game over (?)
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lesbocannibalDearly Departed and Batty Beauties,
The Lady of the Meats has posted her first work to the Ladies Bingo 2023-2024 collection! This is a Nemiyan fic for the prompt "Hate". Nemiyan is a very dear ship to her heart and it's quite underrated. She hopes you enjoy!
Read on AO3: game over (?)
Nemesis is fueled by one thing, and that’s hate.
As she stalks the smoky, neon-lit streets, she knows this to be true. There are many weapons in hidden pockets on the inside of her overcoat, and each one has a different fantasy attached.
This icepick will look so pretty sticking out of Ayano’s eye. This knife will unleash a positively gorgeous rainbow of guts, once Nemesis digs it into Ayano’s soft underbelly. This gun will blow a cacophony of crimson across the wall and it will end with Ayano’s body slumping down.
Nemesis is a woman of few words and many murders. She has eyes on her target. Ayano is fifteen feet ahead of her, wearing a long-sleeved gray dress over black jeans. Her chunky sneakers are muddy, and her gait looks uneven. She looks exhausted, and one arm is clutching her side—an injury? All the better.
As she watches, Ayano disappears into a secluded, low-traffic footpath. It’s Nemesis’s time to shine. She speeds up her walk—it’s never a conspicuous run, only a speed walk.
The second she sees Ayano again, she has her at gunpoint. “Game over, Aishi.”
Ayano stays silent. She draws her hand away from her side and her fingers are soaked in blood. Nemesis lowers her gun, slightly. “Ha, this’ll be easy, then.”
The ever-taciturn Ayano just looks up from underneath her feathery bangs and shoots Nemesis a look of pure hatred. Her eyes are creepy—this weird dusty black, more gray than brown, like all life has been sucked out of them. They reflect no shine, not even in the neon universe of the streets. Nemesis doesn’t let that scare her, though, and she walks right up to her and puts the gun under her chin. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this? You’ll pay for what you did to me, Aishi.”
Ayano reaches up and touches Nemesis’s face with her bloody hand. Nemesis feels a spat of revulsion—ew, Aishi’s dirty body fluids are on her now, she’s gonna get AIDS.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Nemesis hisses.
The girl that she has been chasing for ten years finally speaks. “Because I’ve already won.”
That strikes the fear of God into Nemesis. If she knows one thing, it’s that Ayano is cold and efficient and deadly when she wants to be—and there is no emotion in her voice, no indication that this is a bluff. Nemesis fully believes it.
And she’s right to, because a second later, something launches at her face and the blinding pain in her eye forces her to let go of Ayano. She staggers back, the pain making her uninjured eye water.
Ayano’s still hurt. She wasn’t lying about that. She goes right back to clutching her side, but she walks up to Nemesis and puts her sneaker on her jaw. Nemesis pants through exertion and pain. Ayano stoops and picks up the thing that attacked Nemesis—
—it’s a huge rat. It’s Ayano’s pet rat that she’s had this entire time. God, Nemesis feels stupid. Ayano is an emotionless shell, why would she genuinely find joy in an animal? Nemesis wanted to believe she was human so badly, and look where it’s gotten her. As she watches, convulsing in pain on the ground of the alleyway, Ayano gives the rat a small scratch under the chin and puts it on her shoulder. She leaves without so much as another word.
Damn it. Damn it! Nemesis curls into the fetal position, pressing her fingers hard over her bleeding eye. Not even another word. How dare she leave without any banter with her nemesis?
How dare she leave without letting Nemesis tell her that she loves her?
The Lady of the Meats has posted her first work to the Ladies Bingo 2023-2024 collection! This is a Nemiyan fic for the prompt "Hate". Nemiyan is a very dear ship to her heart and it's quite underrated. She hopes you enjoy!
Read on AO3: game over (?)
Nemesis is fueled by one thing, and that’s hate.
As she stalks the smoky, neon-lit streets, she knows this to be true. There are many weapons in hidden pockets on the inside of her overcoat, and each one has a different fantasy attached.
This icepick will look so pretty sticking out of Ayano’s eye. This knife will unleash a positively gorgeous rainbow of guts, once Nemesis digs it into Ayano’s soft underbelly. This gun will blow a cacophony of crimson across the wall and it will end with Ayano’s body slumping down.
Nemesis is a woman of few words and many murders. She has eyes on her target. Ayano is fifteen feet ahead of her, wearing a long-sleeved gray dress over black jeans. Her chunky sneakers are muddy, and her gait looks uneven. She looks exhausted, and one arm is clutching her side—an injury? All the better.
As she watches, Ayano disappears into a secluded, low-traffic footpath. It’s Nemesis’s time to shine. She speeds up her walk—it’s never a conspicuous run, only a speed walk.
The second she sees Ayano again, she has her at gunpoint. “Game over, Aishi.”
Ayano stays silent. She draws her hand away from her side and her fingers are soaked in blood. Nemesis lowers her gun, slightly. “Ha, this’ll be easy, then.”
The ever-taciturn Ayano just looks up from underneath her feathery bangs and shoots Nemesis a look of pure hatred. Her eyes are creepy—this weird dusty black, more gray than brown, like all life has been sucked out of them. They reflect no shine, not even in the neon universe of the streets. Nemesis doesn’t let that scare her, though, and she walks right up to her and puts the gun under her chin. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this? You’ll pay for what you did to me, Aishi.”
Ayano reaches up and touches Nemesis’s face with her bloody hand. Nemesis feels a spat of revulsion—ew, Aishi’s dirty body fluids are on her now, she’s gonna get AIDS.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Nemesis hisses.
The girl that she has been chasing for ten years finally speaks. “Because I’ve already won.”
That strikes the fear of God into Nemesis. If she knows one thing, it’s that Ayano is cold and efficient and deadly when she wants to be—and there is no emotion in her voice, no indication that this is a bluff. Nemesis fully believes it.
And she’s right to, because a second later, something launches at her face and the blinding pain in her eye forces her to let go of Ayano. She staggers back, the pain making her uninjured eye water.
Ayano’s still hurt. She wasn’t lying about that. She goes right back to clutching her side, but she walks up to Nemesis and puts her sneaker on her jaw. Nemesis pants through exertion and pain. Ayano stoops and picks up the thing that attacked Nemesis—
—it’s a huge rat. It’s Ayano’s pet rat that she’s had this entire time. God, Nemesis feels stupid. Ayano is an emotionless shell, why would she genuinely find joy in an animal? Nemesis wanted to believe she was human so badly, and look where it’s gotten her. As she watches, convulsing in pain on the ground of the alleyway, Ayano gives the rat a small scratch under the chin and puts it on her shoulder. She leaves without so much as another word.
Damn it. Damn it! Nemesis curls into the fetal position, pressing her fingers hard over her bleeding eye. Not even another word. How dare she leave without any banter with her nemesis?
How dare she leave without letting Nemesis tell her that she loves her?
