Hey guys I'm back! ^^ If you're waiting for Joker then this is it! I've never played his route before and I've got very little info on him so I hope it's not too OOC. Also I've combined both Black and White, you will see why fufufu~! XD If it is OOC then DO REVIEW and let me know and I'll see what I can do :) Nevertheless, hope you will enjoy! Thanks to all who is still tuning in to this series and your generous reviews, you guys encourage me to continue and so this is dedicated to you ^^

And thank you horsewhisper3 for the delicious info to Joker's route and personality! Love it a appreciate it! 8D

PS. School is officially OVER! XD And this is the final piece before the original got deleted so you can be sure to look out more new oneshots on the next update! ^^ Once again, the ORIGINAL you-based one (which I prefer) will be on my DEVART profile under the same title and you can find the link on my FF profile ^^

Cheers~

Disclaimer: I do not own anything H/C/J/AnKnA except my story plots. Oh and the dialogue method is different but was inspired by Essence of Soup's fic called "The Devil's Confession", very nice story :)

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My Valentine Joker

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Clak! Clak! Clak!

The sound of her footsteps echoed noisily on the dull and hard stone-tiled floor as she ran, her light-blue apron dress drenched in perspiration. The Foreigner could hear her loud breaths beating down in her own ears; fast, ragged and scared little sounds in the sinister darkness that was slowly eating away her hopes bit by bit as she realised with dawning dread that everything was beginning to look the same no matter which direction her feet took her. Menacing shadows engulfed every nook and cranny in the dank room she was held in, brick walls equally unkind and pitiless surrounded her and the only feeble light in the room came from the row of square bar-ed windows that ran along the top length of the walls.

The girl now knew where she was and oh how she wished she was wrong. She had seen this place before except this one had no doors, no entrance she could exit…

No escape at all.

It was a prison cell. A cage specially made just for her.

One moment she was in the circus and the next, she found herself transported to this place; the very one place in Wonderland she knew shouldn't be in. She swallowed her fear down, her eyes nervously scanning for something, anything… or anyone…that would let her out.

Just then, out of the blues, she felt herself crash into a body and she stifled a surprised squeal before steadying her scrambled thoughts and legs. Her first instinct was relief, but any notion of getting help quickly vanished when strong fingers curled around her arms and a low, eerie chuckle was heard.

"Where do you think you're going, b****?"

Her eyes widened when she recognised that mocking tone of voice. It was unmistakable. Quickly, she pushed herself away, retreating as the figure emerged from the heavy shadows, revealing a man in a chief prison warden's attire accompanied with a ring of gold keys that jingled as it hung from his belt, all a testament to his identity. But what drew her eyes to most was that damn fetching face of his, his wine-red hair with two side-long bangs and matching red orbs, one hidden behind a black and gold decorated eye-patch, gleaming evilly at her in the dark while his mouth curved to a leering grin like always.

"Ah, ah, ah… were you trying to run away?"

Again, the new speaker was instantly identified. It was actually the same voice really, but its tone sounded contrastingly suave than crude. She turned her wide-eyed gaze to the source to see a lone red and black checkered cloth twirling in the air. It gave a dramatic flourish and the equally notorious and identical-looking ring master magically appeared from behind it.

"How naughty, you should know better." Swiping away the cloth and tilting his head daintily, his jester hat ominously tingled while his deceivingly gentle eyes smiled at her, his lips curving slyly as he wagged a disapproving finger. She felt her heart skipped a beat as the two Jokers sauntered idly towards her, Black on the left and flanked by White on her right.

This was bad, REALLY bad for the both to be here! She told herself as droplets of perspiration trickled down from her forehead. It was possible to handle one but two Jokers? Seriously? The girl shook her head edgily in denial as she slowly back-stepped to distance herself from them. But it wasn't just their presence that she was frustratingly trying to refuse, but more so of her emotions. She thought she felt fear for the Role-holders but now, she's not as sure anymore as her eyes unconsciously took in their slender, well-built and graceful form that reminded her of exotic, prowling wild cats...

But terror sure hit right in her gut when she felt her back meet a wall. Like a cornered prey, she looked and felt about and behind her in panic, and in vain, for a way out as she flattened herself against her dead-end whilst her predators approached. Suddenly, Black slammed a palm on the wall right beside the girl's head and she let out a weak, startled cry. As always, what the hell was his problem! She thought as she defiantly glared back at his dead, crimson eyes.

"Besides, you don't have anywhere else to f****ing go to, don't you? And those other a**h**** ain't gonna come for you this time." Resting his elbow onto the wall, the darker Joker taunted with a scowl as he leaned his body closer to her. Hastily, she tried to retort but her open mouth failed to form words and she frowned then, clenching her teeth. Still, the Jokers didn't have the right to hold her prisoner… did they? She did nothing wrong-

"You look lost my little pet." The other Joker interrupted with a concerned look, as if reading her mind as he leaned his hip lazily on her other side, effectively closing her in. "Of course your precious time belongs to us now since you lost the last game." White said as he caressed her pale cheek with the back of his hand, frowning in a strangely innocent and sympathetic way. But where Black's attitude usually boiled her blood, White's demeanour froze them in her very veins.

"This is what you get for doubting yourself so much on Valentine's Day." White Joker simply stated with an unrealistically understanding smile. "Tsk tsk… you're a sad little case aren't you? My dear Foreigner…"

She cringed at his words that seemed even harsher than Black's. Shaking her head roughly away from his hand, she bit down hard on your bottom lip and looked away from the both of them. They're just doing their role, she told herself. Using her insecurities against her was just how the Jokers played… and she fell for it. But in spite of knowing all that, she couldn't find the strength to reject them…

Because they were both right. It was all true.

"Heh... you came to us on your own accord so don't f***ing complain if you're not satisfied!" Black angrily bit out as he tipped his head up haughtily and his other hand moved to his hip while the girl flinched at his extra-loud vulgarity. Noticing her adverse reactions, White mediated, "My, my, the two of us against one of her, I'm sure it benefits the young lady somehow." The circus-dressed Joker cupped his chin as he scrutinized his captive thoughtfully and his prison counterpart nodded with a devilish smirk."The slut's practically begging for it, she's got 'maso' stamped on her forehead." Black agreed snidely, already liking the situation and she shifted uncomfortably between them, her furrows deepening anxiously.

And to think that it all started because of Valentine's Day. She had enough of it, falling in love that is. She has been told otherwise but the real thing was unpredictably scary and no one prepared her for that. How could she be sure of something so intangible and fleeting as feelings? Was it really worth it to let her heart be blinded and scarred by it? And yet, to be without love was like letting her soul drift aimlessly through the sea of life, except there was no beauty she felt she could fully appreciate in...

She felt incomplete.

How was it possible that love be both powerful and weak? She didn't want to handle it, when unconsciously all she was doing was just running away because didn't know how to handle it. Perhaps that was why against all warnings and her better judgement, she allowed herself to be drawn to her Joker, like a lost moth being entranced by a beautiful but deadly red flame. The girl knew she had chosen to reject the other Role-holders, chosen to reject Valentine's day, chosen to walk to Wonderland's Circus, chosen to seat herself at her usual card table and chosen to raise the stakes on that one blasted card game. Maybe it was all on impulse, but she was well aware it was suicidal and she lost. Except this time, she had already lost from the first second Valentine's Day began...

Because from the start, she had decided to chose Joker.

The jester smiled pleasantly as his red eye wandered down to her mouth. "Hey, that little frown of hers is becoming quite charming, wouldn't you say?" The red-head asked, almost absentmindedly as he slowly inched his delicate hands to her reddening face, his sensuous words already wrapping itself around her heart so easily it was dangerous.

Too dangerous.

Worried, she grimaced and pressed herself back even further, praying that the annoying wall would swallow her up instead. But before his fingers could reach her, another hand quickly intercepted, taking her chin forcefully and turning her head and attention, she came face to face with the other twin.

"I can think of better things to do with those lips." The guard growled softly, narrowing his crimson gaze angrily at his partner, who just blinked blankly at him, before returning to her face. But similarly, his eyes lingered on her hesitantly parted mouth as he smoothed his thumb across her full bottom lip, his gesture so surprisingly tender it almost made up for his rugged manners. All of a suddenly, before she could stop him, White casually hugged an arm across her shoulders, pulling her to him and she let out a gasp.

"Ha ha ha! Let's get to work before the girl gets impatient on us then." The seemingly good-natured Role-holder laughed out jovially as he pressed her body closer to his. She heard a small familiar unclipping sound and it was enough to send her heart pounding in horror as she watch White removed his black whip from its waist-latch with his free hand, unrolling it and letting the wicked-looking tapered end drop to the floor with a snaking, leathery thud. Immediately, Black possessively wrapped his own arm around her waist from behind, tugging her body to his chest. By then, she was glad for that semblance of darkness in the room for she definitely did not want the Jokers to see her now beet-red face as she became acutely conscious of their heated scent and the way their hard bodies felt on hers.

Close… they were both just too close to bear.

"Surrender yourself to us and maybe we'll make it easy on you." White's warm breath fanned her skin as he suggested scheming-ly, but very nicely indeed, into her sensitive ear while he smirked knowingly at the other Joker. "Yeah right, f***ing easy." Black glowered back at him, quirking a corner of his lips up as he tightened his hold on her, his fingers biting painfully into her waist so much she had to wince in pain.

"Relax w****, do you know how f***ing tense you look? You're gonna make me excited like that." Black Joker grinned and smugly teased, his teeth gleaming mischievously at her in the dark and she felt herself shudder. She gulped and pulled a stern face, trying hard not to be intimidated. His insults she detested but could normally take. However, it was his intentions and actions that more often than not made her heart race. She'd ask herself why, if she hadn't been too afraid of the answer and consequences that laid head.

"Are you scared of us?" White Joker inquired with a look so forlorn it actually succeeded in making her feel guilty. She shook her head and slapped herself mentally in a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of her sanity. They're not who they seem to be, at least that was what she kept telling herself though it didn't work. Luck apparently wasn't on her side for that one moment she let her guard down, because her life began spiralling out of control and into their clutches...

"Why?" He asked again sadly as the both of them crowded closer. If it wasn't genuine, then he was exceptionally skillful at lying, though the girl couldn't make up her mind on which to believe because he sounded awfully... honest... this time. Did White even know what that word meant? She pondered silently with pursed lips.

"Don't be…"

"You should be…"

They said simultaneously, their voices blending into one oddly soothing harmony. She could only stare at them, confused and in wonder as they spoke as one individual with two separate bodies; one frowning and the other smiling, but both their eyes studied her with an intensity that made her legs grow weak.

"You don't know how happy I was when you came to visit today..."

She heard them both say collectively, as weird as it was coming from Black, while White closed his eye and nuzzled her neck adoringly with a smile, inhaling deeply and enjoying the scent of her hair while he flicked his whip from side to side expertly and eagerly. Of course they would be happy to finally capture her… or was there something more?

"You're so f***ing troublesome to obtain it's almost worth it all..."

Languages she never thought she'd hear White Joker speak flowed out from his mouth, but it was Black's lips that brushed her cheek tantalizingly as he whispered in a husky tone, his hand stroking up her waist slowly.

'Worth it' huh… she never once thought she'd be worth anything to anyone. But it sounded as if he was still playing a game with her, with the only difference being that Joker's not the dealer anymore… but the player as well; one who would willingly bet and risk everything to have not just a taste but all of her.

"I'll take good care of you..."

She didn't know whose it was but a large hand swiftly covered her eyes, plunging her sight into shadows once again while she rested her head sleepily on the wall. How many of him was there currently? She questioned herself, curiously calm now despite her treacherous condition but she figured it didn't matter anymore… because ultimately, irregardless of his many personas, there was only one. Another hand shaped her waist, exploring the small of her back before leaving to touch her lips again, as if he was savouring the softness. And even though her senses were heightened in the dark, she felt amazingly drowsy and oh so mesmerised.

"F*** everything else. You know you want it… I know I do…"

The last of her resistance withered away by letting herself get caught up with that hypnotic voice of his while listening to the whip rhythmically slapping softly on the floor. She felt his breath hover right above her quivering lips as he gave one last chuckle.

"So come on… I dare you..."

He urged and a small but challenging smile flitted to her lips as her own hands felt about blindly on his chest to hold onto his clothes. She couldn't see but she could sense Joker smiling back at her in his own dual ways, mutual understanding glittering in his eyes. Because they both knew that even if this game of hers eventually falls through, there would be nothing she would regret.

Yes… no regrets at all. And so she did just as she was told.

"Take a chance... and bet on me."

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Life is always a gamble, especially when you've got Joker on the table. And just like a card game, sometimes she just have to let her heart take the risk to gain something even more then she bargained for… and something even valuable then she could ever imagine.

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Yeah! My first time writing Joker! I'm satisfied but I apologise if it was OOC ^^; Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

Who is up next? It was suppose to be Blood but for the fun of it I'll be writing Gowland's one lol! X'DMe and my sick sick mind lol! After which I may update my other stories or maybe put this on hiatus till next Valentine's day and plan for a Chrsitmas one first, what do you think? :/

Anyway, thanks for reading and DO REVIEW if you have any constructive criticism on my writing style or character portrayal, anything at all, I'd love to hear from you :) Till next time fufufu~!