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She was breathless, taking special care to not let her chest move too much, for she was on stage. The blaring lights made her shine beautifully. Ryumi looks to her left to Celine. Her sister is beaming beautifully. It makes her smile all the brighter. She leans back slightly to see Zoe also grinning ear to ear. It was their first ever concert. And it went perfectly.
They quickly do their walk-off with waving and smiles to the hoard of screaming and cheering fans. The girls all, as soon as they are out of sight, squeal and begin jumping and hugging.
“We did it!!” Zoe squeals, interlocking her fingers with the other two's.
“Zoe, you sounded incredible! You did your choreography perfectly!!” Ryumi compliments, giving a gentle squeeze to her friend's hand. “And Celine- you were absolutely glowing!”
“Yeah! You both did incredible!” Zoe agrees.
“We did incredible!” Celine pauses. “But yeah I did pretty good, huh?” The girls all laugh.
Ryumi takes a deep breath, still smiling and red from dancing.
Ryumi puts the photo down onto the mantle. She wipes some dust from the top of it, and grins at its cleanliness. With a quick flick of her braid, she turns and sits down with Zoe on the couch.
“AAAaahhhHhhhhhHhhHhHhhhhh… oh yeah. That's the stuff..!” Ryumi sinks into the comfort of the cushions.
Zoe giggles. “Im so glad you kept that photo!” She glances back at it, perfect on the mantle. “Sometimes when things get stressful, I like to sit down with it and remember that night. It helps remind me why we are doing all of this.” She puts her manga down to lay her head on Ryumi's lap.
“Yeah.” She looks at it again. She takes a deep inhale and kicks her shoes off. Just as she does, the honmoon ripples through the walls. She groans, and Zoe does as well. “But I just sat down!”
The door bursts open, and Celine stands in the frame. “Up! We've got demons to hunt.” She holds her glowing staffs, hair tied up and makeup half done. Zoe jumps up and forms her kusarigama quickly. Ryumi flips over the couch (to show off) and forms her hwandudaedo. The girls clink their weapons together in a makeshift fistbump fashion before racing through the doors to kill some demons.
They arrive at the largest city in Korea, and walk through a parking lot. The cars shine in the sunlight.
It's strange… Ryumi thinks. Demons don't usually come out in the day. The girls hold their weapons as they scour the lot for the demons.
“Don't forget, girls. We need to make this quick. We have our flight to our next concert venue in a few hours.” Celine reminds.
Ryumi cringes. She totally forgot it was so soon! She still needs to pack!
Celine notices the cringe. “You forgot?!” She exclaims, lowering the staffs.
“What?!?!” Zoe chokes.
Ryumi face palms. “Well- I just- uhm…”
Tap tap tap.
The girls all raise their weapons faster than the snap of a finger.
“We can talk about your forgetfulness later, Ryumi.” Celine says through grits teeth. “Let's focus on this demon.”
Tap tap tap… The girls form a tight circle and rotate around. Tap tap tap tap tap…. Tap…
The girls yelp as a car flies overhead and plummets at them. Ryumi cuts it in half with her sword. Zoe and Celine leap forward and tackle the demon to the ground. It squeals and raises its hands up. Zoe stabs it and it fades away. Ryumi looks at the cars that are now smashed to smithereens because of that demon. She growls.
“Didn't even have the guts to fight us itself! Had to throw a CAR at us?! Not rad!” Zoe shakes her head disapprovingly.
“This one was probably alone. Let's get out of here before someone sees us!” Celine jumps over a car and races away quicker than Ryumi was expecting. Zoe laughs at the comedic effect, before following suit.
Before Ryumi can follow, she gets a prickle on the back of her neck. She spins around, sword raised high. Nothing.
She lowers the sword, but doesn't follow the girls. She steps forward, about to inspect a car before her.
“RYUMIIIII!!!!!” Zoe screams. “COME OOOOONNN!!! WE ARE WATCHING A MOVIE BEFORE WE LEAVE FOR THE FLIGHT!!”
Ryumi smiles as her shoulders relax. “COMING!!” She screams back.
She leaves, still wondering if she really heard what she thought heard, or felt what she thought she felt.