THE BLACK WIDOW OF TOKYO | TOKYO REVENGERS AU

| 09 |

Piles of black matter clump up on the floor. It oozes at every corner of my small bedroom. Enough to suffocate me and the girls.

The black matters are in fact: my clothes.

I own a lot of black clothing that it makes Nikki spew rainbows on me. By spew, I mean NAGGING AT ME ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

"NIKKI DON'T TOUCH THAT. IT'S THE ONLY BLACK CLOTHING I LOVE. I WEAR THAT LITERALLY ALL THE TIME." Nikki picked up a plain black t-shirt, stuffing it into a plastic bag. She swoops up some more across the floor. her arm acting like a scooper.

She put on her hands on her hip with the other arm hanging the shirts. She sighs and rolled her eyes. "You said that to the black leather jacket before. I've never seen this much darkness in my entire life."

"No shit. I'm like, feeling Miki's angst all over me. Ugh." Vicky lightly brushes and digs out the pile next to the sofa. She scrunched her nose making a disgusted expression while pinching a sports bra up the air.

Inspecting it, I immediately called out."Oi! That's my favorite bra. Won me lots of matches. Also, collect lotta sweats quite good." Upon hearing this, she quickly throws it across the room. "WHY DIDN'T YOU OPEN YOUR TRAP SOONER. I HAD TO TOUCH YOUR SKIN JUICE." She exclaimed with a disgusted contorted face.
I immediately burst into laughter. I made sure to put every evil intent in my laughter. That's what you get for complaining.

Among the dozen piles Vicky dug up, a wild Mio appears.

"Help. Dirty. Can't. Move" Her voice was muffled with all the clothes covering her body except her head. The black clothing surrounding her made her face look likes it floating. Adding her black mask to the pile, I could only see her eye blinking rapidly.

I watch helplessly as Nikki continues to shove a bunch of t-shirt into the plastic bag. My heart cracked a bit as Nikki gave her a final shove. The plastic puffs up.
The thing can be a bean bag. I reach out hoping that it would magically come flying back into my hands. All I can feel was heat radiating from Nikki. "Remember. We're donating these. We're not just getting rid of it."

Yeah yeah as if they're going to dress kids with monotone colors. Kids like colorful stuff, don't they? Letting those kids wear my clothes would be a nightmare. It would be Halloween for the caregivers every day.

"Aren't my clothes too big?" I scratch my head. After all, we're donating to kids, not teenagers.  Nikki proceed to work her toward a bunch of packed plastic bags and inspected them. "All of these are either too small or..." She picks a horrible attempt t-shirt crop top. I was feeling a little creative back then and decided to do some fashion. Wasn't for me."Interesting. Guys, I think you should keep scissors away from Miki"

My back was aching and the room was chill. It's finally winter. The perfect time for hot cocoa.

I cross my arms warming my chest. I remembered that Nikki bought groceries on her way here. Although she told everyone she's making curry, There is a chance that cocoa powder is in there. "Imma grab something for the kitchen. The chilly weather making me want some hot cocoa." The girls turn their heads at me as I call out. "Make one for everyone." Nikki called back across the room.

The grocery bag rustles loudly as I rummage inside finding the one thing that would solve my 99 problems. There it is. Deep beneath the potatoes.

I proceed to heat the pot, adding the ingredients for hot cocoa. then, a beep was rung out.

Shit. I forgot I was doing laundry.

"Somebody take out my clothes from the washing machine. My hands are full." I called out to the girls.