Sweet

The fruit was sweet, round and perfect on her tongue.

The taste a slight tart that burst into a million fragments beneath her teeth.

Her hand lowered to capture another specimen from the wicker basket at her side, her fingers closing over the tiny red globule when the faint shadow of a man leaned in the open Shoji doorway. His one visible eye took in the scene before him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile forming on his lips.

Ai glanced up, the long strands of her dark lustrous hair slipped coyly over one shoulder, her hand extended, a glimmer of red caught between two slender fingers.

Wordless she held it out to him.

"M-Mistress?"

"The cherries are pleasantly sweet today," her voice was quiet, succinct as if everything was explained in the diction of so few words.

"A-Alright." his face creased into a smile, reaching for the tiny crimson fruit.

The Hell icon on the computer screen against the wall flashed suddenly.

Ringing incessantly.

Another job had come in.

~Finis~

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