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OC Watch 2017, Day Five, Theme A: Story

The Girl With No Name

Chapter Five

F/F, Sombra x Keiko Shimada (OC)

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“Yeah?” Keiko threaded her fingers into Sombra’s wet hair. “You want to keep me like one of your secrets?”

Sombra nuzzled her face into Keiko’s clavicle. Yes. “I sell secrets, you know.”

“Oh, so you're going to sell me on the black market. Ha! Good lu-” Keiko’s voice cut off with cry, her face screwing up as she grabbed her arm.

“K,” Sombra cried. “Fuck. Your arm again?”

“It'll pass,” Keiko said through her teeth.

“Hold on.” Sombra got out of the tub and grabbed a threadbare towel off the rack, then returned and wrapped it around Keiko’s shoulders. She lifted Keiko to her feet and helped her step out onto the flattened bathmat. “Honey, I keep telling you, you have to go to a doctor.”

“Doctor can't do anything,” Keiko grunted. Sombra grabbed her greying-pink robe off the hook on the door and helped Keiko into it.

“You keep saying that,” she complained, wrapping a towel across herself like a dress. “This has been going on for months. You need to do something.”

OC Watch 2017, Day 8, Theme: Wildcard

The Girl With No Name

Epilogue

F/F Sombra x Keiko Shimada (OC)

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For a time, two natures in her battled one another. Should have known, Keiko told herself. Should have seen it coming a mile away. Yet she still paced the apartment, packed and ready, clutching her arm in one hand and her plane ticket in the other as the time for their flight ticked closer and closer.

It came, and went.

That was when Keiko knew for sure, and the hopelessness in her won out. No long, drunk, giggly plane ride; no showing Sombra the village where she grew up; no one to hold her hand while she got her shitty tattoo, like she’d done for Genji when he got his. No last hope for her wretched soul.

Only one thing left to do. Keiko scoured Sombra's apartment for every bottle of booze she could find, nursing her arm and heart and hangover. She laid down on the floor, because the bed smelled like Sombra’s hair. Should have known. Telegraphed, it was - that one last haymaker to the face. A big, theatrical knockout, then waking up on the floor and finding out that the fight is over.

This fight was over. Keiko should have seen it coming, should have known knew she wouldn't win. She never won. Yet she went in the ring time after time to get pummeled. Fight’s over kid, and you lost. She'd lost everything . Like that fucking dress, Sombra had been it for her.

Those greaser kristen stewart bumpers from snl gave me keiko feels somethin’ fierce

OC Watch 17, Day 7, Theme A: Darkness

The Girl With No Name

Chapter 7

F/F, Sombra x Keiko Shimada(OC)

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It was stuffy under all those layers. A sheet, and then a quilt. The thick glass of her windows and the blackout curtains drawn over them. Her door, four even coats of locked. The thickest layer was the darkness, the clotted three-am blackness of insomnia. Sombra was curled in her bed, sticky with sweat and tangled up. There were no gulls in her room. No muttered conversations, no ship or church bells, no ocean waves or salt air, no baking bread. No cigarette smoke. Just the whirr of her computer fan. All she had in the world.

Distant, Sombra heard a thud - then another, and another. She shot up in bed and held her breath, ears waiting for the upsurge. For those heavy, drunken steps clattering up the stairs. She strained to hear the key stab clumsily at the lock until it turned. In the dark, she found the threads of yellow light that framed her door, and waited for it to open. She listened for the words, that terrible accent and awkward, not-quite-fluent Spanish. “Hey, Baby. Did you miss me?”

OC Watch 2017, Day Six. Theme A: Protect

The Girl With No Name

Chapter 6

F/F Sombra x Keiko Shimada (OC)

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The door unlocked. Sombra looked up from her console, and smiled when Keiko came in, a large shopping bag in her hand. Sombra had given her a key. Neither of them had said it, but they both understood that Keiko was living with her now.

Keiko kicked her shoes off at the door. “Hey, Nacchan.”

Nacchan? “Who are you talking to?”

“You,” Keiko said, setting the bag down next to the open window.

“Oh, you named me now?”

“I guess. I call you Baby all the time, thought I’d mix it up. It’s a nickname.”

“A nickname? Is it short for something?”

“Mm. Munajyoshi. The Girl With No Name.” Keiko grinned, then padded over to kiss the top of Sombra’s head. “What are you working on?”

“Just LumériCo stuff,” Sombra said.

“Going to nail those bastards to the wall, Baby?”

Sombra grinned. “You know it.”

“Such a badass.” Keiko smiled down at her - that sweet, charming, lopsided grin that Sombra loved so much. Keiko walked away, sitting down on the windowsill and firing up a cigarette. “You really into it? Busy, I mean, y’know, in the zone?”

“I could take a break. Why do you ask?”

The pink light from the window cast Keiko’s sharp features in a soft blush. “I thought maybe we could go out tonight. I found this club in the city. Kinda fancy.”

“A fancy club?” Sombra stood up, stretching, her dingy purple tank-top lifting to bare her stomach. “Not quite my scene, K. I don't know what I would wear.”

Tyler looked like a trapped chipmunk with his hands on epithet side of him spewing electric charges. The air smelled like hot thunderstorm and the hairs on her arms rose up.  He was shaking and she could tell her was on the edge and freaking out. The most he panicked the worse it got. She wanted to tell him to calm down but she didn’t think telling him that would help.  “Tyler! Look at me” she…