Bittersweet (SeikoXRuruka)

	The cracks in the glass grew erratically; each thunderous impact of the demon’s claws echoing through both cavernous chamber and claustrophobic booth. The mutated girl hissed hateful breaths with every strike; her gaze firmly locked upon the cowering confectioner. The rhythm quickened as the bittersweet memories that tied them together flared in both minds, the old rivalry and lost friendship fuelling the insidious need for vengeance. Black sclera and slate grey iris shared the pain of betrayal, adrenaline fuelled hearts beating together like orchestral drums, and as the glass shattered the same thought crossed both minds; “Where did it all go wrong?”

	Seiko Kimura landed inelegantly, the curtain of silvery hair settling around her. She snarled, twisted fangs bared, and slowly fixed her sights upon her frozen friend. Ruruka Ando quivered as the last few shards of glass scattered with a light tinkle before her voice returned and she let out a single scream. She lunged for the door, squeaking with fright as a gnarled claw embedded itself in the frame; cracks riddling the solid wall. Seiko’s enhanced muscles bulged and twisted as her monstrous form loomed over the confectioner. Scraps of cheap fur and pink fabric flew wild as her claws ripped and tore, exposing the pale, nubile flesh beneath. Ruruka’s shriek of protest was cut short as another talon-tipped hand dashed forward and latched itself around her throat; pinning the petite girl to wall. Her delicate fingers clawed at the strangling hold, her breath shallow and laboured, as she choked out a single whimpering plea: “S-seiko… please… we were friends…”

	“Friends?” Seiko growled, her grip tightening. “You used me!” Her voice wavered and limbs trembled as memories of happier days rushed past. Hot, wet trails fell down her cheeks as Ruruka’s struggles grew weaker and weaker. “You always used me!” She roared, raising her arm to deliver the final blow.

	The crack of a gunshot heralded silence. Seiko’s head whipped around, staring past the barrel and to the hardened stare of Izayoi. He slowly cocked the hammer. They both knew he didn’t need to, but it said enough; the next shot would not be a warning. Slowly, carefully, the pharmacist’s hold loosened; Ruruka gasping and coughing as she dropped unsteadily to her feet. Her hands crossed her body as she hid her exposed underwear with an uncharacteristic blush. Izayoi’s finger stayed firmly on the trigger, even as Seiko slowly stepped backwards, her laboured breath slowing gently. The blacksmith’s hand slowly descended.

	In an instant, Seiko’s claws wrapped again about Ruruka; pulling her in front of the enhanced pharmacist like a shield. The confectioner shrieked as muscular arms tightened around her body, a moment of panicked realisation crossing her lover’s face as their traitorous friend threw herself back through the shattered glass; dragging Ruruka screaming into the shadowy depths while the powerless Izayoi could only stare.

***

	Ruruka shakily stood, the remaining scraps of her jacket and skirt tumbling off of her bruised body. She could barely see anything in the dark, damp underbelly of the building. Everything ached. Everything hurt. But she was still alive; and she knew why. She stumbled forward, shivering in the cool air, and dropped to her knees beside Seiko. The pharmacist groaned, exhaustedly pulling herself from the cracked concrete with recently re-sized limbs. Her back burnt with pain and her skin erupted in goosebumps with the cold that seeped through the tattered remains of her jacket and stockings. The two of them knelt together, whimpering and panting, their feud briefly forgotten amidst the relief of survival.

	“You… crazy bitch…” Ruruka said finally, shivering in her ruined underwear. Her hands tried and failed to compensate for the ripped cotton. “You almost killed us both!”

	“Y-you’re one t-to talk about killing… t-traitor!” Seiko meekly growled, refusing eye contact. She winced as pain lanced through her shoulders.

	“If anyone is the traitor it’s you!” Came the indignant reply. “You’d know how to mix these stupid sleeping drugs. And you already have a history of setting people up!”

	“I-I didn’t-“

	“Yes you did!” Ruruka cried, hands balling into white-knuckled fists. “You’re the only one who could have! You ruined everything!” She shook as years of rage slowly poured themselves into her; the mental anguish replacing the physical pain. “I knew I couldn’t trust someone who hated my sweets…”

	“I-I don’t hate th-them… I just c-can’t-” The sharp crack of flesh hitting flesh sounded throughout the drafty chamber. Seiko’s wide eyes slowly turned to stare unbelieving at Ruruka’s tear-stained face through the mess of silver hair that draped itself between them.
	“Stop lying!” The confectioner’s voice cracked. Her hand burnt as the flesh turned red. “Why do you always lie?!”

	“I... never… lied!” Seiko screamed, her own slender hand striking Ruruka’s delicate features; a few sparkling tear drops flying from both faces. They stared at each other with mirrored expressions of indignant rage and mournful tears.

	Ruruka lunged first, barrelling Seiko to the ground. Venomous insults and shrieks echoed between them as they struggled and scrapped against one another on the shattered floor. The remnants of a jacket were torn away. Nails scratched at pale flesh. Silvery hair was viciously yanked and pulled. Lips locked tightly together; tongues angrily writhing against one another as hands roamed across lithe and petite body alike. Seiko squeaked as Ruruka bit her neck, before forcing a similar yelp from her attacker with a hard slap against the pink-haired confectioner’s small arse. They pulled each other closer, skin meeting skin as they furiously invaded each other’s mouths. Ruruka’s nimble fingers dove low to unbuckle and rip away more and more of the tattered clothing that clung to the pharmacist’s body; rapidly exposing the plain bra and panties that lay beneath.

	The slender body shook with a muffled whimper as her rival’s thigh ground against her crotch. Shaking hands quickly stripped the pink cotton from Ruruka’s chest; a pang of jealousy sounding in her lust-addled mind as she roughly kneaded and fondled the modest breasts. The confectioner shuddered as fingers pinched and rolled her hardened nipples, holding her moan with a bitten lip as she pressed her smooth thigh harder against the rapidly moistening fabric of Seiko’s panties. She cried out as she felt her friend’s thigh press into her; heat building in her cheeks and nethers as scolding flesh rubbed along her cunt. She tore Seiko’s hands from her chest and held them aside, her teeth tearing at the shredded bra until she could suckle and nip at the dark buds.

	Seiko screamed, her legs tightening around Ruruka’s and her hips instinctively grinding along the wonderful pressure. She shook and moaned as the trained tongue lapped and flicked and teeth tugged against her sensitive nipples. She could feel the sodden fabric press into her folds; teasing waves of pleasure wracking her exhausted muscles. She closed her eyes, gorging herself on the sensations for a few wonderful seconds, before drawing on what strength she could muster. With a whimper of exertion she rolled the two of them to the side; forcing Ruruka onto her back. Silver hair draped over both writhing bodies. Seiko’s mouth latched upon an exposed breast, mimicking the same violent teasing she had endured, as her slender hand dove beneath moistened fabric to brush along the shaved cunt.

	The petite girl moaned aloud as Seiko’s fingers slipped inside her, a hand instinctively pressing the suckling head closer to her chest. Ruruka squirmed amidst the sea of grey as another digit descended, rubbing its fingertip along sensitive spots hidden deep within. Whimpers and gasps erupted from her as Seiko’s thumb flicked across her clit; her back arching and her eyes rolling back as more and more wonderful pressure built inside her. “S-seiko…” She begged, her hands gripping the long locks and slowly tugging them upwards. Ruruka sighed as the slender girl slid herself back up to face her; their lips locking once again and tongues dancing. Ruruka’s hands ran themselves along the shaking Seiko: one palming a perky breast whilst the other slipped inside the plain panties to rub along her sodden nethers; the trimmed hair tickling her palm.

	The two bodies arched and pressed together as fingers squirmed and explored soaking depths; limbs shaking, hearts pounding and muffled moans meeting amidst long, passionate kisses. As one pace quickened so did the other, forcing greater and greater retaliation as they fought to bring the other to the height of pleasure. Their dancing digits faltered and kisses broke apart, their breath grew shallow and needy, their bodies squirming and pressing against one another as the heat of arousal pulsed in their hearts and loins. Neither noticed who tumbled over the edge first; the shuddering, tensing pleasure of one forced the other to tumble with them and their screams echoed through the broken building as their bodies wracked with orgasmic spasms.

	The counter hit zero and the sleeping drug slowly entered. Neither Seiko nor Ruruka noticed; so exhausted were they that their bruised and battered bodies and minds had settled to sleep together; entangled in each other’s limbs with slow, satisfied breath tickling the other’s face as they rested upon the soft bed of Seiko’s hair.