章 14: Don’t Start A Fire You Can’t Handle

* Happy new month of May!

[KIYOMI]

In her entire life, Queen Sakura Watanabe had seen a lot of crazies, hell she was one of the crazies, but even her kind of crazy would never match up to Kiyomi Kimura's crazy. The woman was nuts in the head and that excited Sakura.

She was unpredictable as fuck, making it hard for Sakura and her people to keep up, but at the same time, it was like Sakura was always looking forward to whatever the wild woman would be doing next.

Maybe she was enjoying it a little too much, because, at the moment, Kiyomi had literally blown up the SUV they had arrived in, and had obviously injured a few of the Russian men in black, not that Sakura cared about that.

"Well, not my problem… Do you want me to wait for you while you check which screw in her head is loose this time?" Sakura asked and Otaru looked at his queen like there were a little too many things wrong with her at the moment.

Maybe he was the one getting surprised by his queen each time, though there was no telling what the fuck as going on here at the moment. It was like the universe had placed a gamble on two wild souls and bound them together in the craziest of ways.

In what universe was it ever okay for Sakura Watanabe, the realm's psycho, to be bound to the crazy surgeon who clearly had no regard for her life? What did they want Otaru to make of his life then?

"If you make a step from there, you're going to get her on your own," Otaru said and Sakura just shrugged. She hadn't been expecting the chaos and she wasn't in the mood to play babysitter for the mad adult, so she stayed put.

"Let me go!! I'm going to fuck you up if you don't let me leave, you fucked up psychos!! I don't know what the bitch in heels promised you, but I'm not giving you shit!" Doctor Kiyomi shouted at the Russian men who had managed to get her out of the SUV.

She looked unharmed, save for a few bruises from the impact. Then again her forehead was bleeding, perhaps because of the force, but then she had gone all bonkers. Surely she didn't expect that she would be left unscathed, right?

"You kill your master? Now you want to kill us?" one of the Russian guards said and Kiyomi spit right in his face as if to tell him that this wasn't the time for all that bullshit. She was in need of her freedom.

"This little cunt," the Russian guard said as he raised his hand to smack some sense into Kiyomi. However, before his hand could even reach the crazed woman who was staring at him definitely, someone held him back.

"You touch my petal and I will burn you alive," a familiar bored voice spoke and Kiyomi signed defeatedly. Her fate wasn't changing anytime soon it seemed and now she was going back to the woman who had forced her into this state.

"Why you—" the Russian began and Sakura stared right into his spit-covered eyes, daring him to say something, to defy what she had just said, almost like she wanted to cause a little more trouble than her troublemaker had.

"Fine… take her before I kill her," the guard said and Sakura just laughed in his face, before she slapped his head off of his neck, making Kiyomi gasp at the sight. Of all the things she had expected, a head freely rolling on the ground, wasn't it.

The Russians couldn't believe that it was possible for someone to do such a thing and instinctively, they stepped back, a few feet away from Kiyomi for fear of what the crazy woman would do to them.

There were rumors about Sakura Watanabe and her unhinged state and they should have listened a little too carefully, because right now they were staring at a woman who had managed to kill one of their own and was even bothered by the blood covering her.

It was like Sakura didn't give a shit about the state at the moment, all this time, her eyes held Kiyomi's as if silently asking her if she was okay, yet at the same time, telling her to try and make another run and see what would happen to her.

Of course, Otaru knew that Sakura was still intrigued by Kiyomi and wouldn't harm the woman, at least until she was done, but Kiyomi had no clue. And right now, it seemed like Sakura Watanabe was so close to sentencing her to death.

"You… You fucking slapped his head off his neck? What the fuck is wrong with you and why the hell did you choose me of all the crazies out there?" Kiyomi asked, and this time, unlike the other times, she wasn't screaming at Sakura.

It was quite the opposite really. Her voice was low, barely above a whisper and it was coated with shock and the inability to comprehend what she had just seen. The mad woman had killed someone for her and she didn't know how to feel about that.

"I could give yours a test slap and see if it will roll as neatly as his," Sakura suggested, a daring smirk on her face even as the blood from the man spilled on her. She wasn't the least bit bothered by it and it was not comforting at all.

"I'm sorry," Kiyomi spoke with a bowed head, almost like she was shamed, a simple act that surprised the Lycan queen in ways more than once. She could have assumed it was a mock apology, but the sincerity in Kiyomi's voice was gut-wrenching for Sakura.

"What was that petal?" Sakura asked as she lifted Kiyomi's chin.

"I'll tag along to the gates of the fucking hell you want me to," Kiyomi said and Sakura didn't believe her this time. Her voice was different from the tone she had used when she apologized and fuck it was exciting for Sakura.

She knew she had a troublemaker in her hands at the moment and she loved that Kiyomi Kimura didn't care about anything other than fighting for what she wanted, and strangely enough, Sakura knew what Kiyomi wanted.

"I don't give a shit. Now come along, we're late to the meeting," a bloodied Sakura said to a still-stinking Kiyomi, holding her hand protectively like she was letting everyone here know that the woman was hers and hers alone.

"No way," Kiyomi mumbled when she felt the sparks between them when Sakura held her hands. She must have been mistaken because of the current situation, right? There was just no way this crazy woman was really hers, right?

"Did you say something, petal?" Sakura asked as they walked to the entrance of the huge Russian building that was filled with guards who were ready to kill Kiyomi and Sakura and yet were scared shirtless because they had seen the impossible.

"Yeah… let's get this over with so the Russians can kill me and get their revenge and you will have enough space for another fucking contract alright?" Kiyomi said defiantly, her heart aching at the trough of others replacing her.

What the fuck was really happening to her and was she really bound to this psycho by the fates?

"Great… Thought you'd never ask, petal."