The epic tale of vara Gallo and Mariko kobayashi. An old Hollywood musical with a cast of thousands.








Mariko lived in a surprisingly normal house in Osaka. She had no urge to live in a huge and difficult to take care of home. To her, a house was a place to keep your stuff and sleep. Mariko also owned very little. The house was bare aside from the minimal amount of furniture and appliances. She was the sort who owned only one bowl, one spoon, one knife, and a cup. She lived alone so anything else would just take up space.

This being said, quarantine had been awful. Her home was so bare because she was never home. Now being at home... It wasn't fun. She'd lived off of whatever restaurant would deliver to her house. She considered doing shows online, but she felt that was lame. Her shows were personal and doing a show online? It's like watching porn you really arent into.

Mariko sat on her bed browsing through ikea's site. She was seriously considering buying a second lamp. This wasn't some thing one did lightly. " hmm. I don't know. Lime green IS a bit flashy..but the lamp IS shaped like a lime." She muses to herself.

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mariko keeps scrolling on the ikea site. "ooh! this one is shaped like a penguin." she coos while looking at the penguin lamp. it did look nice and she could see herself turning it off before rolling over to go to sleep. "mr penguin,you just found yourself a home!" she exclaims. she had taken to narrating her thoughts in the house as the typical silence would drive her nuts. she hated when it was so quiet that she could hear the clock ticking. by this time she felt she had watched every bit of video and listened to every song the collective creativity of humanity had produced. she rummaged in her discarded pants for her wallet so that she could enter the credit card information. her ears perked up when she heard someone knocking on her door. who the heck would be knocking on her door? she hadnt ordered food and its not like her neighbors spoke to her. she swings her legs off the side of the bed and trots towards the front door. throwing caution the wind,she cracks the door open. if it was someone there to kill her,a window broke easily. so her not opening the door really wouldnt matter.

"oh!" she squeals when she sees vara. that was nearly the last person she ever expected to see there. world wide lockdown certainly put a damper on travel,but there she was! mariko's vara was standing right there on her door step. "vara! oh my god,i missed you so so so much!" mariko says while flinging her arms around vara and squeezing far too tight. " how..why... i dont care for the answers. you're here and i love you. come inside!" mariko says excitedly while throwing general caution to the wind. social distancing was long forgot and mariko didnt care. if the was catching rona.she'd rather it be from vara than some stranger.

Mariko wanted to hold onto vara and never let go. She honestly couldn't remember the last human contact she had had. While Japan was doing very well in the face of the virus,everyone was still being very careful. Mariko didn't even remember the last cash she handled. She adored the dramatics of vara. She was a woman who definitely used a fainting couch at least once. " thank you so much for coming. I...sort of was scared to leave the house." Mariko says with a hint of embarrassment. She figured that it would only be right for her to be killed by sickness after surviving through so much in her life. "How..did you manage to get here?! "She finally asks when she realizes airlines are still sort of iffy on international travel. When her decor is mentioned, Mariko's eyes roam her sparse house and the trash can with an empty whiskey bottle poking out. "Please don't tell anyone how i live." Mariko says looking down and giggling. " i guess I should hire a fabulous Italian interior decorator. I don't have any money though. So we'll have to make an arrangement for payment. " she says in her cheesiest porno actress tone. "Seriously though, you always were the one with taste. My IKEA account is yours." She adds with flair and a little bow. Mariko lights up at the wine. ""Spicy and fruity is perfect!" She exclaims. Red was perfect as that is what Mariko pictured when wine was mentioned. "Um...we may need to drink from the bottle." Mariko says,now actually embarrassed. "I have only one cup...and it's a coffee mug." Mariko walks towards her kitchen and leans against the counter. They were also going to need food. " I'm such a street urchin when you aren't around, huh?"

"very right. everything I want and need is here now." Mariko says to vara with a little sigh. deep down, Mariko was a romantic who felt as long as vara was here with her, nothing could go wrong. though in a very real sense, Vara had probably been in far more danger. Italy had been far worse hit than Japan. "I was so worried about you. especially since I'd have to hear it on the news. your bitch ass sisters weren't going to tell me anything." Mariko admits softly. she didn't want to come out and say it before in case that spoke it into reality. she also distinctly remembered hating Vara's sisters for some reason. Mariko also followed vara's eyes around the house. dammit. if only her penguin lamp could've gotten here in time. then the house would look homey instead of homely. vara had a good point. she always got what she wanted, that was one thing Mariko admired about vara: nothing was going to stop her. "see.I would've went with saying that it took more sexual favors than I can count and that I was still tired from it." mariko giggles before she was grabbed. mariko returns the kiss and also holds vara's waist. "I like being what you want. you can get me any time." she says, looking up to vara. Mariko assumed that however vara got into the country, it took an international woman of mystery level spycraft. IKEA probably wasn't up to vara standards and probably shouldn't be up to Mariko standards either. it wasn't like she didn't have the money. her beloved,but destroyed,fiat 500 was replaced with a nissan gtr. "i'll put it together. but I reserve the right to make crude comments to you, the lady of the house. while I, the rough around the edges day laborer, work. though i think you just want to see my cute tool belt." mariko grins to vara. it really only seemed right that Mariko put the stuff together. nothing about vara said these hands are getting dirty. in her kitchen,mariko placed the sponge she washes dishes with back in its little holder. the thing about not having more than what you need is: things are kept clean. at least her girlfriend wasn't waking in on a hoarders type house. "corkscrew?!" mariko asks while cracking up. she sighs a little and takes vara's hands and looks into her eyes. " vara..i havent so much as SEEN a cork since we lived together. if it doesnt have a scew cap? it doesnt come home with me...am i still a cute little urchin?" mariko laughs and shakes her head. christ. why was SHE the punk rock living one and not erica? it wasnt right. "oh shit!" she exclaims while jumping up and down while still holding vara's hands." i DO have one! swiss army knife. top drawer." she grins proudly. she scampers over to retrieve it,holding it up proudly.




ooc:im assuming vara is taller than mariko. the real one is like 7 inches taller

"oh for sure" Mariko instantly answers Vara, but then remembers the way she lived. "of course, it'd be weeks before the neighbors complained about the smell. but Hitomi would definitely tell you when she found out. she knows i deserve a fabulous widow throwing herself on my coffin." Mariko laughs a little at the thought of her own death. "you know she is the one who really pushed the idea of there being an us again. she thinks she's gotten wise in her old years." Mariko laughs with a roll of her eyes. probably even without erica, this is exactly how things would've gone anyway. things being "friendly " probably wouldn't have lasted too long. vara and mariko seemed to be a constant in the world, even if they did part at times. "ew.you better not, Vara!" Mariko playfully smacked vara's shoulder. "heroin chic went out in the '90s. i think" she giggles before thoroughly enjoying the feeling of vara's chin on her head. it felt so intimate to her. if she let herself, she could swoon at the moment. "you smell so good." Mariko whispers into vara's neck. she gave a little yelp when her ass was smacked and nodded with a wide smile. "are there any other tool belts? I got the jeans and white tank top all ready to go." Mariko says to vara excitedly. she may not be able to cook, but Mariko was handy enough that she could build ikea furniture. she felt maybe by being competent it may make up for her spartan living. mariko cracks up at vara's reaction to the swiss army knife. it was now her turn to give vara's lips a peck. " is there something beyond lipstick lesbian? because...." mariko trails off while looking at vara with a raised eyebrow. "here,your highness. let me open it. i wouldnt want you breaking a nail. seriously though,that stuff hurts!" mariko offers. her nails were always rather short. it was just more practical. plus,acrylics were a thing anyway.

"Please do. i'll wear red to yours. just to make people talk." mariko winks at vara. mariko's views on death she assumed were like anyone's with her experience. her own death was something to joke about,but anyone else's was damned near unbearable to think about.she hated the thought of vara not at least being on this plane. even during the time they werent together,it was nice to know vara existed....even if at one time her sister wanted vara dead. mariko didnt want to bring up what she had been up to in vara's absence. they both knew that there was a time when she and cara filled a need. erica was instrumental in pushing mariko back into trying love again. "very well could be. hitomi is far less...combative." mariko chuckles. Vara brought a good point. who knows what erica's take on mariko and vara would be if her own life wasnt stable. mariko takes breath in winces. "ew. i'd rather go with the heroin." she says while looking up at vara. she couldnt really see her face,but it was nice to look at the underside of her jaw. she loved just standing like this. it felt like what she had been missing for so long. just simply being loved. mariko squeezed vara tighter and kissed her neck softly. she never wanted this moment to end. but,nothing was forever and there was a wine bottle to open. "you were a least a tiny bit straight. dont think i forget our first moments together." mariko teases with vara. it was sort of odd since vara was correct from near their first moments together. she had known mariko was only into women from the start. mariko takes the knife and opens the corkscrew part of it. within a few twists.sje jad tje corkscrw buried into the cork. she pulled and she grunted to no avail. she put the bottle between and her knees and pulled with all her might until the loud POP was heard. "mcguyver aint got shit on me!!!" she exclaims, holding up her work. "we cant have wine without food,may i offend you with osaka's take on italian?" she offers,nodding towards the pile of takeout menus.

ooc:oh its fine. theres a war going on. patience is needed

mariko poorly tries to hide a smile. she adored being complimented,and ESPECIALLY when it was from vara and appearance based. she had always found vara to be the very picture of sophistication and desirability."well,i'd certainly be trying to bring you back from death. i cant do this shit alone,you know." she grins and looks at her house. vara brought a certain warmth into mariko's life that most likely wouldnt be there normally. mariko giggles at vara starting to use erica's actual name. "even gretchen doesnt use her real name. i just cant take the name erica seriously. " she says with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head. she found the name change absurd,but erica seemed to like it. "i dont know if we could win superious couple. my sister can really cook. i guess that is the price we pay for you getting the trophy sister. we could perhaps get my sister to fight with your sister." mariko grins to vara. she actually really liked the idea of having erica,gretchen and takara over sometime. it seemed what normal people did..well,as long as they had family they liked. mariko sighed happily and absorbed the fact that vara was here with her. who'd have ever thought they,of all people would be together in 2020? "he was pretty. pretty damned lucky you gave him the time of day." mariko said in full acknowledgment of how goofy the joke was. she nearly held her hand up for a high five. "he's damned lucky i gave him the time of day. though,we both know why i was there." mariko gives an impish smile to vara. if she recalled correctly,their first time together actually was a threesome. mariko could handle flavorless appetizers as long as the main course was interesting. mariko unscrews the cork from the corkscrew and tosses it into the sink with a clanking sound. "i am going to need you to say that exact phrase later." mariko winks at vara. again,she adored compliments from vara. mariko knew nothing about wine so she assumed vara knew what she was doing with the wafting. she did enjoy watching it though. "if we had a winery,that image is going on the label." she tells vara with a nod. wineries were all the rage these days. so it was sort of possible. mariko did enjoy eating grapes,so it could work. mariko slips her arm around vara's waist and kisses her softly on the lips to taste the wine. "i'd be offended if you DIDNT complain." she jokes to vara. vara was far more into "real" food than mariko,so she felt she could learn what was good and what wasnt through vara. "you dont understand?" mariko asks in faux shock. "so i am safe to talk about you to my sister then? good to know." she nods while looking over the menus and pointing to one. "this one is my favorite. the margarita pizza is so so good. there is just so much pineapple on it."
she says to vara seriously. it is her favorite,so she does know pineapple does NOT go on it. "their spaghetti? i ordered it and got egg noodles and ketchup." she says with distaste. it isnt true,but she saw goodfellas. so that has to be terrible when it comes to food.

"whats a little necromancy among friends? if you think i am letting you go again,you are sooooo mistaken,vara." mariko scoffs at vara. if there was anyone mariko would hold up a boombox while a cheesy 80's song plays for,it's vara. unholy magic? that it is just a hop,skip,and a jump away. finally all that crowley reading would come in handy. "hotter couple is the better choice ,right? they have gretchen,sure. but has anyone called my sister hot? nope. now over here on the gallo/kobyashi front? we are both hot." mariko says to vara as if this is a simple fact on the level that the sun will rise tomorrow. she giggles devilishly at the mirror talk. mariko may not have much outside of essentials,but she does have a mirror that faces the bed. though,previously only for innocent reasons: her room was small and she needed a full length mirror somewhere. "our video would totally be on the premium level. theirs would have ads every few minutes." she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. she wasnt sure if vara knew or not,but she was surprisingly competitive with her sister in most everything. mariko nods to the affirmative. "trent was his name . and no,i had zero interest in him." mariko says with a face that wasnt disgusted,but certainly not turned on. she had loved trent and vara together. she had wanted something like that,she hadnt expected to take trent's place. mariko sighs and takes a drink of the wine. "honestly,i was sort of offended when i became trent's babysitter for you. like,what? you didnt think i could tempt him?!"mariko laughs,nearly doubling over. "i cant peg down when my crush on you started. it may have always been there. at first you were the exact person i wanted to be,who i thought i needed to be. but later? no. you were you but you brought out the real me....dont pay any attention to this." mariko blushes deeply and drinks from the bottle again before passing it back to vara. in a very real sense,vara had always been there on mariko's new path in life. mariko opens her mouth in shock at vera claiming she has to pay to use her image for the wine bottles. "you are going to make me pay?! me!? i am but a lowly street urchin that doesnt even own two spoons. have a heart,vara chan." mariko pouts and bats her eyelashes at vara. vara would have to go on these hypothetical bottles. who'd buy wine with mariko on the label!? maybe a strawberry flavored soft drink,but not wine. vara was probably right,she was probably always talked about. she was one of those people who just had...it. like that woman,mercedes. what did mercedes actually DO? but yet,everyone knew her. vara was much the same way. star power personified. mariko flips through the menu drawer some more. while funny,vara probably wouldnt enjoy crappy takes on her food. there may be good places around,but mariko didnt know them. "vara..you know i am damned near legally obligated to making an eating japanese joke,right?" mariko asks,while bumping her hips into vara's. within a few minutes,mariko was on the phone to a place and rattling off an order. she ordered far more than the two of them needed for the night and she also ordered several more bottles of red wine and a bottle of whiskey. "i ordered a bit of everything and more alcohol." she explains after hanging up." with everyone staying home,its like an hour wait." she says sourly. she hated waiting for anything. especially food.

"i have someone on the inside." mariko whispers while leaning close to vara and giving an obvious wink. "if karoliena doesnt slip our names in while presenting...well,you can fight her." mariko laughs and holds vara's fists up. "i hope we are nominated too. i mean,look at the competition out there. honestly,we should be a shoe in for the win." mariko says with confidence. she may be rather biased,but theirs was certainly a healthy relationship. nobody had more love and respect for each other. an award stating such would look nice on the mantle...though would they fight over whos house it stayed at? when vara makes her face,mariko quickly touches the exposed tongue with the fingertip and giving a high pitched "boop!" mariko sighs and leans her head against vara briefly. she had a long journey to get to this point. "i like it too. " is all that mariko replies with. this is partially why she loved vara so much. somethings didnt need to be spoken,they understood each other. vara was the only person not related to her that mariko trusted entirely. mariko pretends to be oblivious to what vara means by a payment plan. she wrinkles up her face and asks, "you want money? i have plenty. fucking lousy with the stuff,actually." mariko snickers. she lead a simple life. her home was cheap...in osaka terms, the new car she bought was pricey,but other than that? she didnt even really splurge on alcohol. "ooh!" mairko squeaks when vara kisses her. mariko presses herself against vara and holds the sides of her head softly during the kiss. it had been a while since they were last together and even when they had lived together every day,mariko lusted for her. " well,we can go over my ikea order. there is a really cute lime lamp but there is a penguin one too..." mariko trails off.

Mariko giggles at the idea of people wanting to see Karoliena and vara right. " that fight would tick off so many boxes on the fetish checklist. We could probably all retire off the royalties for the footage." Mariko ponders. She couldn't think of anyone who wasn't into at least some portion of what vara and Karoliena would offer. Mariko jerks her hand back from vara's mouth and clutches it tightly to her chest. " nooooooo! It's my favorite finger!" She pretends to wail. " I use it to point and to poke. Losing it would hamper both of our sex lives. I can't be a lefty,vara. I can't!" She laughs while picturing the clumsy fumbling using her left hand would entail. Mariko moves her lips to the side as she thinks how to answer vara's question. "I haven't been home this long for my entire adult life. If I'm not touring, i am usually at the castle. Having people over never comes up. Plus, everyone i know lives in Europe or the states. Only someone really crazy is going to come all the way over here. I think I'm obligated to sleep with her too." Mariko giggles after scrunching her face up in thought. She licks her lips after the kiss is broken. "More interesting than bargain priced furniture?" She asks in a puzzled voice while twisting her hair around her finger . " you wanna race the delivery guy?" Mariko grins mischievously while holding vara's waist firmly. " i swear my bedroom isnt as cold feeling as the rest of my house. By the way,how long do i have you for? Do i need to go all out right now, or can i save some for tomorrow?"