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Matama glances across the cafe table at Randa.
Randa glances back at her. "S-so. You...really like your...Nemo-chan, huh?"
Matama smirks. "Yeah. And you really like that fucking bitch ass ho, Tanaka-san, huh?"
Randa's eyes narrow. "You're...really rude to her."
"She whipped me for not being good enough. Same to Nemo-chan. Tanaka-san saw us as mere tools to her fucking crazy bat-shit conquer the world bullshit. So..." Matama shrugs, in the most sarcastic way she can. "Sorry?"
Randa grins. "No. I...don't think you should be sorry. What my Micchan did..."
"Yeah." Matama grins bitterly. "Fucking monstrous."
"Was it?" Randa asks gently, her voice soft.
"Yeah." Matama assures her. "It was. Imagine, yeah? Two girls in love. And this bitch just tortures them, every time they fail at her insane fucking missions. Rule the world?" Matama chuckles mirthlessly. "What a juvenile fucking dream."
Randa glances down at the ground. "Sometimes...children come up with the most pure dreams."
"A pure dream, that requires that people like me and Nemo-chan suffer. Hey. Look at me." Matama turns Randa's gaze up to her by guiding her chin. "Huh? You wanna make me suffer? You wanna make me cry?" Matama's eyes fill with tears, though her lips carry only the wrathful defiance that comes from a lifetime of misery. "C'mon then, little bitch. Make me cry. Make me go wahh, wahh, over whatever fucking shit you want while you dance around like you're the fucking bell of the ball. C'mon. I know it. You think you can, yeah? You think you can ignore it, yeah? My shit? All the fucking...this and that and talk here and talk there and those days we've squandered and fuck all this shit and fuck yeah, yeah?" Matama's eyes are drowning in tears now. "Come the fuck on!! What you GOT?!!"
Randa smiles, though there's no joy in her heart. "Sorry. But...if I know where my beloved is..."
"Yeah. You'll go right to her, huh?" Matama cackles. "Worthless bitch." Her hands wrap around Randa's neck.
Randa only smiles back. "You...are...different...?"
Matama pauses, her grip slackening. "No. I'm not. And it's fucking bullshit that I'd even think I am. But don't you fucking know?" Matama pats Randa's head as she helps Randa up. "It's all bullshit. Pretending like we all got some shit going against one another. Pretending like I could just...fuck you up and kill you or some shit, while knowing that we both got girls waiting for us. And honestly..."
Randa smiles and nods. "Even if our goals were the same..."
"Still," Matama says, cupping Randa's cheek and kissing her forehead gently. "There's no way we'd keep each other from the girls we love most."
"How sad. Perhaps we should develop some sort of amnesia?"
Matama says nothing, instead grinning into the darkness as she helps guide Randa to her beloved.
Heh.
Wouldn't that be something...
If some 'nothing' were to keep us from each other.
Wouldn't that...
Just be something?