Camia the Mafia
A WOMAN in black hooded cape and a bloody red lipstick came inside the prison silently. Beside her is a stern looking man in a tux and glasses.
The woman’s stilettos and her slow walks are the only things that could be heard inside. For an unknown reason, it brings an eerie feeling on those inside the cell. Fortunately, there are only two cells that are occupied inside the room. And one of those cell, is someone she wanted to see.
Suddenly, she stopped. A mischievous grin formed under the hood, which couldn't be seen by anybody. A rare view it is; her grins and smiles.
She stopped between the two occupied cells. Though she's confused which cell that traitor is occupying, her grin didn't falter. Inside her mind, her head and her neck are already fighting which direction should her head turn to first.
She then decided to turn her head on the left, but to no avail. The cell she had turned to was occupied by a man who's head is down, so she couldn't define who is it.
When she turned her head to the right, there he is. A man who's covered with tats, even his temple and forehead.
“Oh! There you are, Katsuki,” she said playfully. They glared at each other.
The man, Katsuki, gritted his teeth, he couldn't talk. He was being toyed and fooled. This girl in front of him is clearly showing off her triumph against his schemes.
“...”
Katsuki didn't talk, he must have clearly felt like a failure. So she chose to taunt him more.
“How are you feeling inside there, hmm, Katsuki?”
ON the other hand, the guy she had seen on the left cell, is thoroughly staring at her on her back. He's been listening to them all this time. And it was enough for him to observe the woman. Though her face is not clearly seen, he could familiarize its playful voice.
He has been feeling familiarity all this time, when the woman spoke, he felt it.
‘I gotta see your face no matter what.’
He stood up, causing the man in tux, which he just noticed right now, to look at him blankly. He smirked. He then punched the wall in his cell, so loud. And it was so painful. His features wanted to contort but he tried hard to prevent it. He tried hard enough.
Until…
The woman turned to his direction. It felt so slow, like the appearance of the sun in the day, and the appearance of the moon at night. It was frustratingly slow.
His jaw dropped, his mouth hung open as his dark brown eyes widened.
Red lipstick that has been haunting his sleep, those amber eyes that has became common in his dream, and her crossed arms which he had long to clung tight.
Finally, for so long, he had seen…
Camia.
