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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Jul 6 2017, 11:50 PM Post #1 |
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The lights of the city always stung her eyes in a harsh way ever since the mayjuu arrived in York Shin City, and even after four months of living in the crowded, polluted, and shining city she still wasn’t used to it. A sliver of light made its way into the extravagant hotel room as it landed precariously on the edge of the bed her ‘John’ was sleeping in. Carefully, the wolf mayjuu made off to the bathroom to clean up before leaving and returning back ‘Home’ for what remained of the evening. Locking the door, the young mayjuu turned on the water and proceeded to shower. One of the rules before going ‘Home’ was to make sure that one was clean of all evidence to ensure a healthy ‘Home’. It was an easy enough rule to follow, plus it made her feel less empty to be clean from doing what she needed to do with her ‘Johns’. The water hushed soon enough as she dried her fluffy ears, one of the many traits that seemed to make her ‘Johns’ go absolutely wild for her and then her long hair. Her mind wandered as she dried herself off in the mirror, the noticeable bruising around her neck from the rough foreplay making it evident on her light colored skin. Sighing, she continued on, body in autopilot mode so she could leave and take care of the pain that started to travel up her spine and soon started to flare in her left arm…. ****** The escort stood outside on the side walk the lead up to the large, luxurious hotel building. It was one of many in York Shin city. “Such a pretty young creature and so good at what you do. I’ll be making sure to recommend you to my other *ahem* collegues that are interested in mayjuu,” the older man, a business man in his late fifties, said while gently patting the she-wolf’s head as his fingers caressed her sensitive ears. The wolf gave the man a gentle smile as she looked up to him and leaned into the touch. It was hard to not like such affection, head pats; it was her weakness and people knew how to use it against her. That, and her injuries. “It was a pleasure being with you tonight, sir,” she said softly before getting in the car the man had called for her. “No, the pleasure was all mine, Little Wolf,” the man said while her in cash for her services, double the usual rate, and sent her off. Taking her payment, she nodded her head slipped inside the nice taxi, careful to not ruin the even gown. Closing the door, she gave the man an address to a condominium complex in the city. Leaning her head against the frame of the door, turquoise colored eyes looked out onto the city as she thought about things that led up to here. She should’ve ran when she had the chance, but she was too intoxicated and…so beaten down. It was rough at first, thinking that she even could’ve gotten away, but no. The man that took her things and destroyed them, and then took her way with promises of taking care of her and providing better drugs for her…Demyan…lied to her. The world he introduced to her was a cruel one, but apparently better than most, so he said. Quickly she was ‘Seasoned’ by the other men that lived in the apartment, as well other methods of getting her to work for them with her body. It took measures of starvation and other ‘fun’ methods. It took half a month to get the mayjuu to break, but she did. That didn’t mean that she had outbursts of defiance against the men that had her, but that fire was extinguished and beaten out of her… If anything, she was a shell of her former self. An ex-Hunter turned Escort by no fault of her own… Unless you count being weak a fault, and many did, then it was her fault… ******* “My волчица, you’re back!” An excited Demyan greeted the mayjuu and she smiled to the man, mostly due to fear that he could be violent. It was a rational fear; the memories of the beatings were still fresh in her mind. “Mmh! I’m back and he paid me double!” she said before twirling around before handing the profits over to him to look over, “that puts me over my quota for the night, right?” Demyan quickly counted the money and slowly she could see his eyes light up from what she had gathered. “неимоверный! Отличная работа! Very Very good job, волчица!” he said while stashing the money away, “you are getting EXTRA medicine! The best for my good girl!” As he praised her, his hand gently patted her head and massaged just behind her ears. Even though she didn’t want to find comfort in such an action shown to her by this man…the mayjuu couldn’t help but close her eyes and relish in it. “T-Thank you…,” she said quietly as she leaned her head into the tender touch while being handed Demeyan’s brand of hydrocodone for the night and for tomorrow. “Off with you! You have a task tomorrow with Esfir to buy things for the new girls coming in,” he announced with a laugh before head where the other men were doing drugs and entertaining themselves. Ylva tensed at the new information. Esfir was Demyan’s ‘Bottom’, the one that reported runners and anyone that violated rules. This woman, in particular, seemed to have it out for Ylva by reporting everything she did wrong. She had grown to fear her as much as she feared Demyan. It didn’t help that Demyan had a Nen technique that completely put her in Zetsu constantly in the form of a Nen tattoo on her body… ‘I…have to make sure I don’t do anything to screw up tomorrow,’ she thought to herself as she retreated to her room. Girls came and went like clockwork, and new ones came every month but Ylva seemed to stay no matter what. The she-wolf did her best to stay with them, console them and tell them it was better to just follow the rules… How she wanted to just tell them to run…but she was severely punished for the second time she tried. Upon entering her room, Ylva changed quickly into what little clothes they gave her and curled up in her bed before taking her pills. As soon as the numbing effect flooded her body, relaxing her arm and making her dulled to the pain in her tail, the wolf mayjuu fell asleep. ******** “Get Movin’ Wolf! We need to get these clothes today!” A loud and shrill voice called to the wolf girl as they walked down the streets. The tapping of heels on the pavement answered the harsh call as the mayjuu picked up the pace. “C-Coming!” Ylva called as she followed her and one of the men Demyan always sent out with Esfir. The woman was petit in stature and girth, but she was quick and knew how to take care of herself. She was someone that you didn’t want to meet on the streets at night when you’ve pissed her off. “Move your ass girl or I’ll find something to tell Demi about; he always believes me whenever I say anything,” a sneer appeared on her face as she looked to the beast-like girl, “I still don’t know what those men see in you; getting’ it with an animal is illegal and disgusting…” Ylva’s gaze kept to the floor as heat rose in her cheeks from the comment. She was just an animal but rich politicians, mobsters, and people with money who hadn’t ever left the city and into nature was fascinated by “Exotic Escorts”, or so she was called on the Escort site. They’d pay a pretty penny to be with her and she was usually booked back, to back, to back. “Little Wolf” was indeed popular. And she was trained to delight and pleasure these men to their whims for as long as they paid her for. They had already bought some new evening wear for when the new, young girls have their first client, but now they were purchasing casual clothing for going out in the day time. Those garments were…much more revealing and the rule is to wear it in public or stay inside. If more modest clothing is worn…punishment followed soon after. Currently, Ylva was adorned in such skimpy clothing that accented her chest, hips and thighs as if showcasing goods to the public. It was humiliating to wear it at first, but now she was accustomed to it except the heels. They always hurt no matter what. As they entered an establishment to buy day time clothes, the clerk at the counter had the radio going: “Two more bodies were found on North Evening Starr Ave. this morning. It seems like the killer, who’s only stalking working women, has struck again. Police haven’t been able to find any witnesses to these crimes, not any leads been made available. Further updates will be added to this gruesome crime in order to alert the public. Now, onto Sampson with the weather! Sampson, what does good old mother nature have in store for the good people today?” The broadcast faded out as the man switched the channel to music. ******** It was her first ‘Date’ of the day. The large Galemore Luxury Hotel came into view as she pulled up in a taxi. Glad to see that her dress for the evening fit the atmosphere, the mayjuu shouldered her wrap, paid the driver, and headed on inside to wait at the hotel bar, but…something stopped her. The feeling of someone watching her made her hesitant, and she remembered what Demyan said. If she felt that a ‘Date’ wasn’t going like usual, then she had to book it back ‘Home’. Honestly, it wasn’t something alarming her. Maybe she was extra jumpy because she hadn’t been to this hotel before. Either way, she was making money tonight and she had to go in. Composing herself, Ylva strolled in and asked for directions to the bar. Once guided to the right direction, the mayjuu sat at the counter, ordered a drink, and waited for her ‘John’. It was an odd ‘John’ that’s for sure. He called himself Y.T. and just told her to meet him at the bar. Usually, her other clients would leave a key for her at check-in and she’d get to the room and do her usual routine unless they booked her for the night, which was rare but it happened often enough. Waiting, the wolf woman brushed off her midnight blue dress that was adorned in various places with subtle sparkles. Only minimum make-up was on her, which included lipstick and merely eyeshadow. Her long, curly hair was elegantly placed in a bun with beautiful faux pear hair combs. Only time will tell if here ‘John’ would show up…and if not, it meant she was working double tonight on her next client. Edited by LittlexWolfxHunter, Jul 29 2017, 02:27 AM.
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| Suzuri | Jul 11 2017, 10:00 AM Post #2 |
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If he closed his eyes, he could almost hear Suzuri draw her paintbrush across paper. Feel the small room close in around her. He could smell the paint fumes and feel the tension in her nerves as she folded her hands. The travelling painter didn’t like cities. The crowds of people wore her down just as much as they brought him alive. In a city, he, Y.T., could spread the wings of his mind until they felt like breaking. That made him giggly. He could jump from person to person, always further away, until only a small thread remained to remind him of Suzuri, of the fact that she made him limited. Mortal. Suzuri hated cities, but they were bound together, and he had convinced her to stay. One week. The Ripper case had taken its toll on her. Sometimes she found it difficult to get out of her room. Y.T. had tried hugging her. He knew that she’d hit him, and that it’d make her feel better. A deal. A compromise. Struck like blood from a stone. Y.T., the Detective, opened his eyes. The dim lights of the bar dazzled him by contrast, and the circular edge of the table felt smooth under his fingertips. He raised his eyes, and smiled. He’d heard the clicking of heels - the bartender did, actually, but Y.T.'s senses were all over the place these days. Entering the room in a sparkling dress, was his Compromise. She was beautiful, he assumed. She was beautiful in much the same way that a bonsai is. Deprive a living being of its nourishment, of necessary space, and it will develop in twisted and wondrous ways. His golden eyes fixed on her. He waved gleefully, his long sleeves swishing wildly around. Apart from the bartender, he was the only one in the room. "We’re so glad you could make it! We’re Y.T.." The white-haired young man stood up to take her hand, and bowed to kiss the air just above it. Strands of his hair fell nearly all the way to the floor. For the fraction of a second, his thumbnail scraped the surface of her skin. He smiled, and went behind her to help with her chair. Sat down across from her. Smiled. ""Anything to eat? Drink? Take all the time you need. It's on us, of course." He folded his hands above the open menu. Stared. A child. A prince. A fraud. Some said that nothing about him seemed right. His clothes were too flashy, his words too innocent, his smile too sharp. Suzuri said that he looked at people as if planning to scoop them open with a spoon. That was a lie. It was only the Interesting People that fascinated him so. Oh dear, he could hardly handle the excitement! His lips hurt from smiling so much. "We heard you cater to...unusual tastes." He lowered his voice after the bartender took their order. He'd ordered the same as the girl, saying that it wouldn’t taste like much to him otherwise. “We have a rather unique…kink, ourselves. We’ve been asked to tone it down, lest we hurt people, but…” There was a self-amused spark in his eyes, of someone who knew precisely what guilt was and didn’t care. “ ‘But.’ It’s always what they say, isn’t it? Addictions are hard to stave off.” Hunger. That was what shined in his eyes. There might’ve been a sensual undertone to it, but to a careful observer it would feel almost accidental, or mimicked, like a child actor bemusing himself with a role above his age. Physical relationships had lost some of their obscurity to Y.T. in the last few days, with Suzuri playing her role on the streets of the Red Light District, and he assumed that he wouldn’t mind experimenting some of the technicalities with the woman in front of him. But that wasn’t desire as humans understood it. To one with senses more sensitive than a human’s, he wouldn’t even exude the expected pheromones. In fact, Y.T. didn’t smell of anything at all. His curiosity was his only, soul-devouring desire. She was much, much more valuable in other ways though. “Don’t be afraid.” He seemed surprised by her expression. “We’re an infovore. A data devourer. A knowledge whore.” Just when one would be taken in by his innocent straightforwardness, his smile would sharpen to a predatory grin. “Information is the most precious thing to us. And you, hun, are a mystery.” His eyes were the sort that stripped one down to flesh and bone. “You wouldn’t mind to just talk for a bit, would you? I’d-“ He clenched his long, slender fingers on his sleeves. “But I promised…” He looked to the table. “So we’ll only ask one question. To start with. Then you can ask things back.” Smile. It’s just a game, you see? It’s safe. Innocuous. ‘And we’re pushing your hourly rate across the table as a gesture of good will.’ “How much do you want to run away?” |
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Jul 11 2017, 04:56 PM Post #3 |
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Ears flicked at the sounds coming from the lobby of the expansive hotel. The dim lights that adorned the mahogany interior of the bar was something she was grateful for; a mayjuu in the city, especially in the more ‘well-off’ areas, didn’t take too kindly to her presences. The shadows that the lights cast helped in concealing her more animalistic features to others. That same feeling of being watched overcame her once more and she stole a side glance at the only other person in the bar. It was a young man, most likely older than her but around her age, with the oddest pair of gold eyes. It reminded her of a feline; like a cat staring at prey. As he waved at her, she knew in an instant that this was her ‘John’. A tense feeling stirred in the young mayjuu woman as she walked over to him, hips swaying in an enticing manner. He was certainly NOT dressed like the men that usually scheduled time for her. More or less he was adorned in colors that seemed much too vibrant for the tone of this city. It reminded her of the men from Jappon that she catered to, on the rare occasion. They certainly found her very pleasing and had…the oddest demands from her. And the oddities from this…Y.T. continued on, even using a ‘We’ as he talked, even though it was just him. Something…just didn’t sit with the she-wolf with this one, but she decided to play it off like any other ordinary ‘Date’. Pulling out her chair for her also threw the mayjuu for a loop; kindness of any sort was quite uncommon in this line of work, but Ylva accepted and sat down. Even the offer of food or drink was sparse from her ‘Johns’. Not bothering to glance at the menu, Ylva already knew what she wanted and knew that she was going to need more than one drink to get through this night. “Appletini, please,” she said politely to the waiter and gave him a smile and wink. It certainly caused the man to color his cheeks and begin hurriedly fulfilling their order. Y.T. started to speak again, talking about how she catered to ‘unusual tastes’ and his own unique ‘kink’ that he had. Turquoise eyes looked at him, unimpressed by his use of wording and want to know exactly what he expected of her. And calculate it into a price tag. Another thing seemed to be distracting her, sending off strange alarm bells in her mind. He absolutely had no scent; no cologne, no natural scent, not even the scent of arousal that she was all too familiar with. Nothing seemed to come from Y.T. except cryptic phrases dripping in honey. Then it clicked in her mind what exactly this could all be. A set up; he had to be a cop of some sort. Memories of being caught in a sting operation two month back almost made the mayjuu shiver. Jail was a terrible place, and it made her debt to repay sky rocket when Demyan had to come and bail her out. The punishment after that…she didn’t want to remember it. It didn’t help that he had asked her a question that made her body freeze: “How much do you want to run away?” The urge to reply back with an answer seemed to be caught in her throat. She had always thought of running…but where would she run back to? There was absolutely nothing back home for her, her Hunter’s License was destroyed so she had no access to her previous earnings as a Hunter, and last of all…she’d had no way to get medication for her pain.. Where she was…she was guaranteed those things that she needed. “Y.T., it would be my pleasure to service you in any way possible,” her voice was soft, not sultry like most women talk when in this line of work due to Ylva still being quite green at this, but a subtle hint of playfulness made itself know in the tone she used, “but…someone like me doesn’t have any information anyone would want. What could you possibly want with that~?” As she spoke, her hand lightly touched his, the motion sensual but holding traces of tenderness. It was that tenderness that the men she courted in the night seemed to want from her and made her desirable. Each time, though, it seemed as if more of that tenderness was taken from the wolf mayjuu. The mayjuu’s unusually hued eyes met the other’s eyes, not dissuade by intensity of his gaze nor the color. The young female wolf leaned close to him. “And…I’m perfectly happy; why would I run?” she muttered quietly as she gave him a soft smile on painted lips, “and, if what you’re saying is the truth, wouldn’t you want to take this conversation to a more…secluded place? People that want information usually don’t want others to overhear…” The waiter returned with two martini glasses filled with a bright green liquid and a maraschino cherry at the very bottom. Ylva put in an order for another, knowing that this drink would be gone in a few moments time. |
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| Suzuri | Jul 14 2017, 05:36 AM Post #4 |
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Y.T. knew about illusions. It was something at the core of his nature. As his date’s words flowed sweetly off her lips, covering her surprise, he watched her with the detached admiration of seeing a master at work. Pretending affection, interest even – how many an actress could do that day-in and day-out? Then she put his hand over his on the table, and all thought faded from his mind. Soft. So soft. The young man froze under the majyuu’s touch. So much information, encoded in such a strange format. His hand arched slightly, like a cat yearning to rub against the one stroking it. So gentle. Suzuri was never this gentle. Not to him. The most she could ever get out of her was wonder, when he solved a case, but even that was tainted by fright. He reached out to poke Little Wolf’s hand, mesmerized by the idea of learning to do the same, then hastily retreated, suddenly afraid that he’d break something. Her nails were dainty little claws, black like expensive lacquer. His heart was beating in his ears. He felt his gaze slowly forced down, between them. Many men would fantasize about the places that those hands could wander to, in time…but not Y.T.. Y.T. knew exactly where he wanted her hands to be. He leaned forward, suddenly unsettled. Suddenly he was playing a game that he wasn’t assured to win. His throat felt dry. “Think you could…” He hated how small his voice suddenly was. His gaze darted to the side, to ensure the bartender was away. “…braid my hair? Please?” His eyes were pleading. He wanted to kick himself. But he was a being ruled by expectation, and her imagination was what gave him power over him just as it gave him power over her. If she’d accept, Y.T. would lean closer to her, as happy as a clam. The pretty green drink she’d picked made him feel warm and cozy. There was something he’d wanted to say…what was it again? He listened, enjoying the tones of her voice, until he spotted the lie. His body tensed. “Of course you’re happy, dear.” His smile snapped back in place. He caught her hand, gently at first, then pressing his fingers into it until his fingernails left crescent marks on the inside of her palm. His long sleeve fell to cover the act. “That’s why we have to dig our nails in your flesh to feel that you’re alive. Nen. Aura. Ki. Magic. Whatever you call it, it’s been locked inside you. Willingly, I assume?” ‘But not of your own will,’ the spark in his eyes added. “I mean, your friend takes such good care of you.” The sarcasm was so subtle that it felt even more scathing. Something within him felt that he should’ve been quieter, but the hearty gulp he’d taken of the ‘tini disagreed. “Dostoevsky or something like that. Maybe the rumors of him not treating the girls right are entirely unsubstantiated.” He let her go, staring at his hand as if he wasn’t sure what he’d done. “He even deals with drugs, can you believe that?” He batted his eyelashes. “Donating them to medical research, we’re sure, with him being such a good guy. Mostly street stuff, but also some high-grade medicals trickling down from the pill mills. For his elderly grandmother, we presume?” Y.T. shrugged. His lighthearted tone turned conspiratorial. “Although…hypothetically speaking…You’d be one of the few girls that the guy would be able to afford spending those pills on. Expensive, you see.” It was a shot in the dark. Half of being a detective is looking confident enough that people spout out what they think you already know. As for the other half… Weave tangible fact with rumor; witness statements with scientific info. Guesswork – such is the art of a detective. He’d seen her from a window when playing around with Nen. Not a single glimmer – why? She’d been like a thorn in his brain from that moment on. He’d found out some bits of the story from part-timing in the host club, where he served drinks to some of the more well-off ladies of negotiable affection while looking for a killer. He’d found out even more after that from digging around. Nothing completely certain. Assumptions. Just like looking at her nose and wrists and assuming that she wasn’t on the cheap stuff, yet, on the drugs that gave the same high for a fraction of the price, and burned one’s life quicker than chlorine trifluoride burned through concrete. No…Her unusual features, her ears and her tail, made her too precious to waste like that. But what would have been sadder? For something to upset that balance, an injury or a disease or built-up tolerance to whatever she might be taking, and her current hell to be just the antechamber to a quick and brutal end? Or for her predicament to continue, undisturbed, for years and decades on end? “Have you even lost the ability to hope?” His whispered. The young man drew his fingers through the red heart painted on his hair. Suzuri said he had that heart because he had no other. His features softened. “We’re not with the police. We think both parties would be rather insulted by that association.” He chuckled. The Ripper case would have been far less entertaining without blundering law enforcement. “They’re so incompetent it’s almost amusing, and we’re too much of a wildcard for them. We’re not a snitch of your pal’s, Damienski, either.” His lips narrowed in disgust. “And by A.C. Doyle, we’re certainly not one of those religious nutcases that can’t make up their mind between brotherly compassion and fiery brimstone. We’re simply…” Eyes like polished gold met the woman’s turquoise gems. “The best detective in the world. At your service.” Edited by Suzuri, Jul 14 2017, 05:36 AM.
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Jul 14 2017, 05:19 PM Post #5 |
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The arching of his hand under her own made the wolf tilt her head, like a puppy would when confronted with someone that puzzled it. It wasn’t the reaction she was used to; regulars would either take her hands or place their hands on her own. Feeling his finger lightly touch her hand, seemingly out of curiosity, made her give the other another gentle smile to him as she let him do as he pleased. Confidence had come from the other but it seemed like he was shy among someone like her. Watching him turn his gaze down between the both of them gave weight to her claim as she continued to watch him intently. Was this his first time…being with an Escort? His request of her made her blink and sit back for a little bit. The smallness in his voice, and his avoiding gaze made her realize that it was a serious request. A small, caring smile formed on her lips and minuscule shine of light danced in those brilliant colored eyes of hers. “Of course, Y.T.” Seeing him lean closer to her, the majyuu shook her head while raising her hand to stop him. Slowly, she stood and moved into the seat right beside him and faced him. “If you could please turn around, sir” If he did as she asked, slender hands would work the vibrantly colored ribbon out from the other’s tresses. Slowly, in a much more sensual way, her fingers worked through the long white strands that reminded her of snow, getting whatever tangles that existed within the stunning locks. Light humming, a song she had been working on to stave off her mind from thinking about the things she had been through, came from the she-wolf as she worked on making sure the braid was flawless, smooth, and even. It was when she was done and tying off the braid with the colorful ribbon that Y.T. caught her hand in regards to her statement of being happy. It didn’t help that it was the hand attached to her injured arm. Had it been her other hand, Ylva wouldn’t have cared but… The nails digging into her flesh in her left palm made her wince and bite her lip to stop herself from yelping out in pain. How did men seem to know exactly where her injury was and use it as something against her? Stunning eyes turned cold and dull as she looked up to him as nerve pain worked its way up and down her arm. ‘…and here I was thinking this person was different,’ she thought, bitterness seething in her mind, ‘I…should know better…even….even Motto is like these men that see me…’ With steady voice, Ylva was about to speak to Y.T. once more but he continued on, talking about how her Nen was sealed away from her. He wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t what caused her to stiffen slightly. It was the fact that he knew of Nen and that he spoke as if she willing let it be. Another twinge of pain flew up her as the majyuu looked to those strange eyes. As he continued on, and she continued to listen, it seemed like knew some information about Demyan. Of course, most of the information wasn’t true, but it raised those red flag she had from before. The majyuu kept her lips shut so as neither confirm or deny anything that Y.T. was saying. Feeling his hand leave her own, Ylva clutched it to her chest slowly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the tone of her voice was soft but firm in the words that slipped out past her painted lips. His next question struck the young wolf-woman deep in her heart. “Have you even lost the ability to hope?” Breath caught in her throat as she struggled with that question. Hope. Hope, to Ylva, looked like amber colored eyes that held the sun in them. Hoped felt like the warm embrace of her parents and a Sunday dinner. Both of those things were tainted and gone from her life. “Why would I need to hope if I’m happy where I am?” Ylva's voice strained to keep that tender tone and her lips in that signature smile of hers. Thinking of Motto and her deceased family always put her in a terrible state of mind but she tried her best to not think about it. Y.T. then went on to explain that he wasn’t affiliated with police, snitches, or anyone else for that matter. He said he was a detective and the wolf almost scoffed at the statement. It was exactly what someone that didn’t want their identity known but…Ylva couldn’t help but think he was telling the truth. A laugh left her lips, light and delicate like a wind chime. “The best detective in the world! To think I’d be sitting with someone with such a title~” Ylva said with amusement, “and why does such a self-proclaimed detective want information from me, specifically? Especially since I should be servicing you in one of these glamorous rooms in this hotel~” The wolf paused for a moment before continuing. “Is…this your first time being with a working woman?” Again, her head tilted in that endearing manner that mimicked a puppy as one of her ears twitched slightly while blue-green eyes looked at the other. A slender leg gently brushed against his while she looked at him. “I promise to be gentle with you…,” her voice trailed off as she reached for her drink and take several long sips from the fragile glass, “and who knows….maybe I’ll actually have answers for your detective questions, Y.T.” The she-wolf downed the rest of her drink and, like clockwork, the bartender came over with a new glass that eventually found its way back into those slender hands. The alcohol helped to quell the pain in her arm that flared sporadically but she knew that a pill would be much more applicable, especially mixed with the alcohol. Nothing could possibly rise to match the numbing euphoria that alcohol and her medication created for her.... Edited by LittlexWolfxHunter, Jul 14 2017, 05:27 PM.
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| Suzuri | Jul 16 2017, 02:27 AM Post #6 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle As it was with many men, Y.T.’s most sensitive part was his ego. The woman in front of him stroked it, so gently, in the same way she braided his hair, then smiled serenely and punched it right in the gut. Y.T.’s expression glazed over. He’d thought that by presenting his suspicions among sarcastic quips so absurd they had to be false, he’d provoke a reaction. Laughter. Tears. Anything. But the Little Wolf didn’t crack. She didn’t believe him. Y.T. gazed at her with the admiration of one who, doubled over, sees a much stronger opponent than they’d expected. To have his suspicions discounted, to have them lingering at the edge of his mind without knowing which are true…such painful teasing! And she could do it all while looking so harmless. Did her fluffy ear just twitch? And she was so soft, and…he wondered whether her toes had sharp little claws too. They’d be so pretty! And then they could paint their nails together, and…and, oh dear Sherlock, she treated him like a cat! The Detective tugged nervously at his new braid. A cat is something to be stroked and pampered, but not taken too seriously. And if it scratches the furniture or gets into the wrong closet, you just direct its attention somewhere else… A chill twisted down his spine. He’d missed a clue. “F-from this angle, yes.” He stumbled to reply. He closed his eyes, trying to retain his cool. “It seemed more straightforward when it was me doing the servicing.” Right. She was treating him exactly like she’d done moments before – even though he’d hurt her. Y.T.’s eyes went wide. Her cuteness glowed in a new light. She didn’t walk out on him, because she couldn’t afford to walk out. So she acted on, flawlessly, because her softness was her only weapon. An unknown intensity built up inside him. He wasn’t human enough to feel pity, and often he empathized more with mysteries than with people themselves. But something about her story, about the mixture of strength and weakness twisted inside it, like a vine aiming for temporary flickers of light in the dark depths of the jungle, fascinated him. He wanted to thank her for sharing that, but she wouldn’t have understood. So he stood up and offered her his hand, making sure to avoid the one which he’d hurt earlier. “Well then, shall we go upstairs? M’lady.” He paused only to pick up his umbrella from the rack. In the elevator, the man took out a card from his sleeve and swiped it over the control panel. Soundlessly, a hidden panel opened, revealing an additional set of buttons. He pushed the one that said ‘Penthouse 3’. His arm wrapped around the woman’s shoulders. He was missing something, he knew. His white eyebrows rose. Why had she tensed up so much back then? Y.T. knew that he wasn’t that strong. He tired even holding his katana. Was it a memory from her past haunting her, and if so, what? Or was it genuine pain, and if so, which kind? He wanted, no, he needed to see. With the same disregard as before, the detective reached out along the bond he had with Suzuri, and drew more energy from it. He felt her recoil in protest, as life drained out of her, he felt himself becoming more real. ‘More.’ Such a refreshing feeling, like standing under a waterfall of sparks. The contours of everything seemed to grow clearer. More! He barely stopped before drawing too much. A shudder passed through his fingers. Too much, and the energy became unstable. Even more than that, he suspected, and he’d kill Suzuri. He focused the clear liquid energies in streams and eddies, swirling up his body and down his arms until they could drain in pools around his fingertips. He stroked his companion’s arms, softly, weaving little waves from shoulder to fingertips. Yes…He stopped just near his elbow. There was something different about it. A sensation of pressure, of scraping, along the edge of his skull. He tried to follow it. His fingers advanced up to her shoulder, to her spine. The lift door opened. The room after the small corridor was large and luxurious, in a way that for the designer it had meant a leather couch, floors of rare wood tiled in diamond shapes, a skylight, and little else. Paintings were strewn across the floor, some only half-finished. They showed landscapes. Forest landscapes. Sea landscapes. Mountains, with waterfalls weaving like lace. A three-page assembly of a tree, with a sacred shimenawa rope tying its base, and leaves rustling in a silent wind. Near it, the Red Light District of York Shin city shined in vibrant colors, with faceless people walking in the street. A storm at sea, cold spray nearly splashing out of the page. In a single step you could go from the rumble of thunder to the sizzling pan of a desert. Y.T. guided his guest to the couch, careful not to step on any of the paintings or color tubes. He wanted to ask her things, but he kept on being distracted. “Aitee? Is that-“ A girl’s voice came from one of the side rooms. A girl, younger than the Detective, appeared in a doorway. She was wearing a tasteful ruffled T-Shirt with shorts from the clearing rack, and her hair was arranged in many thin braids adorned with beads. She had paint on her cheek. Her voice had the scathing hurt of one too tired to get angry. “If you wanted to experience human passions, you might’ve well started with consideration.” Her fists clenched. She finally seemed to notice the elegant woman near her interlocutor. “I apologize, it’s just…this is sort of my place as well. Actually, arguably more mine than his. Though it isn’t mine either.” Her gaze slowly dropped, along with her voice first to her fidgeting fingers, then to the floor. Her eyes darted towards her ears. “And I didn’t mean that non-human people can’t show consideration. It was just-” She turned on her heels. “I…I’ll just go and bring pancakes.” She held those pancakes towards Little Wolf like a peace offering. They were a bit of a sorry affair, with jam dripping off the rolled-up edges, and places where flour or cinnamon had clumped together. But they were warm. “Was he mean to you?” The girl asked, in a tone that implied she would do something about it. She shot a side glance towards the man. “He’s generally offensive.” Unperturbed, the white-haired detective gestured as he made the presentations. “She’s our associate, Suzuri. Suzuri, meet Little Wolf.” “Nice to meet you. Associate?” The girl with the braids frowned, as if gnawing on something distasteful. The detective leaned towards her, and whispered: “Would you rather we reveal the precise terms of our intimate relationship?” “Don’t make it sound like an innuendo! I’ll hit you.” “That might be a good idea.” The detective looked down, and flexed his left hand. “Do you think you can break our arm in one go?” “What?” The girl’s eyes grew wide. As the detective seemed to ignore her, she turned to his companion, perplexed. “I do apologize, do you have any idea who introduced him to the weird stuff?” “We need to get a painkiller prescription for Little Wolf here. She’s running away with us!” He grinned. “Withdrawal isn’t, we imagine, pleasant. We know a doctor that might be swayed into getting us the right stuff, if we convince him that we’re allergic to everything else, but we’ve got to turn up with some sort of injury. Just a temporary measure, of course.” He turned to Little Wolf, and offered her his hand. “Or would you rather do it?” He tilted his head towards Suzuri. “She’s a bit of a weakling, to be honest. Left arm, kindly.” His eyes sparkled as if he was asking for a kiss. “Since you said you’ll be gentle.” Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by Suzuri, Jul 16 2017, 05:14 AM.
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Jul 16 2017, 03:57 PM Post #7 |
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The alcohol warmed her body easily as she looked to the other and his offered hand. Vodka always seemed to work on her body in such a hurried manner. Maybe it was because her body knew what was to come, thus preparing itself for the inevitable. Maybe it had to do with her being a wolf majyuu and her body had a very difficult time breaking down the alcohol. Whatever the reason was, the creature was glad that it was working now as she took the other’s hand in her own while being careful to offer her good hand. The sound of her heels against the marbled flooring of the lobby seemed to muddle in the other sounds that surrounded them. Her tail trailed behind her, making it more known that she wasn’t human but it never once moved as one would expect it to. It had long since lost the function to do so and only caused her pain. Even in the wolf’s dulled sense from the drink, she could tell that something seemed to lurk amongst the patrons of the lavish establishment. Eyes seemed to follow her, specifically her. Was…it one of Demyan’s men coming to check in on her; making sure that things were going as plan? Ylva turned to glance over her shoulder for the briefest of moments before turning back and focusing her attention on her ‘date’. The feeling of Y.T.’s arm being draped around her shoulder made her feel warmer than usual as she rested her head on his shoulder a bit. Hands lightly grazed her arms as if searching for something, and managed to reach her injured shoulder. A subtle tremor responded in kind to the touch. It was an injury born out of selfishness and one-sided love…a constant reminder of what she didn’t have. Could never have. The odd feeling coming from Y.T. fingers felt familair....as if he was using Nen to searching for something on her body. If anything, she kept her lips sealed, not wanting to confront him if he did. There would be nothing to help protect herself if she was attacked by Nen if she made him upset by confronting him... As the door opened to a small hallway, they were both greeted by a door that lead to a very glamourous penthouse suite. It had a classic yet luxurious feel to it; not showy but regal, in a way. Before the majyuu took a step, the paintings that littered the floor caught her attention almost immediately. Nature captured in the eyes of an artist was displayed before her and Ylva couldn’t help but widen her eyes. The deep yearning of being back amongst foliage and fauna flared inside her but it was instantly put out by remembrance of her…”training” and “lessons”. No. That life wasn’t for her now; this life was. Tearing those turquoise eyes away from those captivating paintings, the creature’s ears perked up at the sound of a feminine voice came from another room and instantly they lowered to the side. It was a young girl, young than her and Y.T. that came out looked at the two of them. Why was a young girl here? She seemed tired and absolutely fed up, mostly like due to Y.T. and with the banter that followed it seemed like that was the case. But still…why was there a young girl here? What did Y.T. REALLY want with her and why was she suddenly offered pancakes? Why…were people being kind…to her? Not knowing how to respond, Ylva just remained quiet and didn’t say anything, only using gestures to answer any questions unless she was being asked something complicated. The scent of the pancakes, though, made the wolf’s mouth water. They were familiar fragrances, ones that reminded her of home and especially her mother. Suppression of tears hadn’t been her strongest suit in the past, but she was quite good at it now. That wasn’t to say that it wasn’t hard to do for her. It didn’t help that it was the first pieces of actually home cooked food that she was offered, instead of instant meals and cold rice. Thinking rude to refuse such a gift, one was taken and eaten in a careful manner so as not to ruin the dress she wore. It wasn’t until she heard the words “associate” and “she’s running away with us” that she looked up and gave the man a glare. “I didn’t agree to running away with you,” her voice was stern and held an edge to it, “and I will not break your arm.” “If…running away is a bribe for me to give you information….I’ll just give you w-whatever information I have,” she muttered softly, “just…please don’t make me run away with you.” The idea of running away seemed to frighten her quite a bit. Maybe it was due to seeing a one of the girls try this method to get away from “the life” and maybe she witnessed her being caught and severely punished to the point of dying. Running was something she wanted to avoid entirely, and if avoiding it meant giving whatever these two wanted, then she’d give it to them. No, being in the situation was too much for her and the she-wolf; the kindness, the food, the subject of running. She needed to get out of here before someone finds out what she’s been doing. Before Demnya’s men find out. They always found out if she wasn’t following their rules…. Quickly, Ylva handed back his payment for her. “No…I…I’m leaving; I knew you were trouble and I don’t want that trouble to fall back on me,” she said, voice quite, as she turned to quickly leave, closing the door behind her and heading to the elevator to take her down to the lobby. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Suzuri | Jul 18 2017, 05:08 AM Post #8 |
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Shame. It was the one thing that Gray hadn’t warned her she’d die of, when she started using Nen. Suzuri wanted to twist herself through the floorboards and drip down to the sewers. Y.T.’s new girlfriend likely thought her such a killjoy. With her eyes pinned down to the pancake platter that she held like a shield, the travelling painter barely dared look at the other woman. The Majyuu had such elegant features; completely unlike her bumpkin self! Suzuri watched her own twisted reflection in a splotch of jam. Perhaps she was a retard compared to the detective bound to her by her hatsu. Her fingers tensed on the platter. But even if it was true, why did he feel justified in treating her like one? Her cheeks burned. Inviting someone over without as much as a courtesy call was already too much, but just draining her life energy without a warning…It had felt as if she could never fill up her lungs properly again. She’d thought she would die. Worse, she’d felt like an accessory. The majyuu woman was quiet. Speechlessly offended, Suzuri thought with a wince, by the horrible pancake. The girl leaned against the arm of the sofa. Her gaze swept through the paintings on the floor. If only he’d told her there’d be guests, Suzuri thought, she could have cleaned up a bit! Her eyes were intent. If Y.T. had brought that person here, he must be interested in her. He’d used Nen, too. Suzuri didn’t like that. And she’d asked him to-! “We like eating lies.” The Detective said, seemingly obtuse to how much his previous words impacted the wolf-girl. Suzuri wanted to catch him by the ears and shake him. “They come in so many flavors. Envy, loyalty, self-defense…As many flavors as there are human passions.” If she followed the edges of his sleeves, Suzuri thought, she could almost imagine a cat contentedly flicking its tail. “But a case made entirely of lies is like a diet made entirely of sweets. Unhealthy. The little shrew here,” said Y.T., pointing towards Suzuri, and the girl was taken aback by the amount of resentment sharpening his self-amused tone, “told me that I don’t care enough for people’s lives as we solve our cases. Demanded that we use our skills to help someone for free.” You’d have thought she asked him to commit suicide. Suzuri felt a chill as his demeanor turned perfectly compassionate, without skipping a beat. “So the only questions we could ask are those which would help us help you. But you don’t want that. So tell me, what could we ask?” As the speech went on, Suzuri had a feeling of something building up. She wanted to stop Y.T., tell him that his grandiose manner obviously wasn’t helping, but rather scaring away the poor girl. Suzuri could see it on the Majyuu’s face. T-tea, that’s what was needed! Hot tea and a blanket and- -she was leaving. Suzuri understood as she started running after the majyuu. She could see it in the glint in the detective’s eyes. She hated herself. For not getting it. For going along with it still. Her arms wrapped in a hug around Little Wolf’s shoulders just before the other pressed the button to call the lift “Please. Wait. I-I don’t fully understand what this is about. But I can tell you’re suffering. I want to apologize.” The girl bit her tongue. There was no need to specify that the way she could tell was because Y.T. was rarely so interested in simple cases. And yet, he relied on her to be the human on the team. The naïve kid who’d run after someone to try soothe them, without a second thought. Even as he followed her wishes, he played her on strings. “Are we really that much worse than whatever is waiting for you downstairs?” Suzuri asked softly. “I’ve seen too many people fall to the depths of hell in the last days.” There was enough repressed anger in those words to start an inferno from three branches and concrete. Her beads brushed against the majyuu’s hair. “The detective…he’s an ass, but I think he wanted to earn your trust.” The girl winced. Breaking arms was too intense for most people. “I may not look like it,” she added, sheepishly flexing her arm, “but I’m strong. Celestial-Tower-strong.” The arm stayed flat as a plank. “I can fight. I can fight for you.” She released the majyuu woman, and offered her hands, palm up. “Let me help you.” Back in the room, Y.T. stroked his braid. It’s like he could feel Little Wolf’s mystery along the traces of her fingers. “Those combs…we wonder.” He tapped his ear. A chuckle formed in his throat. “Well wouldn’t that be hilarious.” Edited by Suzuri, Jul 18 2017, 05:13 AM.
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Jul 18 2017, 12:37 PM Post #9 |
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The instant embrace from behind almost made the wolf counter with an attack. It was instinct that they had “trained” her with if one were to find themselves on the street. Instead, she stiffened considerably as she felt the gentle hug touch her broken soul. A wince graced her painted face as she felt the other hold onto her by her shoulder. Kindness from strangers in this city was few and far between; she wasn’t used to it suddenly being presented to her after four months of “training”, of being broken down and changed into something men could use. “…at least downstairs I know what is expected,” she said softly, “I…don’t know if whatever Mr. Y.T. planned will work, and if it doesn’t, you two might get hurt. I know something terrible will happen to me for retaliation if I get caught…I already saw one girl die because she left…her lover died as well…” A tired sigh, a sad sigh, left her lips. Ylva continued to listen to the girl that held onto her as she described her strength and that Y.T. wanted to earn her trust. Her urge to trust was trying to free itself but reason and fear decided against it. It held onto her so tight that she felt like she couldn’t breathe most days. “Be-Before I make a decision…can I ask you a question?” As Suzuri released her, the wolf majyuu turned to face her. “Why does Y.T. want information from me? What is he actually after?” she asked, her voice soft, “I…don’t know if I have anything that could help with whatever he’s after, or what you two are after…b-but I’d like to help in any way that I can…” Turquoise eyes looked down at the slender palms that were offered to her. If she accepted, the wolf would risk so much, including their lives, and if she didn’t…then it ends here. A glimmer of hope spurred to life and before she knew it her hands were in Suzuri. “I-I’ll…leave with you but…but only if I get to help you and Y.T. out first,” she said softly while keeping her gaze away from the other. Suddenly, a hungry stomach growl came from the majyuu’s and her face turned scarlet. The pancake must’ve made her hungrier than she thought. Something cooked tasted awfully better than something warmed up instantly or from a can. “I-I’m so sorry! I guess…those lovely pancakes made me hungry,” her voice was quiet as she gently rubbed the back of her head. |
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| Suzuri | Jul 23 2017, 07:22 AM Post #10 |
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‘Are we really better than the ones waiting for you downstairs? I wonder.’ Suzuri looked down at her hands. Peddler of hope. Her wares might be sham, their price too high. How cruel was it, to gamble someone’s last hope? But without the gamble there might’ve been no hope. For now, they were bound together. “Whatever you choose,” the girl with the beaded hair said, measuring her words, “don’t catch feelings for Y.T.. He’s…different.” She winced a bit. It seemed ridiculous to worry about this when armed men could burst out of the lift door at any moment. But the detective had been mildly popular with the ladies visiting the host club. More importantly, situations of abuse tended to screw up one’s compass regarding decent human behavior, and she didn’t want for this girl to be hurt even more. ‘How do I suspect she’s been abused?’ A cobweb of frost pressed down on her chest. Was the right information trickling down from Y.T., in order to make her say the things that he wanted her to? “You know how some birds collect shiny objects? That’s Y.T. with information. Most recently, he’s been engulfed in the Ripper murders like a kid in a candy pile.” The girl’s eyes rolled like exasperated pralines. “Caught some of the culprits, even though…I don’t think he cares that much about that part.” Her smile faded. “Mainly copycats. Apparently having a local serial killer creates a nice spot to dump the bodies. I’m thinking he might suspect you might know a clue, although…to be fair…Your case is pretty difficult on its own.” Her lips trembled. She hated Y.T. for being happy about that. Her hands grasped the ones of the wolf-girl, tight. Now they were bound together, whatever may come. Hunger made itself noticed. The other girl turned beet red. Suzuri’s hand rose, stopped halfway through a gesture, and lowered to grasp her elbow instead. Her reflex had been to, just as the other did, reach out for the back of her head. Perhaps, if you removed the suffering, they might be very similar? “Let’s see what’s in the kitchen.” Suzuri said softly. As she dragged the other back through the door, the travelling painter felt a blow to the head. She fell to her knees. The patterned tiles dissolved in front of her eyes, and her aura burst out like a whitewater creek, the kind that plays tennis with boulders. Her hand shot to her pocket for her war fan. There was nobody there. “Bloody hell.” She gasped. Her aura ached, like blood rushing to a limb that had been cut off from circulation. Without warning (why was she even expecting it anymore?), Y.T. had returned all her energy, and then some. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She stepped back, nearly tripping over the coffee table and the couch. For the next few minutes, the girl would anxiously keep her distance from Little Wolf unless necessary. She punched the couch. “Aand now he’s gone again.” Y.T. was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes darted hopelessly around. Door. Right. Suzuri turned the lock, placed the bolt, and added a bell on a string for good measure – a shockingly low-tech system to warn her if all else failed. Kitchen. That way. White, smooth cupboards merged into the walls. Smell of cinnamon hung over the veined marble counters. Suzuri opened the fridge, and a drawer. Leftover chicken. Potatoes. A thick slab of bacon. Several types of cheese. Eggs. An onion. A drawer full of spices. Bread. Cakes, with exotic flowers made of chocolate arching over their surface. “Do you like hashbrowns?” Suzuri asked the other woman, absently twirling a teaspoon between her fingers. As a travelling painter, the girl’s idea of ‘cooking’ most often involved a half-burnt rabbit over a campfire, with mountain asparagus if she got lucky with foraging. “We could make them quickly if we work together. If you could dice up the potatoes and cut the chicken, I’ll deal with the onion and bacon and…” Suzuri started grating the cheese. She liked hashbrowns because you could add largely anything to the recipe, and it was difficult to screw it up. Her teeth clenched around a sliver of cheese that she couldn’t wait to taste. She hesitated a bit. “I just realized that this place might be a false advertisement. We’re not actually filthy rich.” Her fingers tapped on the grater and turned, unconsciously, to the nape of her neck. “Actually…Before coming to this city, I didn’t even realize that some people change their clothes every day.” She laughed awkwardly. City-dwellers would have hated her way of travelling the wilderness, but it made her feel free. “The owner was very kind to let us stay, dinner included, after Y.T. uncovered what happened to her sister.” Her voice lowered for a moment, before rising back up. “The important thing is, it’s fairly safe.” It had been really kind of that actress, Suzuri thought. She hadn’t even been employing Y.T., and besides, she’ll probably need money for the lawsuit against the murderers. Right. ‘Potatoes should go first.’ Suzuri wondered if the actress knew about gift economies. Gradually, everything got added to the sizzling pan. Suzuri cracked two eggs on top, and raided the kitchen for a spatula. “From my understanding. There are several issues to tackle.” She intently watched the spatula as she rolled the mixture in the large frying pan. Skewering or stewing were cooking methods for the outdoors, but cooking oil was a mysterious substance to the girl. The girl asked Little Wolf whether she’d like to make some tea while she watched the pan. “First, painkillers. What exactly is the stuff you need? How much time do you have before withdrawal kicks in? Secondly…I’ve got a feeling that there’s more to it, isn’t it?” Suzuri hesitated. “An injury of some sort?” The vibes she was getting from Y.T. weren’t clear. Bloody detective. “Third…Your aura. Do you know how it was sealed?” A chill passed down her neck. Sometimes you meet people that end up taking the road you hadn’t. Suzuri had had the option to have her aura sealed, a while ago. She’d chosen not to, because Y.T. would have died. Little Wolf didn’t have a choice. But if Suzuri had chosen the seal, would she have ended up the same? “Fourth.” Her voice was unsteady. “I hate having to scratch painful memories, but it could be vital. At some point, they’ll be coming after you. Do you have any clue about how they managed to catch the other girl?” As Little Wolf’s story went on, Suzuri became increasingly tense. Oil splattered from the frying pan onto her hand, but she didn’t feel it, and her hand clenched on the spatula as if it was a weapon. “There’s only one person I know who could deal with this.” She forced herself to speak. “He’s an expert in Nen and pain management.” Her voice twisted oddly. Suzuri looked frightened, to the point that she might burst into laughter. “He’s not a nice person. He’s dangerous. But he’s saved my life with masterwork surgery, and I have his number.” |
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