duties here,” the woman explained. “The Council has performed an Overwrite.”

Sayaka furrowed her brows. “Overwrite…? What the hell is that?”

“To put in simple terms, she had her memories of her time here as Matsui Jurina’s master wiped from her.” “What? Why would you–Jurina wouldn’t…”

“I know you’re new and you probably weren’t informed, but I will tell you now so the same mistake would not be made. Rena-sama and Jurina-sama acted against the Laws vowed between master and protector, and as punishment, Rena-sama took it upon herself to step down from her position and abandon her memories.”

“So what now? Jurina’s without a master?”

“Don’t fret. The Council should be preparing a new master for her, as we speak.” …

The silver moon was the witness to her cries of misery. Jurina wept under the night sky, holding her knees as she bitterly cried over Rena’s departure. She was on the verge of letting herself waste away until sun rise. Perhaps, it would be less painful to burn to death than to endure a life without her master.

“I know you wanted me to be happy… but, Rena-sama… I… I can’t…do this….”

While drowning in her thoughts, a new voice broke her from her reverie. “Will you be okay? Dawn is approaching.” She looked back and saw a young girl, a high schooler? Short brown hair framed the girl’s face like a japanese doll. Jurina quickly wiped away her tears, she hated being seen in such a vulnerable state.

“I apologize for my unsightly appearance, my lady.” She struggled to maintain composure. “Would you unburden your heart upon me?”

“I-I… don’t want to talk about it.”

“I understand. But still, here, take it.” The girl pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Jurina.

As she accepted, that’s when she saw it;

A ring on her finger, white stone glistened like the brightest of stars. The very same one that Rena once wore. The vampire lifted her chin, her eyes wide. “…Who are you?” “Forgive me for not introducing myself first.” The girl bowed. “My name is Miyawaki Sakura. As of this moment, I am bound to you, Jurina-san.” This dainty girl, Sakura, was her new master.

*~*~*~*

New Star Calendar 15-281 Autumn

Memory V: Retribution

Jurina’s actions were not without punishment, of course. But, thanks in part to Rena relinquishing herself and fully accepting her fate, the burden of Jurina’s punishment had been lightened. Instead of 50 years in an ever-changing and mind-scrambling labyrinth, she now only had to spend one month wandering in there.

All alone, with only her memories of what once were.

She cried for her until her eyes were sore, red and puffy, and her voice grew hoarse from her bitter weeping. Every moment she closed her eyes for sleep, she dreamed only of Rena. Those dreams which once made her heart warm and brought her serenity, not only gave her heartbreak and restless nights.

She began to think years in the Labyrinth of Shadows would be far less painful than this. That letting her mind shatter from multiple dead ends and ghosts of the past haunting her, would cause her less suffering than a life without Rena by her side.

Chains at her wrists, curled up in her own corner of the maze, she grasped onto the Polaris cross around her neck.

“Astraea-sama… give me salvation… before this despair claims me…”

….

Miyuki sat comfortably, drinking her afternoon tea and browsing through the book she sequestered the last time Sayaka raided an old church library turned sanctum for Shades. She enjoyed getting trinkets from Sayaka’s missions.

The dhampir emerged from her master’s chambers, elegantly wrapped boxes of clothes stacked like a tower in her arms. “Where did you want these annoying textiles?”

“They’re the latest parisian fashion Sayaka, don’t be so tasteless. Put them in the corner and join me for some tea.”

“Oui oui, Mademoiselle Belle!” The dhampir jested. She accomplished her task before sitting beside her master.

“Why have you been spending time in my room so often?” Miyuki raised a brow, her tone highly inquisitive. “It’s quite unusual, are you ill?”

“I am not.” Sayaka was quick to rebuff. She poured tea for Miyuki before having her own.

“Hmmmmm, are you love sick then?”

Sayaka almost coughed out her tea. “Hell no!”

Miyuki’s fingers fumbled with a french macaron on her plate. “I’m your master, I know your heart, Sayaka-chan.”

“Of course you do, Miyuki. You’ve been playing me for so long.” The dhampir snorted, she was stopping herself from guffawing.

“You have to give me more credit. With a thick-headed servant like you, other Masters would have forced you into submission long ago.” Miyuki was every bit correct. Her relationship with Sayaka was unheard of. There was no formality between them, no honorifics or docility. The dhampir enjoyed her freedom much fully than others but she was unmistakably loyal to her human custodian.

“Well, if it wasn’t me, any other minion would bore you to death.” Sayaka knew Miyuki’s preferences, things she disliked, small nuances in her personality that other people would gloss over. It was surprising, the dhampir was not one to follow any authority figure but Miyuki was special, Miyuki was fun and interesting.

“True, you provide me much needed entertainment in this mundane life.”

“You make it sound like I’m just a tool, I’m hurt.” Sayaka feigned being offended.

The human snickered. “Well, so what’s really bothering you?”

“Why do you and Jurina always assume something’s up when I get all friendly?”

“Because Jurina-chan and I find it highly suspicious.”

“How’s Jurina?” Sayaka turned serious, it has been three weeks since she last saw the pureblood after the latter’s punishment took effect.

“She’s holding on. The Labyrinth of Shadows is a torture chamber, but it only manifests the darkest parts of your soul. It won’t show you what’s not there.” Miyuki opposed the vampire’s punishment but she could not gather enough support to veto it.

“I hate these archaic laws of your people. Those purebloods too, they’re all fanatics.” Sayaka tried to fight her way into the Labyrinth to haul Jurina’s ass out of there one time. But she was greeted by a whole delegation from The Sect and it was impossible to resist.

“Me too.” Miyuki sighed deeply. “But we’ll see her soon. Besides, her new master has been religiously visiting her everyday. Don’t think that Jurina would falter that easily.”

“New master, huh?”

“Sakura-chan may be inexperienced but she’s genuine.”

“She’s young, only 16 summers or so. I guess something like that would be natural.”

“Still, I’m worried. It won’t be easy for Jurina to open up to Sakura-chan, moreover, let go of her feelings for Rena. But, if she doesn’t soon…” Miyuki frowned, setting down her tea. “She could very well become consumed by despair and enter the first stage of catharsis.” If Jurina allows the Labyrinth to consume her, the Council would dispose of her without second thought.

“I’ll kill her before that happens.”

“I’m sure you’d be ordered to.” Miyuki held Sayaka by the chin, urging the dhampir to look at her. “I know you feel for her quite strongly, so hear me out when I tell you this…” She wasn’t hard to figure out, really.

Sayaka was at a loss for words at the sudden intrusion to her personal space. Talking about her emotions was something she would never be well-versed in. She did not know how to respond to her master’s insinuation.

“Rena is an existence you cannot eclipse. But you give her strength in a different way, Sayaka. Jurina will come back to us.”

The dhampir’s gaze fell to her side, as if embarrassed. “Why are we having this conversation, Miyuki?”

“Because I’m the only one you’d listen to. You should be more honest with yourself. It’s all right to want something…or someone, Sayaka.”

…

Sakura crouched down to her servant’s body sprawled out on the stone floor. Gently, she lifted Jurina’s head to rest on her lap.

The vampire’s eyes languidly opened, she was greeted by her new master’s earnest countenance. “Sakura-sama, is it really you? Or am I still dreaming?”

“You are indeed awake, please don’t overexert yourself.” Sakura prevented Jurina from rising up, as the other girl attempted to pay respect.

“I apologize that you have to see me like this.” Jurina’s time in the Labyrinth broke her spirit; the pallor of her skin, the dark circles around her eyes, the fragility of her hair and weakness in her voice–all of it was alarming. “I have only brought you discomfort since,”

The human tried to wipe away the dirt that sullied the vampire’s face. “Jurina-san, I cannot replace what your heart has lost. But I will try with everything I have to ease your burden.”

“I do not deserve my lady’s kindness.” Jurina grasped the hand that lay on her cheek with all the life left in her.

*~*~*~*

New Star Calendar 15-287, Autumn

Memory VI: Passion

Less than a week had passed like nothing. The air was starting to turn crisp from the coming winter, and the clouds in the night sky hid the stars and the moon. Finally, Jurina’s confinement in the Labyrinth of Shadows came to an end. Sayaka was informed by the head sentinel that Jurina was ready for extraction.

She was led by the guard clad in black armor, the maze shifting its pathways to make a straight path to Jurina’s location. Sayaka looked past the guard to see her partner, collapsed on the ground.

“Jurina!” Sayaka quickly ran to Jurina’s side, distraught with what she saw. The vampire had lost weight, and was deathly pale. The bottoms of her feet were covered in dirt and scratches. The anti-magic chains left red ring marks on both her wrists.

“Damn old bastards! How can they do this to you?” Sayaka supported the vampire.

“At ease, Sayaka” Jurina rasped, still trying to maintain military decorum. “Let’s go home.”

…

Miyawaki Sakura sat on the divan, her hands tightly grasping the fabric of her skirt as she waited for Miyuki’s next words.

The older master paced to and fro her suite’s salon adorned with an old oak center table and a leather chesterfield. She rubbed her chin. “So, what you’re saying is that you inherited Rena’s consciousness?” Miyuki was a bit skeptic of Sakura’s claim, in all honesty.

“Indeed, Miyuki-san… I was given her strategic expertise, her archives, her memories…everything.”

Miyuki stopped pacing, “Everything? Even her feelings?” Her words were almost tinged with exasperation. “I don’t know how The Council does their ‘Overwrites’ but–”

“Not her emotions; it’s impossible to absorb that. Still, I ‘remember’ her fondness towards Jurina-san.”

“That saves us the effort to teach you how these battles are fought.” The older girl sighed in relief. “And also saves us from a rather sticky situation…”

Sakura looked at her quizzically.

“Sakura, you see…my servant has become quite attached to Jurina. And as her Master, I would do anything to safeguard her feelings. I can’t have you complicating things…”

“I don’t understand what you mean. They’re partners, it’s only natural to be so attached. I cannot grasp just where I stand in that equation, Miyuki-san.”

Miyuki flopped to the seat beside Sakura, holding her by the cheek. “My dear girl, it’s amoré.”

“A-amore?” Sakura’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink. “You mean ‘love’?!”

“Philia, Pragma, Mania, Ludus, Storge, Agape, Eros. Whatever you call it, darling.”

“E-e-eros?!” Sakura blushed even harder.

Miyuki chuckled. “Could it be… you’re a virgin?”

“Miyuki-san, I’m sixteen!”

The older woman smiled, seeing Sakura get so embarrassed, her ears were turning red. “Sweet sixteen, I see. You’ll find the garden of roses quite enticing.” She then stood. “Well, I’m glad you took some time to visit me. Sayaka and Jurina will return soon, shall we make our preparations, Sakura-chan?”

“Preparations?”

Miyuki pulled her by the hand as they made their way to the kitchen.

Sakura stopped from walking, “But you know Miyuki-san….with Rena-san’s memories… It almost felt like she knew The Council would do this and that she was trying to make Jurina-san rely on other people in her absence.”

Was that why you were adamantly requesting for a partner for Jurina? Despite the fact that she didn’t need one? Did you know you would leave, Rena? Miyuki speculated in her mind.

….

Sayaka lifted her gaze from polishing the barrel of her handgun as loud knocking echoed. She proceeded to receive the person at her doorstep. “Who is it?”

She found Jurina in the corridor, covered only by her sleeping robe. Her expression was one thing Sayaka couldn’t quite piece together, but she was sure the vampire was mildly shaking. “What’s wrong, Jurina? Have you reported to Sakura already?” They parted ways a few hours ago after arriving at the academy. Sayaka resolved that it was proper for Jurina to confer with her new master first, the pleasantries between them could wait.

Jurina did not speak, without the dhampir even inviting, she walked into her partner’s quarters.

“H-hey,”

When the vampire lifter her gaze, she did not look Sayaka in the eye. Suddenly, the decrepit old world map that hung on the wall was more captivating. “I thought I wasn’t coming back.” Jurina whispered.

“But you did. You’re just too stubborn to kill.” The dhampir tried to make light the stifling atmosphere around them. It was their first real conversation after Jurina’s time in the Labyrinth. She could only imagine the horrors that haunted the girl there. “Take a seat, I’ll get you something hot to drink.”

Before Sayaka could even take another step, Jurina grabbed her by the wrist. “I dreamt of you. Well, it was mostly about Rena, but you were there…many times.” The vampire finally locked gazes with her partner. Her amber eyes glistened against the light of the fireplace.

What was this girl doing? Did the Labyrinth mess her up too much? A few screws loose? Sayaka was bewildered. She attempted to play it cool, “Was I trying to slay you?” She let out an awkward laugh.

“No… you were…we were…” Jurina’s voice trailed off.

Sayaka breathed in deeply, as if trying to compose herself. “You’re tired. Get some rest, J.” She fought hard to sound neutral, Jurina’s fingers interlocked with her hand and a jolt of electricity shot through her spine. Her mind could barely register what was happening.

“Sayaka…I…” It was then and there that Jurina’s facade shattered. She started sobbing uncontrollably. Her shoulders shook as her and Sayaka’s twined fingers unraveled.

“What did they do to you? Tell me? I won’t forgive them–” As Jurina buried herself in Sayaka’s chest, the dhampir felt her blood boil, the sight of her partner suffering, breaking down, filled her with indignation that she was sure she could go out on a rampage. That torture chamber should be outlawed, she would burn The Council to the ground if she had to.

“I want to die…I want to die…” Jurina repeated over and over again as Sayaka enveloped her in a tight embrace. She felt like a hole was being burned through her heart, like her lungs were flooding with water. Was she spiraling into catharsis? Was she finally losing herself?

Rena’s departure, her family’s unbelievable expectations, the Council’s disappointment, everyone’s judgment, the thought of failing Sakura, her new master–Jurina wanted to just disappear.

“Look at me. Look at me, it’s over. Those ghosts won’t reach you” Sayaka tried to calm her. She urged Jurina to meet her gaze. “You promised you won’t leave me.” Her hold on the vampire did not falter.

Jurina’s whimpering eased for a moment. “I’m so afraid…that you’re not real too.” The Labyrinth of Shadows chained her to her misery, showed her what she wanted, gave her what she feared. It was a realm of illusions, a dungeon that broke her over and over again.

“Sayaka, I need–” Before she could speak further, Sayaka captured her lips. The kiss was scorching and impatient, slick with lust. The dhampir’s lips were soft and disarming that Jurina swore she would melt and drop on her knees if not for her partner’s grip on her back and hips.

Jurina caressed the sides of Sayaka’s face, fingers trailing from the dhampir’s cheek to her clavicle. Tongues battled for dominance as threads of saliva hung from their lips each time they plunged and withdrew from each other’s mouth in an almost animalistic frenzy.

Sayaka’s real, she’s warm, supple, fragrant; she’s here.

The vampire was panting breathlessly while undoing the buttons of Sayaka’s tunic. Deft fingers trailed circles on the dhampir’s toned abdomen. “Stop me now.” Jurina leaned in so that their foreheads touched. A little more and she swore it was the point of no return.

“No. Tell me you want this.” Sayaka moaned as her partner sucked on the sensitive flesh just below her ear; fingernails digging into her arm and hips. Carnal desire filled her with unbearable wanting. Her hand found its way inside Jurina’s nightgown, proceeding to disrobe her. “…as much as I do.”

Jurina pushed Sayaka to the bed, falling just above the older girl forthwith. Her lips hovered over her partner’s face, her knees buried on the mattress on each side of Sayaka. “Let me lose myself in you.” She finally discarded Sayaka’s blouse and dove into her chest, leaving red marks in the wake of her kisses.

“As you wish.” Sayaka yanked Jurina, skillfully maneuvering her body so that she was now on top of the vampire. “Tonight, you won’t remember anything else.” Her fingers sank between Jurina’s thighs, stifling the vampire’s moans with feverish kisses as she worked her body senseless.

Over and over and over again, without time to think or to speak, without time to resist– waves of pleasure tore Jurina’s body apart. Her mind was a rupture of colors, her senses filled with their mingling scents, her hands fisting on the bed sheets. The vampire’s body grew hypersensitive that the mere brush of Sayaka’s fingers made her quiver.

Back arched, mouth agape, eyes tightly closed.

Her body trembling and her breathing all frantic.

Each time she rode her high, she could only moan Sayaka’s name.

Yamamoto Sayaka was her damnation.

Yamamoto Sayaka was her salvation.

Whichever it truly was, she did not seem to care anymore.

When the sun rose, their limbs were still tangled beneath the sheets. Sayaka couldn’t remember how many times they made love last night, her body ached in all the right places and love marks were scattered about on both their skins. She glanced to her side and found Jurina still sleeping. Although her strength was spent, for the first time in a very long while, Sayaka was at peace. She closed her eyes again, willing herself to submit to the lullaby of Jurina’s soft breathing.

When she awoke the second time, Jurina was watching her.

“Good morning,” the vampire greeted, a fresh flush of red tinted her cheeks.

What is she? A virgin? Sayaka almost laughed at her partner’s hesitant voice. “Good morning, are you well?” She responded.

“Why don’t you hate me?” Came Jurina’s abrupt question.

It wasn’t the best ‘morning-after’ debriefing Sayaka imagined.

“Look, I don’t feel like a rebound, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“But to suddenly ask from you this…this…” The vampire could not find it in herself to continue her own sentence.

“I wanted that…I wanted you. No more arguments.” Sayaka was always frank, never one to mince words just to appeal to others.

Jurina nodded then stared at the ceiling, “During my time in the Labyrinth, I would dream of you often. It confused me very much. Then, that night when you came for me, I was sure… I felt something strongly.”

“I don’t expect you to let go of Rena so easily. But I’m feeling what I’m feeling and it won’t disappear anytime soon.” Sayaka sighed, but her words were woven with understanding and patience. She knew how it felt to start over, to regain the feeling of your legs after a nasty fall.

“It wouldn’t be as troublesome if you hated me instead.” Suddenly, the turbulent days from the past, back when they were both still struggling to understand, more so tolerate each other, seemed less complicated.

“But I don’t. So stop stressing too much.” Sayaka shifted to her side, a bit annoyed at her partner’s brooding.

“Rena once said that she wanted me to be a ‘light’ to you.” Jurina drew closer and wrapped her right arm around Sayaka’s waist. “But it seems you’re the one who’s keeping me alive.” She buried her face on the dhampir’s back. Sayaka smelled like rain, and lilies and gunpowder.

Sayaka held Jurina’s hand on her hip. “Just get some sleep.” She interlocked their fingers. “I’ll stay in with you until noon.”

*~*~*~*

Present time: Winter

The smell of blood reeked in the air; death would finally end its long courtship.

How did it all come to this again?

Sayaka remembered being impaled by something, It was sharp and big, it came right through her ribs.

Was it a Claw? A tailbone? A fang?

Ah, we were fighting a snow leviathan conjured by The Necromancer. A mighty demon from the Book of the End.

We had him cornered, almost defeated but that devil escaped!

She felt its large tooth break through her flesh; she saw red liquid gush out of her body before collapsing. She wanted to fight, wanted to chase down the damned devil that played with life and death. But her body wouldn’t move. She couldn’t even lift a finger.

The kiss of the snow against her skin,

Jurina’s cries,

Her shaking hands;

Lingering feelings of warmth.

I saved her, I ran without even thinking…just to save her.

Sayaka lost consciousness.

There was darkness, infinite darkness like a cage that constricted her breathing. Light came to her in small flickering flashes.

“She won’t last another night.”

“You’re lying! Shut up, you’re lying!” Miyuki’s voice rang defiantly.

“Miyuki-san, please get a hold of yourself.” Now it was Miyawaki.

“Do something or I will destroy this campus. It matters not if they execute me.”

Then it was Jurina–full of rage,

Full of hurt,

Full of desperation.

“Don’t be an idiot, J.” Sayaka wanted to say, but darkness claimed her.

…

The next time the dhampir came to, she recognized the ceiling of her room. Her body felt like lead and her lungs burned. It was a pain to even try to sit up.

Her vision readjusted and she found Miyuki running immediately to her aid.

“Sayaka, don’t move too much! You’ll re-open your wounds!” She noticed the bandages all over her body, bloodstains were particularly heavier on her torso area.

“Why am I alive?” Sayaka rasped; it almost sounded like she was irritated that her demise had been undone.

Miyuki swore she would hit her servant in the face if not for the dhampir’s injuries. “Can’t you be thankful instead? You jerk!” Although her words were harsh, tears were actually welling in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to be funny…”

“Don’t. Everyone’s on the edge just to bring you back.”

“How did you do it?” Sayaka was sure it was her final curtain call. There was no hope in cheating death, and yet her she was.

“I didn’t.” Her master’s voice was firm, “Jurina revived you.”

“What is she now? The Virgin Mother?” At that, Miyuki struck the back of Sayaka’s head.

“Ow! Easy on the hemorrhage, woman!”

The human handler was furious. “She gave a fragment of her soul to save you! You unbelievable heathen!”

“It’s alright Miyuki-chan. Sayaka’s alive, it’s all that matters.” Jurina’s voice interrupted their banter, followed by the slow closing of the door. Both occupants of the room couldn’t break their gazes from the new comer.

The vampire made her way to Sayaka and Miyuki. An eerie veil of calm graced her features. Her raven hair had grown out past her shoulders and her left iris was noticeably ash grey. “You’re finally awake.” Her voice was leveled, almost frosted.

Sayaka was expecting a warm hug, a whiny chiding or some show of affection. Not this…not this empty reaction.

“Y-yo.” The dhampir greeted her with mixed feelings. If Matsui Jurina choses to put up her walls then Sayaka would respond accordingly. “Been a while Juri–” She was unable to complete her sentence.

Jurina collapsed on Sayaka’s bedside, holding onto the latter’s arm in an iron grip; as if fearing that her partner would disappear. Tears rolled down from her normal eye. “I…I missed you so much.”

Sayaka ran her fingers through the vampire’s long hair, urging her to calm down. “I’m back.” She whispered against Jurina’s ear, her voice brimming with life.

…

Vampires have a fragment of Polaris in their souls,

It allows them to use magic;

Makes them immortal.

A full squad of soldiers carried out their offensive stratagem, reaping through the hoard of Shades that came to besiege North Star Academy. Spells and curses filled the air like fireworks; gunfire and clanging of blades echoed as the creatures of darkness fell one by one against the purest of snows.

“Maintain your positions, don’t let any of them get past the gates!” Sayaka bellowed, her succeeding orders were executed in swift, precise fashion by her subordinates.

I’m a dhampir; half-vampire, half human.

An Abomination, a disgrace…a weakling.

“Woah, looks like our lonewolf has finally matured into a leader.” Miyuki teased before releasing a flurry of slashes from her enormous scythe. Heads instantly rolled from each swipe. She stood beside her servant with taunting confidence as she smirked.

They’ve called me many names.

But it didn’t break me.

“What are you doing in the front lines?!”

“I can’t miss out on all the fun, now can I?” Her master proceeded to effortlessly behead their opponents.

“Captain watch out!” One of her members casted a fire burst against a frosted claw emerging out of the snow under them.

The dhampir gave a nod of gratitude before pulling out her guns and shooting down every hostile target within her perimeter–all head shots.

My fragment is supposedly broken.

But due to some twist of fate,

A gust of wind blew past them and instantly, the Shades shattered like crystal ornaments. A familiar figure decked in an immaculate military uniform emerged out of the gale, cape drawn as if protecting someone.

A precious person gave part of her soul to save my life.

The fragment of Polaris inside me, the Black Star, has sparked anew.

“Always with the flashy entrance…” Sayaka groaned.

A bright grin was pasted on Jurina’s face. “Save some for us, guys!” Sakura stepped out of the White Knight’s cape. “Dance to your heart’s content, Master.” the vampire bowed gallantly.

Sakura nodded, her choice of weapon was a thin luminous whip which minced the Shades that tried to advance. “This is really exciting.”

Miyuki clapped, her eyes beaming with pride. “She’s growing into a nice Domina, isn’t she?”

“Don’t tell me you gave her that weapon….your fetishes scares me.” The dhampir side commented.

“Oh shut up! I’m sure Jurina’s enjoys it.”

Jurina frowned, covering her master’s ears. “Don’t say such embarrassing things, Miyuki-chan! Sakura-sama is too pure for this kind of talk!”

Miyuki couldn’t help but giggle.

Just then, a livid shriek caught their attention. All gazes were fixed on the approaching snow golem that plowed through the woods. It’s height could easily be compared to a grown Sequoia.

Sayaka and Jurina turned to their masters in perfect synchronization, as if waiting for their directive.

“Please destroy the assailant.” Sakura gave her order.

“I want it decapitated, fast.” Miyuki made a slicing gesture across her neck.

My name is Yamamoto Sayaka,

My partner is Matsui Jurina.

Both soldiers switched to full offense. They sprinted side by side, with weapons drawn, towards their target.

“Better not slow me down.” Sayaka remarked.

“You wish!”

We are soldiers, blood warriors.

We swore to protect this earth;

To destroy Shades;

Sayaka rained bullets on the fiends that tried to overwhelm them.

To hunt down The Necromancer;

To bring peace among all races.

The White Knight sliced her way through.

“This will be a feast!” Havoc boiled under Sayaka’s skin. The dhampir unsheathed a broad saber that she had customized with a gun muzzle, she had just began using it for close combat–not more than a week actually.

Jurina flicked her sword drenched in black blood. “I’m getting fired up!” The battlefield was a strong aphrodisiac after all.

They landed blow after blow against the snow golem, a barrage of assaults that brought it to its knees. The two warriors seemed like they were dancing, each hit was a continuation of a song. Some would fear that the two women were possessed, enjoying the heat of battle to their heart’s content.

Sayaka raised her free hand to the sky, as if summoning the heavens to open. Thunder rumbled, and the clouds began to swirl around her. A dhampir using elemental magic was unheard of. Then again, Yamamoto Sayaka, in her second life, was no ordinary half-blood.

The war against the darkness is upon us;

A bolt of lightning hit the golem, covering it with sparks of electric currents and flames.

And this is only the beginning.

FIN.

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