They met by fate; Nami and Kurumi, anchors of sanity around which twin maelstroms of chaos orbited like dark moons.
In time their friendship bloomed and deepened into something more, and they finally shared a night of tender intimacy.
Nami turned, brushing the sweat-damp hair out of her lover's eyes. "Good morning, Kurumi-chan."
She smiled, "Good morning, Nami-chan. How was last night?"
"Yeah, I've had better myself."
Nami shrugged, "Same time next week though?"