“My sister really wants that bear, mister,” Maki said, her voice low and soft as she leaned in towards Shirase, fluttering her long lashes at the other woman. She ran the tip of her finger across her collar, making the fabric of the dress shiver. She moved her lips slowly with each word, letting them linger as she pretended to pull a string of tickets out from under her dress’ collar. “It’s only a few tickets short, but I’d owe you one if you make an exception, just for me.” She held still a moment before snorting and waving her hand dismissively in the air between them to dispel her over-acting.
“Leave it to you to want to race to get ice cream,” Maki said with a grin. She tapped the toe of her shoe against the ground, they weren’t her favorite running shoes but she wouldn’t twist an ankle using them. The dress wasn’t super supportive, but the skirt probably wouldn’t get in the way at the very least. And, hell, if they were going to act like they were still back at the academy with a sleepover, might as well have some fun with it.
“Mm, sure, but what do I get when I win?” Maki said with a wink.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
"Bragging rights and a favor. After all, I've always been a speed demon." She said smugly, sticking out her tongue.
"Guess ice cream is on the loser, as well!" Shirase lined herself, parallel to her friend as a small roar of thunder and a bolt raced from her body. She copied Maki's toe taps rolling both ankles and stretching her quads. The good ol days. During academy days, Shirase was the fastest in her class. However being out on the field, speed isn't everything sadly. Perhaps leaning more into her roots could help getting some more work and ranking up. Posing up like an Olympic track star waiting for the gun to fire off.
“Oh a favor? I can get behind that.” Maki said, her lips splitting into a smile. She had a point really, she always was the faster one, but that would just make the ice cream all the sweeter when she managed to get a leg up over Shirase. She tipped her weight forward, stretching her quads out as she looked down the street. Just like when they were back in school she’d either just have to outlast the speed demon, or get her caught up in some place where she couldn’t actually use her speed.
Both were easier said than done. Still, ice cream was on the line so she’d have to give it her all.
Maki drew her skirt up to her thighs and tied the cloth off. With that done Maki also joined Shirase in taking a more professional running stance.
“I catch you using magic, I’ll melt your shoes to the sidewalk.” Maki said, a warm wind prickling the skin of her exposed legs. She pulled in a breath through her nose.
“Well, then we better get going then.” Maki said, as she suddenly pushed her body forward, taking long strides to reach a nearby fruit stand. Between that and her own body she could keep her friend behind her, for a few extra steps at least.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
Maki took off like the wind. There was a still pause as she let her friend take some distance.
"Gotta. Go. Fast." Shirase silently mouthed to herself. Taking a single breath inwards, taking off was just muscle memory.
Powerful quads pushed forward, releasing a burst of speed like a pouncing Jaguar. Shirase was after all an athlete. Maki had the lead but not the victory--not yet! Even in sandals, the nimble precise footwork of a seasoned Football player couldn't be contained. Small bolts trailed behind, such was nature of the magic she possessed. Oh well. She hopped to a nearby rail down a flight of steps for style points. Sliding down the hand rail like a blue spiky mascot character it only added to speed. With this new momentum being taken advantage of Shirase leapt off the rail back onto solid earth nearly losing balance "gracefully".
That would have been embarrassing...
She was tailing Maki to the fruit stand, just a few more steps and they'd be side by side.
She could feel Shirase gaining ground behind her, if she didn’t play this right then it wouldn’t be long before the other woman would take the lead and Maki didn’t like her chances of being able to get back in the front if she let that happen. So, first things first, the first part of her plan. Maki shifted her weight as she approached the fruit stand, she ran more towards the middle of the sidewalk swinging her arms just a little wider than she had been, anything she could do to keep Shirase behind her for just a few steps longer. As she passed the fruit stand, Maki shifted to the right, placing herself in the gap between the fruit stand and a light pole before she hopped further to her left to where a newspaper box would be blocking Shirase’s way around.
“Watch out on your right” She called as the pair closed in on a group of pedestrians. The people moved to make a space, with a confused commotion at the sight of the two girls running their way, and Maki quite smartly slid into the space that the group offered. As long as she could just keep this up then she wouldn’t have to pay for the ice cream, and she was willing to use any dirty trick she had to to keep that from happening.
Her skirt swished around her legs as she ran, the already loose knot she had made slowly unraveling, and she tugged one of the straps of her sundress back up onto her shoulder as she narrowly avoided a collision with a man who had been slow to step out of the way.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
The crowd of people was a boon and disadvantage. Weaving around people took precious time and energy.
Darn!
Maki just managed to maintain her small lead.
However its not always about who can run the fastest.
Shirase needed an edge, and coming up there were gonna be more people that could easily allow Maki to keep blocking her. Coming up was scaffolding, it'd be funneling people in and making it impossible to pass. Construction, on one of the many buildings was about to turn into her favor. Upon nearing, the carried momentum contributed to a nice leap onto the second level, just above the ground. An empty short but straight side path nonetheless. Her marathon pace became a fully engaged predator sprint down scaffoldings sturdy path. But alas all good things must come to an end, a short and sweet privilege. Utilizing the burst of momentum she vaulted off the scaffolding like an Olympic long jumper. Committed to take the lead!
To ensure no civilian casualty. Her butt cartoonly landed on one of the many overhangs from the establishments around. Back to solid Earth the race had continued, and whether that shortcut was worth it or not, remained to be seen.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Maki said, looking up as the awning overhead suddenly bowed from weight. She darted past a gaggle of schoolkids as she clucked her tongue. She should have figured that Shirase would find her own way around the obstacles, the girl didn’t like to lose especially when there was money on the line. Still, it wasn’t like she was just going to roll over even if things were getting down to the wire. She could see the store at the end of the road and she wasn’t going to let Shirase snatch victory from the jaws of defeat without a fight. Gritting her teeth Maki pressed herself forward, sliding between a pair of girls as she slid out from under the awning.
Was it a bird overhead? A plane? No, it was just Shirase falling back to the ground. Maki drew a breath in sharp as she darted forward trying to do her best to keep ahead of Shirase while she was still in the air. She wasn’t going to lose here if she could help it. There was a heavy ’thump’ as Shirase returned to the earth just behind her, so close Maki could swear she could feel the air swish. No looking back, no getting distracted, just go straight forward. With a sharp exhalation Maki charged forward.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
She swiped the lead from Maki's clutches by a hair's length passing right beside her opponent. Her feet picked up the pace trying to maintain it as much as she could. Maki was fast, Shirase could not afford to forget. Literally. With each step though the gap began to close...there was no need to look back. She could feel it. Maki's determination to win, was just as inspiring. Sweat beads rolled down her body and her heart was beating like a war drum. It was hard but she had to keep her magic under wraps, as per the rules established.
"Looks like I'm gonna wiiiiiiiiin!"
Just over yonder. The winning point. She could see and taste it....now to feel the satisfaction under her feet as Maki pays for it all! With a giant grin Shirase pressed on harder and harder. She could feel Maki centimeters away. But at this speed, at this point? Victory was assured.
Or so she thought.
In the blink of an eye her world came crashing down....literally. The stress of running, and cool acrobatic maneuvers she stopped paying attention to the very ground. Like some sort of sick comedy by God himself... a conveniently placed banana peel found its way underfoot. Her heel sent off to its own business as she tried to maintain her own balance. But the frictionless trap was too great of a threat! Sending her off into a split impairing her movement for just long enough to-
If Shirase won, Maki knew what exactly she was going to order and she was not going to pay for it. Still, the burning desire in her chest to not pay for a very expensive selection of frozen treats did very little to help as Shirase reclaimed the lead as they closed in on the store. Maki set her teeth as she spurred herself forward with whatever she could manage, the looming of cup noodles in her future granting her an extra burst of speed she didn’t know she had in her. She was out of tricks to play, and even if it was only a centimeter at a time then she would catch back up!
Maki focused entirely on Shirase’s back as she drove her legs forward, the distance left to the store momentarily forgotten. Maki said a silent prayer to any god or kami that might be listening for any miracle to take place (perhaps green onions would be on discount this week that would make the cup ramen feel a bit like real food) and just when it seemed like victory was just out of reach —
Shirase tripped over something, Maki saw some yellow blob vanishing out of the corner of her eye as she simply lept over her fallen friend. The knot she had used to tie her skirt up unraveled as she landed, but Maki pushed forward undaunted by the fabric swishing around her legs. She reached out her hand snagging the door handle as a feeling of triumph swelled in her breast. She looked back at Shirase, her lips split in a wide grin as she held up two fingers in a V.
“Oh, you are about to pay” Maki said with a devious laugh, moving her hand to slide a fallen shoulder strap back into place. “Come on, the ice cream will help you feel better.” she added with a wink as she pushed the door open. A sigh escaped her lips as the cold air of the shop washed across her damp skin followed by the sweet smell of ice cream.
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
It all went down with the slow motion of a high budget Zack Snyder film. Her pride. Her titles. Her wallet. She watched as Maki took the victory, stole from her literal fingertips. Maki may have won this day, but future races wouldnt be so easy....this silent vow was taken as she rose from the ground like a zombie; entering the building after her friend.
The refreshing air conditioned aroma of multiple sweet flavors and dairy goodies splashed Shirase in the face. Unsurprisingly reinvigorating the iconic sunshine aura she boasts. Her eyes relit, scanning the many-many options. Nearly erasing the crushing defeat suffered a few seconds prior.
"You're right. The Ice Cream is already making me feel better."
The shop was always a regular stop on a cheat day. At this point Shirase visited bi-weekly, on the same day, around the same time.....with today being the dread fueled exception. Her eyes glided over the different workers at each station with her lips curling into a slight pout. Someone was missing. There was this one girl, which was part of the reason she went so regularly. A sporty girl was tall, with glowing tan skin and thick dark locs...and can't forget about those gorgeous hazel eyes. Often they would find each other at the opposite sides of a field or court. From there a strong friendly rivalry was developed. Alas today must've been a day she wasn't scheduled. Oh well. There's always tomorrow.
"So, whatcha feelin? Cookies n Cream remains untouchable!" Shirase nudged her friends elbow lightly.
“Someone missing~?” Maki elbowed back, her lips curved into a sharp grin. Didn’t take a trained eye to see that Shirase was definitely checking for a particular face on the other side of the counter, and she absolutely looked disappointed that she hadn’t seen the face she was hoping to see. Worthy of a little light ribbing, that’s what friends were for after all. Still, ribbing wasn’t worth much without some elbowing in the right direction. “You know, if you keep waiting around forever, someone else might work up the nerve to ask her out before you do.”
Still, as fun as teasing was, the call of sweet treats was impossible to ignore, so Maki’s red eyes turned towards today’s offerings as she pulled her dark brown hair back behind her head. “Now you say Oreo, but I think I can do you one better. How about their Oreo with brownie and cookie dough chunks?” Maki turned her eyes to the cute girl behind the counter who had a little white ribbon tied into her hair, though the shop’s uniform was not flattering to her slight frame though.
“Extra large, please, with whipped cream and a cherry on top.” If Shirase was going to make her pay, it was only fair she would order the tastiest thing she could wasn’t it?
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//
Slinging a ball or working out always came second nature. But people? Hieroglyphics. But would she even reciprocate? Rejection is a valley that all people must come to the edge of; stare deep into its dark abyss and wonder....is it worth traversing? She wiped off some of the sweat off her palms on her shorts. Now wasn't the time for dread. It's Ice Cream Time. Maki stepped up first and to no surprise she damn sure took advantage. What an order.
"That's an awful lot'a calories, you sure you'll be able to finish it all?" She said smugly. Gaze going over to the menu, "I wouldn't think less of you if you got something a little smaller. We are big girls now."
Scanning the options....could go for the regular. But something about today was different; a sense of new adventure around. Time to order something new. Her eyes lit up as it showed itself. "A Medium Sized Cappuccino Milkshake, whip cream at the top and little wittle Gummy Bear toppings." Fingers slithering to her back pocket pulling out an old comic-book logo'd wallet, Shirase pulled out a few bills. Tenderly placing them in the ceramic mug labeled "tips". Gotta respect your service workers.
"What's the damage?" Shirase pulled out her debit card, with a tear almost escaping an eye.
“Oh, is that so? You sure you don’t want some pointers? I mean when’s the last time you actually scored a girlfriend?” Maki said, leaning close and bumping her shoulder against Shirase’s again with a sharp grin. Was it nice to tease? The answer was an easy no, but she was riding the high of victory and what else were friends for if not to push your buttons from time to time?
“I appreciate the concern hon, but I’ll be just fine.” She said, patting her hip with the back of her hand. “But if you say please maybe I’ll give you a bite” She added. Behind the counter one bowl was filled with generous scoops of ice cream and bits of brownie bites before being topped with a cloud-like covering of whipped cream while another machine roared to life as a cup was filled with a silky golden goodness. The girl behind the register smiled as Shirase slipped a couple of bills in, her dull yellow eyes almost seemed to glitter.
“That’ll be two thousand five hundred yen, miss.” The girl said. Maki let out a low whistle, she definitely dodged that bullet. “Will that be cash or card?”
//... into the dark she stepped, but never did she feel free of the gaze...//