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The door crashed open. Two bodies stumbled in practically glued to each other, mouths crashing together. The door was slammed shut as a body was pressed against it heavy panting filled the bedroom.
"Fuck Mira," Rumi panted heavily as her fiancee slammed her into the door shutting it loudly behind her. Mira's mouth had occupied itself sucking bruises onto Rumi's neck as she pressed their bodies together as if any separation between them was permanent.
"Fuck, Don't leave too many marks they're gonna be terrible to cover up." Rumi whined not really disliking the treatment but more than aware that they only had so much time.
"Don't care," Mira husked back taking only the briefest of breaks before returning to kissing down Rumi's neck, one hand firmly kneading at her ass while the other scratched at her midriff. "Want everyone to know your mine." The way she growled caused Rumi to shudder violently.
"We've, oh god, only got, fuck, so much time, before holyshitgodfuckjustlikethat, dinner." Rumi was a fucking mess. Her braid already fraying as stray hairs poked out, her skirt riding up as Mira's thigh slotted between her legs, her shoulders trembling as Mira's mouth kissed anywhere she could.
"This was your idea princess, I'm just giving you what I know you love." And god did Rumi love it. Mira's hands groping her possessively as she was roughly shoved into a door, honestly, who wouldn't love for KPop idol Mira to be doing this to them.
Rumi thanked the Honmoon for bringing them together.
She placed her hands on Mira's shoulders pushing her back just a bit. Her eyes trailed down Mira's form fitting button up white shirt adorned with a hot pink tie and black slacks. She was a picture of sex appeal right here in their room and Rumi needed her badly.
"I know it was my idea." Rumi hissed, trying to catch her breath before Mira started back kissing her breathless. "But my idea was for a quickie before New Years Dinner, Zoey's literally changing and Celine will be here in like fifteen minutes!"
Zoey honestly, had seen worse. She'd walked in on them countless times with arying reactions from rolling her eyes to entirely unserious jokes about hopping in. Rumi really wouldn't mind Zoey seeing her covered in hickeys, sure it would be a little bit emabrassing, but there were much worse things in this world.
Celine was an entirely different story. It had taken time but they were finally making amends and working things out between them. Almost a year of family therapy had Rumi feeling much better about keeping Celine in her life. The woman was trying, really trying.
But the idea of her seeing Rumi covered in hickeys was genuinely terrifying. Rumi had no clue how she could handle that. Hopefully she'd never have to find out.
Mira huffed and flipped Rumi aroun pressing her face into the door. Rumi moaned.
Hips pressed flush against her Mira grinding into Rumi as she pulled her braid back causing Rumi to gasp.
"Fine," Mira hissed, "Just a quickie? Then I'm using it."
"Oh god please use it." Rumi whined, she'd been hoping Mira would come to that conclusion on her own, it was the best way for them both to leave satisfied in such a short period of time. "Fuck I need you so bad Mira."
Mira chuckled darkly, "God you're such a brat. Think you can order me around? Make me do whatever you want?"
"Yes." Rumi bit back smugly. Toothy grin lasting for all of one second as Mira pushed her skirt all the way up a firm hand quickly slapping her now bared ass.
"You want to apologize and maybe beg some?" Mira gritted through clenched teeth. Mira liked being in charge, Rumi liked Mira being in charge, it was an easy trade. Rumi also liked making it difficuly.
"Make me."
"The audacity of you, begging me for a quickie and then sitting here being a brat about it?" Mira spanked her again rougher this time. "You're so lucky we don't have much time." Mira pushed Rumi's head forward grinding her face into the door Rumi's breathing quickened as a flash of rainbow light appeared in her peripheral vision.
"You don't seem to be complaining about anything." Rumi chipred back in a singsongy voice well aware of what that flash of light meant. She felt something press into the curve of her ass and quickly pushed back against it moaning at the pressure.
"And you're already so wet you're going to leave a stain on my pants." Rumi giggled airily grinding back hard against Mira's newfound bulge.
"If you're so annoyed by me talking why don't you shut me up then?" Rumi wanted nothing more. She heard Mira fumbling with her belt and zipper the thump of cloth hitting the ground making her shiver.
Finally she felt it. Skin on skin, Mira twitching as she slid inbetween Rumi's dripping lips. Rumi risked a glance down and saw the head of her cock slipping through her thighs gathering the wetness that Rumi had in abundance.
Really there were many benefits to being a Hunter. Rumi had her list of favorites, but recently, this had shot up. Of course the Honmoon could be used to summon weapons, Celine had taught them that. Even taught them that the weapons could manifest in any shape they desired.
Turns out the applications of that were much wider than they had put any thought into at the time. When Mira had "accidnetally" discovered that the Honmoon could be used to create a strapon Rumi had been eager to try it out.
When Mira realized that while using it she could feel everything, well they'd never really had any reason to go back.
Mira groaned as she humped forward and Rumi's moans intermingled at the sensation. Mira was always careful to makre sure she always made Rumi comfortable. But sometimes Rumi just needed her to be a little rough.
Rumi reached between her thighs grabbing Mira's honmoon created cock and pressing it against her entrance.
"No time for foreplay, need you inside me now." And pushed back her hips bucking wildly until they found Mira's own. The sense of being filled overwhelmed Rumi, she didn't know if Mira changed how big or thick the honstrap was but something about it today stretched Rumi so good.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." Mira chanted as she watched and felt herself disappear inside of Rumi. "So wet for me princess." When Rumi finally managed to get all of it inside she ground back. Mira pushed forwards reasserting her position of strength and pressing Rumi back against the door. "No, you don't get to control the pace here got it." Mira bit out slapping Rumi's ass again causing her to yelp.
"Please Mira, need you so bad, need you to fucking ruin me. God please you're stretching me so good need it need it need it." Rumi tried to buck her hips but Mira's steady hand held her in place. Rumi whined.
"No." Mira stated in what Rumi assumed was an attempt to stay calm and cool. Her wavering voice and grit teeth clearly showed otherwise but Rumi wasn't about to point that out…unless of course she thought it would make her get her way quicker.
A hand tangled back into Rumi's braid, Rumi bit her lip her body shaking at the overwhelming sensation of beeing so full. She knew it was driving Mira crazy by the way she twitched inside of her.
"You are going to ask me nicely. And if I decide you're being sincere, then I'll fuck you how I want to you got it?" Rumi nodded, she understood. Luckily for her the way Mira wanted to fuck her was absolutely the way she wanted to be fucked. Hard and fast.
"Please Mira, I need you so bad." Rumi's voice quivered quiet and shy, an act one she knew Mira liked to get her moving now. A harsh smack again to her ass caused Rumi to let out a strangled cry. Her claw sank into the wood of their door.
Her claw? When had that come out. Mira's voice behind her was stern and controlled, or at least as controlled as it could be. Her patterns pulsed, iridescent but persistent.
"I said ask nicely, you know what I want to hear from you." Rumi felt herself clench around Mira and could tell by the light grunt that Mira could feel it too.
"Please daddy, fuck me."
"That's a good girl."
Mira started to pull back, both women groaning as the sensation changed for them. Mira had definitely made it a little bigger this time, Rumi was looking forward to not being in the state of mind to thank her for it in the next two minutes.
Mira's hips snapped forward instantly filling Rumi back up her claw flexed tearing deeper into the door her eyes squinting shut as the sensation returned pleasure crashing in all at once.
"Fuck you're so tight."
Mira's hips began to move not slowly but not as fast as Rumi needed either. She tried to push back but Mira's hand gripping her hip kept her in place stopping Rumi from setting any of the pace. She growled the demonic flair creeping its way into her voice. She could almost hear Mira's smug smirk behind her.
She knew what she had to do. Sure maybe her demon strength could help her take control, she felt Mira reposition her hand from her brain to the horn growing out of her forehead further evidence of the transformation, but that wasn't as fun.
Her voice deeper than usual and with that quality to it that had terrified Mira once thrilled her now.
"Harder daddy. Need you to fuck me harder." Rumi's patterns flared as she pushed back and begged.
"Anything for you tiger." Mira pulled on the horn snapping Rumi's head back and giving her leverage to drive her hips in harder, faster, deeper. Rumi became a moaning mess voice warbling between chants of Mira's name, begging her to go harder and harder still, and, when Mira drove in extra hard, cries of "daddy".
Mira's other hand slipped from her hip down between Rumi's legs. Rumi immediately used her freedom of movement to push back against Mira at any chance she could. Fucking herself onto Mira when Mira's rhythm slowed and pressing against the door when she sped up.
Mira's middle finger found her clit in an isntant and began to rub circles around it. Rumi came apart aorund her limbs jerking and spasming as she tried to hold herself up. Mira added her index finger and began rubbing quickly as broken moans and curses spewed from Rumi.
She came. Hard. Praising Mira as she did her body slumping forwards against the weight of the door. Mira moved the hand that had been tugging on Rumi's horn back to her waist holding Rumi's body up as she continued driving into it relentlessly, grunting as she twitched and neared her own release.
Rumi sobbed, overstimulation overwhelming her as Mira used her to finish. She felt Mira's hips slow and her fogged out blissfilled brain let her brokenly continue to beg.
"Cum inside, need you to cum inside, wanna make you a daddy Mira." Mira choked audibly clearly surprised by Rumi's sudden declaration her hips speeding back up.
"Is that what you want?" Mira asked almost snarling as she thrust. Rumi did everything she could to hold herself up so Mira could keep going harder.
"Yeah want you to fuck a baby into me. Please fuck daddy, get me pregnant, want to make you a daddy so bad. Fuuuuck." Rumi thought she had just cum again but couldn't be sure.
Clearly, that last bit is what Mira had needed. She cried out with one last thrust and Rumi felt a flood fill her up, she moaned at that, the sensation piercing pleasurably through the haze of her mind and bringing her back to the moment.
"Fuck Rumi!" Mira panted pulling out. Both girls were red, and drenched with sweat.
Holy shit that was so hot." So Mira had a breeding kink too? Good to know. The honstrap could cum like a normal dick. Rumi absently wondered if it worked like a real one too.
No time for that now.
"Shit Mira!" Rumi's eyes darted around frantically, "We've got like five minutes we need to get ready quick." Mira pulled up her pants, the honstrap disappearing. It was unfair how neat her clothes looked. Wiping down her face and brushing her hair was all she'd need.
Honestly being the visual was so unfair everything always worked out for Mira. Meanwhile Rumi looked like a complete mess. Even as the demon traits faded away her hair was a mess, her skirt was crumbled up abover her waist and no amount of ironing could be done in five minutes to make that look good. Not to even mention the mixture of cum dripping down her leg.
"'I hate you so much." Rumi sneered dashing into the bathroom to clean up. Mira chuckled following behind to perform what minimal maintenance she'd need.
"That's not what you were just saying a second ago." Rumi stuck her tongue out and Mira just smiled back at her and poked her nose.
"Like you're so untouchable daddy." Rumi hummed back. Mira stumbled a bit and Rumi grinned triupmhantly. She loved how much of an effect she had on Mira. No one could ever make the dancer so much as flinch, and here Rumi was having her tripping over her own feet with just a word.
"Okay but can you grab me a new outfit? I think this skirt is fucked for tonight."
"You sure were." Mira chuckled dodging out of the way of the skrit as it flew at her. Rumi humphed already looking back at the Mira to try and get her braid back to normal. She stripped out of her top tossing it behind her after a few minutes of fussing Rumi decided to just take her braid out and quickly combed her hair to an acceptable state.
Satisfied she drank a quick cup of water from the sink and ran back into her and Mira's room. Mira had dutifly left an outfit on her bed. A black sweater and lightly colored faded blue jeans that flared at the cuffs. A classic outfit and with enough of a collar for Rumi to hide her hickeys.
"I love that woman she really does think of everything." Rumi quickly threw the outfit on making sure to admire herself in the mirror, doing another once over to make sure nothing was out of place and that, patterns aside, no demon traits were sitcking out.
Once she was satisfied Rumi strode confidently out of their bedroom and made her way to the dining room. Thanking constant workouts that her legs still held the strength to move so soon.
The overlap of voices coming from the dining room let her know that Celine had already arrived. Rumi steeled herself three deep breaths and entered the ktichen.
Zoey was being very much her usual self flitting about the ktichen, she'd been in charge of cooking, as was always the case when they wanted the food to taste any good. She was currently gesturing to the spread of food and waving wildly as she explained the different foods to Celine.
Zoey wore a traditionally Zoey outfit. Baggy pants and a cropped top with a design Rumi was sure Zoey had put on herself while experimenting with what might very well have been graffiti.
Celine's outfit was of course, very much her as well. A lilac blouse with loose sleeves, haird down two hooped golden earrings her only jewlery, black pants with a lilac stripe down the side flowed down to a pair of nice heels. Rumi squinted, those were her heels. She'd wondered where those had gone.
Mira sat at the table grinning and occasionally chiming in about which of Zoey's foods were the best, and which she figured Celine should at least try to avoid. Rumi smiled at the domestic scene. Her mother, her fiancee, and her best friend smiling and laughing together.
Rumi did grumble slightly that Mira was wearing the exact same outfit with no noticeable wrinkles to it, but other than that small complaint perfect domesticity.
"Mom so nice to see you. You look great." Rumi stepped in moving to hug her mother, Celine's face twitched lightly at Rumi calling her mom. She'd called her Celine thorughout her entire childhood, the woman insisting she was not her mother.
That had been something they'd been working through in therapy, Celine was still adjusting to it but for Rumi it just felt right. Celine had always been her mother after all.
"Rumi sweetie, you look wonderful as well." Celine hugged her back arms rubbing Rumi's. Tears threatened to spring up to her eyes but Rumi fought them down. This kind of affection had been rare from Celine in the past. But now it was being given in abundance and Rumi couldn't be happier.
"I'll say." Mira whistled smiling. "I pick out a good outfit!" Celine shot a glare over at Mira, it was entirely threatless and both women laughed. Celine had of course been very protective of Rumi, so when the two of them had come to her with their relationship Celine had made sure to give Mira a very stern talking to.
But she'd seen how happy Rumi was and really that's all that mattered to her anymore.
"Yeah Rums you look like Hallmark small town christmas tree farm owner and Mira's the big city executive who falls in love with your effortless charm." Zoey broke the comfortable silence as she usually did with big smiles and trailing laughter.
The table was fully set, wanja jeon, tteokboki, manduguk, and rice cakes along with some very Zoey choices like pancakes, what Rumi was fairly sure was a turkey somehow stuffed with multiple other animals, and cookies. And of course the soju.
They all took their seats, Rumi next to Mira with Zoey sitting across from them, Celine at the head of the table. The food was passed around everyone's plates piled high though none quite as high as Zoey's. She'd made a lot of food sure but they all knew that Zoey's cooking never lasted long on a table. Even with just the four of them they'd work through this amount of food quickly.
Not to mention the booze. There wasn't enough for anyone to truly regret their choice of drinking but enough to ease them all into a more relaxed state.
The conversation came easily, Celine asked about the new album, Zoey's explanations of the themes and lyrics she'd been "cooking up like a Top Chef!" and Mira's choreo ideas flew around the table. Rumi chiming in on the songs she was helping write lyrics for as well as some of the more interesting instruments she planned on using for the tracks.
They asked Celine about her side of the business. Some new idol group she had signed recently had a performance coming up, the brand deals she was negotiating, several for Huntrix at the girls requests.
Zoey nearly died with excitement when Celine told her that she'd secured a brand deal with Goldfish and that Zoey, and Rumi and Mira, would be getting their own cracker designs that would be featured in a commercial airing in Korea in America. The maknae vibrated as she went deep into the "lore" of the Goldfish characters and how excited she was to see what Goldfish Zoey looked like.
Rumi had to admit she was a fan of the snack ever since Zoey had introduced them to it but her enthusiasm could never match that of Zoey achieving another childhood dream.
Rumi and Mira teasingly flirted back and forth when the topic turned to their wedding. It was just under a year out the date having been set for early November. Rumi gushed about the floral arragnements she'd been looking into and Mira bragged about the themeing and wedding planner she'd secured for the event.
It was going to be the biggest blowout wedding ever.
The conversation slowed as they dug deeper into the food. Rumi taking a surprising note of how many pancakes Celine was able to knock back.
"We toured in America and your mother insisted we visit the International House of Pancakes, I grew… fond of them during that time and admittedly I suppose I still am." That was not a memory she'd ever shared.
There was something incredibly heartwarming about those small casual stories of the Sunlight Sisters just being normal girls. To Rumi Mi-yeong, and Celine by extension had been these larger than life figures she'd needed to aspire to be like when she was younger.
These humanizing moments of theirs that Celine shared with her now held a special place in Rumi's heart.
As time ticked on the food dwindled to bare scraps of the once mighty feast Zoey had spent the day slaving over. Even the cookies were reduced to but crumbs in the onslaught of four hungry women on New Years Eve.
It was starting to get late nearly 9:30pm by the time all the food was gone and the conversation slowed enough to the point where it was getting time to leave.
The warmth of the last bit of soju still settled comfortably in Rumi's chest as Celine stood up.
"Well this has been lovely girls, thank you for inviting me over for dinner this year." Celine's smile was wide and genuine her cheeks barely even red from the drink at this point.
"Of course mom, I'm happy to have you over more. You know I love hearing those stories of you and eomma from back in the touring days." Celine nodded smiling still.
"Yes your eomma and I had some good times together back then. It's nice to reminisce about them with you." Celine looked like a weight had been lifted off of her chest these last few months, and, metaphorically at least, it really had. She'd become much more open and hoenest with herself and with Rumi.
"Yes well… Dr. Kim says that its a good way to, uhm, process things that I have blocked off." Celine's face winced at the robotic sound of her voice as she worked through the terminology that she'd clearly been working on.
Rumi's heart swelled again, the effort Celine had put forth meant a lot to her. She and Mira walked Celine to the door together as Zoey gathered up the plates to set them in the sink. As was was the rule when Zoey cooked, Mira and Rumi did the dishes, Zoey was just kind enough to give them a moment alone with Celine.
"Celine," Mira started a light smile stretching across her face "I'm really happy that you and Rumi have been working things out like this. I can see the effect it has on her every day it really does mean the world to her." Rumi beamed at her fiancee and then at her mother.
Celine's smile was still tight lipped, but more genuine than Rumi remembered seeing it in a very long time.
"Yes well, I've always been happy to put in the effort. I'm just glad to be putting it in the right direction this time." Mira opened the door and Celine stepped out into the hallway not turning to the elevator just yet. Hanging around for just a little bit longer.
"Really it's nice to see, I know I wasn't the easiest to deal with in the immediate aftermath but, I wanna thank you for trusting me with your daughter. She means the world to me and with you in her life again the approval really matters to me." Rumi giggled.
"You should've seen how nervous she was when she was going to ask you permission to propose." She elbowed Mira cheekily. "I've seen her sweat less after three encore shows." The three of them laughed lightly sharing the intimacy of the moment together.
"Yeah well anything for my Princess!" Mira said softly tracing the outline of Rumi's jaw with her hand. Rumi leaned into the touch a purring sound making itself heard unbidden.
"You love waiting on me hand and foot don't you daddy."
A plate shattered against the floor from the kitchen. An incredible range of emotions managed to make their way across four faces in the course of two seconds. Rumi's laughing stuttered to a halt when she noticed the pale look on Mira's face, her eyes blown wide with what could only be described as pure undiluted panic.
Playing over the last few seconds in her head Rumi's face went through the most change. Laughter, then confusion, followed by concentration, then realization. Horror dawned on her face as her eyes bugged out of her head realizing what she'd just said, who she'd said it in front of.
As her head whipped around to locate the sound Rumi saw Zoey. The most diabolically chaotice grin spreading slowly across her face. Thrill, pure joy, she was in the best position in the entire apartment area. Uninvolved, unembarassed, able to enjoy whatever glorious chaos was about to unfold.
Then, tenatively Rumi's head spun around to meet Celine's gaze catching Mira's trembling shoulders out of the corner of her eyes. Celine was staring absolute daggers directly forward. Rumi had missed her brief moment stunned confusion processing during her own journey to the realization. So all she saw was Celine's brow knitting, her eye twitching, and her mouth forming a snarl that bared teeth.
Oh god there was no way this could possibly be happening to her.
"Celine I can explain-" Mira started before being cut of by a guttural growl emanating from the holiday. Rumi spun and in a moment of pure panic pushed herself between Mira and Celine. A flash of rainbow light distracted Rumi.
Celine clutched, in hands that had already cut bleeding crescents into her palms. A pair of hand scythes gleamed with an iridescent glow. When she spoke her voice was icy, colder than Rumi thought she'd ever heard it before. It sent a chill down her spine panic rising in her chest.
"Rumi, please step aside, I have something I need to discuss with your bandmate." Oh no, oh shit oh no.
"Mira run." Rumi whispered. Not thinking twice Mira nodded pivoted on her heels and bolted. As she did Celine lunged forward bloodlust in her eyes as she brought the hand scythes up swinging one at Mira as she sprinted away. Rumi raised her arm deflecting the swing to the side.
Celine recovered instantly, seems her hunters instincts had barely dulled at all during their career. Zoey's cackle split up the silence as the maknae doubled over in laughterleaning against the kitchen counter for support.
Celine made a move to get around Rumi but she was the leader. She had to protect her bandmates from anything. The press, demons, and most terrifying of all, her own mother in the middle of a furious rage. She threw out her arms wrapping them around the furious Sunlight Sister who struggled to break her grip
"Celine calm down can we just talk about this like adults please." Rumi put all of her charm into her plea hoping it would be enough to at least falter Celine.
Celine's body froze and Rumi risked a glance up at her mothers face, incredulously staring back down at her. Celine spun tearing out of Rumi's grip but making sure to keep her daughter up right as she did so. Mira's feet beat against the stairs as she reached the second floor of the apartment area. Zoey's bedroom an en suite bathroom, and a few office like areas.
"No," Celine's voice stayed that same meter, same timbre, icy cold, rage seething just beneath the surface. "I need to speak with the woman who would dare to defile my daughter!" Her voice began to raise yelling out the last few words as she took off after Mira reaching the bottom step just as Mira disappeared from her view.
Rumi spun off balance still and tried to run after Celine but she was just a little bit slower. Zoey was laying on the floor in the kitchen clutching her stomach as raucous laughter echoed around the first floor, Celine's echoing footsteps in time with Miras.
"You could at least pretend to try and help us!" Rumi complained as she bolted past the kitchen not sparing Zoey a second glance. She had a little too much on her plate at the moment.
"But it's so… fucking… funny!" Zoey managed to get out between deep gulps of air.
"Oh shit!" Mira's voice from the second floor. Celine had reached the top of the stairs and Rumi heard two loud noises. One the loud slam of a door as Mira closed it in front of her. The second a solid thunk like something impacting the door at high velocity.
As Rumi scrambled to the top of the stairs, she came across the scene of Celine reaching the other side of the hallway, a hand scythe buried in the recently shut door, a leg coiling up as she prepared to strike at the door.
"Mother please!" Rumi begged, the plea falling on deaf ears as Celine's leg lashed out hitting the door right inbetween it's middle and top hinge, the wooden slab tearing off of those very hinges and flying into the en suite.
Rumi cried out in exasperation. Trying to run over to her mother who had entered the dark room breathing heavily, not from any exertion, no she wasn't even sweating. Pure rage had built up in her lungs to the point of spilling out.
"I know you can't see in the dark you little shit!" Celine's tone shocked Rumi, she'd seen Celine upset. Frustrated, crying, these last few months Rumi thought she'd seen every emotion her mother could muster. This… this was something else entirely.
"Now stop hiding behind these clothes right now Kang Mira or I will make it so much worse for you when I do catch you! I might even let you keep one of your arms!" Celine lashed out with the scythes throwing one again in an attempt to light up the dark en suite yanking it from the wall when the illumination wasn't enough.
Rumi figured she could probably convince Celine to pay for the tile she'd destroyed with that little stunt. Assuming they sruvived that is. A noise behind Rumi nearly startled her. Mira's perfume flooded her nose as the woman emerged from the bedroom.
Of course the en suite was connected to a closet, then directly to the bedroom. Mira had managed to maneuver herself into a good strategic position to keep herself alive and without being dismembered. Success! So far.
"Rumi I'm going to make a beeline for the elevator, don't put yourself in harms way but any time you can buy me would be greatly appreciated.
"And now you use her as a shield!"
"Gotta go." Mira was off again sprinting back down the stiars. A hand scythe breezed past Rumi's head clipping Mira's hair as it flew behind her, shearing off a few hairs before embedding in the wall of the stiarwell. Well at least it was out of reach for now.
"Celine please!" Rumi begged, holding out her arms to try and stop the raging hunter as she stalked her prey. "Let'st just be reasonable about this."
"She lost her right to reason the moment she defiled you in that way." Contrary to her clearly enraged appearance Celine didn't seem to be thrown by this game of cat and mouse. If anything she seemed to be thinking even more strageically now that adrenaline coursed through her veins.
She flexed her fingers dismissing her weapons. As Rumi took a step forward to try and get in her way again Celine spun to the side and firmly planted one hand on the bannister. She effortlessly vaulted over it with a nearly feline grace.
Rumi watched in shock as Celine dropped to the floor resummoning her weapons halfway down before landing, her legs absorbing the kinetic energy of the fall and transferring it flawlessly to a pounce as she leaped just a hairs breadth behind Mira throwing her shoulder in an effort to tackle Mira.
Mira however, perhaps reacting to Rumi's cry of worry, glanced back and saw her former mentor and future mother-in-law, again assuming they survived this experience hurtling towards her at speed. Celine had the practiced grace of a panther, practiced, easy, deadly.
Mira however, had all that same grace and the added benefit of youth. Thinking quick Mira planted her foot and cut to the side Celine's body thrown off balance by not meeting it's expected contact. Mira immediately sprang forward off her planted foot adding speed as she dashed to the still open door to the hallway. Her saving grace.
Celine managed to catch herself, stumbling a bit but able to correct and take up pursuit again. Mira kicked the door closed behind her as she burst thorugh the doorway lowering her head as she made a desperate sprint for the elevator.
Celine cut through the door with her hand scythes, a flashing arc as she threw them spinning to cut two deep gouges in the door throwing her shoulder at the weakened structure and blasting open a hole that her body hurtled through.
Picking up the weapons easily from where they landed in the floor, Mira was halfway to the elevator. Rumi had only just made it to the kithcen area by the time Celine burst through the doors. She groaned noting that Zoey had her phone out recording everything that went down.
"Zoeyyyy." Rumi groaned.
"Hey there is no way I'm letting anyone in this family forget what happened here tonight. Plus did you see her jump from the top of the stairs? It was so cool!"
"She's trying to kill Mira! Your best friend! My fiancee! Your othern best friends fiancee!" Zoey just shrugged.
"Mira'll be fine Rums she won't actually kill her."
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU IF I CATCH YOU YOU WHELP!"
"See she's fine!"
Rumi groaned in exasperation taking off towards the door. She saw Mira crash into the wall desperately pressing the elevator button as if that would make the elevator arrive faster. Unfortunately this meant she was staionary.
The first hand scythe flew from Celine's hand a moment later and Mira quickly fell onto her ass as it struck right over her head. Scrambling through opening doors as the elevator dinged the second hand scythe pierced her pant leg the sound of fabric ripping echoing down the hallway.
Safely inside the elevator Mira pressed the first button she could think to. Rumi could see the desperation in her eyes as Celine closed in, she was closer closer closer. The doors began to close Mira's chest heaving in panic. The hand scythes disappeared and then reappeared in Celine's hand one final thrown between the closing doors, desperation as the older woman realized she was going to just be too late.
The weapon arced slicing through the air whistling and trailing the iridescent light of the Honmoon. It struck and Mira gasped, Rumi shouted in panic as the elevator door closed, the hand scythe's sharp point buried in the back of the elevator, mere centimeters above Mira's had her hair wooshing from the force of the throw.
Color returned to her face for the first time since Rumi's slip up as the elevator door closed as soon as Celine's fist slammed forward denting the metal doors. Honestly Rumi was incredibly impressed at the show of strength.
Celine's body slumped the adrenaline momentarily lapsing as her prey disappeared from her sight. She whirled around on her heels stalking towards the door to the stairwell.
"Based on her arm length and the position she was seated in, adjusting for the added floors to the top of the penthouse necessitating smaller buttons," Celine muttered to herself appearing to do calculations in her head.
"Most likely approximate floor would be the 6th through 10th floors."
"Celine!" Rumi yelled stomping her foot. The woman's head snapped around to Rumi as if only just now noticing her for the first time since her fit of rage began.
Rumi's face was scrunched up into what she hoped was at least a little bit of an intimidating and angry expression. Celine flinched seeing it her hand freezing an inch from the door handle to the stairwell.
"You are going to stop this instant! You are going to walk with my back to the living room of the apartment area! And you are going to apologize to Mira for what you just put her through!"
Celine opened her mouth to protest,
"But darling she… " Celine trailed off as if trying to piece together a good argument for being mad, "She… "
"She didn't do anything! I let slip something that is deeply personal between us and frankly am entirely embarassed to have said that in front of you. Zoey will never let me live it down, and Mira might be traumatized for life due to it. BUT, she didn't do anything bad at all."
"But if you're calling her those types of names then she's, she's doing… that!" Celine gestured with her hands as if that explained her reaction at all.
"I am twenty-seven years old!" Rumi pinched the bridge of her nose sighing the embarassment in her chest overwritten by her overall exasperation at the situation that had been unfolding. "We have been doing things like that for years. And what you heard was something I suggested we do and she agreed because she is incredibly considerate and loving to me in ever way she can be!" Rumi took a breath her voice had been steadily raising and she needed to reign it in a bit, deep breaths let the red flustered tint flow away.
"I am lucky to have someone in my life who cares as much for me and is as attentive as Mira, you are lucky that she wants your approval! And you are going to give it to her becuase she has EARNED IT, by being there for me even when you weren't."
Celine deflated, her shoulders sagging. Rumi bit her lip maybe that had been a little too far.
"I'm sorry, I didn't meant that to come across as accusatory. I know you're working on it, I know we are working on it together. But I need you not to fly off the handle like that at Mira when all she's doing is trying to prove to you that she's right for me. She's already proven it to me, but you know how she is, you know why your approval is so important to her."
Celine nodded chagrinned. She'd calmed down by this point, taking the brunt of Rumi's words and allowing her to finish without interrupting even when Rumi knew she wanted to. It was another small step they'd taken together.
"You're right… I, that was out of hand. I see how it was embarassing for you to slip up like that and how my reaction was," Celine flinched looking embarassed "uncalled for."
"That's an understatement." Rumi's reply held no bite to it as she made her way closer to Celine wrapping her in a hug that Celine returned after a moments hesitation.
"I'm sorry Rumi, my actions were entirely out of hand." Rumi nodded squeezing Celine tight before releasing her from the hug.
"And I'm sorry for slpping I know that it's probably not easy to hear something like… that from your daughter no matter how old she is. I promise though, she treats me well." Celine nodded.
"That's all I can truly ask then." Rumi nodded back. She reached down to pull her phone out of her jeans pocket.
"Okay let me text Mira that she's safe to come back, let's head to the sitting room so everyone can catch their breaths. I need you to be very sincere, and very motherly to her okay?" Celine nodded in acquiescence.
"Of course, the apology I owe her is, perhaps a bit more serious."
"A bit you threw your weapons at her like six times or something." Celine flinched.
"Yes well I was never truly aiming to kill, only, incapacitate. She would not be seriously harmed by any weapon conjured from the Honmoon… I think." Rumi gaped at her in shock at the admission.
"You think!?" Celine smiled sheepishly as Rumi dragged her back to the main room and pointed at her to sit down on the couch. She finished typing out the message to Mira grumbling the whole time.
"We're definitely increasing the size of the wedding registry now. You'll be expected to cover for a bunch of the gifts." Celine nodded solemnly.
"Haha crazy to see how much you still got it tho Celine!" Zoey's head popped up from the back of the couch, startling Celine but not Rumi. "I mean the superhero landing from jumping from the top floor and how even after missing the tackle you still almost caught up to Mira." Zoey boobbed her head sagely, "You still got it girl!"
"I… thank you Zoey." Zoey threw up peace signs and headed to walk up the stairs.
"Aight now that all the fun stuff is done I'll leave you three for all the sappy apologies and stuff. Zoey out!" And like that she disappeared into her room leaving Celine and Rumi alone on the couch waiting for Mira.
They waited in an admittedly comfortable silence for two minutes before the destroyed doors creaked on their hinges as Mira tenatively pushed them open. She stepped through, still looking perfect. Not a hair on her head disturbed and the slit in her pants leg Celine had made almost looked tailored.
Rumi huffed, it was entirely unfair that despite everything that outfit had been through tonight it still looked freshly pressed. Maybe even better now that it showed of Mira's long, shapely legs.
Cut it out Rumi your stupid horny brain has caused enough trouble for tonight stop staring at her legs.
"Uhm, I'm going to walk over to the couch now, can I be assured no weapons will be flying at or through me?"
"Yes I promise." Celine said curtly. Rumi shot her a look and Celine replied with an apologetic look of her own. "Please come sit." Mira cautiously, slowly, made her way over and sat across from Rumi and Celine.
"Mira I am sorry. My reactions were entirely inappropriate, though I do not wish to know about what you and Rumi do in private, I recognize that my reaction was entirely immature and misdirected at you. Rumi has assured me that you are nothing but a consumate gentleman with her. So for my actions I deeply apologize." Celine stood and genuinely bowed to Mira.
Mira sat in the chair baffled at the complete 180 that Celine had done. Her eyes darted to Rumi the same panicked expression from earlier on her face as Celine bowed. She mouthed What do I do? To which Rumi just smiled broadly and held up her thumbs encouragingly.
"Of course Celine, I would never do anything to hurt Rumi. I love her more than I've ever loved anything else in the world." Rumi's heart fluttered, she could be so damn sweet when she wanted to be. "Your approval is," Mira paused searching for the proper words, "important to me thank you for granting it."
"Of course, nothing but the best for my duaghter and she has made it abundantly clear to me that the best is you. And please you can call me eomma or mother if you would like to." Rumi could see tears spring into Mira's eyes, she held them back her voice wavering.
"Thank you eomma, I'd really like that." Celine stepped forward holding out her arms. Mira jumped into them squeezing Celine tightly. Celin grunted and let her arms settle around Mira holding her. Mira's shoulders shook with unspent tears.
Rumi just sat back and smiled watching Mira receive a catharsis that she'd desperately needed. They hugged for a moment longer before Mira separated them.
"Sorry I uh, I don't know what came over me." Mira wiped at her face clearly equally surprised that no actual tears had made their way out.
"No need to apologize, again that's my job today it would seem. Thank you 우리 딸 for being what my Rumi has so desperately needed when I couldn't be. And for allowing me to be here to see what the two of you are growing into together."
Mira was absolutely crying now. The affectionate term from Celine clearing breaking the already fragile damn that had been holding her back. Rumi stood up and wrapped her arms around the two of them bringing the small family into a group hug.
She made eye contact with Celine and smiled widely, Thank you. That means more to her than you know. She mouthed Celine simply returning her smile with her own slightly awkward smile. Anything for someone who makes you so happy, Celine mouthed back.
They stood there until Mira stopped shaking.
"Gods I'm making a terrible impression being such a blubbering mess like this." Rumi rubbed her fiancee's arm.
"No Ttalgi, you just feel a lot. Don't apologize it's what I love so much about you." They stood around for another moment quietly. All taking breaths and trying to put the earlier events of the night behind them.
After another few moments they were back to the scene of the crime, standing in the ruins of the doors to the hallway, Celine on the outside saying goodbye.
"Thank you again for having me over tonight. And thank Zoey for cooking for me please it was an excellent meal. I'm glad at least one of the three of you managed to figure that one out." Celine winked, clearly feeling more comfortable joking with them compared to earlier.
Maybe it was a small blessing, an embarassing one sure, but a blessing nonetheless if it resulted in Celine joking around with Mira now too. It would at least put Mira more at ease.
"Thank you again for coming eomma." Mira had called Celine nothing else since being given permission. She glowed every time and Celine seemed to take to it better now the more Mira said it. It was a good look on her.
"And sorry for making everything so awkward, we really do need to have someone come fix all the doors you destroyed though." Celine barked a laugh, maybe still slightly embarassed and uncomfortable with her extreme blow up.
"Yes I'll contact Bobby and have him send a contractor as soon as possible. I, apologize again for earlier." Rumi and Mira both nodded just wanting to put the whole situation behind them.
They walked Celine to the elevator Mira pressing the button to call it.
"They should be repaired as soon as the holidays are finished I hope it's not too inconvenient until then."
"We'll make do." Rumi assured kindly. "Goodnight mom!" The elevator doors opened and Celine stepped in as Rumi and Mira waved. A mischevious glint appeared in Celine's eye, an expression Rumi was entirely unused to on her. Something settled deep in her gut at seeing that.
She was unsure what thought had just crossed Celine's mind but as the older woman held out her hand to stop the elevator doors from closing Rumi realized she was dreading it greatly. A quick glance at Mira showed that she echoed Rumi's concern.
"You know, I think I do know part of why I reacted so strongly earlier." Despite her better judgment Rumi cocked her head.
"Oh and why is that?" She regretted it immediately, knew it was the wrong decision she just didn't know why yet.
"I guess I should've expected it honestly but it was just odd. To hear you call Mira what your mother so often called me."
And with that she lifted her hand and the elevator door closed. Leaving Rumi and Mira standing there stunned unable to react in any way to that genuinely traumatic information as Zoey's cackling echoed in the background.