NEIN (girlxgirl)

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A U G E N B L I C K

(n.)  a short moment, in a blink of an eye.

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LIGHT STREAMED through the parted, heavy curtains as Natasja stood up and stretched. She groaned at the soreness of her muscles, a remnant of the intensive training she had yesterday. After she witnessed the brutal death of a rapist, John had driven them along with the little girl to social services, with their promise of getting her a new home as soon as possible. Kael had sat with her at the backseat, with the sleeping toddler in between them. Natasja was amazed the little girl was able to sleep after a horrifying experience like that, and she wondered how many nights she had been sleeping like this for: abused before bed.

Natasja later found out that the man was given time to surrender his daughter to the authorities, due to not being fit to be a parent for obvious reasons. The Academy noticed him first when the neighbors started complaining of sounds of a screaming child at night, and to add to his list, his description matched a man who stole millions from them.

A thief and a rapist. His death was a mercy.

Kael had listened to his information through the earphones she had plugged in during their argument, with Poseidon on the other end explaining everything. It was the first time Natasja had truly acknowledged her blindness. Kael couldn't even read files. She needed to have them read for her especially when she was in a hurry.

That night, back at the mansion, Natasja had demanded that Kael train her some more. Seeing someone die like that knowing the reason for judgement somehow fueled her thirst for revenge. She was going to find whoever it was that murdered her parents. And she was going to make them suffer.

The blind woman had complied to her request without complaint. She trained the french woman from head to toe, focusing on her endurance and ability to handle pain. When Natasja blocked the wrong move, she got hit on the opposite side. Kael's hearing and sense of proprioception was insane. This went on for the next two hours until Natasja had collapsed on the ground, clutching her wrist. She had punched far more that she thought she could, blocked until her forearms felt numb, and kicked until her shins hurt.

And this morning, every inch of her body was screaming.

Natasja studied her own reflection as she stood in front of the mirror in her lingerie. The black silk of her panty hugged her hips and snaked around to cover just enough of her core. Her matching bra cupped her breasts perfectly: both items left her bruises in full view. She winced as she turned to see more appearing on her back and sighed at the pain in her muscles when she moved.

"What are you wearing?"

Natasja jumped at the husky voice, consciously covering herself.

"Goodness, Kael, would you knock please?" Natasja let her arms relax at her sides. Thank goodness she's blind.

"What are you wearing?" Kael repeated, leaning a shoulder against the doorway. She herself was wearing a loose button-up shirt tucked into jean shorts, and this was the most casual Natasja had ever seen her in. Her bare, lean legs looked amazing.

Realizing her question, the redhead blushed profusely. "U-uh white cotton underwear-or panty-panties." She lied. "Whatever they're called in English."