The Horsemen Archives: Tape #2 (The Conversation)

Horsemen Colors: Yona, Hazel, Iris, and Phoebe.

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After her victory against Hikaru Sawazaki, Yona casually strolled over to her room, kicking down the door in excitement. Hazel and Iris both leaped off the benches, startled by the racket that came from the entrance. The brunette was giddy at her performance minutes earlier, looking at her teammates with overwhelming confidence in her eyes as she shouted, "Heyyyy! Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~!!"

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"Yona! What the Hell?! You almost made me spill my drink!" Iris growled, unaware that the bottle in her hand had been leaking on the floor even before Yona arrived.
"Like you even need another drink; we should be looking for groups to have our first match against!"
Hazel sighed, crossing her arms in disapproval of her companion's behavior. Iris tried to nudge her with the bottle slightly, too dazed to even notice that there was nothing inside as she offered the blue-haired meathead a sip. Hazel snarled, placing her hands on Iris' neck and shaking her. The two were spouting insult after insult at each other, only interrupted once Yona started to chuckle cutely.

"Ahahah, it seems like Mio has grown some balls since we've last seen each other! I remember Iris used to bully the shit out of you!" Yona joked, the two beginning to grow on her, only a little. She had taken a win, so she might as well celebrate by indulging the two.

"Ah true. You do have a point. Well, you gotta know your worth, right?" Hazel softly commented, posing the question clearly towards Yona, the girl loosening her hold over the drunkard's neck.
"Nahhh, she's just taking advantage of the fact that she lifts way more than I do!" Iris declared, not giving Yona a moment to respond, "If I had some more muscle, I'd clearly whoop her ass like I used to back in the day..~!"

"I don't knowww, from what I remember, Mio was always pretty swole, I used to think it was impressive back then."
"Huh?! Really?! That's really flattering coming from the great Louise Heisenberg!"
"She ain't that greattt! I know the real thing: Yona Giovanni.. the most hated girl at our school. I mean, it was pretty fair; she did kick every girl's ass, but only I could see the parts of her that no one else has..~!"
"Like my pussy.."
"Like your sweet and caring side, eheh~"
"Eh?!"
"We used to both work together as sex workers-"
"She did it to make money to take care of her brotherrrr.. after we graduated, of course...~!"
"Lucky! You've got to see-"
"Let me stop you there. A lot of people have seen me naked; it's not all that impressive."
"I would like to say otherwise! She's got quite the nice set of breasts on her..~!"
Yona sighed, finally exhausted by Iris' love-hate relationship with her. The brunette sat on the bench, in between the two girls, so they could continue their conversation.

"Speaking about our childhood, why did you move out of Greece, Yona?"
Yona was paralyzed for a moment, her eyes widening and the image of her dead opponent consuming her mind in a dark fog. She clenched her fists, sweat trickling down her body. She tried to speak, but instead, she wheezed in anxiety. By then, Hazel had begun to worry, asking if Yona was alright, but she quickly snapped back to her senses, deflecting her last two questions, "How could I ever reject an invitation from LAW, right? Aha.."

"I guess that makes sense.. What about this brother of yours?! Why did you have to take care of him like that? Didn't you have parents?"
".....At some point...aha.."
Yona felt as if some repressed memories were beginning to come to light. For a mere second, she could almost imagine her parent's faces. Out of all the times she could have looked back on, she remembered the last they had together. They were on a mountain, her brother having been recently born. Yona, being only a child, was dragged to a cavern-like space inside one of the mountains. Yona's heart raced unnaturally, feeling the fear her child self felt at that very moment. She quickly gasped; all she could remember was a scarlet flare slowly engulfing her entire memory in a blood-red hue.
"Yeah! They abandoned us..! But it was for the best!!" Yona tried to save face, lying even to people that were far from strangers.
"Yeah..."

Iris was confused at first to Yona's exaggerated reaction to the question, but as she gave it some thought, she began to sneer at the two in confusion. She herself had begun to remember their childhood. However, once she remembered through her drunken memories, a stroke of fear brushed her mind. The harlot had stayed quiet about it, but it was apparent to herself, that she was repressing memories, similarly to Yona. It caused her to stare on at her teammate, ashamed of their past together, and rather distraught to what she could remember; it didn't make sense. Even so, she took another sip of her drink, wanting to disregard the topic, and letting Hazel continue talking.

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