“Do not say it…”

“Fine.”

Imya bent down and ruffled Itsuki’s hair. “You’re adorable, Itsuki.”

“No, I’m not!” She looked away as her face turned bright red. “A-And neither are you!”

Imya turned towards Natsumi. “Is she always like this?”

“Sadly, yes. Anyways, I have to head to my interview.” Natsumi left the room. She walked down the hall to her interview. When she arrived, the interviewer smiled and told her to sit down.

“Hi, I’m Natsumi.”

“Surname?”

“Suzuki.”

“Welcome, Suzuki. So why do you want this job?”

“Do you not think that question is a little cliche?”

“No, seriously, why here? Of all places?”

“My old friend, Itsuki, is an SCP and she hopes to be considered ‘safe enough to release.’ So, I’m helping her.”

“Well, what qualifications do you think you have?”

“Well, whenever my friend, Imya, tells a dirty joke, I shoot her.”

“And she’s still alive?”

“She’s immortal.”

“That is odd. What’s your biggest weakness?”

“I’m severely allergic to dogs, and I’m afraid of sausages. Don’t ask.”

“What’s your biggest strength?”

“I can kill people and I’ve read all the information on everything contained here. Well, almost everything. ” She muttered under her breath in Japanese, “There’s a fucking ton of SCPs here.”

“I know, right? Well, you’re hired. I was supposed to ask more questions, but you seem capable.”

Natsumi jogged back down the hall to Itsuki’s containment chamber. “I’m back.” She looked over at Imya. “Imya, I know you repeat the same ‘get asked out, say yes, take whoever asked you on a date, bring them home, sleep with them’ cycle with a few of the girls and some of the boys in our grade, but doesn’t mean you can do that cycle with Itsuki.”

Imya grinned. “You forgot a part of the cycle at the end. That part is-”

Natsumi interrupted, “Nope.”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“I know.”

“Why can’t I repeat that cycle with Itsuki?”

“She’s a virgin and said that she’d like to keep it that way.”

“You never let me do anything fun.”

“Well, in our friend group, I have to be the mother figure that no one else in the group has. I do not have a mother figure that cares, so I guess we all have something in common.”

Itsuki buried her face in a nearby pillow. Breathing heavily, she whispered to Natsumi, “W-What kinds of things does Imya like? I want to know in case she wants to talk about one of them.”

“She mainly just watches anime and that kind of stuff. Mainly lewd anime. Hentai and that kind of stuff. I think she has a fetish for bondage, sadomasochism, that kind of stuff. That is not important how I found out.”

“How long have you known her?”

“Two days. I’ve known her for two freaking days and I already know a lot about her. Word of advice don’t ever look through her jacket. She doesn’t just carry weapons. You can probably tell what I mean.”

“She and I have so much in common already…”

“And I will get you two together.”

“R-Really? You’d do that for me?”

Natsumi hugged Itsuki. “Yes, I would.” She looked at Itsuki’s leg. “Wow, your nails really dug into your leg. I’ll go get a first aid kit.”

Imya reached into her jacket and pulled out a first aid kit. “I can take care of it.” She moved Itsuki’s skirt out of the way and carefully started wrapping gauze around several wounds on her thigh.

Trembling, Itsuki stammered, “I-Imya, you d-do not have to do this…”

“I’m all right with it.”

“C-Can’t you take care of yourself before you worry about me? I’ll be fine…”

“I’m immortal, and I’ve experienced much worse than my arm being shot. Some of the blood on my shirt is mine. But I do not care.”

Itsuki’s mind raced. She leaned slightly forward and put her head on Imya’s chest. Imya hugged her. Itsuki opened her eyes, then yelped and fell backward.

“Are you all right?”

“Y-Yeah…” Itsuki adjusted her skirt and lay down on her side.

Imya put her hand on Itsuki’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. But I am truly more than just a dirty-minded player.”

Itsuki rolled over. “R-Really?”

“Yeah. But if you’re not comfortable with me around, I’ll leave you be.” Imya turned around to leave.

Itsuki grabbed Imya’s upper thigh with her tail. “S-Stay… please.”

Imya turned around and sat down on the side of Itsuki’s bed. She took Itsuki’s hand and smiled.

“Y-Your hands are warm.”

“I know. do not worry, you’ll be all right.”

Itsuki thought, “I will, as long as you’re here.” Natsumi sat down on the cement floor by Itsuki’s bed. She hummed a lullaby under her breath. Within minutes, Itsuki was asleep. They heard a voice whisper from the corner, “She’s adorable when she sleeps, isn’t she?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Serafina, Itsuki’s supervisor. I’m also her half-sister. I see and hear everything that happens in here, and if Itsuki wants to go off-site, I must go with her. Basic site rules. Itsuki’s the only Keter that can leave. I’m pretty sure she’s the only SCP that can leave. You can’t see me from where I am, but I can see and hear you from where I am.”