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“Your sword! Your sword is sticking in my back!”

“But I didn't bring my sword to bed, Karisawa!”

“Then what's in my back?!”

“Kkyyyuuuuyyyuuuu!”

“Yumacchi that's so dirty!”

He broke out into a fit of giggles, rustling around beneath the sheets. A moment later the unwanted intrusion was facing the other direction and the blankets tightened, sealing the both of them in their cocoon of warmth.

Erika didn't mind the closeness; neither did he. Of all of her friends Walker was the one with whom she could be the most intimate, in the most platonic of ways.

It was almost unfair. By day their outspoken words of torment and borderline cruel insults taunted one another, though they knew that each respected the other's opinion regardless of how wrong the other thought it was. Such a dynamic pair, that they shared nearly everything except a body.

And sometimes they almost shared that, too.

Still, how unfair it was that one party tossed out their line to the other, a line that would forever remain unanswered. There was little room for a talk that serious in a relationship like theirs. Why should they ruin it with those sentiments, when their feelings were understood?

     ‘I'm sorry, Yumacchi. I don't feel that way for you. I love you, as a friend can love a friend who has surpassed all normal kinds of friendships. That if I lost you you'd leave a human-sized hole that nothing but your form could ever fill. That we speak without speaking, and feel without touching, and share a life though we are two.

     ‘But as you love me, I can never love you.’

Understood, but never spoken.

Erika turned. She rolled beneath the sheets and found Walker's back to her, curled in the other direction. Both arms slipped around his rib cage and hugged him closer, pressing her cheek against his shoulder blade.

"What a dumb guy," Erika whispered, bending down beside the informant’s waist. How long had he been hiding there? And how long would he have been hiding if she had not shown up.

Alone in the alley she figured he was waiting for night fall, or for a different time of day when there weren’t so many people around. Glorious shiner or not it would look rather bad for his image if he came strolling with torn clothes and a crooked nose from between two greasy buildings.

"Couldn’t even get yourself up onto the roof, huh," she clicked her tongue at his appearance, his foot twisted slightly to the right; an unnatural direction. Though she supposed if he was any shape to parkour his way out of here he’d have done so hours ago.

"Stay still," she frowned, tapping her finger against the side of his broken nose;

"Ahh! Rika-chan, what a horrible nurse—"

"You’re a horrible patient," she accused, lifting some makeup from her bag. With her small concealer pad she tapped the foundation, patting it gently against the bruise around his eye.

"If this is your way of turning me into your girly-boy fantasy, I’d rather you just kill me."

"I’m gonna kill you if you don’t stop moving around,” she scoffed, tilting her nose up at the bruise as it slowly disappeared. She was going to use all of her makeup on him and he was going to pay back every bit of yen she’d used on it.

both of our characters have escaped after being kidnapped. mine is badly injured and depending on yours to survive and make it to safety. what does your character do?

 ”Khhhh—… ana-chan…” 

The last thing Erika remembered was a swell of men rushing at them just as they manged to escape their cell. Shouting something about ‘yakuza ransom’ and ‘inside information’ they chased after Akane and herself, because they totally looked like the kinds of people who would have inside information on the upper workings of the high-class underground.

’Kana-chan the door! Don’t let the door close!’ she pointed to the steel shaft about to seal shut, emergency lights wheeling over hr head and clogging their vision, ‘Stick that pipe in the door!’

Erika tossed an array of punches, kicks and a few chomping bites at the men that attacked them, and though she could feel every time their weapons scorned her flesh she kept her balance and refused to hit the floor.

Erika knew that Akane had succeeded when she heard a loud metallic wail, and she turned her head to see the girl holding a metal pipe wedged between the doorway — though it wouldn’t hold for long.

'Let go of Onee-chan!' she shouted after the men, charging one to Erika's left who threatened a kick to her chest—

A pair of arms scooped Akane up from the ground; blood-covered, shaking. Erika hoisted her off of the floor and threw her — quite literally — out of the door opening before the men could reach her. 

How did she get out? How did she get out. Erika remembered the lights, the screaming; a sharp pain in her head and brief moments in which she heard Akane’s voice calling after her;

leave me a ღ for my muses reaction to waking up to your muse after a one night stand

----shfff, shfffff

Erika's body stretched out, shoving away the seats as she did every morning to wake herself up. Unlike every morning, however, her mattress was... a little warmer, a little squishier. A lot more life-like.

Oh god. There was a guy under her.

Okay, things like this happened before in the past! Had a great night drinking, woke up with someone in her bed. Most of the time it was Walker but this person was a lot bigger than her friend.

In the darkness of her apartment Erika squinted, trying to see the face that belonged to the man whose head rested on her pillow -- while her own head found home against his chest. Huh, at least it was a handsome guy. A handsome guy with a slanted nose, a nice chin, great hair...

"... Dota-chin..." in a rush of images the night flooded back to her. A bar, alcohol, laughter, play, a little wrestling. And did they--

She peeked beneath the covers. Yes, they certainly did. Ahh, look at him! So large, so beautiful, so... They could take a shower later.

As if she feared waking him up she slowly lowered her head back down to his chest, tugging her sheets up where they belonged around her neck. Was he going to be angry? Was he going to be ashamed? Was he going to hate her?

----"Stop moving," his voice mumbled, startling her where she lay. He lifted his arm, thumping one heavy hand down on top of her head, "It's not time to get up yet."

"D-... Dota-chin!" Erika stared in mild horror down at the man's face. When she woke up feeling a warm mass behind her she assumed it was Walker; when she turned to ask that he remove his leg from in between hers she awoke to the shock that it was not her otaku companion at all.

As the memories of last night's adventure rushed back into her head she grabbed her temple, shrugging her shoulders inwards, "Oh man... Poor Dota-chin..." Poor Dota-chin. Now he's stuck with me!

—Her heart was racing, faster than it had ever before, that she was sure of. Today was the day. The day. Today she would meet her ‘soul mate’. The same as everyone did on their set day. Everyone met theirs at different ages. Whether you were two years old or fifty, you met the person you were meant to be with when your timer told you so.For Kise, it was happening at the age of 22. Much too young to meet your soul mate as far as she was concerned. Of course, before it happened you could have flings and relationships with other’s, but none ever lasted, the timer was absolute. Everyone ended up with their soul mate, no matter how much they resisted. Kise, was one of the none believers. How could some tattoo tell her who she was supposed to be with, who knew if she even wanted to be with anyone. Even so, she was nervous as hell. 

This morning she had split her orange juice all over herself and had to put on a new outfit. She put her shoes on the wrong feet. And lets not even talk about her hair. Today she was not looking her best. An today she would be meeting her soul mate. Perfect. 

It didn’t matter where she was, someone when the timer reached zero she would be face to face with her so called soul mate. Kise was walking past a small park, one not too far from her house that she used to play in when she was little. Glancing down she saw the time, less than 30 seconds left. Her heart rate increased rapidly as she glanced around for any signs of this soul mate, but there was nothing. 

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—Bam!

Blinking her head snapped in the direction of the noise, only to find someone who had fallen from the monkey bars. It was her soul mate. The one she was supposed to be with forever and he fell off monkey bars.

The first rays of the day shone through the female’s window, her usual cue to wake up. With a soft groan she sat up, slowly trying to open her heavy eyes, still begging to her to go back to sleep. But, something was different. She felt as though she was leaning to the side for some reason, like there was another weight on the bed pulling her to the side. Turning her head to investigate she saw Sting.

—For a good minute she simply sat there, too tired to properly comprehend what was going on. Then it suddenly hit her. Eyes shot open and she almost fell off her bed completely. Why was he even there? How did he get there? 

She was about to wake him up and interrogate him, but then she noticed the blond had a frown on his sleeping face. Leaning down she inspected it closer, her face only inches from his. 

Is he having a bad dream? 

Well, she supposed it would be alright for him to sleep there a little longer. It wouldn’t hurt right? She didn’t want to wake him when he already looked so grumpy. 

—Creeping off the bed she shut the blinds, engulfing the room in darkness once again, then climbed back into the bed, now facing him, her face quite close to him as the two lay next to each other. 

Send ‘Zzz’ for a short drabble of/reaction to my character waking up to see yours sleeping with them in their bed.

Erika leaned far over Israel's side to get a good look at his face. Still sleeping soundly, like a baby... 

Just a casual event. Nothing wrong with two people finding comfort in the same bed, platonically, happily. Mass power outages wracked most of the city into blackness, and with it went the heating systems; unless a person had a built-in fireplace there wasn't much that one could do to get warm. Start a fire outside, light the stove -- if you had a gas stove. 

Or, if you were Erika Karisawa, suggest that two friends meet to share their warmth.

It was already morning and she could still feel the night's chill in the apartment; the gentle hum of the heater was silent, so the power was still not back on.

Rather than remove herself from the bed mat as she might have done, she carefully tucked the blankets more closely around Israel's front side, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.