The Girl in Black

Things had been pretty slow for Kuro lately to say the least. Life as a pro fighter was unexpectedly quiet, or at least not as busy as she thought it'd be at first. Some other girls seemed to be more fortunate with their career, but such was life. Sometimes you hit gold, but most of the times, it'd be dirt. Not that she's complaining too much about it, but something did feel missing lately. When she felt like taking a break from the books and games she used to fill her spare time after her workout, Kuro decided to take on a little trip for a change of pace. Kyoto seemed like a nice place with its historical sites and temples, and so she picked that as her destination.

It took a couple of hours by train, but she finally arrived in the former capital of Japan. She's going to spend a couple of days here, so Kuro did bring with her a medium sized black backpack filled with clothes and other stuffs. Her outfit was pretty casual, a black hoodie on top of a black tank top that had a white line art depicting an armored ogre of some sort, along with a black skirt and a pair of casual shoes.

It's only the first day, so Kuro was just planning to look around the town before finding a cheap place to stay. She had visited Kyoto during the school trip, but that was a long time ago. A couple of things had changed, although the town still retained its old city feeling. Certainly a nice change of atmosphere from Tokyo.

There were a lot more foreign businesses too in the town now, from restaurants, hotels, clothing shops, even training gym. Well, some Japanese people did like to use foreign names for their shops, but that Rodriguez Gym she spotted on her eyes didn't look like it's owned by the locals. The name somehow intrigued her, reminding her of a particular someone she met a while back, but what were the chances that it'd be owned by the person she had in mind? Most likely very slim. After spending a few seconds looking at the building from outside, Kuro decided to enter the place just to satisfy her curiosity. If the inside was full of foreigners, then it might be awkward for them to see a relatively slim Japanese girl to enter. Not that such thought was enough to prevent the girl in black from doing so.

Carmen's schedule was busy. Actually, that was a mild word to use. 'Hectic' might be a better one. 'Chaotic'. 'Insanely overblown', even was s a good description.

There was hardly an hour where Carmen was awake and she didn't have something to do. Ever since the gym opened up, her life had been a whirlwind of paperwork and training and minutae that she'd never experience before. Her father had always made it look so easy with his own gym - at least, she couldn't recall him spending more time behind a desk than behind some boxer he was training. Time's had changed, though, and being a Puerto Rican in the middle of Japan didn't help things. Life was complicated. Amazingly so.

But, still, she did find the time to do things that she wanted to do, like her boxing class. Training girls was something she took pride in, extending the family tradition to people who normally wouldn't have the opportunity. It was typically a joy. Today? Not so much.

Carmen sighed as she watched her one of her best students, Suzy Q, worked out with the speed bag, rapidly smacking it around. They were both dressed for the ring; Carmen, in her usual red and black trunks, while Suzy wore her All-American ring attire. And it was a good thing, too, becaus ethey were both starting to break out in a sweat. Suzy, because of exhausation. Carmen, because of frustration. "Rhythm, Suzy." Carmen sighed, as Suzy messed up the pace for a third time. "Don't just focus on hitting it, focus on hitting it right."

"I am hitting it right." Suzy growned, throwing her long, black braids back while her dark skin glistened in the gym's lights. She tried to play off her annoyance, but Carmen knew a pout when she saw one. "It's not an exact science."

"Except when it is." Carmen threw out a few quick jabs on the speed bag, making it dance and showing an example. "Timing is important. You're fast, but speed won't get you anywhere if you can't hit what you're trying to hit."

Suzy let out sigh and moved back into position, before she threw out a quick jab. Better form, at least, until she was distracted by something out of the corner of her eye. "New girl coming in."

Carmen looked over her shoulder to see what she was talking about, only to see someone who wasn't a girl and certainly wasn't new. It took her a moment to recognize the face, but it came quickly enough. That was a face she couldn't forget. A body she couldn't forget. Her face instantly went flush as the memories came racing back - the fight they'd had, the night after that, the night after that. It had been over a year since then, and not a word spoken. And all the sudden, there she was.

"Kurohime." Carmen whispered under her breath, before turning back to Suzy, trying to look as serious as she could manage at the moment. "Just keep up the drills.I have to look into this."

She gave the confused Suzy a nod, then turned around and walked over to her gym's newest 'guest'. As she approached her former lover, there wasn't anger on her face. Not even joy, really. Mostly confusion.

"Kuro." She stopped her approach about five feet away, as if she were afraid to get too close. "What are you...hey." She shook her, as if she were trying to make the right emotion pop out.

There was only two people inside the gym. Both were females, much to Kuro's surprise. She expected it to be filled with a couple of guys, at least. Was this place a woman's gym? There didn't seem to be anything that hinted such thing at the front door. More importantly, however, one of those girls near the speed bags looked pretty familiar, the posture and everything. She stopped for a bit, somehow feeling unsure to take a step further.

Then the familiar looking woman turned around, Kuro's eyes meeting hers, and the pale skinned girl seemed to froze for a bit. She knew how to control her composure, but her cheeks felt a bit warm as she saw Carmen's face. All that memories during their brief encounters rushed to her head, and she gripped her backpack slightly tighter. It' as if there's a sudden surge that made her whole body heating up as she saw the boxer approaching her.

"Hey..." she greeted, a light smile on her face. "Didn't expect that this will be your place for real."

'Hey'. Not exactly the most romantic thing you could say to a lover you haven't seen, clothed or otherwise, for over a year, but there were worse things. Kuro actually looked happy to see her, so that was a plus. Maybe even more than happy. Aroused? Definitely. And the feeling was mutual. It was taking some physical effort not to greet Kuro in a much more personal way.

"It's great to...wow." Carmen inhaled. Then exhaled. Then inhaled again. "It's great to see you. And yeah, this is my place. 'Rodriguez Gym'." She held her hands out and gestured to all of it. "What are you doing here, though? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see you." She smiled, and couldn't hide some of the hunger in her voice. "Just surprised."

If she had to be honest, Kuro was just as surprised and delighted to see Carmen, among other things, and she's never been that good at being friendly to start with. At least things seemed to warm up between them in no time, even if it felt a little awkward. With all the things they had done together despite only meeting for a short time, maybe this kind of atmosphere was only the normal result. She chuckled seeing Carmen had to pause her speech a bit.

"Likewise," she smiled. "I guess your career is going pretty great, huh?" said Kuro as she looked around the gym briefly. "I'm... well, I'm just on a sightseeing trip, actually. Happened to spot this place and, uh, well, I got curious..."

There was a pause as she sighed, somewhat in relief. Maybe a small part of her did hope that this would actually be Carmen's place.

"How are you?"

There wasn't much to look at, really - Carmen had poured quite a bit of money into the place to make it look decent, but it wasn't a state of the art facility or anything like that. Still, it was hers, and that was the important thing. She'd make it worth something.

"I get by." She stepped closer to Kuro, getting into 'personal space' territory. It wasn't like they hadn't been in each other's proximity before, after all, and it felt good to be so again. To be so near that body once again...

"Hey," She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder, back to Suzy - still busy on the speed bag, with her back turned to them. "I know this is a little unorthodox, but...can you kiss me? Being honest, just seeing you again is really driving me crazy, and I could use something to help with that."

Not a normal greeting, no, but if Carmen had to stare at those lips for another minute without tasting them, she might literally lose her mind.

Kuro's dark eyes blinked as she heard Carmen's words, her own cheeks probably blushing lightly after that kind of confession. She agreed that seeing the Latina once again also driving her crazy, but to suddenly kissing the girl at her request was just... It's not like she'd be upset if Carmen suddenly jumped at her and kissed her instead.

"Really, now... and I was all ready in case you feel like jumping at me," she teased, smirking at Carmen. "Oh well..."

The pale skinned girl inched herself closer, but not kissing the boxer just yet. She waited for a reaction, whether it's a hint of impatience or something else, before finally went to kiss the Latina, if the girl hadn't pulled her in already. Whether it's going to be a soft peck or a passionate one, Kuro decided to leave it to Carmen to choose.

The last time Carmen and Kuro had been together, they'd spent nearly two days having wild, rough, passionate sex. A handshake just wouldn't do.

She opened her mouth as her lover moved in, expecting the kiss...and not getting it. She'd almost forgotten what a tease Kuro could be, but it was easily solved. Carmen reached up, wrapped her arms around raven-haired renegade's neck, and pulled her in for a smoldering kiss. Lips met lips that hadn't met in a long time. Their tongues became reacquainted. Her hips thrust forward, rubbing against Kuro's slender waist. A curious hand ran up her thigh, venturing under the black skirt and cupping a handful of ass.

Kuro wasn't as magnificent as she remembered. No - she was better.

When Carmen finally pulled away, a thin line of saliva linked their mouths, as she stared into the street fighter's placid eyes. "Dios, I missed that."

Kuro yelped into Carmen's mouth as the girl pulled her for a kiss, somewhat happily. This surely brought back memories. The two of them had shared plenty of kisses in their last meeting, and after such a long time she was finally able to get a taste of the Latina's lips and tongue again.

The pale skinned girl dropped her backpack and wrapped her arms around Carmen's back, pressing the girl's sweaty form against hers and returned that rear groping favor until the boxer pulled away. She gasped in delight.

"Likewise," she smiled to Carmen, a hint of lust flashed in her eyes.

Carmen wasn't exactly starved for sex, these days - she'd enjoyed time with plenty of women since she and Kuro parted ways, and she was willing to bet that her lover hadn't gone dry, either. But absence made the heart grow fonder, and a year was quite an absence.  Needless to say, the urge to take Kuro right there and then was strong.

There were complications, though, like her student. Suzy has just turned around as they finished their embrace, and she watched with her hands on her hips. "Do you guys want me to maybe go, or do you need some private time, or..."

rolled her eyes and turned around - as much as she wanted to do all sorts of things with the lovely Japanese siren in front of her, Suzy wasn't paying her to have sex. She was paying her for lessons. "Sorry, sorry. Suzy, this Kuro. She's a..." Carmen looked back and licked her lips, trying to find the appropriate word to describe their relationship. 'Friends', at least, but that didn't seem like the best description for someone you'd spent the better part of a day having sex with.

”Fuckbuddy?” Suzy finished the sentence in her usual, tactful way. ”Because I’m getting that impression. Strongly.”[/color]