I am thankful that Cherry Blossom Cookie let me have alone time. I had fear that she may have felt poorly about something she didn't do or thought I may have tired of her... Ho ho, I should know better by now! She doesn't have enough negativity in her dough for that thought to even cross her mind! ...Heh. I don't know if the love will ever be mutual, and I know it'll never leave me... But I think that may be fine. As long as I still have her to trust...
But I do wonder... What I said about the negativity... Just how much does she have in her? I've certainly never seen her get angry, but I've only been paying much attention to anything she does for approximately a week. Then again, a week without anger is still a damn long time, especially without it feeling ingenuine. ...She did get a bit uncomfortable when I mentioned the possibility of her friend coming under harm, now that I think about it. I don't know how she'd react if that actually happened...
...I'm not even sure why I'm debating this. It's not as it's going to matter-
"YOU!"
AH-! ...What on Earthbread just-?! ...Oh. Purple Yam Cookie... That soulless, screaming, irredeemable, violent husk of a being that he is... Ugh, figures...
"That wasn't very polite! Or pleasant..." I whimper. "What do you want from me?!"
"You have done TOO MUCH!" he screams. "TOO MANY have fell victim to YOUR CRIMES!"
"...What?! What do you mean, you lavender dolt?!"
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL! Do NOT play coy!"
"I- If I've really committed these so-called 'crimes' tell me what they are! Right now!"
"YOU'RE FUCKIN' DEFLECTING! All that will get you is DELAY to the INEVITABLE!"
"I will not concede! If you want to see me crumble, you need a reason, and I do NOT fear you!"
"I GAVE you my reason! NOW I'M DONE TALKING!" He raises his weapon. Well, now's the time to prepare-
"DO. NOT."
That voice... Is that Cherry Blossom Cookie? No way...
"WHO DARES!" Purple Yam Cookie screams.
Both my head and his shift over to where the voice came from and... Yes, that is definitely her. She's hovering in the sky with her parasol, and staring down at Purple Yam Cookie. Her eyes seem like they're glowing red, dimly lighting the night sky...
And she looks enraged.
"Look at you..." she begins. "About to beat someone for something she clearly hasn't done and refusing to explain yourself sufficiently. And what's the fuck is YOUR motivation?! Is it naught but your lust for battle?! Tch! The NERVE! You DISGUST me!"
"Well, well, well!" Purple Yam Cookie shouts back. "If it isn't the PICNIC GIRL! Since when did YOU grow fangs?! HA!"
"I may almost never bare them, but I've always had them, boy! And they won't let me sit by and allow you to beat someone! ESPECIALLY not someone I care for!"
"...This bitch is your FRIEND?! ...THIS BITCH IS YOUR FRIEND?! OOOOOH, YOU DONE DID IT NOW!"
"Oh, did I now?! SHOW ME, THEN, DAMMIT!"
"BRING IT ON!"
I so desperately want to say something to put an end to this, but... I'm frozen in shock. Watching Cherry Blossom Cookie freak out in genuine, vulgar anger was so different from how she regularly is that it felt... surreal. How will she hold up in battle, though...?!
As Purple Yam Cookie runs towards the still airborne Cherry Blossom Cookie, she holds her free hand in front of her, and a rain of cherry blossoms fires from around her arm at him. Not a single one appears to miss contact with him, and his run slows as he winces in pain.
"COME- augh- COME DOWN FROM THERE, COWARD!" he screams.
She doesn't vocally respond but instead closes her parasol to descend so fast she's near untrackable and whacks him with the parasol as soon as she touches the grass. If the knockback from the blow was an indication, it was a damn powerful blow. She continues to attack him, using the parasol like a sword, and majestically combines swings with it and with kicks without giving him a single opportunity to strike, like a one-sided fight scene in an animated film. I simply sat where I was, watching with my mouth and eyes held ajar the whole time.
When the final blow from her combination of attacks was dealt, Purple Yam Cookie staggers back. He was clearly in immense pain, but he still seemed to have the vigor to fight.
"I won't... back down...!" he says. "YAM WHIRLWIND!" He then spins around, forming a tornado around him, coloring the wind a deep mauve. At this point, my awe has begun to fade into concern. I really don't want her to get hurt, but I feel powerless to do anything...!
Cherry Blossom Cookie jumps backward, throws her parasol aside, and then yells out, "No whirlwind will protect you! THE WINDS BLOW MY WAY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She's put both hands in front of her, and... violent winds begin to move along with her?! She's controlling the wind with her hands! Where on Earthbread did she obtain this ability...?! It's... seeming to blow through his whirlwind, disabling him, and he's fallen to the ground. He's trying to crawl away, but after picking her parasol back up, she steps on his groin, stopping his movement, and my concern fades away permanently.
"Concede now!" she passionately. "I never want to see you in my vision again, beast!"
"N-n-never..." Purple Yam Cookie responds.
"Tch. Still no MANNERS! GROW YOURSELF SOME RESPECT!"
After saying that, Cherry Blossom Cookie pushes her foot down, and twists it- OH... Oh dear, that noise... That couldn't have felt good...! Purple Yam Cookie appears to fall unconscious, and she appears to let out a massive sigh of relief. She then walks towards me.
"It's over now, dear," she tells me. "Are you alright?"
"...Yes, I'm fine," I respond. "My back hurts, but... I'm fine."
"Goodness, what a heartless bastard that man is... Let's head to my place. I'll take care of you, darling."
"...Sounds phenomenal. I can always trust you~"
"...I hope so."
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Role Reversal (Kumiho Cookie x Cherry Blossom Cookie)
Fanfic(These characters belong to DEVSISTERS.) "Anyone who catches even a glimpse of Kumiho Cookie will instantly fall in love." That's what is said about her, and that has been mostly true. Although saying that would be an exaggeration, almost anyone who...
