Sumire sighed in relief as Gin, Vodka, Vermouth and Kir finally go back, leaving only Rei and herself standing infront of the house with the blonde agent's white RX-7 parked in the side of the road. She glanced at the remaining agent on sight, remaining herself that Cupid finally did took back his arrows before turning to the left to go back to where she's currently staying at now that she's back in the organization.
She thought of the past of when she was technically known to the organization's branch as the Queen of Spades or as the main organization knew as Rosé, a title she got after easily climbing through the ranks in a short span of two months with Kaizer Huntford's help as King of Spades.
"I'm sorry." Was what brought the woman back to reality, her eyes traveling over to the man who now stood a few steps behind her as her tracks came into a stop. His own eyebrows shot up in surprise at the words that left his mouth, the both of them what knowing the reason as to why he even uttered those out in the first place.
"I-Isn't everything the guy's fault?" His question left Sumire wondering why and how the thought even got into his mind and worse is that, it only added more weight to the already heavy tension between them. The female agent eyebrows knitted in confusion as it was fairly obvious that he's not even in the wrong for ignoring her, even her is not that oblivious to not know she is all her fault.
"You didn't do anything, Furuya-san." She weakly let out before continuing on her way, not exactly used to walking instead of driving her own vehicle. Sumire slowed down her actions, desperately hoping for Rei to call for her once again but she heard nothing of sort and so, she quickly turned on the corner.
She soon reached the busy intersection in Ginza with her hand covering her nose that starts to bleed due to the high blood pressure from earlier, quickly walking down to the train station to catch the train back to Tokyo where Fukuda Ren's - who had to actually know her real job to help her with excuses and all - younger unidentical twin sister is currently residing at.
She inserted her spare key into the keyhole and proceeded to open the door, her co-worker's sister quickly pulling on her wrist to bring her inside their currently shared apartment. The whole place looked as if a storm went over it, some books scattered around the floor, empty containers of cup noodles piling up in some corner and even the desk near the floor where she sleeps at are full of scattered papers.
"How's work?" Fukuda Rena excitedly asked after lightly pushing the actually younger woman on the cheap sofa located in some corner on their one room apartment before handing her some tissue paper for her nose. Sumire sighed in exhausion before pulling off her blood stained mask, revealing her bare face and short brown braided hair. She stared at the plain beige wall infront of her before turning to face the older woman with a blank expression on her face, sighing as she gently stood up.
"Scary." Sumire stated as she took off her blazer - letting it fall on the lone sofa they have, taking a sit on the floor with her back leaning against the wall on her floor space before burying her face in her arms in exhaustion in hoping to calm her nerves and avoid the conversation Rena is brewing.
"Insomnia messing with you again?" Rena asked in worry, feeling sorry for the brunette who stayed awake the past few days writing manuscripts that now scattered throughout the room with scratches and tears. Sumire just stayed in her position and ignored the other woman when she felt a migraine coming. The ravenette sighed before picking up one of Sumire's manuscript from the floor, scanning over the writing that tells the story of two lovers... A genre Sumire finds most challenging, hence as to why she couldn't write even a whole paragraph.
"Your handwriting looks like newspaper print..." Rena stated, gawking at the almost non-humane writing on the paper. She continued to scan through the words until her eyes caught sight of a dialogue Sumire scratched and scratched repeatedly, not seeming to be pleased with any of what she had written so far. It's as though the more the brunette stare at her art, the more she resent it as if finding even the tiniest things like a small ink smudge to be such shameful mistake.
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Fanfiction"How rude! How dare you think of Furuya-san in that way--" Kazami Yuya exclaimed, walking up infront of the female federal agent before attemping to stare her down. She clenched her fists and about to hit the short haired male straight in the face b...
