Kakegurui Fine Wine [KIRARI X SAYAKA] -- ONESHOTS

Chapter 169: To Stake It All

"Perhaps.. I have been wrong all along"

Kirari debates with herself, touching the steamy panel of the shower door. She swiftly emerges completely nude with her perky breasts in view, draping wet from the icy embrace of the shower, a veil of mixed steam trailing behind her as she grips the shower door handle tightly, each breath she released deep and lingering as it condensed on the glass doors. Seemingly, cold water droplets slid down her clear smooth skin, she gently closed her oceanic blue eyes and gently wiped her face with the towel, pushing back the tendrils of her snowy white fringe to the side with the gentle swipe of her left hand.

She wrapped herself in the soft embrace of her azure cotton towel carefully, then she meticulously stepped out of the shower, recomposed herself and donned her scarlet academy uniform, each movement unhurried and deliberate, each body twist deep and thoughtful with unpredictable wonder, the yearning to reflect back on her sins. She was faced with a personal struggle.

However, despite the gnawing hunger within, she dared not venture into the desolate expanse of the kitchen. Memories, sharp and poignant, clung to every counter surface. Each obsidian marble countertop echoed the close intimacy once shared with Sayaka, every passionate kiss, every moan, every yearning touch and sensation, every stolen glance and intimate whispered secret nude. The room was completely filled with the haunting scent of blooming red roses, a testament to an intimate passion that felt as if their skin deep love had bloomed ever so freshly just yesterday at midnight.

She ventured into the room quietly despite her resistance, her sharp oceanic blue gaze setting on the polished black marble kitchen table that sat regally in the expansive room. Her oceanic blue eyes drifted to the opulent golden-framed glass door, which showcased her meticulously manicured garden of lilies and roses. Yet, the vast mansion echoed with utter and complete silence. The familiar presence of her sister, Ririka, who would usually be preparing breakfast or tending to Kirari's cherished white lilies and crimson roses outside, was notably absent. It seems that Ririka hadn't returned from Mary's residence, and the weight of solitude pressed heavily on Kirari's womanly shoulders.

However, as the sun's first rays began to pierce the horizon, Kirari found herself isolated in the grandeur, her thoughts were her only companions in the dawning day, as worries continued to rest on her shoulders. She had been torn between both reason and hidden emotion, finding herself irresistibly drawn to her phone against her stern resistance, nestled deep within her checkered skirt pocket. She hesitated for a brief moment, then dialed Sayaka's number. Yet, to her dismay, the call went through unanswered, dissolving into the haunting void of the unknown, which left her with a taste of hidden unease.

"It seems..you do not wish to hear from me, Sayaka.."

Kirari quietly sighs. Suddenly, a surge of unease gripped her, a sensation so foreign it took her aback with a sudden step back. Was this concern? Was this Worry? Kirari wrestled with these unfamiliar emotions, caught off guard by her own secret vulnerability. Though she was often deemed an enigma, with her actions as unpredictable as the rustling eastern winds, she had never anticipated the outcome of herself becoming ensnared in such a sticky web of conflicting feelings, which would make Kirari start to question her very own sanity herself.

"You.. make me wonder whether I'm a fool"

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However, despite her unexpected shortcomings she peered out at the sky outside through the double glass doors, which revealed skies bleak with heavy clouds threatening rain. She bid herself no time and summoned her trusted driver, Sebastian. Soon enough, she was escorted to her limousine. The somber atmosphere weighed down upon them as they embarked on their journey to Hyakkou Academy. The car's interior was filled with an oppressive silence that pierced deep, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the occasional patter of raindrops which touched upon the glass windows of the expensive limousine.