"Ayane, you can't be rough with her. Treat her feelings like a budding flower; gentle. Nothing but gentle."

Said woman scoffs as she sits atop a roof in the midst of a neighborhood. The darkness wraps around her and she uses her abilities to stay out of sight of any and all prying eyes. It's not hard; after all it is close to midnight on a weekday and a school night to boot. Although if someone did notice, they would never forget the way her violet hair catches the moonlight against her pale skin.

Nonetheless, she's kept an eye on this lone house inhabited by only a young woman and her grandmother. It's all a matter of time until she loses her window of opportunity. The longer she waits, the less conviction she'll retain. She can't go back empty handed after seeking help from Kasumi; even though the other woman was the only one she could confide in to begin with.

Like hell she'll say she got scared and ran away with her tail between her legs. It's bad enough that she's been avoiding settling this mess for weeks now. This certain girl just won't leave her be and it doesn't help that Ayane has been stationed here on a mission. Rather, a lack thereof.

Slowly, she begins to slip down the overlapping tiles. Not a sound is made as she drops down onto the veranda. She remains in the shadows while sitting on the railing; feet arched up and hands grasping at it between them. Her crimson gaze locks onto the sliding door that keeps her from her target. Even with the curtains drawn she can see the light that dares to break through the thin material.

She's awake.

For a moment Ayane muses the thought of leaving. Her heart beats fast in her chest and she finds all of this simply ridiculous! There's no way this is going to solve anything. Why would it? That girl has never listened to her before when she's told her to buzz off.

Her face grows hot as she thinks about those eyes gazing up with her an emotion she can't place. Although, Kasumi knew exactly what it was and she hasn't even met the girl. Ayane uncurls her fingers from the thin railing and proceeds to get down. She makes her way straight for that door and tentatively reaches out. One simple tug on the handle has it giving away and she almost wants to scream.

It's unlocked.

Mentally fuming about how one girl can be so stupid, Ayane peaks inside while thanking fate that the wind is still tonight. She's trained to do this right; infiltrate without being noticed. Except, it's not very hard when her target is curled up on her bed fast asleep. Ayane loses all her stealth as she steps into the room with a sigh. She can only shake her head as she closes the door and looks around.

The girl doesn't sit up or flinch and it proves she's been out for at least a little while now. Ayane takes this moment to glance about the room of a typical girl. Aside from the varying array of books, martial arts movies, and stuffed animals of pandas and cows. She dares to let a smirk curl the corner of her mouth as she strides over to the sleeping female. Ayane comes to a stop at the edge of the bed where one of the girl's arms hangs off.

Quietly, she crouches down to observe her better. In all honesty, the only thing Ayane truly knows about this girl is her name; Honoka. Other than that she's only aware of some hidden power that she can't seem to get her to talk about. Not that they've truly held much of a conversation. It's more along the lines of Honoka seeking her out no matter how well she tucks herself away in the shadows.

Yet here she is; staring at the peaceful face. The quiet moment allows Ayane to notice the long, pale pink eyelashes that quiver against her pale skin. Her shoulder length hair is the softest shade of pink peonies and it makes Ayane want to reach out. The action is something her body does on its own. Her fingertips brush over Honoka's cheek while pushing the hair to the side; although she does twirl the ends around her fingers before pulling away.

"Nn..."

Ayane flinches but she can't move fast enough. Honoka reaches out with startling speed and grabs onto Ayane's wrist. Her eyes are bleary and she has to blink several times to adjust back to being awake.

"Ayane?"

Said woman can barely move; she can only stare. Her breath is caught in her throat as her bright red eyes lock with Honoka's. Never once has she had the chance to truly look at them. In fact, they're almost replicas of her own except they're more like blooming roses.

Honoka lets Ayane's hand go as she sits up, bending her legs over the lip of the bed. "Are you alright, Ayane?"

A deep pink rises to Ayane's cheeks and she rushes to fight it away. She jumps up to her feet and turns on her heel. "I'm fine." Every ounce of courage seems to drip off her as she quickly makes her way to the sliding door.

But Honoka won't have it. She hops off the bed and grabs a hold of Ayane's arm; holding it close to her chest. The connection only has Ayane's mouth growing dry as she feels her arm being wedge between to rather soft mounds. She doesn't dare look back though.

"Um, Ayane… don't go yet?"

"You have school tomorrow. I shouldn't have come."

Honoka tightens her hold and reminds Ayane that she's a fighter all the same. "Why did you come?" She gingerly tilts her head to the side. "And how did you get in? Are you really a ninja then?!"

Finally, Ayane yanks her arm out of Honoka's grasp and spins back around. Irritation is the fresh emotion sprawled across Ayane's face as she glares down at the shorter girl. "Are you serious?" She gives a slight gesture toward her appearance; her traditional dark violet ninja outfit.

The wide smile on Honoka's face doesn't tell her anything either. Well, it does alert her to how cute and short the other girl is. Not to mention the way she hugs her arms around herself accentuates her large bust; one that rivals Ayane's own. This inevitably leads to Ayane noticing that the girl is only wearing black tank-top that reaches halfway down to her thighs.

Honoka ignores Ayane's glare, "Well?"

"Ah, well what?"

"Why'd you come?"

Ayane gives Honoka her back once more if only to gather that courage that slipped away mid flight. "I.. want to talk about what you said."

"I like you?"

"Y- Yes that."

"And?"

The girl seems to purr and it has Ayane's heart daring to leap out of her chest. "Well, the thing is… I might like you too."

Honoka claps her hands together just before she surges forward. She wraps her arms around Ayane's waist and presses herself against Ayane's back. "I'm so happy! I really do like you."

Ayane barely manages to swivel around and grab onto Honoka's shoulders. She tries to push the younger girl away but it only has her clinging onto her more. Ayane's blush grows as dark as those fancy European roses she saw on her last mission. "Let go already!"

Shaking her head, Honoka then looks up at Ayane over the latter's breasts. "Are you staying the night? I'm sure Grandmother won't mind."

"That's not-" There's a sadness that flashes through Honoka's eyes and Ayane finally manages to pull away. "I was just passing through, I have to go."

"Oh..." Honoka then smiles up at her, "Then you'll come again?"

"Don't count on it."

That seems to be enough for Honoka as she smiles up at Ayane with bright eyes. "Maybe we can spar some next time then."

Ayane turns her head to the side, "You'll never beat me."

"I'd like to try though."

She bends down just enough so that their faces are an inch apart. "Then you'd better keep training."

"I will!" Then, much to Ayane's surprise, Honoka pushes herself up that last bit of distance to press their lips together in a soft peck. "I'll see you later then."

Slowly shrinking away, Honoka returns to her bed. Ayane, on the other hand, slowly backs up as she turns around. Her hand comes up to her face just as her other reaches out to open the door. The feeling of that petite kiss has her brain struggling to catch up. She just knows she has to get out of here.

Right before she vanishes through the door, Honoka calls out. "Ayane..." The purple-haired ninja gives her a side-long glance and her feet stilling from taking her outside. Honoka smiles once more, "Good night."

Ayane turns away from that blushing face and ducks out into the cool night air. But she doesn't leave upon closing the door; she leans against it and catches her breath instead. She notices the light going out from the corner of her eyes and sighs. She doesn't know if she can handle a relationship.

Brushing her fingertips over her bottom lip, she can't help but let the miniscule smile form.

Perhaps, she'll give it a shot.

/shifts nervously/ I, um… might continue this? Haha, maybe. A very possible maybe. Any thoughts?