Post by Fulfillment on Sept 26, 2015 11:34:56 GMT -5
The door pushed open noiselessly, well oiled joints giving no forewarning of her approach. Stepping into the gloom of the laboratory she took a quick scan of the room itself, eyes settling on the small form of a woman leaning against a nearby table. Shadows clung like spidersilk to the walls, splashed haphazardly across the concrete floor away from the fairy ball of flickering light that illuminated the woman's workspace and that alone.
It was late, the hours spread between night and morning, meeting somewhere in the middle. A time of general exhaustion, and yet Kiriko had known that her target would still be awake. Even now, in the muddled moments when the entire world had fallen asleep, leaving their protected minds free to drift and dream. Takasugi had trouble with her dreams though, just as vividly as she had when first released from the Maggot's Nest. And the other woman was perhaps the only other person to know that Kiriko too pushed herself to watchful wakefulness at times like these, when the night sky pressed down all around you as if it was trying to blot out your very existence.
Takasugi was still working, her long delicate fingers tracing lines across parchment, a scribble of notes splayed out beside her. She moved with the dull ache of ancient wounds, as if only in the absence of peering eyes could she admit to herself just how broken she truly was.
Kiriko didn't see the girl that way. Not truly, for while there were certainly cracks in her fine veneer the soul was bigger than all of that. Takasugi was the innocent that Kiriko strove to protect, the tiny pearl clamped tight between clam shells. She had been an assignment handed off from one Captain to his Lieutenant, and yet the bond had been immediate. Flourishing like seeds planted in loamy soil. They were too painfully similar to have avoided each other, too agonizingly different to have kept apart.
It helped that Takasugi was publically hidden from the wider eyes of the community. Many hadn't seen her for months now. It helped that Kiriko could view these nightly meetings as secrets. No one had to know that their Captain was creeping away in the shadows of midnight to find solace in a broken little wind-up girl. If it was only between Takasugi and herself, then it really had nothing to do with anyone else. And that was how she needed it to be. Safe, secure, the only time when Captain Chinda Kiriko was allowed to be Kiriko – a woman with a friend. No murderous task there to linger behind dark eyes, no heavy weight pressing her forward to some ignoble future.
Kiriko kept her body tightly coiled in the doorway, watching several long seconds as Takasugi puttered around the lab. Those doll-like hands were so steady and sure of themselves, the knowledge never escaping that mind despite years of mental torture meant to transform her soul into a sieve. No matter what battered at the doors of Takasugi's heart, she had always been an efficient and brilliant poisoneer. It was ostensibly what had allowed for her release back into society. Though Kiriko knew the truth of the matter.
No one so pure should have to suffer such a fate as the Maggot's Nest. And while she knew it was an evil turn indeed to keep the woman locked up in her office all this time, her own secret reprieve, Kiriko was well aware that this was a cage that Ayumi herself had constructed. The bars forged for a particular purpose, for all that it still failed to ease that battered heart.
Having drunk her fill of watching the other woman unawares, Kiriko glided away from the safety of secrecy, piercing the veil of light so that she stood just close enough to quietly assert herself into the scene. Hands fluttered like oddly excitable birds, before she smoothed her long blood red sleeves and settled into stillness. Those painfully direct eyes never leaving her target, staring fiercely as she waited for the other woman to turn and meet her gaze.
“Takasugi-san,” there was a heedless yearning in the name, a sort of headlong tumbling that left her grasping for connection. She had long ago thrown her heart wide open when it came to this woman, and there was no time now to bar the doors. She needed her. And Ayumi needed Kiriko in return. It was a mutual existence, the two of them unable to fully function without the other, and that was the only way in which this was permissible. This darkest of connections, the bond that kept Kiriko from simply throwing away her humanity and swallowing the key.
For she knew, without a doubt, just how Ayumi would look at her if Kiriko were ever to fully lose herself to the taint inside, piercing beneath the skin to the rotten core of her soul. Takasugi was too innocent to bear the weight of Kiriko's pain, and yet beneath that shell were hairline fractures. Pure she might be, but Takasugi has seen the darkest pits of the earth, been enveloped by humanity at its worse. Kiriko would do anything to avoid having her friend look at her with those wide doe eyes, trying with all her heart to forgive Kiriko's transgressions. If Ayumi ever lost the ability to forgive her, then it would truly be over. Kiriko would have fallen too far. For only in the eyes of the best of them could she feel that her goals were still justified.
She could not bear to lose this too, as well as everything else that had made up her world before the purge.
WC: 952 | GP: 19 | Total GP: 19