Tango bar on Java station // Since it seems there isn't any java bar WH

[Yaoquizque]

"Tying me up? Do you really think you have the strength to do such a thing?"
She smiled softly after having taken a sip from her glass.
"Do i need to remind you how that training we had in your parents' house ended?"

She swayed her head a couple of time as he wasn't answering, contenting himself with staring at his cup of tea.
"If i recall correctly, you ran away in shame like a poor little thing. It was somewhat cute to watch, that said.."
"But you are still injured. Not knowing your limits will get you killed one day."
"Really? Try your luck then, if i'm such an easy target!" she replied point-blankly with a moderate amount of anger.

He chose to ignore that.
"Why did you follow me?"
"Told you. It was getting too boring. And Amaya is quite annoying these days. Something must be wrong with her."
"Hmm... Naturally. And nothing is wrong with you. You should be at home, resting. Not following someone trying to achieve something important, thus potentially ruining his chances to succeed."

She didn't reply, grabbing his arm instead to pull him.
"Come! Let's dance!"
"Junko... Junko!"

He finally forced her to stop as they were about to enter in the small space that seemed to be dedicated for dancing.
Taking her head between his hands, he waited for her to look into his eyes. She just looked feverish.
He was knowing her enough by now to see through those barriers, uncovering a torn apart nature he never came to see before.
"What's wrong..?" asked in a reassuring tone Ishikawa "I don't recognize you..."
The woman looked away, biting her lower lip.
"It's just..."

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