Fox Hunting

[BlackAkuma]

Oof. ‘No father, no sister’. That was a raw nerve, right there, one that AKANE was trying to shut down before it got touched again. Keith held her gaze for a moment, trying to see if he could read anything there,but all he got was a look cold enough to freeze blood. He was tempted - sorely - to give that road one more step, but Tia cut him off as the past, trying to steer him away. It was honestly a little touching, how much effort the Aussie put into protecting her partner.

That way was shut, he wouldn’t get more from AKANE - at least, not on that particular subject. There was one that he thought might get more of a reaction, though. A little risky, and Aika's words were starting to bounce around in his skull, but he felt like he was in a good enough place to try it.

”Right, right. You guys’ve got a list, I don't doubt it. That actually brings me back to one of the bigger names on it, too - Kyoko Akan.”

Keith leaned in and put a hand on his knee as he sat on the edge of his seat, a more offensive posture. ”So, recap, let me know if I miss some details, but…you, AKANE, had a match with Kyoko Akan, you won, but the title match, well…” He trailed off letting that sentence finish itself in whatever way they liked.

”What I - and a lot of people - are curious about is what came next. It wasn’t a POW match, as far as I know, but Kyoko’s minions or whatever, they carried you both to the back. Could you shed some light on what happened back there?”

[Weonna]

Akane didn’t answer right away.

For the first time since she’d sat down—her composure cracked...just a little.

Her eyes flickered. Not with anger this time—but something else. Something far less comfortable.

Her lips parted slightly…then pressed together.

Her gaze dropped.

And for a brief moment—just a moment—there was hesitation.

Embarrassment.

Her fingers tightened against her arm.

“…That—”

she started, but the word didn’t fully come out.

A small breath through her nose.

Her face shifted—subtle, but noticeable. Not red, not exaggerated…just enough to show she felt it.

That question hit her hard...

“…I don’t…”

she tried again, voice quieter now.

Another pause.

Her head tilted slightly away, avoiding direct eye contact for the first time since the interview started.

“…I do not want to talk about that.”