"CHRIIIIHIIIIISSSS COME OOOOON!", the voice of the notorious Hellraiser sounded over the parking spot before a shelter at the countryside. Finella took of her helmet, she and Chris had taken her Honda to get here and the adrenalinefueled brawling badass of LAW behaved like a little girl.
"Cooome or all the doggies will be sold ouuuut!", she urged and grabbed for her friends hand, dragging her with her. Today was a big day where Moonrock would get a mascot in form of a sweet dog, at least if it was up to Finella. Chris had said "We will see" and excepted to go with her inring partner and look at dogs in a shelter, the snowball was'nt as enthusiastic as the charcoalheaded woman that dragged her along...
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Meanwhile, a Minute after Moonrock had arrived on the scene a Porsche Cabrio arrived at the parking spot, black boots hitting the ground as the driver went out and over to the other side of the car where she pulled a a brown french bulldog from the passengerseat and put a leash on its expensive looking collar.
"Well Croissant, let's see if they have a little brother or sister for you, hm? Won't we? Woooon't we?", the Queen of Hearts askee with a goofy voice, her eyes big and her face friendly as she talked to one of the few creatures she loved, her Frenchie.
Croissant barked one time before he drooled again and Veronika smiled.
" Ok,let's go. ", she said and walked into the shelter herself, still wearing her sunglasses as she got in line. She typed something on her cellphone while Croissant decided to get aquainted with Chris Yukine as he got up on his backpaws and leaned the other ones against the cute butt of the rocker before starting to sniff all over her backside... Spoiler
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"siighKeep your panties on, Fin. They're not gonna be all gone before we walk two feet." Chris lightly chastised, walking into the shelter with Fin. She was mostly indifferent on this whole idea of getting a pet, a dog as Fin had specifically pleaded and worn her down for. The snowhaired girl never really had a pet, what with the constant world trotting she did when she was just barely out of diapers, likely long before then to, and her uncle only doing the bare minimum caring for her. Then her indie career began, followed by the wrestling lessons her uncle paid for. Spoiler
Why people liked them so much Chris never got. Yeah, they were cute. But the idea of picking up their feces, or having them rest and shed on her clothes, and especially, in the case of some dogs, the licking. She understood it was their way of showing affection, but god damn. The idea of a girl licking her cheek was disgusting enough, let alone an animal doing it so quickly.
The only reason she agreed at all was because Fin pleaded so much and so long that she broke down. That, and the offer to ride on the bike, which Chris was curious on how it would feel to be on such a machine, sinched it for the Hellraiser.
Entering the place, Chris basically just stood by the sideline. "Just let me know when you find one that you like, OK?" After a few moments there, standing and just staring down at her phone to see the latest Twitter drama, something about artists choices for fanart, she felt something paw at her leg and sniff about behind her, causing a quick little panic turn.
There she saw a little dog, she didn't know what breed, she just knew it wasn't that big, and a bit behind said dog was a certain girl Chris hadn't seen in a long time. "Veronika?" She asked inquisitive, surprised to see the girl again.
"NAAAW BUT THE CUTE ONES WILL! And will be stuck with a fucking Pekinese..brrrr...",Fin said with thinking of this ugly little rats and moved even quicker now, almost kicking in the door of the shelter, something she maybe would have done if she had'nt Chris with her. Chris, as it had turned out, was the only person on the planet, hah, in the universe, that could speak up to the Hellraiser without having to fear for her wellbeing or dignity. She was the bigger sister, even if she was younger then Fin, that the Wolf never had. Harmonia just simply was'nt up to the task. At one point in her life she had been but with the six years apart and their lives going in vastly different directions, Harmonias power to control Finella was close to zero. Not so with Chris,who immedialy understood what made Finella tick and had the patience and directness to have the Hellraiser stop raising said hell.
Finella smiled and then looked at Chris. "Oh come on, I can't choose it alone! Maybe I like one you totally don't want or who hates you! You want to find shit in your shoes, Chris? Huuuuh?", Fin grinned and then talked to the women at the counter.
Meanwhile,Veronika, who had waited in the line, suddenly got distracted from typing on her phone when she saw in the corner of her eye that Croissant was getting aquainted with the backside of another woman. "Croissant! Merde! What did I tell you! That is a big nono!", she said and the dog immediatly looked up and throw himself on the floor, showing his belly. "Don't give me that show, mein Herr. Seems we have to go through that again!", Harmonia said as she heard an all to familiar voice and looked up.
"Chris...", she said in a whisper as their gazes met. The last time they had seen each other, they had been pissdrunk in Chris bed...sleeping or sleeping with each other. None of the two knew what had happened in that night and it made the reuinion akward, of course it was'nt helped by the fact that last year those two were deadly rivals in the ring with both hurting each other to the brink of physical armageddon. Now their relationship was...still not the best but at least neutral. How gladly Veronika would have been to just give another smug comment, saying anything but all she could do was standing there and looking into the lavender eyes of Chris.
Finally the question of her old rival made her come back into reality. "[i]Me uh...Beards...uh, Breeds, Breeders...Dog Breeders. They have informations and an adress of a very fancy French Bulldog Breeder here and I wanted to get infos...what are you doing here...visiting relatives...ehehe...[/i]", she said but her insult was weak, uncooked and barely recognizable as an insult anyway. The Queen of Hearts and Quips was speechless before the Rocking, whom she had such a colorful past with.
"Anyway...what are you really doing here?"
"Fiiiine." Chris said reluctantly. "But I'm only following you, OK? But the moment you try dragging me along, we're gone." She didn't want to do more than she had to. Knowing Fin, the girl would probably be going around dog to dog like she was every single multi ball when it activated in those pinball video games. The rock star did not want to be pulled along for that.
That, while she was looking at her phone, was when the little bulldog came up to her and started an interaction between the two eternal rivals. Chris hadn't seen or even spoken with Veronika ever since that night many moons ago. The closest the two got was when Chris had the former dancer's bra sent to her in the mail. While she was pretty sure nothing had happened, given her sexual indifference, but from what she knew of some stories about getting drunk it wasn't impossible. The idea of losing her virginity to a woman who had humiliated her so horrendously, as a one night stand, and especially if she ended up getting more drunk than she did almost made her sick and most definitely made her feel ashamed.
And that feeling was coming back, slowly. The rocker wanted to go grab Fin, tell her they should come back another day and go. But it would likely be meaningless. Fin drove them here and would probably not want to go just because the Franco-Austrian was here. At least not without knowing why probably, which was not something Chris wanted to get into. The Hellraiser would probably bite at that bone and dig deeper on the subject, and the high flyer was not ready to have even with the girl she trusted more than anyone.
She snapped out of her worrying monolog as the Queen of Hearts stuttered out why she was there and throwing in a relatively weak barb. Had Chris asked why she was there and just forgot about it? Or did her neutral acquaintance only think she had? Regardless, the Rocking was now trapped in her weakest element, social interactions. "Fin... Uh, she wanted a dog and wore me down on it." She looked over her shoulder, seeing where Fin was for hopefully an excuse to leave. Partially to avoid the awkward air, and also to get away from the drool-y animal that still lay with its belly facing up and ready to be petted or scratched or whatever people do to a dog's underbelly.
Veronika herself wished to sink into the floor or appear into thin air as saw her eternal rival again. Eternal Rival...what a stupid name. And unfitting. Rivals had to be equals and they were'nt equals...Chris was better then her, she had proven it. That was something that haunted Veronika even more then her broken arm she still felt when the weather turned. So both women who had a more or less pleasent encounter in the Pub of the notorious gentleman and schemer extraordinare, George Fortunato, it seemed that things could become a little better. Well at least they did'nt get worse. Still there were many things still not alright between the two beautiful women and it would take time to make it alright. And effort, effort that both women scarcly wanted to bring up...
Then Chris answered her and Veronika tilted her head. "A dog...from the shelter...you mea-ah...hahahaha! One of those filthy, broken mutts?", she suddenly asked and laughed pointing to her dog who still looked at Chris with his big brown eyes, wanting nothing more then some good old bellyrubs from the pretty snowball. "This here, is a dog. It has a family tree and is bred from the best families in all of france! His full name is Francois de la Burgess de Belmont. You can track his relatives back to the 17 hundreds...this is a dog, not those...abominations housing in there. But yeah, for Fin and you it would do. You two would not see a good heritage when it bites you in the butt. And Croissant, stop showing your belly, thats ordinary!", Veronika said but the dog still looked at Chris, haven fallen in love with the cute snowball.
Veronika looked at Chris. "Hey, earth to jellyfish, you there?", she asked and pointed to her dog. "Did you never had a dog? He seems to have taken a shine at you and I know him, when you not at least give him a small pet he will stand here the whole day. ", she said and when she looked at the shelter,the words she just said were goin through her head and some other memories were triggered...
Hey Doggy, Doggy. I won't hurt you! Yeah, come here. Hi! I am Veri! Don't be afraid. Ooooh...you only have one eye. What happened to the other one? Well, that's ok. No one is perfect, hm? Come, come, I give you a bath and something to eat and we will ask Jaques if he helps us getting you clean so Maman maybe allows me to keep you, oui? Ooooh...you are soooo cute, yes, yes come, come with me...
Suddenly a tear trickled down Veronikas cheek as she was confronted with one of the most hurting memories of her childhood which was saying something almost her whole childhood was nothing but pain and sadness.
"Damn...imperfect...mutts...", she whispered and looked to Chris.
"Would you hurry already? And as for you Croissant, if you don't be a good boy I swear I...", she said and suddenly Croissant crouched and looked up to Veronika.
"I...oh...", she whispered,seeing her beloved dog looking up to her...and her memories came back again.
There...hey, hey don't run around in the tub! We have to get you clean! My...what happened to you? Where is your Mommy? Hm...you have no mommy anymore, hm? Poor thing, you know what, when Maman says yes then I will be your mommy! We will play in our garden every day and you will get many, many tasty treats every day! How does that sound? Now give me your paw...yes, good boy...
Veronika went silent and sat down next to them, looking into her lap while Croissant tilted his head , tapping to Harmonia and laying his head into her lap while the Queen of Hearts looked into space, her lips trembling, her eyes glassy...
Croissant whimpered and looked back at Chris as if to ask her to help his beloved mother while Veronikas trip down trauma lane went on...
Hmm...how should we call you? You look like a little sausage or an Eclair...oh, Eclaire! I like that, do you like that too? Hey, hey stop it, yes you like it. That is great, huh? Eclaire...oh I hope Maman lets me keep you. Oh, there she is! Come on, come on lets dry you up...
Veronika?
Oui, Maman, une moment...
NOW!
Here...here I am, maman...
Veronika...what in the world is this....
It is Eclaire, uh, I mean, I named him Eclaire,I met him while playing outside, he was starving and had no family anymore and he was hurt...so I put him in and gave him some food and a bath.
Veronika Noir...you bring this filthy, imperfect little creature under my roof?
Maman, he, he is'nt imperfect, he just had lost his eye...it...it is not his fault!
Not his fault...then it is'nt also his fault that he is a dirty, stinking mutt! No family tree, just cobbled together on the street like some piece of trash!
Maman...I...I wanted to ask...if I can keep him...
What? What was that?
I...
Say that again?
I love him Maman...and he loves me...he needs a family, he will die out there or the dogcatcher will get him and he maybe will be put away...AUAAAGH!
AGH that beast bit me!
Augh, no maman, he just protected me because..
Protected...you...from whom? ME? Your own mother?
Well...he saw that you hit me...
I DID WHAT? Veronika Noir you ungrateful little beast! Get out of the way you stinking mutt or...
Maman dont! ECLAIRE!
Serves you right...
No, no Eclaire...Eclaire...please...no,no...Maman why did yo do that...he...he just wanted to protect me...
Hah...protect you. It is a dumb animal. All those people who think that dogs or cats love them, what idiots. Jaques...throw it in the trash.
NO! He is hurt...he is not dead, please,we have to call a doctor...
Veronika...
Maman, please,please...aaaagh...
You are coming with me, Jaques take that thing out and finish it off...I don't want to see it in here anymore.
NO! NOOOO! ECLAIIRE! ECLAIIIIIRE!
Veronika took a deep breath before her whole body spasmed. She wrapped her arms around herself while she started to hyperventilate. She looked up and saw in the shocked eyes of Chris. Again...it always happened with her.
"Don't...don't look at me like that...don't look at me...", she said while trying to get this memory shoved back into the corner of her mind where she had put it and Croissant desperatly licked at her hands and whimpered ,trying to make his master feel better again only for Veronika to get up and run out of the building with Croissant in hot pursuit!
Things were already awkward between the two of them, and then Croissant asking for... belly rubs, she guessed, just made the air feel thicker. She wanted to give a glare at Veronika's laughter and mocking of her, but the rocker instead just decided to keep her mouth shut and try to stay civil... again. She knelt down and gave the little dog what it wanted, rubbing his belly while Veronika chastised her dog. "All animals need love. Plus, I've read pure breds can have a lot of genetic problems due to inbreeding." She said matter of factly, before looking up and seeing a familiar sight.
The Franco-Austrian seemed frozen in place, like she was trapped in her head as she seemed to start crying. It was the same thing that had happened when they were in the bar so long ago. Trapped in her head, near tears, and... frightened? That was probably the closest term Chris could think of. It made her pity the middleweight, wondering just what had happened to this girl to cause this effect so many times now.
"Ver-" Before she could start asking if her acquaintance was OK, the girl freaked out and bolted, her dog chasing soon after her. Worried about its mom, no doubt. "Not again." With a sigh, Chris got back up and texted Fin she'd be a moment before she could join her, and to find the top 5 she liked most. With that taken care of, the rock star went after where Veronika went, using the sound of Croissant's barking as a beacon to find her.
Veronika Noir, always cool, always in control, always having a quip on her lips had broke again. And again it was in the company of this woman whom she had hated more then anything else and whom she had made up with...at least she thought so. She could'nt lie to herself, there was much, much more between that had to be talked out before they even could consider being ok with each other. Veronika had really done it. She had embarressed, humiliated and almost ended the carrer of Chris Yukine, a young aspiring rockstar and wrestler who just won a match against her. That was all. And what she did afterwards was nothing short of cruel. At least one side in her said that it was, the other found it justified. Veronika had lived with the trauma of her childhood into her adult years and even if much of her personality and style came from herself, the spite, the hate, the competition, was coming from a dark entitiy called mother who was currently in an asylum, cathatonic and a hopeless case. She had tried to kill Veronika two times. First as an unborn and then when she was 10.
It had haunted Veronika and to this day she could hear the voice of her mother inside her, scolding her when she lost or when someone was better then her. She did'nt hear voices, she already had checked with her therapist whom she visited secretly, it was a form of PTSD he said and Veronika had feared that word ever since. But since she arrived in Japan, getting the chance to wrestle at LAW the bad dreams, the scolding voices, suddenly had become weaker and weaker. The Edelstein Twins, as annoying Finella was, became something of like friends and a family for the Burlesque Dancer and with Molly and Karl frequently at the household she suddenly felt as if she had a real family for the first time. And of course there was Chris Yukine. Veronika had went to "The Wolf and the Bunny Pub" when Chris played there to talk with her, saying sorry for the things she did even if that was'nt her nature.
But what she did to Chris and Chris did to her, breaking her arm in their last brutal match, made her reconsider things. And when the two were together, talking, drinking, letting it all out...it felt nice. It felt right. Veronika was sure that nothing ever had felt this right in her life. And then she woke up nude, next to Chris the next morning without knowing what even had happened. Did they or not...there was no clear evidence for or against and Veronika was unsure. Sure, the Queen of Hearts was a name in the Hentai Division, not shy of sleeping with many beautiful women but Chris Yukine? This was different...it felt different...
She had found refuge under a big oaktree outside where she sat, leaning against the stem and her legs pulled up, her arms wrapped tightly around them when she suddenly felt the cold sensation of Croissants nose pressing itself onto her arm.
"Oh, bonjour Croissant.", she said with tears in her eyes and took her darling, put him in her lap and held him while Croissant started to lick her face. "Hey,hey...not the face! Bad Croissant!", she chuckled but did'nt stop him either way.
When Chris appeared she froze and then looked away. "Hah...nice to see your "eternal rival" like this, huh Chris?", she whispered with a defiant look while tears still made their ways down her cheeks. "You probably think I deserve it...don't lie, I know you do...and sometimes I think that this might be true..."
Chris and Veronika had a murky relationship, that was certain. Chris hadn't completely forgiven Veronika for all the humiliation and pain she put the smaller girl through, but she was still willing to try and work something out. Grudges never got anyone anywhere, after all. Heck, she had a few grudges against some asshole bullies when she attended school for a short bit when she was much younger. All those got her child self were some black eyes, bruises, and a trip to the school infirmary. They weren't really worth it. The only reason the rock star went after the former dancer was because the woman came and attacked her character and end her career like a petty child throwing a tantrum over a loss.
The ring was the ring. Any problems were supposed to be left there after the bell is rung. That was what Chris' trainer hammered into her while she was trained, at least. The ex dancer, though, took their problems out of the ring and raised the stakes. The rocker was just defending her image and her right to fight in the ring. That led to some definitely poor decisions on both of their parts, the two could agree. Hurt as she was, Chris had chosen to try to be the bigger person, but still let her rival know she couldn't just forgive her immediately. That, as well as the unknown circumstances of the night when the reconciliation seemed to begin, made everything just all sorts of awkward for the two of them. Maybe that was another reason these spasms seemed to happen with Chris?
Whatever the case, the rocker soon found Veronika curled up under an oak tree, with her dog in her lap licking at her to try and cheer her up. She slowly approached, only hesitating because of the way the sadistic bitch chuckled. It was so pure, so happy. Nothing at all like her hated chortle Chris still sometimes heard in her dreams. It was very nice, honestly.
So when that hostile facade returned, lashing like a wounded animal as Chris came closer. But despite what Veronika said, the tiny rocker found no such glee in the sight. There was pity for the girl, that much was certain. But beneath it was also a little hint of sympathy. She may not know why Veronika was acting like this, but Chris could at least wanting to be alone and hide the tears. That was probably the summary of her life when she as nine or ten. She could get something was there, and that her acquaintance likely wouldn't want to say a word about it.
But Chris could just try and be there.
She sat beside the tall blond, holding her knees to her chest. "While it is kind of nice to see you actually can feel something, aside from when you're getting shitfaced," She paused, kinda regretting the words after they left her mouth - damn her social inability! "I-I'm not gonna say whatever is happening to you brings me joy. I may have a bad temper, but I'm not a hateful girl Veronika."
Veronika grumbled at Chris remark but could'nt say anything against it. It seemed that with Chris Yukine she was'nt her usual arrogant, stuck up self again, of course there was much akwardness between the former rivals but Chris was the first person ever that Veronika Noir had made the effort of making up. She hadt thought about it a long time, weighing out the advantages and disadvantages and then, without really knowing why she did it she visited the concert of Chris, intent to say what was on her mind. When her arm was broken she had time to reconsider a lot of things. Harmonia and Finella talked a lot to her on her bedside and the Queen of Hearts decided to give the Edelsteins suggestions a try, even if the voice inside her head, the voice of hate ,distain and competition was against it. This time she did'nt listen and she found out that when she finally had spoken her mind, all those negative feelings started getting weaker and weaker.
Now she sat here and when Chris sat next to her, Veronika blushed, looking down at Croissant who eagerly wanted to greet Chris again. The Queen of Hearts gave a slight smirk and let go of the Frenchie who immediatly flopped itself onto the lap of Chris, licking her hand and looking up to her, begging for some good old pats.
When Chris yelped and seemingly did'nt know what to do about these affections, Veronika turned and suddenly her hand touched Chris. She gasped and blushed even deeper. She knew this hand. She had squeezed it, twisted it, used it to whip the smaller woman into things. Both women knew their bodies by now but this time it was something else. And Veronika did'nt let go as she scooted a little closer, now being at Chris side, looking at her little Croissant.
"Relax, Relax, it is just a french bulldog not a fucking Pitbull.", she said and grabbed the hand of Chris she was holding, bringing it down on the head of Croissant. "There. Now left and right.", she said while practically leaning on Chris, helping her pet her first dog ever!
"You do fine, see, he likes it.",Veronika said and shook her head.
"Pets are easy. They just need a lot of love oh and in Croissants case a lot of food. Before you consider to take a dog, be aware that you will become the whole world for him.", she said, Chris arm and shoulder between her breast as she was leaning on her side. She did'nt talk about the outburst,or their match or what had happened when they got drunk. Now they were talking dogs. And it soothed the troubled mind of the Franco-Austrian who reached into her handbag and put a little bone formed treat into Chris hand. "There, make him sit and give paw. Then you can give him his treat.", Veronika said with the hint of a smile.
"Yeep!!" Chris yelped as soon as she sat next to Veronika, as her little dog suddenly jumped in her lap and licked her hand. She flinched back, much to the dog's disappointment, but to her rival's seemingly enjoyable reaction. Damn her awkwardness. Not having a pet or social life really made her embarrassed when this kind of thing happened.
She was already blushing, but soon the blush grew as she felt her acquaintance grab her hand. Or someone did, she was kind of frozen in place and didn't look. It was a safe bet it was Veronika's though, given no one else was around and canine paws didn't have thumbs. The hand connected to Veronika's arm, that she broke in her fit of rage, and a hand that had done so many awful things to her. But now... all that seemed distant as the taller woman brought it up to Croissant's head and started giving him pets. That seemed to make the little guy happy, Chris thought as she started to relax.
Veronika started speaking again, Chris listening intently. Aside from the pit bull part. There were statistics that showed a counter to her comparison, but the rocker decided not to break the moment with her random dog fact she got from a certain animal channel. She was just enjoying how they weren't fighting or arguing. Not even when Veronika leaned over and enveloped Chris' arm between her boobs did she flinch, just blushed a little deeper.
This was... nice.
"Pets are a lot of responsibility though. At least that'swhat I've always heard. Yeah, you're their whole world, and sounds nice, but it just sounds a little scary. Especially when you know how long you'll outlast them." She took the bone treat from the blond, slightly smiling. "Sorry, I shouldn't get morbid, huh?" She gave a weak laugh, following Veronika's lead in getting Croissant to sit and give her his paw.
