K Project Yata Misaki and Oc One-Shots

Couldn't We Fight Forever?

They were enemies. They weren't friends by any means. They didn't hang out or really talk. All they did was fight till the other was beaten too badly. Even with that she wanted to be around him. It was strange to her, this need to be with him. Maybe she just loved the thrill of the battle, being evenly matched with someone. Maybe it was the spark of flames their bodies would let out when they faced the other. She didn't know, now she feared she never will. The slate was destroyed. Her strain powers gone along with the fire of Homra. That stupid skater boy fighter lost his fire and she was alone.

She was a bounty hunter, that's how they met. Her client and his clan had targeted the same gang. She got there first and his clan wasn't pleased about it. She took out their little group single handedly and then she got that target on her back. The one that brought her so much joy when a certain member came for her.

It was a hot day when they met, she had just finished a job and was sneaking away when the skater found her. He was calm and collected as he swung a metal bat at her. She backfliped away from it and kicked it out of his hands with a smirk. That's when the games started. The easy taunting, the heart stopping battles. She always wanted a good fight and here one was, completed with a skateboard. It was amazing for her. She looked forward to every encounter, to every move they made to out match the other. When she brought out her own strain flames he looked impressed for a moment. That moment ended all too quickly but she found that she wanted to see that look again. She did too, when she pinned him to a wall for the first time. The first time they really had a moment to look at the other.

Her blood red eyes bored into his flaming hazels. They had matching smirks as their breaths mingled in an attempt to regain the lost air from their fight. Her heart skipped a beat as she took him in, boyish looking yes, but very strong as well. He was lean, toned, and quite the fighter. His beanie shadowed his eyes making them glint in the dim light of the alley, chestnut hair sticking to his neck from all the sweat. She felt this yearn in her to close the distance, a very forgien feeling. It threw her off for a small moment, all she knew was fighting so what was this? She listened to the need, but not in the correct way as her forehead connected with his causing them to stumble apart. She took his confusion as a chance to vanish and he was left alone with a pounding headache in an alley.

They kept meeting and fighting for years, the boy becoming a man and the girl becoming a woman. One day when he had her pinned, a rare occurrence, he noted something squishy pressing against his chest. That's when he realized she was female, well he always knew how scantily dressed she was but when did she develop like this? He remembered when her chest didn't even begin to fill out that tube top she called a shirt, now it barely contained them. He flattered for a moment embarrassed by the thoughts. She was smart though, used it to her advantage and pressed closer to him causing him to let out a not so manly yelp and she vanished from his sight. He sighed, he let her gender distract him for the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

They had all kinds of encounters, her favorite that she recounted laying on her bed reminiscing about their odd relationship was when they needed to work together. The blues had them unexpectedly cornered during one of their many fights. All it took was one look and a nod before fire boomed from their usual alley. Blues went flying and they used it to casually step out of the alley together, back to back ready to go. It was an amazing fight taking out the blues together. He was a red after all, and she was a free roaming strain. Blues hated them both. They knew each other's fighting styles well by this point where they could compliment the other. She'd slice them and throw them off balance with her dagger and well aimed attacks and he'd send them flying with his trusty metal bat. When the fight was finished they nodded at the other before running off.