Author: Cynthia Taz
Tara made her way into the office, half expecting to be greeted by a cute redhead, only to find gallons of ice cold water pouring from above her as she found herself the target of the waka-gashira's glare.
"You. Go," Miyuki ordered before Tara could say anything. "Get me water. I want it iced."
Sighing, Tara was about to turn around when she felt a hand on her back, stopping her. "I will get someone to fetch you water, Miyuki-san." The corner of the blond's lips couldn't help but curved up a bit. She sighed, enjoying the warmth coming from the small palm through her shirt.
"Willow-san!" Miyuki jumped up, pushed Tara out of the way and gave the redhead a hug that lasted a bit too long for Tara's liking. "I've been waiting for you. Let's go!"
"Actually," Willow took a step back, distanced herself from her waka-gashira. "TJ will take you to a secure location to watch the race."
"It's simply not a risk you should take, Miyuki-san."
"But you will be there with me! Why can't I-"
"Things are different now." Willow's voice softened, and Tara couldn't help but wonder if it was regard that she could detect from her words - regard for herself, and regard for the woman who Tara loved to hate. "You are our waka-gashir now, Miyuki-san. I simply cannot allow you to take that risk." She turned and started walking away, gesturing Tara to follow her. "I'm sorry."
Tara followed the quiet redhead towards the car park, and halted when she spotted her dream car at the lot. "It's..."
"Infernus." Willow answered, and made her way to the car.
Tara swallowed, hard. To her, Infernus was her Palpatine - the one car that always called to her dark side; she almost become a criminal for real just to steal one of these babies.
"Here." Willow pulled out something from under her kimono (and to Tara's excitement - somewhere in between the redhead's breast) and threw it to Tara.
Willow rolled her eyes. "No. I'm just yanking you." At Tara's horrified expression, the redhead threw her hands in the air. "Gosh. You're even worst than the boys." She opened the door on the passenger side and stepped inside. When Tara did not follow, Willow called out again. "Are you coming or not?"
Under Willow's instruction, Tara stopped the car just about a block away from the casino. When she spotted three other cars waiting ahead, she turned questionably towards Willow.
"We'll wait until Miyuki is ready." Willow explained as she gestured at the waiting cars. "She's watching, so you better win the race." Tara frowned but nodded. Willow peeked at her for a second before turning back towards the window. "Ever street race before?" Tara shook her head. "Umm."
"Can I... can I ask you something?"
"The car has been modified."
"No, that's not... it has?"
"There are two important factors for someone to win a street race. One, the car; two, the driver. Most of the time I got only one to work on... but if my guess' right, you are the second factor I've been waiting for." Paused. "So... your question?"
"I was just wondering... last time... the container in the Portland Dock..." The blond took a deep breath. "Are you Bunny Hugger?"
"I never hug a bunny before. Never had one." Willow muttered, watching people walking pass via the side window.
"Oh. Okay." Paused. "Are you going to be... here?" Willow cocked her head at the blond. "I mean... in the passenger seat?"
"Am I not allowed?"
"Yes. I mean, no, I..." Tara took a deep breath. "Street racing is dangerous, and..."
"I trust you."
"But..." Tara's head dropped a bit, her eyes downcast. "I never... and I..."
Willow turned towards Tara, her palms holding Tara's cheeks lightly, forcing the blue eyes to meet her own green. "I. Trust. You."
The two girls stared at each other for a long time. Slowly, Tara inched forward. Her lips were just seconds away from Willow's...
When the cell on the dashboard suddenly rang. Tara jumped back, her head hitting the side window. "Ouch." The blond frowned, her palm smoothing the back of her head, watching as Willow answered the phone. "Y-yes?" Paused. "Okay." The redhead switched off the phone and took a deep breath. "Let's go."
The grin on Tara's face refused to leave as she stared goofily at the changing numbers in the elevator which would bring her and Willow back to the redhead's apartment. The race had gone better than Tara had expected: the Infernus had been one of the fastest and smoothest car she had ever driven; it had not been that obvious when Tara drove it in normal speed, but in the race... it was just magnificent, and Tara suspected that it had a lot to do with the modification that had been done on the car.
Besides, the redhead had told Tara to keep the car. It was definitely awwwwesome.
When the door of the elevator finally opened, Tara followed Willow into the apartment. The blond watched with a raising eyebrow as the redhead took off her, interestingly, pair of red sneakers, and put them into the shoe cabinet nearby before moving towards one of the rooms at the far end of the corridor. Tara followed, and found herself inside a room with only a huge futon in the middle and a laptop next to it, and a japanese sword displayed on top of the drawer nearby. "Wait here." Willow ordered, picking up some clothing from drawer chest before disappearing behind the only wooden door in this apartment.
Feeling out of place, Tara shifted her legs a bit, waiting, until the cop living within her finally couldn't take it and made her sniff around. There was nothing in the room that even indicated someone was living here except for the futon and the laptop, so the blond moved towards the drawer.
There was nothing special: a blanket, couple sets of black kimono, jeans and jumpers... and underwear. The blond was momentary tempted to stuff her hand into the said drawer until she remembered she was supposed to be a cop, and not a perv.
So, to her own disappointment, she closed the drawer, sat on the futon, and waited like a good girl while letting the heat on her cheeks reminded her what she was thinking just seconds ago.
But the good girl attitude last only until Willow walked back into the room with a short sleeveless top and gym shorts. Her hair was still wet, a fluffy tower dripped on her shoulder, her face flashed from the shower. The blond's jaw dropped immediately.
"You alright?" Willow cocked her head at the blond who had the same color on her face as the redhead's hair.
Tara swallowed. "I-I'm g-good."
"If you said so." Willow shrugged, towering her hair a bit before throwing the wet tower casually towards the corner of the room. "Wait here." The redhead turned around, and Tara's eyes immediately focused on the bottom of the tattoo that could be seen on her lower back. The tattoo must have covered Willow's whole back, and Tara wondered how she could have missed it before.
The redhead disappeared into the corridor, before coming back with a huge box of parcel in her hands. "Here." She put it down right in front of Tara.
Tara frowned. "What's this?"
"You don't think I would come without bearing gift, wouldn't you?" The Yakuza asked with a silly smile on her face. "Open it?"
Tara raised an eyebrow, but opened it anywhere, and blinked in surprise when she saw the content inside the box. "It's..."
"Kitty bed... kitty toilet... chewy toy... kitty bowl..." The redhead pulled the objects out one by one. "This one is so cool." She pulled out a metal bottle with a tray that looked rather like a coffee machine. "It's an automatic pet feeder with timer. You know, so you don't have to worry that you might have to stay out for a long time and can't feed the kitty. I've also ordered the one with cell phone feature so you can just call whenever you want your kitty to be fed but it won't arrive until next week... oh. Oh! And this one is soooo cool! It got this remote control and-"
Willow did not get to finish as Tara shot forward and hugged the redhead tight. "Thank you." The blond said sincerely. "But it's too much." She looked around at the piles of goodies.
"It's not. Besides, they're not really for you; they're for your kitty." Willow pointed out. "Unless you like this?" The redhead giggled, pulling out a plastic wand that had a fake bird with fluffy feathers attached on the other end and started waving it in front of the blond.
Tara smiled, gently pushed the fake bird away from her face. "How did you know about the kitty anyways?"
The widened grin on Willow's face almost blinded Tara. "Magic."