Emily's Dilemma & Akira's troubles (For Psychopatrick)

The heavy bag rustled back and fourth as the link chain holding it began to squeak before it began to rattle violently as a barrage of heavy blows smacked against it. Akira, the karate girl, wasted no time in resuming her training at AFW. Despite the fact, she just got back here yesterday. The karateka wore the traditional Japanese Gi and for her training purposes she wore red padded martial arts gloves. After finishing her set, Akira threw a towel over her shoulders as she went to sit down at a bench as she wiped the sweat off of her shoulders and neck. She would soon loosen the top half of her Gi, as it fell down to her waist as she formed a knot at her waist revealing her black sports bra. Taking a gulp of water, she would take a moment to recover before going to complete another set. Akira had been here since morning and for it being almost noon, she needed a break. She had to work out her frustration somehow. Akira starred up at the ceiling before laying a cross the bench as she put her hands behind her head. Slowly, the brunette rested her eyes as she took a short nap. Despite her heavy training regiment, Akira's mind was always on Masane as she was so desperate to at least confront her once after all theses years. She wondered what she would say when they would meet again and how she would confront her. It was the small things that bugged her as well as the elephant in the room.

'... Masane Tajiri... turning a bad leaf? What was that girl thinking! Ooohf! Just forget it!' Akira said turning her head towards the wall.

After her little power nap, she turned her head towards the gym to see any newcomers had entered the gym.

While Akira had fallen asleep, Emily stepped into the room, humming softly to herself. She took noticed of the karateka that had fallen asleep. Finally, she had found her. She slowly started to smile upon finding her asleep.

"At last..." Emily thought, and stepped towards her. It took her forever, but she had finally found her sister. She cracked her knuckles slowly, about to attack her while she was asleep, then she started to wake up. Emily frowned a little, hoping she could get an easy beatdown on her, but, she supposed this way was okay too.

"So.. I've finally found you, Masane." She grins. What other woman would wear a gi to a wrestling arena? This was her logic, at least, unaware of the other women in the roster who did such.

Akira blinks reawakening from a pleasent dream, she slowly sits up on the bench rubbing her eyes as she heard the name Masane. The martial artist tilted her head to the side as her vision came into focus. The karateka's eyes widened as she looked at Emily with teeth bared and fists clenched. However, she began to relax and stand up and embrace Emily thinking that it's Masane.

"Oh... it's been so long..." Akira said not holding back her strength giving her a big hug.

Emily stepped towards Akira, hands out towards her. Her original plan was to wrap her arms around her neck, but Akira surprised her when she stood up, and pulled her into a hug. A very, very, tight hug.

"Agghhh! Gh... Been so long?! You shouldn't... aggh... even know I exist!" Emily retorts, struggling in the hug. Christ, this girl was strong! Her arms felt like a set of lengths of cement, just crushing her tender body!

"What are you talking about? Just cause you're at AFW doesn't mean I'd forget you'd exist!" Akira said as she slowly pulled away from the hug, she moved back and cupped Emily's cheeks. Turning her head side to side with her fingers, she examined her closely before stepping back as she rubbed her chin. Akira looked at Emily with great care. She had bigger boobs then before which ticked her off a bit. Not to say her breasts were small but, she always envyed the fact Masane had slightly bigger breasts than she did. However, it looked as if she grew another breast size and grew a bit taller. Akira blinked, she had a feeling this wasn't Masane but, the resemblance was so undeniable. Masane and her were so close, she didn't recall her having any family that looked remarkably like her.