Shiki's biggest stalker—..mn, fan! ( Shiki vs. Aiyana )

1:58 PM. The door to one particularly specified gym found itself shoved open quite roughly—and with more than a little attitude—as Shiki marched her way inside.

Her green eyes seemed to narrow, her brows furrowing just a bit, as the raven-black haired cutie seemed to scan the otherwise empty gym. Where the fuck were they?!

Shiki found herself pausing a moment as she continued to glance about, clearly looking for something. Or, perhaps, to be more precise; someone. A slim and stylized, black, zip-up hoodie fit the young girl's frame snugly; the small hood itself kept down, covered a bit by the girl's thick and full locks of hair. Perhaps, most notable of its design was a silver, tribal-style, embroidery depicting a pair of wings along Shiki's back. Always one to match, the youth also wore a black, widely pleated and slightly ruffled, skirt; cut quite short by most standards, fitting low on her hips, perfectly, and settling well above the mid of her thighs. A pair of purely aesthetic belts would also hang loosely around the punkette's hips, crisscrossing with their individual designs of mostly leather and shiny, metal, links. Lastly, Shiki's usual black, fishnet, stockings covered most of her legs, ending near the mid of her thighs while her favored pair of stylized combat boots were laced up tight along her feet and shins.

A look of aggravation touched the green eyed punkette's features as she brought one hand to eventually settle at her hips which canted heavily to one side. This was the right gym—she had already plowed her way rashly into one of the wrong ones, after all. The punkette had received a rather anonymous letter just that day from a self described fan.

" I am in fact your biggest fan, I always have been since the day you made Heresy. And that's why, since we're now both in the AFW, I wanted to meet you, face to face. "

Of course, the rockstar was more than use to receiving letters from fans... And readily ignoring all of them. But this particular fan had decided to throw more than a couple insults at Shiki. Particularly in an area that rubbed the punkette the wrong way; her recent losing streak. Furthermore, they appeared to have... more than a little otherwise private information on Shiki in which they seemed intent on using in ways she would not approve of. Unless, of course, Shiki met them today, at 2PM, in the very gym Shiki now stood within.

Stipulations aside, Shiki was quite livid. In a bad way, yes... But!
The opportunity to beat the life out of some obnoxious freak who went out of their way to insult and threaten her was more of a privileged than a fault to the likes of the punkette. To think, this piece of trash was actually in the AFW league as well? Even better! Yes, the punkette was quite eager to meet this mysterious fan. Maybe, a little too eager...

The raven haired youth found herself idly stepping further within the stillness of the gym. She found herself almost drawn to the training ring near the center of the gym itself as those green eyes continued to glance about with waning interest. Seeming suitable for the moment, the young rockstar slid herself right into the ring before rising promptly to walk along the mat as one hand casually ran along the top rope of the squared-circle.

2:00 PM was quickly approaching. Now, where, oh, where was this little fan of hers, anyway?

Though the AFW was known for having quite a few gyms, each a little more set apart from the rest depending on what the fighter preferred, this one seemed… awfully bland. It had in fact been the one that Shikiâ€s ‘biggest fan†had specified, but for such a threatening letter that had been sugarcoated with insults and a an uncomfortable adoration, the setting it had brought her too really wasnâ€t that impressive. The gym contained normal exercise equipment on the outskirts of its padded walls, from a punching back with a few loose stitches in it, free-weightâ€s where most of the pain over them had begun to chip, lifting machines with displaced weights, and even a broken treadmill. It certainly didnâ€t seem like it was one of the gyms used often in the AFW, in fact, it would probably come off as an insult to Shiki that she was dragged her. Thankfully, the ring that she found herself getting acquainted with was the only redeeming quality, as it seemed like the mat and canopy were recently replaced, and the three sets of ropes were taught and strait, while the turnbuckles had new pads. A gym like this, no one would really come to unless they intended to use the ring, and since Shiki had arrived and this place was apparently reserved, there wasnâ€t a soul in site, a cool wind coming from the broken ventilation shaft just to add a sense of unsettling air to the mood.

Suddenly, she would hear from the distance, coming from the locker room just off to the side, a faint hum, like someone was playing a recording on low volume. But, a few seconds later, someone seemed to adjust it, as the door to the locker room opened, and Shiki would hear a familiar beat. The drummer, guitarist, bass… all of it became a wave of sound impossible to forget, especially when her own voice joined the mix. It was one of Shikiâ€s songs, one that topped the charts for two weeks strait; Black Noise. And soon, the entire gym was filled with the edgy, punk rockers melodies. Faintly, she would hear a squeaking noise come from it, the pitch so high it was like nails on a chalkboard, and then, Shiki would see a rusty cart that was in dire need of being oiled, now being pushed from out of the locker room, one with black stereo system on it, the speakers themselves adorning Heresyâ€s logo. The cart itself though was being pushed by a young woman, probably just a year or two past her teenage years, making her almost Shikiâ€s age.

Without needing more than a first glance, one could tell she certainly was a very off person, and was probably just a few degrees off sane or normal. Her skin as pale as gravestone, her face carried a very blunt expression, her soft, violet colored lips carrying no expression at all. She stood at Shikiâ€s height, her thin, pale frame looking like it could drop dead at any second, but her clothing style would show it was all just part of her preference. She wore a low cut, dark purple dress shirt with a small poof to the shoulders, the center showing a large, Celtic styled cross on it. Underneath, hiding most of her skin from the waist ho, she had a longer sleeved shirt, striped in a lighter purple that matched her lipstick, and a feather white. Below that, she had a skirt of the same length as Shiki, jet black with a small trim if white frills along the end, but long, black socks meeting upwards right at the hem of the skirt. Finally, with a few accessories, she had a silver, pentagram ring on her middle fingers, night sky black painted fingernails, and a gray choker that sported the same styled cross as her shirt did, only it was inverted. Mixing all of this with her murky, dead gray eyes, and the untamed, dark violet hair that fell just to her chin in length, there was nothing about this girl that spelled normal.

…Especially when suddenly, her lips curled into a small smile and her eyes narrowed in a deviant expectation.

Though tempted to say the girlâ€s real name, just to ruffle her feathers a little, the girl kept herself calm and relaxed, folding her hands behind her back at her hips, standing just outside the ring as she looked up at Shiki, finally seeing her idol again. “Itâ€s good to see youâ€ve come. I actually thought you were going to be late. …You know, like you are at every one of your concerts?” Her words and tone sounded like they werenâ€t even trying to be insulting, but as if it was fact. …Which sadly it kind of was. Her voice had a low whisper to it, like it was tainted by the chill of the grave, and the way she looked and how she carried herself, there was just something about her that clearly came off as beyond weird. And yet, here she was, Aiyana Tavish, finally getting to see her idol again, anticipation filling her to the bone with what she had planned for today.

Yeah, the place was a dump. Slightly eerie, too. But it wouldn't take long for Shiki's expression to grow distant as she waited with growing impatience within the ring.

However, the beat and melody that soon caught her ears had the youth's brows rising ever so slightly with curiosity. Of course, she recognized the song within the first few seconds it reached her; she wrote it, after all. Black Noise, a good choice—though she quickly determined she could have lived without the intrusion of the rather obnoxious squeaking noise. Just what the hell was that?

The punkette had her answer soon enough, however, as the rather aged cart crept out from what seemed to be the locker rooms. That wasn't all, apparently. Shiki's green eyes had quickly settled on the girl's figure as she followed behind the cart. Surprise touched her for a moment, though she managed to keep her usual nonchalant appearance on the outside. So, this was the person who sent her that letter? This girl? While something about the girl immediately seemed, well, odd, her general appearance... A cute face. An apparent sense of style... That short skirt—none of this was what Shiki had found herself imagining. Before Shiki's doubts could get the best of her, however, the girl finally addressed Shiki with her condescending words; her words only confirming the truth of the matter. This was her—Shiki's biggest fan.

With her hesitation quickly fading, a smirk found Shiki's lips as she peered over at the girl before her lips finally parted with her response, " Late? "

She paused though her smirk remained. Shiki turned to face the girl and her cart more directly as she allowed both hands to grasp firmly at the top rope of the ring as she continued, " I could never be late for my biggest fan. " Shiki would only let the words settle in the air a moment before giving a loud scoff, " The song is a nice touch, kid, really. But enough with the bullshit. You're the one who sent me the letter, right? I assume you brought me here for a reason. So, I'll let you explain that to me... before I kick your sorry ass all over this place. " With those green hues locked on the girl, she'd end her words with a dangerous, and inevitably cute, grin.

Shiki was all business, as usual... The business of kicking ass! Yeaaah!

What Shiki found to be an ugly setting to be standing in, Aiyana found it to be paradise. She really thought about contacting one of the producers to see if they could use this for one of her slasher scenes. But as much as she wanted to think about the movie productions and special effects she worked with for the horror films she loved so much, none of that clouded her mind right now. At the moment, it was all about her and the idol she appreciated so much.

Briefly pursing her lips, Aiyana let out a quick exhale, blowing away a part of her bangs, as she let it settle to the side, and looked up at Shiki with that calm, calculating grin, like Shiki had just fallen into the web of her black widowâ€s nest. Those youthful green eyes, the raven black hair and that sense of style with attitude, it was no doubt the idol she looked up to for so long, and yet as much as she didnâ€t want to believe it, that meant she was a fighter in the AFW.

So, Shiki wanted an explanation? Perhaps she could cut right to the chase of it. It would seem that she was impatient. And really, Aiyana wanted to take her time, but she should have known that Shiki would be pumped and ready to go, but hopefully she can keep that temper on a harness. …At least for a few minutes anyway. “Iâ€m glad you feel that way, you still respect your crowd even when youâ€ve stopped doing a career you were actually good at~” A slight chime to her tone, there was clearly a sense of mockery, her gray eyes finally sparking with a faint sense of life, but only in that joyful manner that was meant with bitter sarcasm.

“The song is the most important part of this all, donâ€t you see?” Aiyana acted like she was giving a demonstration, as her slender fingertips traced along the top of her stereo, before she turned the volume down, enough so they could hear each other better. Seeming to speak with a distraction, like suddenly it wasnâ€t even important, Aiyana silently smoothed out her skirt, before adjusting her collar a bit, speaking without even making contact, like Shiki wasnâ€t worth it for the moment as she explained her rhetoric question. “Itâ€s what you abandoned. I brought you hear to ask you as a fan to return to what youâ€ve once done. Your music brought life to my soul, and I need more.” Here eyes flashed wide at that last word, but just as quickly, she resumed a straightforward explanation, like that never happened. “Youâ€re talent is wasted here, donâ€t you get it? …You donâ€t belong here. Itâ€s just like what you said to me two years ago, remember?”

Two years ago… back when she tried out to become a drummer for her band. She said those same words to her, how ‘she didnâ€t belong there.†It felt strange, but deeply satisfying to turn them against her idol, playing a game of love and hate over Shiki, like her music meant everything to Aiyana, but Shiki herself was bit a disappointment.

Surprisingly, Shiki did just just as she said she would; she listened! Provocative, if absolutely nothing else, Shiki's figure soon leaned forward, hunching slightly, as the youth slid her arms over the top rope until her elbows came to rest along the structure. The punkette's fingers soon came to interlace together just below her head as Shiki's chin came to settle atop her intertwined digits; her green eyes never leaving her rather eccentric fan's form as Shiki continued to take on a more relaxed posture within the ring. The raven haired rockstar's visage slowly became thoughtful as Aiyana continued to speak, even through her light dramatics.

" ... You know, being by biggest and fan and all, well, you really have a shitty way of showing it. " Shiki's tone was flat as she spoke, the words coming off a bit nonchalant as Shiki's gaze finally broke away from the girl; though her chin still rested against her hands. " But I do think I see where you're going with this whole little charade of yours, kid. " Shiki's green eyes moved with intent as they settled on the girl; in one simple gesture, the rockstar's aloof manner seemed to dissipate as her lightly glossed lips parted once more, " But what you said about abandoning my fans... That's bullshit. " A familiar flicker had ignited in the punkette's eyes as kept her gaze locked on Aiyana. " You say the music brought life to your soul? " Shiki would scoff harshly before pushing herself away from the top rope which supported her, " Everyone of those songs. I lived them! Each and everyone of those songs was a part of me... I put everything I am into that music. What the hell do you know about that music? My music!— " Finally, Shiki seemed to force her flickering, green, gaze away from her Aiyana as a silent curse was muttered.

There was more that could have been said, Shiki's expression said that much even if she wasn't currently doing much talking. But the youth seemed to hold herself back, for whatever reason. The brief pause wouldn't last long, however, as Shiki once again brought a hand to her hips, canting them heavily to one side now as she stood closer to the center of the ring. " Yeah, I've heard you run your mouth a whole lot. But what I'm mainly hearing is some damn kid whining about not being able to live out some fantasy and be in a rockband! That's life! No matter what you do, someone is going to kick some mud in your face. If you can't handle it, then you might as well just lay in the ditch and die! Clear the god damn way for someone who won't give up everything just because they get a little mud in their eyes! ... "

The punkette would rather swiftly turn away from Aiyana, in Shiki's very own special fit-pout. Her arms soons crossed over her chest, as her back still faced the other girl, but it didn't stop the gesture from seemly highlighting her aggravation further. A sigh soon left Shiki's lips before she tilted her head, if only a bit, allowing her to cast a single green eye back upon Aiyana's form,

" Besides. What the hell are you even talking about? Who in the hell are you, even? I've never met you before in my life. " Her tone was flat once more as those raven locks framed that fair, and cute, face—though Shiki's expression had returned to it's more indignant and nonchalant expression. Was it true? Did Shiki really not remember Aiyana in her apparent attempts at joining Heresy when they had been down a drummer?

... Considering this was Shiki we are talking about, it likely wasn't a huge stretch.

Quite a temper on her, but then again, Shiki was always known for running her mouth before her mind could catch up. And honestly, Aiyana couldnâ€t help but find it incredibly amusing; she practically wanted to burst out laughing, which was a rare feat in itself. But instead, she remained perfectly calm, even holding the edge of her fingertips against her lips, as if she was stifling a laugh from Shikiâ€s words. It was like watching a child throw a temper-tantrum, and really, Shiki had the nerves to call her a child? How pitifully ironic! It sounded more like she was just hiding it all to herself, and instead trying to turn the truth into an insult on Aiyana. But the woman remained unphased, just closing her eyes a moment and shaking her head, both hands in front of her like she was taking no offense.

Though, when her idol said she didnâ€t remember her, Aiyana did feel her brow twitch for a moment, feeling insulted and a small flare of anger. But, keeping a tight leash on her distress, Aiyana just turned towards the cart, and reached on the shelf beneath the stereo, where she had hid a few items on the bottom of the cart. The violet haired girl kept a calm and composed expression on her face, refraining from making any sudden movements, as she quietly removed a yellow envelope, smiling lightly to herself with anticipation, especially when she saw her idolâ€s back turned. Like a sly raccoon, Aiyana slowly slid herself into the ring, never answering Shiki right away, letting the idol believe that she was taking it hard, and thinking over what to say. But instead, Aiyana slowly crept up behind her, her murky gray eyes lit up with some anticipation. Then, with a quick snatch, she wrapped one arm around Shikiâ€s waist, just at the edge of where her hoodie met her skirt, and Aiyana clung tightly, ever so faintly pressing her modest size chest into Shikiâ€s upper back. Though that wasnâ€t her intention, she silently took an exuberate amount of joy from this, her violet lips curving into a deviant grin, as her other hand quickly went in front of Shikiâ€s face, showing her the envelope.

“You mean… you donâ€t remember all we have been through together~?” Her tone was hurt and a little saddened, but it all came out in sarcasm, showing Shiki that she didnâ€t let this rub her the wrong way at all. Instead, she kept her hand tightly around Shikiâ€s hips, resting her hand over Shikiâ€s that was upon her hips, as the envelope lied in front of her eyes. Shiki would see a few photoâ€s sticking out of it, ready to be plucked out for her eyes only. The photos were of Aiyana and Shiki, taken in different locations. From her band practicing but the drummer being replaced by Aiyana, to one of them both eating ice cream together at the park, even one of the two of them strolling the beach, Shiki sporting her favorite swimsuit, and Aiyana wearing a dark purple one piece that hugged her body and curves so perfectly. The pictures had to have been photoshopped, but they were done by the touch of an expert. The question remained though… How in the Hell did she get pics of Shiki like this? And… was that last one of the two of them having a sleep over???

“How could you forget everything weâ€ve done?” Aiyanaâ€s words came off in a melancholy whisper, her breath nipping at the edge of Shikiâ€s ear, slightly alluring in a way that held more to her words than she may have intended, like a delicate invitation being offered to the girl as she waited anxiously to see her idolâ€s reaction, still clinging to her curvy hips like she was never going to release the embrace she had, her hand actually starting to rub just a little over Shikiâ€s hand that rested there.

Maybe she had actually gotten through to the girl? The thought actually surprised Shiki. Expressing herself through music was something she had managed to do. Expressing herself through words... Not so much. Shiki had seemed content with the silence at first, however, it wouldn't take long for the moment to grow awkward.

And that was right about when Shiki realized her fangirl had apparently slipped out of her sight—she had foolishly turned her back on the girl, after all. " Hey—nngh! " The raven haired rockstar's entire form wanted to jump right out of her skin as Aiyana's touch came about her quite suddenly. The punkette found herself tensing sharply as she settled slowly into the girl's waiting grasp, their forms pressing slightly together. Shiki felt everything, of course. The soft pressure of Aiyana's breasts against her back, the hand that came to cup her own, and, of course, the soft breath that tickled her ear. Shiki's cheeks had already flushed softly. As if it wasn't bad enough that she sneaked up on her but she just had to completely violate her comfort zone; the entire process had caught Shiki off guard.

Before Shiki could even open her lips with her inevitable protests, the punkette's senses were assaulted once again. The swoosh of the envelope would garner a blink from Shiki as it flashed in front of her face. However, those green hues wouldn't be doing much blinking as they quickly settled and scanned the many photos of her... and Aiyana.

They looked... so real!

The punkette was sure she had seen some of them, of course, without the little alterations Aiyana had made to them. Regardless, the time and the effort put into the images... just to make it seem like they had really been together in each scene. It was stunning... and more than a little creepy. Shiki found herself suddenly holding her breathe as she took a moment for it all to register; yeah, this bitch was fucking nuts. It was more than a little unsettling. But Shiki managed a brave face; that dangerous grin coming to her lips, " Yeah, I'll give you an A for effort. But where's the pics of us fucking? It's just not complete without them. " Heavily sarcastic, Shiki would pause only long enough to let the words sink in before she swung her free arm up, slapping the envelop out of her face harshly. " Cuddle time is over, cupcake! " The words were hissed through gritted teeth as Shiki used her arm once again, coming straight back with an elbow, arcing just slightly to catch Aiyana on the side of the face. Hopefully, it would be enough discouragement to get the whackjob the hell off of Shiki.

Aiyana was enjoying this moment. Making Shiki uncomfortable, feeling how tense she had gotten all off the sudden, the contact of her back lightly pushed against her chest, this was a fans dream right here; to actually embrace their idol. Having her attention with the envelope for now, Aiyana settled herself right behind Shiki for now, her lips still curved in that devious expression for now as she watched. She couldnâ€t help but grin slightly at Shikiâ€s first reactions, looking at them like she was impressed. And she should be! Aiyana took a long time and dedication to make them, having a whole folder on her computer of all the work she did, favorited on her desktop of course~

Peeking over Shikiâ€s shoulder like a rodent trying to keep hidden, Aiyanaâ€s sly and excited gaze dropped a little, replaced with a surprised one at what Shiki said next. Even though she was the one trying to toy with Shikiâ€s emotions right now, the gothic girl still found herself blushing ever so faintly in the cheeks, the corner of her lips cracking as those murky gray orbs blinked a few times. “W-Well… we could always add that to the collection together~” She said in a way that just exploded with a stalker like ideal, clearly pegging just how deep Aiyana would go for her idol. Sure, she was just a little embarrassed for a moment, a slight crack in her first words, but she still managed to turn it right back onto her idol.

But then, as the envelope was shoved away, Aiyana returned it to herself, sighing a little, deciding it was time to try a new tactic. However, before the gothic girl could part those violet lips to say anything, Shiki shouted a quick warning, and suddenly, her elbow collided right into Aiyanaâ€s cheekbone. “Nngh!” She grunted in pain, releasing Shiki in an instant as she took two staggering steps back, and her gaunt hand came to her now reddened cheek, rubbing it sorely as she frowned in disappointment. The pain didnâ€t seem to last on her for more than a second, rubbing it just for a moment, before she sighed, and turned around. For a moment, it looked like that blow was all Aiyana needed to put her ideals down and stop her tricks. But, she didnâ€t leave the ring, only leaning over it as she dropped the envelope on the cart as she reached over the ropes, and then turned back to Shiki with her face still in a deep scowl. “Thatâ€s… really upsetting. You would actually hurt one of your own fans? You really are cruel… and wasting all that energy here when you could be writing more songs.” The frown on her face never faded, looking like she was truly hurt by Shikiâ€s words at the moment. Though she had already dismissed the pain, almost a bit too quickly, the sadness she felt was all just an act, waiting for her right moment as she tried to talk to Shiki through this just a little more.

Ahh, the satisfying sensation of success! Especially when hitting was involved!

Shiki's arm was in motion once again, however, Shiki would use a different kind of attack this time; the youth raised her hand swiftly before allowing a single middle finger to rise in Aiyana's direction, intently, as a smirk found Shiki's lips.

" I'll let you know when I really start to care, slut. "

Obviously, by Shiki's standards the girl hadn't exactly proven herself to be a real fan; quite the opposite. Even worse, she seemed to have quite the disturbing obsession with Shiki. Even if this was the AFW, anyone with a little more common sense would have likely realized the danger of dealing with someone like Aiyana. Shiki wasn't someone who prided herself on possessing a great deal of common sense, however. She'd handle this, just like everything else, in her own, special, way.

" Who do you think you're fucking with, anyway? You think I didn't notice our little setting here you picked for us? " A hand had returned to Shiki's hips once more as she gave an indicating, and sassy, nod to the ring and the otherwise empty gymnasium, " Quite the convincing spot you selected to confess your love to me, idiot. " Even if cocky, that triumphant—and utterly cute—smirk was plastered on Shiki's lips once again before she brought a rather accusing finger to point at her fangirl.

" Enough of this bullshit, " Emphasis was suddenly placed on the cart—the source of the music Aiyana had played and, of course, her doctored pictures—before Shiki brought her focus back to Aiyana, " I get it. You have some kind of grudge against me, or whatever. Well, let's just settle this right now and get it over with, kid. "

Shiki would honestly believe she had figured it all out—the grudge had to be the key to everything. This brat just wanted revenge against Shiki for turning her down all those years ago when she tried to be the drummer for Heresy. The rest of this little charade—the creepy letter, the biggest fan nonsense, and the pictures—was just a means to psyche out Shiki. It was weak. Totally fucking weak. Even if this girl was kinda cute, Shiki could only put up with so much bullshit! Enough was enough! Though she had hesitated for a moment, Shiki quickly went into a charge—not caring to hear any kind of response Aiyana could offer at this point.

Literally lunging directly at the dark haired youth, Shiki would have thrown herself at the girl in a low tackle—looking to catch her around the waist—before attempting to take her straight down to the mat harshly. If she did manage to land the rather spontaneous tackle, the landing would leave the punkette down between the girl's legs—Shiki's head most notably settling just between Aiyana's lower abdomen and her hips—before the punkette would scramble to mount her goth fangirl's waist.

" You want me? Take me, then! "

The words would be hissed somewhere within her tackle as Shiki went into her reckless assault mode. Of course, with all of her assumptions and inclinations, there was no possible way for Shiki to truly understand all of the twisted passions that swirled around in Aiyana's cute, little, head...

“Ouch… that actually hurt a little.”

A middle finger thrown high and mighty, admitting she didnâ€t care, tossing out the world ‘slut†at her like it was a deadly insult, all of this just seemed to blow right past Aiyana, as she gave no more than a small, raised brow, and sighed lightly like this was as annoying as just raindrops to her, letting it blow past like nothing as she kept a very calm, somewhat blunt expression on her face. But of course, just wanting to rile up Shiki a little more with her disturbing knowledge, she brought up an interesting fact, one that Shiki probably didnâ€t even know. “..Youâ€ve only ever used that word in three of your songs. I supposed I should be honored that you called me that.” As her number-one fan, how could she not know that little fact? She did memorize all of the idolâ€s songs after all~

As Shiki went on with her cocky words, Aiyana never let it get to her. The complaints about the gym she chose, her claims this was all a grudge and half-heartedly being sarcastic about this being over ‘loveâ€. Every bit of it was utterly amusing. Had Aiyana gathered the will to laugh in her life, she probably would have. But, she did cast an eerie, dark smile at Shiki, as if the girlâ€s words only added to Aiyanaâ€s fuel to continue this. And she would have loved to as well, having plenty more ‘ammunition†on her cart, and knowing all of the right things to say to her. But, as Shiki seemed to claim how enough was enough, Aiyana just let out a small sigh, smoothing out the edge of her jet-black skirt that rested against her thighs, even glancing at her midnight black painted fingernails, like suddenly, Shiki wasnâ€t even worth her time. Of course, that wasnâ€t the case, the only reason she was here was all for her, but she knew how the idol hated to be ignored, and more than anything, she wanted to continue to rub her the wrong way, wanting to see every emotion the idol had in her, not at all surprised that most of it was rage.

‘Oh how beautiful she looks when sheâ€s angry~†Still grinning in amusement, her grey eyes sharpened when she saw Shiki coming at her, keeping her hands to her sides, like she didnâ€t even have the desire to fight. Quite the opposite, she wanted Shiki to come closer. She wanted to show that precious and sexy idol she adored so much just how much she didnâ€t belong her, and should return to her music career. “Well, if you insist~” She said with a somewhat creepy, obsessive tone, yet still not even bracing herself as Shiki went in to collide with Aiyana.

However, moments before the collision, Aiyana was already falling back, looking almost like just the wind from the rush of Shikiâ€s attack was already knocking her over. And as Shiki went in to try and tackle her, she would catch nothing but the air, as Aiyana dropped herself to the mat with a small rattle. She would embrace the tackle with Shiki, wrapping her arms around the idol to drag her down, before rolling on to her back, and then thrusting her feet in the same motion Shiki was moving. Almost looking like she was rocking on her back, she would use Shikiâ€s momentum against her, as Aiyana took a loose, fluent grip on Shikiâ€s waist, throwing her right over so she would go over Aiyana and land on her back into the mat. Certainly not too painful, but more frustrating then anything. Especially as Aiyana would casually get back up to her feet, again brushing herself off like the mat was dirty.