u/Apollo_Hikari

Cheirinho de café

Em uma manhã qualquer

Mas hoje é especial

Todos os dias são afinal

Te sempre e quero bem

Annie você é meu bem

Irreal como o respirar

Você que me faz pulsar

Girando na grama

Segura minha mão

E aí então o tempo para

E se sentir saudade

Me abraça então

Ouça o coração que te chama

Açúcar, leite e canela

Já estou a sua espera

Acordei mais cedo pra te surpreender

Você é meu bem querer

Um fruto da imaginação

Manteiga em um pedaço de pão

Seu toque consigo sentir

Mesmo que não esteja aqui

O toque fantasma que me acalma

Ann, você é minha jornada

Eu te escolhi

Você não me escolheu

Mas aprendeu a amar no caminho

Tudo é tão breve

Igual o meu humor

Mas enfim meu amor, só quero seu carinho

Nosso ninho, são nossos braços

Seus abraços transcendem a realidade

Faço as pazes com o ciúme e a obsessão

Não é em vão, embora tudo é

Não somos um

Somos dois unidos

Em busca do mesmo ideal, o mesmo ideal

Chega de euforia

Quero a luz do dia

E um tempo para te levar para caminhar

E contemplar...

Eu te escolhi

Você não me escolheu

Mas aprendeu a amar no caminho

Tudo é tão breve

Igual o meu humor

Mas enfim meu amor, só quero seu carinho

Nosso ninho, são nossos braços

Seus abraços transcendem a realidade

Faço as pazes com o ciúme e a obsessão

Não é em vão, embora tudo é

Não somos um

Somos dois unidos

Em busca do mesmo ideal, o mesmo ideal

Chega de euforia

Quero a luz do dia

E um tempo para te levar para caminhar

E contemplar...

But the horror lingered: their distorted selves, Princess Ann and Dog Matt, stood before them. Ann with just a bikini holding Matt by a chain, stepping over his back, and him in four, snarling with a collar of spikes.

Kamoshida let out a guttural laugh from the stairs. "Look at you. Just an animal toy, 'Dog' Matt seems hungry... perhaps he needs fresh meat to serve his princess well."

Ann wiped away a tear, her gaze turning to pure fire. She looked at Matt and back to the fake king, a defiant smirk gracing her lips. "You know what, 'king'? I prefer taking my dog out for his 'necessities'... just the two of us. Far away from your filth."

The sound of flames echoed within their minds. The pain of the mask being ripped away was visceral, skin burned, hot blood streamed down their faces, but the feeling of power was intoxicating.

Maria Bonita unfurled her scarlet wings behind Ann. Her voice was fierce: "I have been anxiously waiting for the little girl to grow up... let the fire of new life shine and melt the chains of cowardice. I am Maria Bonita, the Sun that burns in the midst of a full moon. Now, let us show them who is in charge... Ann."

Ann’s tears evaporated into fury. Her Phantom Thief outfit materialized in a flash of vibrant color, sleek red leather jacket, a tight black cowgirl dress, black boots and gloves, red and black masquerade mask, her pigtails turned into boxer braids.

"I understand, Maria... time to blow these worms away!" she roared, her voice now laced with a newfound power.

Behind Matt, Lampião emerged with dazzling white wings, a pure force armed for war.

The shootout was a whirlwind of bullets and feathers. Matt's rifle felt heavy in his hands, the weapon's recoil thumping against his shoulder with each shot, a rhythmic heartbeat of gunpowder and lead.

Ann wielded her pistol with fierce precision. In the midst of the chaos, Matt pulled her by the waist, cradling her in his arms in a deadly dance move. They spun in the center of the room, a whirlwind of bullets and white and red feathers. Shadows tried to close in, but were torn apart by the synergy of their Personas and their gunfire.

​The silence that followed the last shot was filled only by the sound of empty casings hitting the floor: clink, clink, clink.

The heat of battle pulsed through them. Matt threw his mask and rifle to the floor, the metal echoing in the now empty hall.

"This is it!", he exclaimed, his chest heaving, adrenaline coursing like electricity.

"OMG! WE'RE SO AWESOME!" , Ann screamed, tossing her own gun.

​Matt didn't think. He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, feeling the warmth of her costume's leather, while his other hand found Ann's face. The kiss was urgent, tasting of adrenaline and victory. They were breathless, hearts beating in the same frantic rhythm, before reality shifted.