Red and Gold Create Sexual Tension

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A scream.

Ailurus widened her eyes, and the golden tiger with his raised arm jerked his head. The both of them turned, facing the dusk to where they heard the plea for help. An explosion jolted Paris, making the two heroes jump back in surprise. Questions began pestering their minds, confused glances dancing between them. The earlier tension dispersed, replaced only with shock as another explosion tore through the late evening. The red head and the brunette had lowered their weapons, queries and dire concern hanging heavy between them.

Then, as the intital bewilderment finally faded, the two silently agreed that this was no time to fight. Not when there was obviously some blast-happy Akuma raging rampant through the streets. Whoever that scream belonged to was in trouble, and at the moment it seemed that the two bickering heroes were the only ones available to do something about it.

Ailurus looked back to Gol, and Gol did the same. A unanimous concurrence occurred between their wordless glances, and with one final nod, the two leapt from the tower, determined and battle-ready. Ailurus flung her nun chucks, an extendable chain between the two striped cylinders stretching out to wrap around a metal grate of the tower, allowing her to swing low to the safety of the ground. Gol, headstrong with his own tactics, unfurled his retractable claws and hooked onto the side of the tower. He descended as quickly as the red panda, leaping from grate to lower grate, running directly towards the ground on all fours. The two heroes landed beside each other, sparing no time as they took off towards the sounds of detonation and squealing civilians.

Arriving at the scene, it became clear to the two that this couldn't have been any ordinary Akuma.

The streets were orange with fire. Glass peppered the cobblestone roads, cars tipped over and practically shredded. It was an all-out war zone, complete with injured men and women toiling the streets without any shoes nor decent clothing. Their pants and shirts were torn, blackened, burnt and melted. Their skin wasn't any better, bloodied, singed, covered in soot, as if they themselves had just returned from battle, scarred and damaged.

Ailurus, black eyes wide with the look of shock, knelt down to a weeping woman leaning against a streetlamp, deciding to take action. Her gloved hands grasped the end of the female's skirt and tore a single strip from it. Acting quickly she wrapped it around the gaping wound in her left arm, tightening it with a secure knot. She placed a hand onto her tear-streaked cheek and stared into her eyes, promising that things would end soon, and she would be out of harms way. As the woman offered a weak smile of trust, the red head moved on to the other injured that littered the street. Just as with the woman, she repeated her steps; tearing clothing, tightening makeshift bandages, promising safety in the near future. Gol only watched with a mix of awe and confusion as the red panda did her work. This was not the Ailurus he knew.

No, this was not her at all.

The Ailurus he had come to known was angry, unreasonable and ungrateful. Even if he had only spoken to her twice in short time that he knew her, his views on the fiery holder was nothing like the compassionate soul he witnessed go out of her way to relieve the citizens of Paris. No, this gentle woman who wanted nothing more than to heal and comfort the wounded was not what he knew at all.

And it confused him. It confused the hell out of him.

"Ailurus," He said quietly, stepping closer to her leaning form, her hands busy with bandaging a particularly glaring wound. When she showed no signs of hearing him, his tone took a demanding undertone. "Ailurus."

One more step closer made her turn her head momentarily. "Gol," Her voice had an abnormal pitch to it. "Gol, go help those people over there." The golden tiger wasn't quite sure what was wrong with her voice. "Use their clothing to stop the bleeding." There was something so wrong in the way she spoke, another aspect of her that Gol had not yet seen. But then she did something that surprised him the most. "If we don't help them then they'll--"