Kafka x Reader

Train Express, right?

"Now, now. You'll go with Dan Heng, March is already waiting for you guys." The paprika lioness says, pushing Trailblazer alongside Dan Heng out of the train. The bunny, er, rabbit ? - Pom Pom, was soundly asleep in her own room all the way in the front of the train. So she has no idea what's happening right now. "Are you sure about this, Himeko? We should do our missions.." Trailblazer comments, unsure. "Positive, you all need some fun time to do. Besides, you haven't been here before, no? March will be glad to show you around." Himeko smiles, pushing them out finally and shutting the door on them. "Have fun~"

The trailblazer in question had an odd feeling, but they shrugged it off and followed Dan Heng.

"Oh, being harsh on Stella already? That's mean, Hime." A deep feminine voice out of nowhere - behind the lioness, truth to be told - said. Himeko feels arms draping around her waist gently, she then felt something rest onto her shoulder. It was that criminal's face; Kafka.

"Tsk, don't act as if you know me well, criminal." Himeko lightly pushes her away from herself, turning around with arms crossed and a sour face.

"Ouch, darling. Don't you think you should be soft on me?" Kafka comments, acting as if she were to be hurt. "Soft on you? Never." Himeko remarks. Ever since Kafka got herself into the train somehow, she's been harassing the red lioness for quite some time already. Though the cat wasn't out of the bag yet; no one knows she's here occasionally coming and leaving as she pleases besides the paprika.

Kafka, at the speed of light, used her triumph card — a gun underneath Himeko's jaw while her hands were already tied by a magenta colored rope above her head. She growls underneath her breath, cursing herself for not seeing this through.

"Will you apologize now, kitty?" Kafka cooes, grinning a small smile.

"Fuck you." While saying so with fierce eyes, she got downright smacked on the cheek. That was sudden, she was all to be sure she wasn't even capable of doing that. But now, she guesses Kafka has changed that much throughout the years.

Her face was distorted, it was dark, something lingered across her mind. What's worse is that she quickly put a smile, Himeko couldn't comprehend it now if she just stayed a little longer with that new expression. What was that?
"Guess I'll have to teach my cub what manners are."