Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Bubblegum Crisis 2040, they belong to ADV and other companies. This is purely speculation based on what I think might happen one year after the end of 2040, and is not intended to be a series.
Bubblegum Crisis 2042: Moments In Time
Priss Asagiri was 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 backstage.
Leon looked wounded, more than anything else as they met there, the shadows stretching around them. "I guess we're done, then?" he asked, light brown hair falling into his eyes. The revival of the AD Police after the 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'm sorry," Priss said it like she meant it, wearing a battered leather jacket over her stage clothes. They walked out 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, eyes flashing as she snarled, "you're one of the few men who's ever gotten under my skin." She paused, looking away, "I just don't love you... in the way you want."
"Sorry, I was out of line," Leon admitted after a moment. They stood there, silence enfolding them, then he asked, "Is Sylia still running the Knight Sabers?"
"Are you asking as an AD Police officer," Priss smiled faintly, "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 saw?" Priss smiled faintly, thinking of the battle for AD Police headquarters and everything that he must have seen.
"He figures we owe you." Leon frowned slightly, "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, the Knight Sabers?" Leon repeated.
"Still operating," Priss said shortly, "though there's been some... changes."
"Like?" Leon asked, exasperated, but Priss just calmly walked away, leaving him standing there in the now silent alley. "I hate when she does that," Leon muttered.
Meanwhile in the Silky Doll Sylia Stingray smiled as she held up a very scanty looking nightie. "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 leaned forward so that her breath stirred the girl's ear, "And they would look even nicer on you with the matching panties."
The woman's cheeks were bright red, "I'll take them."
"You are such a flirt, Sylia," Nene Romanova 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. Her eyes raked over Nene, "And how's Mackey?"
Nene blushed tellingly at that. "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, "so I get you and Priss all to myself."
Nene 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 casually.
"You mean Priss and Nigel?" Nene squeaked.
"No," Sylia shook her head, "I mean Nigel, Priss and I are all together."
Nene's eyes got as big as saucers. "But I thought.. 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, Priss striding in still dressed in her performance gear, a jacket slung over her shoulder. She 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.
"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.
"I think so," Nene said, "just surprised."
"Guess Sylia told you?" When Nene nodded Priss smiled slightly, "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 and squeezed gently, "you're a romantic."
Priss scowled but a faint blush colored her cheeks, too. "Let's get these damn tests over with," she grumbled, leading the way to the conealed elevator and pointedly ignoring Sylia's grin.
In another part of Tokyo the restaurant was busy, men and women rushing about to fill orders and serve drinks. 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 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 adorable in that suit," Reika remembered, "and that smile... wow."
Linna blushed charmingly at that. "I was so nervous when you were being introduced," she confessed, "my last couple of supervisors there were just jerks, then there was that craziness with the Boomers.. 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 blush colored her cheeks as she said, "Do you want to go back to my place after dinner?"
A blush colored Lina's cheeks too but her voice was eager, "Please!"
End
Notes and comments: I've always been firmly in the camop that believes that Priss is at least bisexual, if not a lesbian, and I really didn't buy 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...