I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

As Zafron and Sakura made their way through the streets of the Undercity towards Neon Abyss, the atmosphere around them crackled with an evident energy.

Word of their victory had spread like wildfire, and passersby cast admiring glances their way.

"Hey, Zafron! Sakura! That was one hell of a fight!" a gruff voice called out from a nearby alley.

"Showed that Butcher what for, didn't ya?" another chimed in, raising a grimy fist in salute.

A group of youths, their eyes wide with admiration, scurried up to them. "Miss Sakura, your transformation was amazing! Can you teach us how to do that?" one of them asked breathlessly.

Sakura chuckled, "Sorry, boy. Some tricks can't be taught."

[My, my, aren't we the celebrities now?] Calista's voice dripped with amusement in Zafron's mind. [Should I start preparing your acceptance speech for the Undercity's 'Most Likely to Survive a Death Match' award?]

Zafron rolled his eyes at Calista's quip but couldn't suppress a small smile.

The attention was... nice, in a way.

Different from the usual wary glances and hushed whispers that typically followed him.

As they approached Neon Abyss, the dull thrum of music and chatter grew louder. Pushing open the door, they were engulfed by a wave of noise and the sharp tang of alcohol and sweat.

The patrons inside were lost in their own worlds, drinking, laughing, and arguing, oblivious to the new arrivals. Zafron and Sakura weaved their way through the crowd, finding a secluded booth in the corner.

No sooner had they settled in than the waitress walked up to their table, her chrome surface reflecting the neon lights in a dazzling display. "What'll it be?" she asked, her voice a pleasant hum.

Sakura grinned, leaning back in her seat. "The usual, but make it a double. We're celebrating tonight!"

Zafron nodded, "I'll have the same. When in Undercity, right?"

[Oh yes, because following Sakura's lead has always ended so well for us,] Calista snarked.

As the waitress walked away, Zafron's attention was drawn to a boisterous voice at the end of the bar.

"...and then, I swear on my mother's grave, Sakura grew to twice her size! Claws like daggers, I tell ya! And Zafron? The way he wielded that gauntlet, you'd think he was born with it!"

Sakura snorted, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, at least our legend is growing. Though I don't recall breathing fire at any point."

Suddenly, she stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "Hey, everyone!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din. "Drinks are on me tonight! Let's celebrate!"

A cheer went up as the patrons realized who was in their midst. The atmosphere in Neon Abyss shifted, excitement rippling through the crowd.

As Sakura basked in the attention, Zafron's thoughts drifted to Matilda. Where was she now? Was she safe with the twins? The worry gnawed at him, souring the taste of victory.

[Ah, yes. Nothing complements a celebration quite like a healthy dose of anxiety,] Calista chimed in. [Perhaps we should order a side of paranoia to go with our drinks?]

"Hiroshima to Zafron," Sakura's voice cut through his reverie. She was back in her seat, two large mugs of Crimson Fury in front of her. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?"

Zafron sighed, reaching for his drink. "Can't help it. The twins... they're up to something. And Matilda's caught in the middle of it."

Sakura's expression softened. "She's tougher than you give her credit for, you know. But enough doom and gloom! We won today, against all odds. Let's enjoy it while we can."

She raised her mug, clinking it against Zafron's. "To unexpected victories and unlikely partnerships!"

As they drank, the conversation flowed freely, punctuated by bursts of laughter.

"Did you see Draco's face when you took down the Butcher?" Zafron chuckled, wiping foam from his lips. "I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel!"

Sakura grinned wickedly. "Oh, I bet he's plotting his revenge as we speak. 'How dare they ruin my perfect plan?'" she mimicked, her voice a comical approximation of Draco's nasal whine.

[I do hope you're prepared for the inevitable rematch,] Calista interjected. [Though I must admit, watching Draco's schemes unravel is rather entertaining.]

As the night wore on, Sakura's words began to slur slightly, her gestures becoming more animated. She stood up abruptly, swaying slightly.

"Listen up, you lot!" she called out, her voice carrying across the bar. "Let me tell you about today's fight. It was... it was something else!"

Zafron watched, equal parts amused and concerned, as Sakura regaled the crowd with an increasingly embellished version of their victory.

"...and then, just when all hope seemed lost, I tapped into my secret power!" she declared, miming an explosion with her hands. "But you know what? I couldn't have done it without my partner here. Zafron, stand up and take a bow!"

[Oh, this should be good,] Calista chuckled. [Perhaps she'll next reveal our secret identity as the long-lost heir to the Undercity throne?]

Zafron reluctantly stood, giving an awkward wave to the cheering crowd. "Alright, Sakura, I think it's time we called it a night," he said gently, taking her arm.

Sakura pouted but allowed herself to be led out of Neon Abyss, the patrons' applause following them into the night.

Their walk back was punctuated by Sakura's frequent stops, each accompanied by a new observation or declaration.

"You know, Zafron," she said, her words slightly slurred but her eyes bright, "you're not half bad in a fight. The way you stood up to the Butcher? Impressive stuff."

Zafron chuckled, supporting her as they navigated the winding streets. "High praise coming from you. Though I think you did most of the heavy lifting."

Sakura waved her hand dismissively, nearly losing her balance in the process. "Nonsense! We're a team, you and I. Who would've thought, eh? The rookie and the veteran, taking on the world!"

[How heartwarming,] Calista didn't miss her sarcastic note.

As they approached Sakura's house, Zafron's thoughts once again drifted to Matilda. Was she back yet? What had transpired at the Governor's mansion?

"You're worrying again," Sakura observed as Zafron helped her through the door. "It's written all over your face."

Zafron sighed, guiding her towards the bedroom. "Can't help it. There's something not right about this whole situation."

Sakura flopped onto the bed, looking up at Zafron with surprising clarity despite her inebriated state. "Life in the Undercity is never 'right', Zafron. We just do our best to survive it."

He contemplated what she said and saw there were some truth in it. Before he could give an answer though, he saw Sakura's eyes drift upwards.

'She's drunk as he'll,' he thought, pulling her blanket over her so that she was cozy. He had a long look at her before turning away.

As he turned to leave, Sakura's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. "Stay," she said softly. "Don't go."

Zafron hesitated, caught off guard by the vulnerability in her voice. This was a side of Sakura he'd never seen before.

[Oh my, this is an interesting development,] Calista mused. [Though I must warn you, my lord, mixing alcohol and emotions rarely ends well.]

"Sakura, I..." Zafron began, unsure of what to say.

"Just for a while," Sakura insisted, her grip loosening but not letting go entirely.