"Hey idiot?" Isuke called out whilst nervously playing with her hair.

"Yeah?" replied Haruki nonchalantly as her eyes stared intently at TV screen, every inch of her focusing on the video game that she was playing. She bit down on her lip anxiously and mashed the buttons of the controller as hard and as fast as humanly possible.

"I was just thinking…"

"What is it?" Haruki's voice was tainted with a hint of annoyance, which Isuke picked on rather quickly.

"It's fine if your stupid game is more important than me, please, don't let me get in the way." Replied an obviously pissed off Isuke.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. What is bothering you, my love?" Asked Haruki more tactfully this time round.

Isuke would've ignored her, but this issue had been bugging her far too long and she needed to get it off her chest.

"I just think that I should return to the assassination scene. Since I-"

"No." came the reply through clenched teeth.

Haruki's eyes grew wide with horror and her voice was uncharacteristically harsh, so much so that it sounded almost like an animalistic growl. The redhead didn't even realize that she was clenching her fists until she heard the dull crack of plastic.

'GAME OVER' echoed through the living room and Haruki sighed. She placed the controller by her side on the leather couch and buried her head in her hands.

This is not going to end well. Thought Haruki sadly.

"Why not? You're doing it too. We can go on assignments together and-"

"No means no. Period. This conversation is over." Interrupted Haruki once again.

Unsatisfied, Isuke walked towards the couch and sat herself next to her girlfriend with her arms crossed stubbornly.

"What the fuck? How is this fair? How is it that you're the only one getting all the fun?" Isuke pouted.

Haruki raised her head from her hands to look at Isuke in the eye. Fiery golden orbs met cold amber ones as the redhead stood up and waved her arms in fury.

"Fun? This is a matter of life and death for fuck's sake! This isn't a game, this is real life!" She exclaimed.

"Don't you fucking dare tell Isuke what to do. Are you underestimating my abilities as an assassin?" The pinkette too, got up and jabbed Haruki's chest with her perfectly manicured finger.

Haruki grabbed Isuke's shoulders and sighed before returning to look at those jewel-like eyes.

"Look. Do you remember what I promised your dads before they moved to the states?" Asked Haruki rhetorically.

"I promised them that I would make sure that you're well-taken care of. Assassination is a fucked up profession, and there's no way I'm letting you go back. You know me, I don't make empty promises." Continued Haruki.

"I'm not changing my mind. If you're allowed risk your life like that, I should be too." Stated Isuke stubbornly; looking away from those golden orbs that she feared may overwhelm her with guilt if she stared too long.

"Don't compare yourself to me! Do you think it's easy for me?! At the end of the day, who am I doing this for? For my family and you of course, for us! We're living comfortably, aren't we? There's no fucking reason for you to return. "

"GET. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. OFF. ME." Isuke snarled.

She then raised both her hands and yanked Haruki's arms off of her shoulders before storming off. Her fingers wrapped around the cold, metallic hinge of the front door before turning her torso back to look at Haruki.

"Fuck you." She hissed, before stepping out into darkness, slamming the heavy door behind her. Leaving Haruki alone to her thoughts and regrets. Haruki slumped into the couch, feeling defeated.

"W-what have I done?" she asked herself, still in a daze. A single tear rolled down her sun kissed skin as she gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her palm.

"Hey. Hanabusa?" Isuke started, holding her phone up against her ear while pacing back and forth a few houses away from her and Haruki's residence.

"Had a fight with Sagae-san again, I'm presuming?"

"Is Isuke that predictable?" Isuke sighed into the transmitter of her phone.

"So, can Isuke come over now?"

"Such courtesy coming from you, how shocking. Sagae-san managed to do the impossible, I'm beyond impressed." Laughed Sumireko.

"Shut up. Isuke just wants to make sure that she won't be interrupting your time with that Banba freak. I most definitely do not want to see, nor know the strange kinky shit you guys partake in." Replied Isuke nonchalantly.

"Hey! Kind words, remember, kind words!" Chided Sumireko.

"Anyway, she is not here so please feel free to come." She continued

"Expect Isuke in 5." Was the last thing Sumireko heard before the pinkette hung up on her.

The blonde looked at her phone curiously and shook her head disapprovingly.

My, my, has this girl got no manners at all?!

What's a story without a little angst, right? Thank you all for your patience, and I'm sorry if this is too short, I swear I'm trying to lengthen them! So anyways, please do pardon me for any sort of grammatical error. As usual, leave a review before you go! It's always nice to read feedbacks. Stay awesome, and until next time, you lovely people! Ciao~