2042 Priss Asagiri was like a tigress when she sang, the dark brown haired woman's cat like eyes sparkling with a dangerous intensity. The crowd roared happily as she performed, her band barely keeping up as she lead them onward and upwards. But every show had to end sometime, and eventually Priss found herself standing backstage. "Yo, Priss," her drummer called as they packed up, "that big guy is here to see you again. You want us to send him away?" Grabbing her leather jacket Priss hesitated a second then sighed. "No," she said grimly, "I guess I have to see him sometime." In Priss' eyes Leon looked wounded, more than anything else as they met there, the shadows stretching out around them. The revival of the AD Police after the recent return of Boomer related incidents had restored some of the life to him, given him a focus, but he still looked like someone had ripped him apart emotionally. "I guess we're done, then?" Leon asked, light brown hair falling into his eyes. "I'm sorry," Priss said it like she meant it, pulling her battered leather jacket on over her stage clothes. They walked out of the building together silently, the back alley smelling faintly of urine and spilled booze. Looking up at the moon she confessed, "I was fucking stupid getting involved with anyone in the middle of a crisis, not to mention being on the rebound from Nigel." "So we meant nothing to you?" Leon asked harshly. "We did mean something," Priss turned around, her eyes flashing as she snarled, "you're one of the few men who's ever gotten under my skin." She paused, looking away as she softly confessed, "I just don't love you... in the way you want." They stood there in uncomfortable silence, the tension sparking between them like invisible lightning. "Sorry, I was out of line," Leon admitted after a moment. "Hell yes," Priss said grimly. They stood there for a time, the silence enfolding them both, then Leon asked her, "Is Sylia still running the Knight Sabers? I understand that there's been sightings lately but people say you look... different." "Are you asking as an AD Police officer," Priss smiled faintly as she looked up at the taller man thoughtfully, "or a friend?" "A friend," Leon smiled, shrugging, "the chief isn't willing to admit he knows anything about the Knight Sabers, officially." "Even with everything he's seen?" Priss asked with a faint smile, thinking back to the battle for AD Police headquarters and everything that he must have seen. Undead boomers had infested the whole tower and Nene, along with the leaders of the police had been trapped inside until Leon and Priss had saved them. "He figures we owe you." Leon admitted. "Damn right," Priss gave a short laugh. "Besides," Leon frowned slightly, "we know the orders for us to go after the Knight Sabers came out of Genom, and considering they were behind all the shit that came afterward, you can see why he's ignoring them." "Heh," Priss nodded, "good." "So, what about the Knight Sabers?" Leon tried repeating the question, lookinng down at her impatiently. "Still operating," Priss said shortly, "though there's been some... changes." "Like what?" Leon asked her, feeling exasperated, but Priss just calmly walked away, just leaving him standing there in the now silent alley. "I hate when she does that," Leon muttered to himself, heading for his waiting motorcycle. Meanwhile in the Silky Doll Sylia Stingray smiled as the sleekly dressed woman held up a very scanty looking nightie for her customer's examination. The way she held it drapped it over her curves, making it look even more sinful than normal. "I think this'll look lovely on you," the while haired woman purred to the little blonde, "why don't you try it on?" "I don't know," the young woman stammered. Sylia moved around behind her and drapped the nightie over her, then she leaned forward so that her breath stirred the girl's ear as she said in her sexiest voice, "And they would look even nicer on you with the matching panties." The woman's cheeks were bright red as she looked into a mirror with the nightie held close to her slim body, "I'll take them." Watching the young lady go clutching her purchases Nene Romanova shook her head wryly. "You are such a flirt, Sylia," Nene commented, the little blonde grinning, "I'm surprised that Nigel doesn't complain." "How do you know he doesn't like it?" Sylia asked her wickedly as she scanned the shop, looking for a certain figure to arrive. Her eyes raked over Nene's smaller body as she asked innocently, "And how's Mackey?" Nene blushed tellingly at that, looking away shyly. Mackey Stingray was Sylia's little brother, a boomer prototype with what could almost be called a soul, and not long after Nene had met him they had been drawn together. Thee had been difficulties, of course, but they had resolved them. "So," she asked her in a rush, "are the others coming in for the new suit fittings?" "I think Linna and her wife are a bit too busy honeymooning," Sylia chuckled softly as she reached out to run a finger along Nene's cheek, her voice dropping to a silky whisper, "so I get you and Priss all to myself." Nene blushed again, fighting the urge to jerk back knowing it would just amuse Sylia more. She hesitated a moment, then decided to ask a question that had been bothering her for months. "Sylia, why did Priss move in here with you?" she asked. "Because we're dating," Sylia said it quite casually, a smile tugging at her lips as she waited for Nene's reaction. "You mean Priss and Nigel?" Nene squeaked out. "No," Sylia shook her head firmly as she looked at Nene and gently explained, "I mean Nigel, Priss and I are all together." Nene's eyes got as big as saucers as a whole series of naughty thoughts raced through her head. "But I thought.." Nene stammered out softly, "I mean, Linna and I always wondered about Priss but still... I mean..." "Take a deep breath," Sylia advised her with a certain degree of amusement, "we can't have you fainting in the middle of the store." The doors to the shop swished open a few moments later, Priss striding in still dressed in her performance gear, a jacket now slung over her shoulder. Stalking across the room she seemed unaware of the eyes of cusomers resting on her, the attractive power of her almost feral beauty. Priss saw Nene and Sylia standing there and noted the fierce blush on Nene's cheeks and asked, "Teasing people again, Sylia?" "But it's so fun," Sylia said as Priss strode over. She smoothly kissed Priss, a gentle brushing of lips that Priss willingly joined, then they parted. "What was that for?" Priss asked, noting that Nene was now beet red. "Just a promise for later," Sylia answered with a sexy smile, moving off to shoo the last few customers out of the shop. "You all right?" Priss asked Nene with a slightly sheepish smile as they waited for Sylia to finish ejecting the ladies. "I think so," Nene said with a blush still coloring her cheeks, "just surprised, I guess." "Sylia told you, I suppose?" Priss asked. When Nene nodded Priss smiled to herself slightly as she softly mused, "I think I finally see why people write love songs..." Sylia returned to their side just in time to hear that. "Why Priss," she took her hand in hers and squeezed gently, "you're a romantic." Priss scowled but a faint blush colored her cheeks, too, and she didn't try to break Sylia's grip. "Let's get these damn tests over with," she grumbled, leading the way to the conealed elevator and pointedly ignoring Sylia's grin. "This is for fitting the fifth generation hardsuits, right?" Nene asked eagerly as they entered the concealed elevator. "Nigel, Mackey and I have a new variation almost ready," Sylia agreed, "we just need scan data to verify fit." "Better add a bit to Nene's," Priss casually patted Nene's tummy, "I think she's been snacking too much lately." "Priss!" Nene bleated. "Oh I don't know," Sylia surprised Nene by wrapping her arms around the other girl from behind, "I think she's just adorable the way she is." "Sylia," Nene blushed again. Sylia met Priss's gaze, "Besides, Mackey isn't complaining." "You two talk about that?" Nene squeaked as she spun around to look into Sylia's amused eyes. Quickly realizing that the taller woman was teasing her yet again Nene pouted and groaned, "You're so mean!" "Feeling better?" Sylia asked Priss softly. "Sort of," Priss shrugged, "the nausea comes and goes." "Well if it doesn't go soon I'm taking you into the lab," Sylia said. Cutting off Priss' protest she added, "I'd worry about you, otherwise." In another part of the bustling city of Tokyo the restaurant was busy, men and women rushing about to fill orders and serve drinks amid soft music. Over in a corner booth candles flickered for a romantic diner, somehow isolated from the noise in the rest of the building, the two women talking together quietly. Reika Chang smiled across the table at Linna, the taller black haired woman gracefully raising her glass in a toast, "To us." "To us," Linna Yamazaki echoed, her brown hair falling into her eyes. She smiled faintly as she confessed, "You know when you were introduced as my new supervisor, I never expected something like this to happen." Reika chuckled softly, taking a drink. "Neither was I," she conceded, "though I have to confess I was attracted to you almost as soon as we met." "Really?" Linna asked, a bit suirprised. "You were so adorable dressed in that suit," Reika remembered fondly, "and when you gave me that smile... wow." Linna blushed charmingly at the compliment. "I was so nervous when you were being introduced to us," she softly confessed, "my last couple of supervisors there were just jerks, then there was all that craziness with the Boomers.." "I remember," Reika nodded grimly. The Boomers in the city to Tokyo and around the world went mad, though few people really knew why. All they did know was that people were injured or killed by supposedly hasrmless Boomers, and their conventional police seemed powerless to stop them. Only the Knight Sabers had been able to stop it, something only a select few people could know. 'I woder when I can tell her?' Linna thought. She smiled at Reika as she resumed, "And when I came back, I expected more of the same." "Oh really?" Reika laughed. Linna grinned, "Instead I got a dynamic, gorgeously attractive woman who inspires me every day." A wink, "Even at work, too." Reika reached over to squeeze Linna's hands gently. "When I went back to work I was still in mourning for my sister," she said softly, "I was surprised out of my grief by meeting you. I really think you restored light and joy to my life, Linna." Linna hesitated then bent over the table to gently press her lips to Reika's. "I love you," she said as they finally parted. "I love you, too," Reika's voice was faintly husky. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she said, "Do you want to go back to my place after dinner?" Linna blushed too but her voice was eager, "Please!" End Notes and comments: I've always been firmly in the camp that believes that Priss is at least bisexual, if not a lesbian, and I really didn't buy into the whole Leon/Priss thing. The idea of her moving in with Sylia and sharing Nigel is an unconventional resolution to the situation between them, but it seemed the best way to handle it. As long time BGC fans know Reika Chang is from the original series, and is a character whom I have a fondness for. The idea of her being a senior business woman was a bit of a stretch, but eh...
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