"I mean, trespassing into Yokohama and destroying an entire warehouse of Port Mafia supplies can't go unpunished."
She watches the video to completion and then rewinds the footage, the shadows in the room move and dance as the video replays. The computer is the only source of light or sound, everything else is quiet and dark.
"I can't wait to beat you again! Maybe this time you can be my maid and dog!"
The words echo across the room as she does it again. Her eyes never stray from the screen, every second they flick around the screen in a hungry search for something.
"As I said, stay away from Yokohama alright?"
She wastes no time and plays it again.
A voice interrupts the repetitive playing of the video, someone breaks the quiet that has long since developed in the room. "Seriously, how many times are you going to do that?"
The video pauses, just as a gun is brought out and a woman's muffled screams begin. The one before the computer screens huffs in annoyance, "You interrupted, don't do that."
She clicks play again.
The other woman sighs and leisurely walks towards the computer desk, "I bet you have the whole thing memorised by now, just stop already."
She pauses the video more aggressively than last time. Her eyes, a steel blue, turn to her companion, "The Boss told us to get information on these kids. I'm just doing my job, unlike you." Now is not the time to be bothered after all, not when she has something important to do.
The other woman laughs, "Ha! When did you get so snarky?" She leans onto the desk and blocks the video with her body, "And yea, the Boss did say that but obsessing over one video is hardly getting information, are you even learning anything new from all this?"
"Yes, a lot." She answers in a snipped tone.
The other woman raises her wrist absent-mindedly and watches as flowers bloom across it, "Really now? And what exactly are you noticing?"
"Why should I tell you?"
The flowers, fox gloves to be specific, continue to grow as the woman shrugs, "Oh maybe because we're teammates?"
Her face remains carefully blank but, for just a moment, her eyes flash with something darker. One moment, her disgust at such a statement was clearly visible but in the next returned to blankness. She nods slightly, "Fine then, I'll write it up for you, happy?"
As the flower reach their limit the woman smiles, "Very." The flower heads begin to droop and fall, something that gets a look of annoyance. The fact the woman makes no move to clean up the fallen heads is a further cause of irritation.
"I'm done with this discussion," She scowls and easily flicks the video onto a different monitor. She clicks play just as the other woman sighs heavily.
"Should we let her have some last words Chibi?"
The screen turns to black and the room turns dark, the other woman smiles cheekily with the power cord in her hand. Even without the light of the computer, it isn't hard to see the expression on the woman's face, not when it's so clear the joy she takes from causing trouble. A second passes and with a glare full of detest she demands, "What is wrong with you Harue?"
Harue hums, "Well I could ask you the same." Her arm swings away and the last of the heads hit the ground. She grins at the myriad of blues and purples that lay around her, the other woman continues to look upon them in disdain. She hates those flowers and hates the one that makes them even more.
With a smile bordering on a smirk she leans in until their faces nearly touch, "You should get some beauty sleep."
Scoffing, one of the faces pulls away, "That's rich coming from you." The bags under Harue's eyes are only exaggerated in the dark like this, they hang low and almost seem to be physically dragging her face down. In contrast, she knows that no such bags are on her face, she knows this face well after all so there is no doubt.
"Hmm maybe," the Harue admits, "But we have that meeting tomorrow remember? Can't have you looking anything but your best when meeting someone of such calibre as Nedzu." Harue is the one who should worry about looking a mess, this little warning, or whatever it is serves no purpose. She has never looked anything but her best, that is another truth.
A silent moment passes, perhaps if she relents then the nuisance will leave her alone. "Fine. From now on though you are not permitted to enter my office."
"Sure sure, I'll remember that." Harue hops off the desk and begins making her way to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, Koharu."
Koharu nods but doubts this will be the last time she is bothered like this. She waits and, when the coast is clear, turns back to her computer and plugs it back in. As blue light fills the room once again she brushes away flower heads with a sleeved hand and settles in to do her job. The video begins.
"Is it on then?"
"Yea, no one is watching though."