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“Why is our first date at a morgue?”
Kyoko decides to bite as they enter through the old building’s doors. The God of Death roamed these halls and Kyoko encountered him often enough as it was; she didn’t enjoy seeking him out on purpose. She turns to her companion, Enoshima Junko, who’s hardly paying attention and looking at her phone feed instead. If it wasn’t for the vice grip on Kyoko’s wrist they would have assumed she had no qualms about this date. Junko glances up like it’s an inconvenience before sighing and putting her phone away.
“You’ll see.”
“That’s not a good answer.”
“Did you expect anything more?” Junko says, teasingly as her grip tightens. Kyoko internally takes a breath.
(They didn’t but really, they’d like a hint.)
“Oh, I know that look. You want a hint? This is the first of three dates.”
That didn’t help at all. Kyoko glances around the frigid trays of where many bodies lay. How Junko broke in, Kyoko didn’t know. As for why she wasn’t arresting her, she didn’t know that either. She refuses to investigate it. They barely react as Junko pushes her toward a specific tray. The detective turns back to her and raises an eyebrow, clearly wanting some sort of explanation. It’s a staredown for a moment, and Kirigiri swears she hears something inside that tray. They remain motionless, taking satisfaction in the way Junko groans and whines in frustration. Now it was a fair battle.
“Open it! Don’t be difficult!”
“You weren’t clear. How was I supposed to know that?” Kyoko asks, the ghost of a smirk gracing her lips. Junko glowers and Kirigiri stares blankly. They then approach the tray, but stand to the opposite as she opens it. They have a feeling something was to happen and she has a good inkling of what it might be.
She’s right, because Ikusaba jumps out from the tray, missing Kyoko and hitting a rolling cart, crashing onto her back and groaning. Kyoko looks up to Junko with a hint of amusement that is reflected in the fashionista’s eyes. Junko pouts, shoving Mukuro with her boot.
“You didn’t hear her step aside? What a waste of a prank.” Junko says, but she’s grinning, because she’d seen Kyoko’s shoulders lurch anyway, even before the sleuth or soldier had even realized it.
“You brought me here just to prank me, then? I’m assuming there’s no date.” Kyoko says, which Junko giggles and skips over at, cupping her face.
“Of course it’s a date. Just not in the way you’re thinking. God, do you even have a creative bone in your body? It’s okay. Watch. Hey, Muku, why don’t you give me an idea?”
Mukuro sits on her knees, bruised, “We could shove her in the tray next time.” She suggests. Junko smiles, walking over and patting her head.
“What a spectacular idea! Write that down.”
“Really?”
“No.That’s so fucking stupid.” Junko says, pushing her back over, “Now go home, I can deal with my precious cargo on my own.”
Kyoko watches the elder twin approach and turns back to Junko, who’s got a possessive hand on their hip. They do the same to her shoulder absentmindedly, to Junko’s pleasure, before letting go and pushing her on instinct, by an unseen influence (or maybe she’s beside her, grinning) back into the tray. Seeing her vision, Junko shuts the tray and holds it closed with her boot, grinning at the lavender-haired girl. Junko yanks Kyoko by the braid and pulls her into a kiss.
“I’ll like her when she’s dead.” Junko huffs, looking over to the sleuth once more, “I’d rather study you instead.”
They’re broken apart by a bang, Mukuro’s yelp following as the source is obvious. Junko’s quick to hold it shut.
“Dumbass! You can’t come out yet; we’re having hardcore sex!” She hisses, taking joy in Kyoko’s face burning crimson. Kyoko clears her throat and shoves Junko’s shoulder.
“No, we are not.. doing that. But it seems the door is jammed.” Kirigiri explains, sticking a hairpin in the lock to jam it purposefully, “We’ll get you out of there, promise.” She says, before gripping Junko’s hand and dragging her out of the room.
“We’re not seriously gonna leave her there all night, are we? That’s.. that’s..” Junko’s face twists into a grin and she pulls Kirigiri into another kiss, “That’s evil. I like you.”
(“Guys!”)
“I thought you might like it.” Kyoko mumbles, “How about.. you and I make this first date worth something?” She hums.
“As if I’d pummel you. You’re too delicate.” Junko replies, gripping her hip again, “Why don’t you prove it to me in the back of a cab?”
(“Junko? Can I come out yet?”)
Strangely, Kyoko doesn’t seem fazed and Junko finds she wants to study and break her as much as possible. The sleuth yanks her into a kiss as the mortuary is forgotten and they tumble into the back of a cab together, one of both of them threatening the driver to take the long way back.
(“Seriously, I need the bathroom..”)
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By the time they get back home, they’re both half-dressed, covered in bruises and Kyoko did attempt to choke Junko to death, so they’re pretty banged up. They stumble out of the cab together, Kirigiri paying the cab driver double as she turns to Junko, and wipes the last of her lipstick off with her glove. Junko grins, mascara down her cheeks, hugging Kyoko tightly she’s sure her spine will break.
“Ugh, come on, you’re doing me properly on my bed.” Junko says, dragging her into the apartment. Kyoko grins lightly, nipping her sore neck, to which she slaps her backside, “Down. Not yet.”
This might not be the studying either of them intended on doing tonight, but right now to them it didn’t matter all that much. It makes Junko grin thinking of all the blackmail and Kyoko smirk at the buttons she knows to push for a reaction. Just as long as this doesn’t spark too much in her, right?
…right?