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ANTHOLOGY
Loyalty – Shingi
VI
Written by Dragenruler
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Snikee!
It was a melodramatic dayspring. Inflamed auroras combatively glissaded in multifarious forms, ameliorating the daybreak of Tokyo. It was the most tantalizing element of the day. The endless incited cardinal colours tempestuously palpitated when the day commenced. The flamboyant semblance altercated against the aphotic clouds, enshrouding most of Shinjuku.
It was revivifying. The unprecedented artistry of nature was salient against the neoteric architecture of the spasmodic Tokyo metropolis. A tired giggle escaped from her as she passionately contemplated the memorable scenery. Her gaze rapidly analysed the imposing buildings that surrounded her, firmly clenching her left eye shut as the wind imperceptibly tumbled against her.
She fumblingly shuffled closer towards the balustrade that enclosed the roof, ineptly vacillating against the railings as she swiftly tugged at her backpack. Her eyes rapidly dilated, slightly widening as she ogled at the irresolute sky, fabricating an apocryphal Shinjuku. Crudely yawning as she nimbly culled an antique SLR camera, unconsciously acclimatizing the lens as she promptly replaced the film.
A tiny smile cavorted on her lips as she haltingly lifted the elegantly designed device, vivaciously scrutinized the ostentatious panorama through the viewfinder. Early mornings were more covetable when the sky was disarranged with golden clouds. The symmetrical colouration of dawn would fastidiously dissolve amidst the clouds as the sun rose. It was natural perfection.
Her facial features promptly enlivened as she swiftly secured a varied amount of effervescent depictions of the eloquent scenery. It was a rare occurrence, her disordered schedule sparsely allowed her to further dabble in Photography. Becoming a proficient artisan had always been her vocation since childhood. She always predominated on the most onerous composition techniques of painting and sketching.
She deftly insufflated as she gradually shifted the viewfinder aside, ineptly fixated as she languidly rectified the lenses. She impetuously swerved the camera sideways, rapidly securing more depictions of the theatrical dawn in various angles. Her head slightly slanted sideways, her jowls achingly throbbed as she simpered.
It was alleviating, being able to witness and seize such artistry on various formats. A flimsy frown gradually devoured her mirthful expression as her amicable thoughts promptly altered. An affable sigh escaped from her as her physique reclined towards the balustrade, stiffly leaning against the metal. A striving artist had many pecuniary obstacles amongst other issues…
Her head indolently lolled sideways as she forcibly chortled, short black-coloured tresses saliently trounced against her skin as the wind whisked across the building, sideswiping her physique. She was struggling… She was not a notorious artist and her artwork was constantly disesteemed by various galleries in Tokyo. Her talent and degree bluntly disregarded.
She tediously swallowed; continuously blinking as she falteringly shook her head. No… She was talented; she mutely idealized, shyly simpering. Her petite physique slightly shifted against the bitter metal as she slanted the camera downwards, unconsciously pacifying her tautened shoulders. Someday she will prove her own negativity and family incorrect. Her talents were important…
It was not an impractical illusion!
She dejectedly heaved a few tresses from her itinerant gaze, lazily lolling her head sideways as she tawdrily sighed. Her gaze gradually shifted downwards, contemplating capturing depictions of a reticent Shinjuku from an aloft position. It could make a beautiful sketch… Her posture immediately stiffened, her visage contorted with confusion as her head unconsciously detruded forward.
It was anomalistic. This sector of Shinjuku was routinely uninhabited during dawn… She had been reconnoitring the location for days to find a suitable building to trespass on for pictures. Her eyebrows hoisted across her forehead as she hastily lifted the camera, cautiously analysing the incredulous activity through the viewfinder.
A jovial smile compassed across her visage as she rapidly secured multiple depictions of the enigmatic encounter. It seemed hazardous and it was intoxicating… An irregular mixture of stimulations; her pulse instantly hastened as various forms of arousal invaded her senses as she scrutinized the four distinct figures.
They seemed intrepid, menacing. It instantly enthralled her. Intuitively she immediately distinguished the leader between the four, his impeccable physique elegantly shifted through the tiny street as he lithely settled a lit cigarette between his lips. Two of the figures facilely followed their boss, their cerise-coloured hair rashly opposed against the obscure alleys of Shinjuku.
Illegal yakuza negotiations, she casually thought… She impulsively moved across the balustrade her upper-body visibly protruding from the side of the building, rapidly trying to capture accurate evidence of the encounter. The fourth figure silently stood, his head bowed cynically his short dark hair concealed his eyes. Her teeth firmly clamped onto her bottom lip as she ogled at the leader, her eyes dilated as her breathing instantly fluctuated.
She unconsciously lowered her hands, her eyebrows furrowed in repudiate as her arms flaccidly plummeted to her sides. Her vice on the camera slackened, swiftly tumbling towards the cold concrete of the street. The antique fragmented as it collided with the ground, thoroughly destroyed. Shit…
Slate-grey coloured eyes taunted her; a smirk cavorted on a statuesque visage as the portentous figure briskly evaluated her perturbed, aroused physique. A sterling revolver was firmly aimed at the bowing head of the man, who appeared utterly defeated and anticipated the execution. His haunting gaze was penetrating and she refused to deflect it as he ethereally tugged at the trigger.
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Bony knuckles leisurely obliterated droplets of sweat from her forehead, inadvertently bedaubing prismatic colours across her visage. Her petite physique unconsciously reclined towards the ineffective fan. The summer swelter was overwhelming in her tiny hovel of an apartment but she prohibited herself to leave even with the recent eviction notice.
Her head slumped sideways, nimbly yanking her short tresses into slipshod ponytail desperately trying to confine her chaotic locks. She securely bit onto the stub of the paintbrush as she gawked at the hoary edges of the canvas, analysing the theatrical colours that concealed the centre. Graphic crimson and black splattered against the canvas, evidently illustrating that incident in Shinjuku.
It plagued her thoughts. A week ago… Her composed figure rapidly quivered, her shoulders shifting backwards as she lazily extracted the paintbrush from her mouth. The imminent sensation of danger, arousal immediately infiltrated her senses as she recollected the details. Those eyes…
A frown adorned her facial features, promptly shaking her head as her stomach coiled. It was not normal, the satisfying emotions she derived from the heinous act. The paintbrush swiftly escaped from her grip, plummeting into a metal box. It encouraged and influenced her creativity, her recent work have been prodigiously reputable. It was unnerving how much it intrigued her.
She sighed softly, scrutinizing the tiny two-room apartment. The kitchen was concealed by a traditional room divider as the door by the broken oven led to minuscule bathroom. It was methodically organized. Her completed artworks neatly assembled in rows against the wall, beside the cabinet that contained her futon.
Hisana leisurely propelled herself forward, compelling sensation back into her legs as she calmly stood. She needed to prepare her appearance, a prospective buyer of her art was scheduled to meet with her today and she refused to be seen so scantily dressed and braless. Her white translucent shirt adhered to her skin as she nonchalantly stretched.
Her gaze immediately veered towards the genkan as amiable whacks resonated throughout the hovel. A silent curse escaped from her, sighing slowly as she contemplated on how promptly she could dress. She hurriedly shook her head, instantly abjuring the foolish idea. Hisana subtly yawned as she shuffled towards the door as another set of whacks echoed.
Her feet hauled across the floorboards as she treaded into the genkan, swiftly unbolting the door. An artificial smile adorned her features as she gradually opened the door. Gaunt fingers harrowed through her trussed locks as she squinted through the fissure, her posture congealed as she timorously wobbled backwards.
Those engrossing eyes…
The door swiftly swerved open, steadily revealing the physique of a viperously beguiling man with those arousing slate-grey coloured eyes. A delicate moan emanated from her as she meticulously scrutinized his figure. Perilously ensnaring her thoughts… This was not normal, the consuming sensation of arousal that infiltrated her system.
She tediously swallowed as the enchanting man promptly entered her apartment, gracefully securing her as he pushed the door closed. His impassive gaze penetrated her, igniting her already fiery pulse. His business attire satisfactorily embraced his hefty physique as long black tresses lavishly cascaded across his shoulders, strengthening the intensity of his gaze.
"Kuchiki Byakuya…" A dark, sonorous voice articulated as those enthralling eyes swiftly wandered towards her palpable protruding breasts before travelling back towards her visage, teasingly smirking at her petrified expression. He nimbly strode towards her, forcing her further into the apartment. "I am acquiring information on your art."
"Anata wa watashi o korosu tsumoridesu." Her posture slumped as she dejectedly exhaled; an indignant frown adorned her visage. She deliberately bowed her head, sceptically peeking at him as her gaze deviated towards her incomplete painting. She tediously swallowed as she sluggishly lifted her skittish gaze back towards him.
A nefarious chuckle fiercely resonated throughout the room as the grin embellishing his visage intensified, lithe fingers swiftly wriggled into his pocket obtruding a cigarette. Frivolously igniting the tiny stick as he subtly inhaled, smoke provocatively wafted from between his thin lips. His gaze permeating… "No."
"Then leave now before I call the police, yakuza." Hisana haltingly whispered, irascibly scowling at his stoical posture as he nimbly strutted closer. Her stomach coiled in abashment as she ogled at his avaricious gaze. This was dangerous… She repudiated the sensations, and refused to acknowledge them as he culled the cigarette from his lips, expeditiously seizing her waist.
Robust hands brutally impelled her against the wall; his hefty physique instantly overwhelmed her as his enthralling slate-grey eyes converged closer. Thin lips entrancingly skittered across her cheek, swiftly enshrouding her ear as lissom fingers daintily ascended up her body, tenderly caressing her skin. Her breath immediately dithered, unconsciously moaning as a scathing pain engrossed her senses. The cigarette searing her back…
"Listen little girl." Hisana inclined her head backwards as staunch hands securely enclosed around her throat, deftly delimitating her breathing. "Don't tantalize me. I can effortlessly kill you." His grip instantly tightened around her neck. "Now…" He skilfully teased her ear, firmly nibbling on the lobe. "I have a proposition… I own a gallery and I want to exhibit your art."
She swallowed breathlessly, desperately clasping her fingers firmly around his arm as she fiercely clawed at his skin. Her eyes unconsciously closed as he crudely fondled her ear, her dainty physique quivered in his embrace. "Why…" She muttered, arduously gasping for air as her body flimsily dangled against the wall.
"Because you like it."
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"Arigatō…" It was indistinguishable; her obsequious voice unobtrusively resonated throughout the neoteric architecture of the spacious office. Achromous walls daringly immured her, swiftly imprisoning her. She cautiously swallowed; her petite physique slightly lurched forward as she decorously bowed. "I really appreciate what you have done for me these past few weeks, Kuchiki-san."
It was an omnipotent name; Kuchiki… They were an elite, noble family whose regal heritage emanated from before the Feudal era. The internet had an abundance of information on the man and his illustrious family, from blethering words and business calendar shots to his political advancements and the speculated 'head' of a yakuza organisation. It was daunting how the information seemed refitted.
The ardent fragrance of those cigarettes instantly infested the atmosphere, an evanescent shiver swiftly jolted through her physique as she shyly titled her head. The ambiguity of this gathering made her hesitant… Their usual meetings for the art gallery were fleeting and professional. She hesitantly swallowed, gradually glancing at the spacious office once more.
This was dangerous… She sceptically thought compelling her anxious smile as she discreetly gyrated her fingers against the tiny blemishes scattered across her back from those cigarettes of his. That morning was seared into her memory. She slyly blinked, wearily swallowing as her stomach unnaturally fluttered.
It was wrong. It was a violation of societal norms to experience extreme delectation through abhorrent deeds… Causing and receiving such torture was fierce. Hisana timidly tugged a loose lock of hair behind her ear, firmly biting into her lip as those slate-grey colours eyes fixated on her skittish behaviour. A teasing smirk cavorted on his visage.
"Kanō. Leave." The cigarette dilatorily dangled from between his lips, agilely exhaling billows of smoke as he tenuously sauntered towards her aroused physique. Those slate-grey coloured eyes swiftly analysed her stimulated figure as the sturdy bodyguard respectively departed. Hisana shyly lowered her gaze as the door slid closed, incarcerating her with sin.
He was a murderer… She relentlessly contrived the fact into her thoughts as she fixated onto his stifled footfalls. It was futile; it only made him seem more provocative. Everything was abstruse, and she preferred it. Nimble fingers delicately caressed through her loose tresses, a subdued groan escaped from her as his grip instantly tightened, ruthlessly heaving her head backwards flaunting her neck.
The fervid incense of scorched skin swiftly infiltrated her ebbing senses, heartily cursing at the scathing pain that devoured the receptors at the back of her neck. Her slender hands unwittingly slithered across his arms, clawing towards his shoulders as he firmly creased the cigarette against her peerless skin.
Thin lips subtly skimmed across her bared shoulder, sweltering breath rapidly ruffled against her calescent skin as his hands swiftly writhed underneath her skirt. He heedlessly stowed ardent kisses across her collarbone, gradually drifting his tongue towards her mouth. His fingers gratingly battered against the healing burns on her back as he ferociously jerked her closer.
A vociferous shrilly clatter echoed throughout the spacious office, her palm incisive against his cheek as his visage immediately whisked away in bewilderment. The atmosphere instantly became unpredictable as she indescribably gawked at his expression. Her gaunt fingers dilatorily caressed against his stinging cheek, slowly trudging into his long dark tresses as she stiffly seized his hair.
Her visage contorted as her chest commoved with laughter, nimbly hauling his physique securely against hers. She briskly plied against him, traversing her tongue through his mouth as her grip tightened. Potent hands expeditiously wreathed around her neck, rigidly constricting her airway as she enmeshed her legs around his waist.
Crap… She writhed against him, breathlessly groaning as he barbarically impelled her physique against the wall, mercilessly overwhelming her mouth. He relentlessly wrenched her skirt from her hips, swiftly penetrating her underneath her panties. Hisana promptly moaned, unconsciously yanking at his pants as she gradually shifted against his permeating fingers. Oh fuck…
"Are we in a relationship?"
Her recent behaviour… She flushed, naively eluding his trenchant gaze as she prudently shifted closer. It was such a menacing sensation, the dishonourable arousal that infiltrated her nerves as he inflicted abusing torment. She unconsciously pouted in discomfort, promptly sighing as her stomach rapidly coiled with displeasure.
It was peculiar. She yawned, exhaustedly lolling her head desperately trying to ignore the fatigue as lithe fingers swiftly grazed against her scathing skin. Her skin mottled in bruising colours as droplets of blood smeared across her nude behind. A hissing moan emanated from her as her blood trickled onto the garish futon, dramatically forcing her face into the uncomfortable pillow.
A meagre giggle escaped from her, delicately taunting her bare shoulder with fierce nibbles as he calmly fondled her skin with his tongue. She immediately nudged her giggling visage above the pillow, lewdly ogling at those slate-grey coloured eyes. Deft fingers harshly groped at her lacerated hips, tarnishing her skin as he hauled her exhausted frame above him.
"We've been doing this a lot recently Byakuya-sama…" She murmured, drowsily stabilizing her trembling figure as she cautiously bowed her head, lazily sprawling kisses across his chest. Her fingers agilely slithered downwards, steadily grasping onto him as she adamantly settled on top of him. Shyly smiling as she suggestively exposed her battered body, tarnishing his skin with her blood.
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"Byakuya-sama…" She murmured, discreetly scrutinising his swerving movement as he methodically shifted throughout the luxurious bedroom. It was a phlegmatic environment, neutral colours impeccably encompassed the entire room and she astonishingly adored the detached colouration.
"Yes Hisana?" Her physique noticeably trembled, routinely shuffling underneath the extravagant duvet as she concealed herself with the silk. She unconsciously smiled; his usual indifferent gaze softened as he expectantly stared at her laughing features. He was so elegant, she mused, admirably appreciating his handsome features.
She curled further into the spacious bed, lolling her head sideways as she engrossingly pondered on relentless thoughts. Hisana firmly nipped at her bottom lip, shyly shielding her gaze as subdued footfalls resonated throughout the vast bedroom. He tiredly sauntered towards her, casually nudging her legs further across the bed as he firmly situated beside her. "Sorehanandesuka?"
She swallowed tediously, eluding his penetrating gaze as he thoughtlessly shuffled closer towards her. It was confounding, and she truly was unable to comprehend the logic behind the stimulation but she desperately required it. She automatically reached forward, promptly grasping onto his tie and slowly unravelled the entwined material. "I want to know about your actual work in Japan's underworld as a leader."
"Why?" He alluringly whispered, swiftly analysing her hesitant quirks as she charmingly tried to flee from his gaze. Hisana delicately exhaled, forcing her wavering gaze towards his smirking visage. He was such an anomaly, she thought, lovingly smiling as she tugged the crimson-coloured tie from his neck, swiftly kissing his stubble.
"Because I like it…"
"Renji! High-Five!" She chortled, casually dipping her head sideways as she bunglingly hoisted her hand into the air. Hisana sanguinely waggled her fingers as she trustingly sauntered closer. Her posture instantly became austere, sullenly pouting as she fixated on his recalcitrant figure. Renji always reciprocated her high-five.
Something was amiss. A vexing scowl immediately compassed across her visage, her hand obtusely shrivelled towards her side. It was exhilarating, the irregular mixture of arousal that infiltrated her senses. The vicinity ominously emanated his portending presence, forcing a delicate smile onto her features.
It was a stygian, starless night. The effulgent lights of Tokyo endlessly scintillated in mottled silhouettes, garishly shrouding the obscurity of the night with fraudulent stars. It was a calculated splendour, subtly fabricated as notorious specialized clusters of businesses embedded the red-light district.
Her gaze swiftly scrutinized the extensive premises; her high-heels airily thudded against the congealed terrain as she discreetly ambled closer towards the isolated warehouses. She promptly pondered on the incessant implications, habitually hauling a few straightened tresses behind her ear. It was preposterous.
A territory disarrayed with licentious people… Only the scum of Tokyo prevailed here, a utopia for the evil. "Byakuya-sama pulled me from an important function to bring me here, why?" She delicately inquired, flippantly drumming her fingers against her hip as she unconsciously abraded at the modish silk of the dress.
It was delimited information she obtained, and utterly inessential. Byakuya has been impartial on his felonious obligations as a Yakuza leader, and his syndicates… They were an incomparable authority that monopolized various territories throughout Japan. Byakuya prohibited her more familiarity on his legal organisations. He had provided her with some of his trust.
A delicate smile adorned her facial features, her composed figure rapidly quivered as she anxiously shifted towards the capacious clusters of the vacated storage units. Fanaticism rousingly simmered throughout her physique, the imminent sensation of instability swiftly violated the thrilling atmosphere.
"Kuchiki-sama is waiting for you inside." It was thoroughly iniquitous… It was perplexing, how gratifying the debilitating sensation seemed. Hisana timidly fondled at her ear, emphatically assaying his implacable posture as he dubiously gesticulated her to commodiously stalk him further into the shadows. Her petite physique throbbed in titillation, devotedly smiling as she vivaciously bowed her head.
It was chimerically romantic.
She leniently moseyed behind his ambulating figure. It was a diverging familiarity… Her chest seethed with stimulation, her features enlivened as she deftly insufflated. The invigoration was intoxicating and disquieting, it was erotic. Hisana ponderously swallowed, it was a necessitous incentive. She prohibited the abdication of his adrenalizing significance.
It was aberrant, and she was unable to survive without the protracted torture. The indulging torment was an ignominious affair. He felicitously ushered her into a vacated storage unit. The stannic door promptly imprisoned her, enshrouding her with tenebrosity. A befuddled frown adorned her visage as the bitter darkness swiftly engrossed her cognitive.
"Hisana…" The redolence of piquant cigarettes instantly insinuated her senses. It was provocatively overwhelming. A salacious moan shyly stuttered from her lips, her breath dithered as nimble fingers ruthlessly victimized her exposed skin, viciously contusing her arms. Her composed physique swiftly vaulted forward, torrid sensations callously abraded her neck as she unwittingly slithered closer.
Meretricious refulgence abruptly ensconced the room, destituting her vision. Sweltering breath rapidly ruffled against her algid skin, vehement kisses vigorously marred her lips. He impetuously obtruded his sultry tongue against her ear, encasing the tiny appendage. "Byakuya-sama…" She alluringly murmured.
That enamoured gaze… Her gaunt fingers proficiently glissaded across his sturdy figure, valiantly fondling as she leisurely traipsed her lithe hands into his trussed tresses, promptly ravelling the tied locks. Hisana brusquely heaved his physique steadily against hers. She delicately kissed his scorching skin, devotedly ogling at him.
"You look delightful." He enthrallingly murmured; those magnetizing eyes amiably descried her florid raiment as he tauntingly grinned. His robust fingers swiftly entwined with her straightened tresses, vigorously kissing her. "I should pamper you more." He precipitously relinquished her physique, fraudulently smirking. He hustled her further into the adumbrating light. "I've got a surprise for you…"
It was macabrely wan. Achromous textiles lacquered the ingot enclosure, dissembling the devised metallic receptacle. Her scuffling figure startlingly quivered as the inscrutable atmosphere exacerbated. Her heels cohered against the flimsy gossamer as Byakuya dexterously escorted her further into the staggering gleams of light.
She demurely glimpsed at his satiated visage, assiduously trying to elucidate the anomalous situation. Her stomach rapidly coiled, an inaccessible malodour instantly pulsated throughout the atmosphere. The dazzling lights gradually dimmed, divulging her largesse. Her ambling figure nonsensically halted, her eyes rapidly dilating as her physique stiffened. "Byakuya-sama… Nani ga okite iru no?"
Stygian variegated crimson stippled the ground, maculating the pallid enamelled enclosure. A perplexed frown adorned her visage; her gaze rapidly hurdled across the blood bejewelled prison. The fetor of iron assailed her senses, bewilderingly moaning as lithe fingers dandled across her ass. "You like your surprise?"
Hisana cumbrously swallowed, furrowing her eyebrows as she stably seized Byakuya's sleeve. A tremendous amount of blood incrusted the storage unit. Spoors of crimson fleetly convolutedly wept, bloody tears exuding from truncated digits. A mangled figure wilted from the ceiling, a deteriorating fetter incised into his exposed skin, suspending him. His lacerated face lolled sideways, insensible eyes fixated on her.
It was repulsively stupefying. Charred flesh sorely flayed from his chest and arms, blood disgorging from harrowing lesions that strewed across his skin. His features contorted as his mutilated physique lurched against his bindings. Hisana faintly chortled, diffidently shaking her head. She casually shifted closer towards Byakuya.
"Who is he?"
"A former employee…" His sonorous voice inauspiciously articulated, adept fingers ably meandered into his suit, dexterously procured and manifested that sterling pistol. "He has been disclosing profitable information to a rivalling operation…" He cogently paused, compelling the hefty weapon into her hands.
"They have been devising my downfall… I do not tolerate perfidy." Byakuya satirically chuckled, fleetly transposing behind her physique. Potent hands artistically dandled across her arms, her algid skin achingly throbbed as he leisurely hoisted the sterling pistol in front of her. Fervid kissed adroitly grazed her neck, entrancingly whispering. "They were planning to use you against me, violate and taint you… Rape you."
She unwieldy swallowed, dilatorily reclining her head against his shoulders. "Byakuya-sama… Why am I here then?" Lissom fingers facilely entwined with hers, deftly cocking the hammer of the sterling pistol. "Why have you not killed him yet?" Hisana breathed, glimpsing towards the disfigured man as she swiftly veered closer into his enfolding grasp.
"Because you asked to know…" Her stomach rapidly coiled, her heels buoyantly palpated against the floor. She desperately tried to ensconce her enhancing smile, he was granting her entry… Hisana silently giggled, bestowing her with the opportunity to fully comprehend who he is. She'd be a discerning and an influential member to all sectors of his life.
Almost like a wife… Her physique festered with stimulation, joviality simmered inside of her as he airily assisted her, aiming the glistening weapon towards the stoical man. The sensation was ineffable. She ponderously swallowed, it was hazardously intoxicating. "I thought it was fitting that you help me exterminate him…"
The ostentatious pistol felt cumbersome in her taut clasp, lolling her head sideways as he nudged her finger onto the blistering trigger. Her heart recklessly throbbed; salacious enthusiasm ravaged her thoughts as his scorching warmth penetrated her prickling skin. He made her desires into aberrant sensations; he fulfilled her fervid emotions…
Hisana gradually nodded, exultantly giggling as he heaved her firmly against his sturdy physique. The flagrant incense of piquant cigarettes promptly engrossed her senses, overwhelming her entirely. She faintly giggled, his hefty hips lazily impelled against her. Her breath instantly dithered as nimble fingers tugged at hers, effectively discharging the weapon.
The rambunctious echo vehemently raptured, instantly enshrouding the room. Silence gradually insinuated into the spacious storage unit, absorbing them both. It was dismaying and rebelliously beguiling as the man lifelessly slumped against the fetter. Crimson rapidly strewed from his mutilated visage, scraps of flesh mottled against the walls…
Fuck… She needed him.
Her tiny physique methodically stumbled across the luxurious kitchen, delicately stroking deformed figures across the marble counters as she swiftly retrieved various utensils. Faintly humming as she shyly smiled, lazily shaking her head as she mumbled the lyrics to a recent trendy song. She thoughtlessly tugged a few loose tresses behind her ear, awkwardly swaying her hips to the random tune.
"I should come home earlier more often…" His melodious chuckle instantly assaulted her senses, her rollicking movement faltered as she shyly flushed in humiliation. She wistfully sighed, shyly smiling as she timidly peered towards his amused features. Hisana awkwardly giggled, swiftly retrieving the knife as her attention instantly diverted back towards the food.
"What are you doing home so early…?" She deftly minced the onions, carefully nudging the sliced tako into the scalding pan. "Dinner should be ready soon if you want to join me." Hisana hesitantly peered towards his reticent figure, casually combining the onions and tako. She airily stirred, tentatively analysing his stoical posture as his gaze fixated onto various sketches littered across the counter. "Byakuya-sama, what-"
"Are these your new works? They are childishly frivolous." Hisana frowned in bewilderment, swiftly wiping her hands against a dishcloth as she lowered the heat on the stove. She instantly hauled a few tresses behind her ear as she shifted towards Byakuya, meticulously analysing the various figures depicted on the paper.
"That's because these are for a child. These are for my nephew." Hisana fleetly kissed his jaw, heartily grinning as she fixated onto the prismatic ink that enamelled across the papers. "My sister is redecorating his room and she asked me create some sketches for her. I do not mind doing it; I have some free time between your gallery and painting."
"You have a sister?" Hisana blithely nodded, swiftly kissing him again before scuffling back towards the frying tako. She tactfully reclaimed the chopsticks, gently whirling the simmering food as she nonchalantly shifted her body, glancing towards him as she laughed. "Yeah, she lives here in Tokyo with her husband."
A frown bafflingly adorned her visage, her graceful movement instantly halted as his indignant gaze fiercely permeated through her. Her eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as she languidly blinked. "Is something wrong Byakuya-sama?" She cautiously asked, slightly trembling in uncertainty as his scowl intensified.
"It is unacceptable." Hisana vigilantly crossed her arms, glowering as Byakuya immediately retrieved his phone. "If you want this to work then sever your familial ties now." The thin phone protruded from his hand as he presented it to her. "I am the only one allowed to be in your life, accept that now or leave immediately."
She loved him…
She was thoroughly captivated. She wearily swallowed; exhaustedly sighing as she lazily lounged beside his dormant physique. He seemed angelic. Her drowsy gaze attentively evaluated his tranquil features, tenderly smiling as he unconsciously mumbled. A faint giggle emanated from her as she slumped against the decorative headboard.
Long tresses fortuitously tumbled across his amicable facial features, his bare chest quietly elevated as he inhaled. Hisana firmly bit onto her bottom lip as her eyebrows furrowed, hurriedly shifting her gaze between Byakuya and the sketchpad. Her fingers deftly etched his peaceful visage across the hoary-white paper.
It had become a recent hobby, filling her sketchpads with numerous depictions of his refined features. Hisana loved him… She cherished the distressing torment he inflicted, the biting lacerations and mottled blemishes. It became something that she desperately desired. She swallowed heavily, hesitantly shaking her head as her fingers glissaded across the ink.
It was destructive, their relationship and it was ambiguous and seductive. A faint giggle escaped from her as her gaze migrated back towards his tranquil features, her hands gradually halting. Her chest rapidly fluttered her stomach coiling as she shifted further down the bed, abandoning the sketchpad. She tiredly nestled against him, caressingly kissing his shoulder.
He made her happy… She smiled tiredly, gently delineating indistinguishable figures across his chest. He suddenly stirred, curling his body against her as his legs interlaced with hers. Her family would understand, wouldn't they? He was her future…
"Stop it…" It was indescribably domestic. Torrents of giggles enthusiastically erupted from her as her legs rebelliously fluctuated, lightly thumping her curling toes against him. Her hips lazily wriggled, harshly protruding into his cheek as he swiftly seized her faltering hand. Nimble fingers impulsively intertwined with long, dark tresses as he flashily bit at her hipbone.
Hisana merrily giggled, flashily yelping as he promptly shuffled her across his shoulder. She firmly bit onto her lip, desperately trying to stifle her intractable laughter. It was gratifying, his mischievous side. She swiftly closed her eyes, tenderly giggling as he heaved her closer. Forceful fingers attentively slithered across her ass, torrid air fluttered against her wrist. Scolding lips delicately teased at the skin.
She loved this… Gaunt fingers wickedly wriggled across his concealed back, entrancingly outlining his muscles as they deftly skittered into his pants. Hisana foolishly simpered, firmly grappling onto his ass. His grip on her hand instantly tightened, tauntingly nipping at her scathing wrist. "Byakuya-sama, it's just a tattoo."
It was infinitesimal… An immaterial matter, she only obtained the emblem because of him. Hisana calmly sighed; casually furrowing her eyebrows as she infirmly slouched forward, quaveringly colliding against his hefty physique. He vexingly provoked the delicate skin of her wrist. She vociferously giggled as he abruptly impelled her onto the lavish settee.
"I know…" Byakuya gruffly breathed, coltishly advertent as those beguiling slate-grey coloured eyes deliberately scrutinized her tousled appearance. His overwhelming gaze gradually halted onto her exposed wrist, the symmetrical contours impeccably interweaved against her blushing skin artistically fabricating a modulated insignia of the Kuchiki clan.
"It shows you belong to me…"
It was a theatrical spectacle, entrancingly corresponding to that morning. Instigated torrents of glistening cerise clouds undulated across the obfuscating-sky as the day gradually reconstructed into night. The penetrating sun bombastically adumbrated Shinjuku, delineating the ostentatious architecture.
It was captivating… A tiny smile lazily cavorted on her lips as she haltingly glimpsed through the sheltering window, rapidly analysing the stupefying scenery. A muffled grumble expeditiously ravaged the mollified atmosphere, her physique deftly jostled against the flocculent leather of the car. The grandiose architecture rapidly vacillated as the sumptuous automobile soared through the scuttling streets.
Irrefutable bliss, she drowsily pondered, indolently lolling her head sideways. It seemed like an inconceivable notion, yet. Her enervated gaze informally manoeuvred to the reticent escort Byakuya empowered her with, his stoical mien was rebarbative. Her gaze immediately relocated, acknowledging the insolence in her stare.
Byakuya-sama… A prodigious sensation spontaneously simmered within her chest, unwittingly giggling in delight as her stomach laughingly coiled. It was a cataclysmic of passions he unwittingly conjured inside of her, but their relationship was detrimental. Something she desperately craved.
He had a portentous demeanour. It was daunting how omnipotent he appeared, and she adored it. His lethality inveigled her. Her gaze migrated towards the rapidly transmogrified Shinjuku, timidly smiling as the meretricious colours deliquesced into the obscurity of night. It was enticing, an environmental memento of their morning.
It was a fortuitous encounter that generated a paradoxical ethnical turmoil of her mores and the prelude of their idiosyncratic relationship. The beginning of something incomprehensible, something extraordinary… She idly wreathed her gaunt fingers into her impeccably sleek trussed tresses, promptly ousting the bejewelled clasp.
Recently, both her and Byakuya's schedules were chaotic. The gallery was progressively accomplishing rare profitable feats and auctioning paintings expeditiously, and requisitioning all her focus. Byakuya-sama was working late again tonight. An empty apartment, she mutely pondered, furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.
Her exhausted gaze gradually shifted towards her wrist, adroitly trailing the symmetrically established lines of the tiny emblem. Her smile intensified as she idly fondled at the tender depiction. It was perfect… They were perfect. An empty home can certainly be filled with childlike laughter.
"Murata-san…" Hisana ambiguously murmured, languidly squinting as she immediately rectified her posture. She leisurely sighed; sedating her thoughts as she composedly redirected her focus onto the driver. An exasperated smile adorned her visage; her dark tresses erratically encased her features as she shuffled towards the posh door.
The door automatically and soundlessly unlocked, gradually swaying open. Hisana deferentially bowed, hunching her figure forward simultaneously protruding her physique from the car. Accordingly thanking the man, she swiftly departed from the car as she irksomely slammed the door shut.
Her gaze insufficiently scrutinized the grandiose premises; her high-heels airily thudded against the congealed lot as she inattentively ambled closer towards the door, indifferently disregarding the exorbitant cars that were scattered across the private garage. Hisana haltingly squinted, winsomely waving towards the ineffective security stationed by the gate.
She desperately wanted their snug bed.
Two rambunctious rumbles subsequently ruptured, grimly echoing. The excruciating clamour instantly enshrouded the spacious lot; the ferocious roar swiftly squelched the sedative ambience. The immediate sullenness seemed disconcerting; stifling heaves boisterously spumed from her as her chest onerously fluctuated.
This was not normal… Everything was imperceptible; hysteria swiftly invaded her thoughts as she hectically lolled her head sideways. Her physique rapidly convulsed, the scorching sensation intensified as she frantically tried to adjust her body. She incomprehensibly wailed, unable to distinguish her surroundings.
Everything was imperceptible. Her eyes automatically widened as her vision blurred. It was agonizing… She spasmodically bawled, frantically trying to scrabble away from this. It hurt… So much… Hisana hysterically heaved; the bilious metallic stench swiftly invaded her senses. The distinctive hue of blood perforated her obscured vision.
"Murata-san!" It was abnormally frosty… Anamorphic figures eerily consolidated as her distorted vision drooped, her convulsing physique progressively reposed. A harrowing screech capriciously escaped from her as a stringent clot swathed across her shoulder, tortuously constricting as another dulling pressure thrust against her stomach.
"Hisana, you need to calm down…" It was startlingly cold; her obscured gaze drowsily dawdled as the bitterness numbed her senses. Sweltering digits nudged across her skin, delicately caressing at her dishevelled tresses. "C'mon… Jus' 'spond to meh. Jus' sqee'ze meh han'." Red… So much red, she achingly thought, the reason seemed imponderable as the colour consumed her slated vision.
"She's not responding to physical stimuli…"
"-pierced through her shoulder and stomach…"
A muffled groan gradually tussled from her, her eyes drowsily lolling. Exhaustion instantly infiltrated her senses as she sluggishly tried to stir her impliable muscles. Her rheumatic movements instantly halted as a tormenting spasm jolted through her arising consciousness. Shit, it hurt.
"-hit her diaphragm and went through-"
Everything was obscured, a nebulous bitterness that enclosed her. A feathery sensation eerily slithered across her visage, her sinews tautly hauled together as she imperceptibly budged. Astringent lights promptly flickered on, an aching twinge incised through her head as her fluttering eyelashes concealed her scathing eyes.
"-her shoulder… The surgery repaired… damages… Blood loss-"
It hurt… She wearily swallowed, ponderously furrowing her eyebrows as the flagrant light intensified, dulling her senses as her head slouched against a sweltering warmth. The languor that exhausted her obscured thoughts steadily dissolved, reluctantly jiggling her toes as the miasma that enshrouded her vision dissipated.
"Recovery depends…The shoulder-therapy-, sling-"
She haltingly shifted; continuously blinking as she cautiously forced her eyes open. Fuck. She languidly groaned, vacillatingly shuffling her body upwards. Her vision momentarily waned, tears unconsciously convoluted across her cheeks as an excruciating throb barraged throughout her physique.
"Byakuya-sama…" She sporadically croaked her throat acridly arid. Her hoarse voice immediately shrivelled as she dissonantly coughed, onerously hunching sideways. What happened…? She vaguely pondered, bewilderment instantly adorned her visage as she ambiguously analysed the immaculate white walls.
"I'll retrieve Unohana-sensei, Kuchiki-san." Those enticing eyes and the familiar dull redolence of expensive cigarettes… It was agonizing, his diffident mien. A wistful smile gradually brightened her bleak features as she drowsily moistened her parched lips. She was in a hospital, something happened. His fault…?
No… It was not. She anticipated such circumstances. Her head idly lolled against the flocculent pillow, the posh tulle familiar against her skin. It was her pillow from home, contentedly smiling as he nonchalantly veered towards her. She snugly nestled against the sleek silk, sleepily fluttering her eyelashes as the obscurity consumed her mind once more.
"I love you Byakuya…"
"Arigatō, Renji…" A reddish hue immediately daubed across her physique, ineptly lowering her gaze away from his rapidly shifting figure. A lump of recently scrubbed panties securely fastened in his grip, fleetly propelling the underwear into a bag. He idly smiled, anxiously peering towards her wandering body. "But it's not necessary."
"Boss's orders…" A wistful frown immediately adorned her sullen features, dejectedly analysing his peculiarly eremitic behaviour. It was farcically absurd! Obstinate tears gradually assembled, obscuring her vision. She wasn't fucking stupid! It was agonizing; she promptly erased her tears as he obtusely relocated her personal belongings into the bag.
Two gunshot wounds, she dolefully mulled. Gaunt fingers delicately skimmed across her concealed stomach, the scabrous material prickled the sore skin. She languidly groaned; heedlessly hunching her figure as a harrowing throb coiled throughout her physique. Fuck it hurt. She firmly bit onto her lip, clenching her eyes shut as the pain intensified.
"Hey… You need to relax! C'mon, you took your pain meds right?" She dilatorily nodded, staggeringly exhaled. Hefty fingers bunglingly skittered across her back, scrupulously rectifying her figure. "Stay put, we're almost leaving… You got s'me serious injuries there." It was comical… How excruciating the situation appeared.
"Renji…" The delicate sound was scarcely audible, harrowingly clasping onto her swathed shoulder as she falteringly tarried. It was onerously poignant, the vexatious sensation biliously coiled. It was insufferable. This execrable torment was unparalleled. "Why has Byakuya-sama not visited me since I was shot?"
It was mesmerizing, the stygian night. Incandescent lights endlessly scintillated, lustrously fulgurated against the bleak sky. The effulgent lights of arrays of opulent Tokyo apartments cavorted, symmetrically amalgamating in mottled silhouettes, meretriciously enshrouding the obscurity of the night with spurious stars.
The calculated grandeur was thoroughly enthralling… It was an artificial perfection. The idiosyncratic coruscation saliently diffused the caliginosity, accentuating the Tokyo metropolis. The commodious spangled window aggrandized the beguiling city, glamorizing the wealth. A weary yawn escaped from her as she drowsily contemplated the tritely scenery.
Her gaze costively fragmentarily inspected the ostentatiously contrived buildings, indolently lolling her head sideways. Shot black-coloured tresses erratically tousled as gaunt fingers nonchalantly intertwined with the locks. Another petulant yawn escaped as she unwittingly shuffled towards the glimmering glass.
The redolence of piquant cigarettes instantly insinuated her senses. It was stimulating overwhelming. She stiffly leaned against the concealed glass, ditheringly reclining her marred physique as the fragrance exacerbated. Her palm quaveringly settled against the frigorific glass, meticulously spreading her fingers.
She tediously swallowed; continuously blinking as she falteringly grimaced. An unobtrusive tick tacitly reverberated throughout the spacious apartment. After midnight again, she morosely pondered as she haltingly shook her head. Her drowsy gaze gradually shifted downwards, contemplating his trenchant excuses.
She acerbically groaned; obstreperously hurled her shoulder against the ornamented glass as she fortuitously tottered. "Hisana?" Repressed footfalls airily infiltrated the atmosphere, an enshrouded figure subtly shifted through the tenebrosity. A cynical frown adorned her disheartened features as he phlegmatically discarded his luxurious coat.
"Why…?" She throatily uttered, overwhelmingly bowing her head as she strenuously ensconced herself by the window. Hisana gently swatted her head against the frigorific glass, warily lamenting as a torturous paroxysm instantly convulsed through her stomach. Fuck... She was stupid. Sweltering tears immediately spewed across her cheeks.
"Why now…?" She mutely sniffled, despondently embracing the acridity of the night. It was intolerable, allowing him to do this. They weren't perfect… They needed to talk; they needed to withstand this obstacle. Whatever she did, she would unremittingly plead for forgiveness. They just needed to mend this mess.
"Why are you doing this to me? Please inform me what I did wrong and let me fix this…" She discontinuously murmured, chaotically shaking her head against the algid glass. "Please let me fix this…" She mutely snivelled, abnegating deplorable state. Everything hurt… He just needed to acknowledge her again.
"I haven't seen you since before I was shot, six weeks ago…" Her words frantically slurred, her obscured gaze immediately veered towards her wrist. She was unable to comprehend why. Her eyes drowsily trailed the symmetrical lines, gradually consoling herself as she tediously swallowed. "Why…? I miss you- and this is agonizing, just inform me-"
"Let's end this…"
I want to be loved, but you don't seem to love me… I wander within that repetition. I found one answer; that even if I'm scared, even if I'm hurt I can say "I love you".
Do you love me? Or not love me?
As for things like that, it's already fine either way. No matter how I wish… There are many unchangeable things in this world, right?
That's right, and because only the fact of my loving you is the truth, unchangeable by anyone…
Shinjuku – Is a special ward located in Tokyo. It is a major commercial and administrative centre, also housing the Tokyo Government Building.
SLR – Single-Lens Reflex Camera
Anata wa watashi o korosu tsumoridesu – You're going to kill me.
Arigatō – Thank you
Sorehanandesuka? – What is it?
Tako – Octopus
Nani ga okite iru no – What is happening?
The Yakuza is considered like a family, the head as being the Head of the Family. Even though they are an illegal organisation, they are also are a legal one – in a sense - and have a strict moral code. – I can go on, but you guys don't want a lesson in Criminology that is for the next chapter -
A/N: MOTHERF-…. FOUR MONTHS! This took me four months to write, four months… Since early January I have been busy with THIS MOTHERF-. Yeah… Yeah… Between ending up homeless for almost two weeks, almost having an emotional breakdown and many more things… I wrote this piece of ####.
This took my blood, sweat and tears… Literally and I still do not particularly like this. I am too critical. But I really do hope you guys like this, even with my long-term absence (not by choice). You guys – my readers and reviewers – are THE MOST important people to me.
Note: Byakuya is not ending things because he is trying to protect her, just want to say that. He has other reasons, which is not guilt as well and ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN CHAPTER TWO! And I am continuously writing, even though it might take some time for an update.
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