[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
[Spoilers for Rosanna's bond story ahead - kinda.]
[Note: this two-parter does not exactly follow the desired criteria of the story request that was made. I've decided there will be a third part under a different title sometime in the future. For now, these two parts only exist to further help me build up to the desired scenes, but hopefully what I have here will suffice for the time being~]
What did I tell you, Commander-kun? You're mine and only mine.
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There is harsh silence.
Sakura's crimson hues stay absorbed in the sight of you, even as Rosanna and Moran stand by in plain disbelief at what they're seeing. As Sakura nonchalantly strokes the side of your face, you struggle to turn your head, your eyes straining to find the other two Nikkes.
"Mister." Rosanna's voice.
"Sakura, what's going on?" Moran's.
When you realize Sakura isn't going to respond to them, you open your mouth to speak. Only then does Sakura's finger press softly against your lips, hushing you. You gaze into her eyes, finding a wildly burning lust. A spark that will never die out. A sensation with no end.
"Hush, Commander-kun," she whispers, her finger leaving your lips so that she may stroke your face once more. "Pay them no mind."
"Alright, someone better start talking," Rosanna speaks up. "I know damn well you're not trying to seduce Mister. Start talking!" The gentle clicks of her high heels atop wooden flooring fills the silence as she steps further within the room.
But before she can get too far...
Bang.
A gunshot rings out just inches from your face. Your eyes warily snap to Sakura's outstretched arm, her fingers clasping the trigger of a pistol. A wisp of hot smoke trickles out from the barrel, and it's now that you notice Sakura's eyes are no longer on you — but rather the hole in the floor created by her bullet. A hole right next to Rosanna's foot.
One or two inches to the right and Rosanna wouldn't be able to walk.
The Nikke freezes in her tracks, her two-tone hair falling over her eyes as she stares down at the bullet in the wood. It juts out barely into sight, a shimmering golden dart.
Rosanna's eyes lift from the bullet to Sakura's eyes. "You shot at me?"
"Don't take another step," Sakura demands.
"You shot at me?"
"I know what you did, Rosanna. I know what you did with Commander-kun in that hospital bed."
Hearing this, all the color drains from Rosanna's face. And yours as well. The mention of yourself and Rosanna making love that day was abrupt. Far too abrupt. And to be uttered from Sakura's mouth? You're at a loss for words. One thing is certain, though: you're about to be stuck in an ugly crossfire.
