Dia Duit!
If you had noticed in the last Chappy Yao said "?", I actually had the Chinese characters for "what" but fan fiction was all like NO! YOU NO WRITE CHARACTERS! And I was like BUT IT'S FOR THE STORY, ARU! But it told me YOUR FANFICTION IS NOT IN CHINESE SO NO CHINESE FOR YOU! And I was like BWAA! And it was like TROLL FACE.
ANYWAY, I have about 5 hours to do nothing, so I decided to waste it all by either writing or frakking around on my Xbox. Mum has the phone, so I cannot contact my sister, Mother Russia (enter sound of eternal sadness here). I want to write at least 2 Chappys today, so I will be on 5. OH, and remember that I'm making this as I go along, having a extremely loose grip on my original idea. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADUE! THANKS TO RUSSIA FOR TRYING TO FIX THIS!
Chappy title: Morning Relations
POV: Artie!
She was annoyed. No, annoyed doesn't even cover half of it. Erin was perturbed, aggravated, irritated, and every second I that, I saw Erin like this; predilection was obvious on my face.
"Why?" the red head questioned, though it sounded more like a demand.
"Do as I say, wench." Oh, now that in her eyes was most definetly not what I was expecting. Play with fire and you'll get burnt… but she won't burn me, because of that island.
"I am not a wench, and don't you forget it."
"Do you have a talent for seething, or is that just your natural voice?" I japed. She looks like she wants to plunge the soul that I do not have into hell and lock me there.
I clutched her arm again and basically threw her into my quarters. I locked the door behind me, walking in and taking a seat on the bed. This was undoubtedly the most elegant room on the ship. Wondrous paintings, perfectly carved desk with parchment, a quill, and bottles of ink, the most adequate bed with the softest sheets known to mankind, and it even had its own room to bathe.
"Take a seat." I ordered. I meant for her to sit next to me, but she collapsed on a red, satin chair at the other side of the room.
Her luxurious legs crossed with the side of her head resting on a fist, which was connected to her elbow which was on the left arm rest, Erin's eyes glared into mine. dark eyes searched to emeralds', as if they hold the question. She was waiting for something, so she simply said, "Well, are you going to say anything, or are we just going to sit here until twilight falls?"
"We need to make arrangements."
"For what?" I got off of my bed and lured over a strong, yet fragile body.
"Only you. We need to know where you sleep, where you'll bathe, how your relations are with the rest of the crew, and things like that."
"It sounds like a lot of trouble to go through. Can't you just get rid of me and call it a day?"
I seized her left arm, put my other to her right said of her head, climbed on the chair on top of her, and then licked her ear (He really loves playing with her ear, right?)
"Oh, but your highness, I went though all of this trouble to get you, knowing that you would be so much trouble to me, so why would I let you go, love?" (Fan girl moment activated!)
Feeling hands on my chest, I was roughly pushed back and fell to the floor. "Let's not get uncivil, shall we?"
A soft hand was in front of me, and I rested mine in it. I was pulled up, only about six inches away from her face. Erin is about two inches shorter than me.
"I shall sleep in my cell, not in the Ziplerphane hand cuffs. For bathing, I do not know of any place on this vessel." She took another seat, going back to her original position. I walked over and leaned on the desk, making sure to say in eye contact with her.
"There is a bathing centre next to the crews' quarters that everyone shares, and there is one in this room, Tis my personal bath." Erin studied me again.
"I'll go in here then; I have a less chance of people trying to rape me and me killing them."
"Good. Now that it is settled, I expect you to follow my every order." Forest eyes where rolled."
"Let us not go that far; I won't follow every order, just most of them; knowing you so far has not told me spectacular things."
"Fair." She got up.
"So if there's nothing left…"
"One more question." OK, if Erin got anymore pissed God himself would frighten away like a terrified child.
"What's it like in Ireland?"
POV CHANGE: -Ireland!-
"Good night, Erin."
"Good night." I walked out of the cabin.
Thank the Gods! I feel like sleeping for an eternity and six days! I just spent the day in Kirkland's quarters, and we really talked ourselves to boredom. He had a lot of questions about the United Kingdom War and Ireland. He probably wanted to know what it was like from the ruler of Irelands' view. I also explained to him why I was going to get married to James McCardle (DEAL WITH IT, MALLORY. HE COULDN'T BE RELATED TO ARTIE.) And how it would stop the War.
Sleep! Slumber fall upon me! What the...? It was Yao, and the lassie was… dancing? No, the form is completely different. It was like… Bogwa Chung… I was a few metres away from him.
"Yao?" He turned around in a fighting stance with a perfect form, but then dropped it when he found out it was me.
"Ni hao, Erin. What brings you out so late, aru?" I smiled. His accent was friendly and approachable, it almost like I was back home.
"I was just talking with Arthur. Great form, by the way." The lad smiled back.
"Thank you, aru." I sat on the border on the ship.
"Say, Yao, why did you join Arthur's ship?" I questioned. He took a step closer to me.
"Well, aru, I was actually friends with him before he was a pirate. Both me and Kiku where basically dragged into it. Arthur is actually a good person, aru."
"Then why is he a pirate?"
"I don't know. I don't even think he knows, aru." There was a brief silence before I piped up.
"Can you teach me Karate?"
*STAR*STAR*STAR*
It was about three hundred when I finally entered my cell. Yao was teaching me karate. He said that he would teach me every night. Next to my bed there was a red night gown. Yao probably left it there, I concluded.
I striped down to my under garments, and grabbed the night gown. I turned my head to see the long scar on my back. I then stepped in to the night gown. It was made of silk. I then crawled into my bed and rested on my side when a strong arm was around my stomach.
"You took so long, love. I thought you where never going to bed." I shot up, faster then one of Arthur's bullets.
"Arthur? What are you doing in my bed?" I exclaimed, my face as red as a cherry and as hot as lava. The blonde captain slowly rose.
"Waiting for you."
"WHY?"
"Because I want to sleep with you."
"NO, YOU BLOODY PERVERT!" I sure all of the ship could hear me.
"You have to follow my orders, remember?"
"I said I would follow most of them. Now go back to your own bed!" I ordered. He smiled.
"Heh, gladly." There was then a Ziplerphane hand cuff that was connecting my right arm to Arthurs'. EEEP! He then lifted me out of the bed and exited the hull.
"PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed.
He dropped me right next to the door of his quarters. I was then shoved into a wall. I gracefully but hard fully extended the right arm all the way out, then pulled it back hoping to get him to fall that way, but I forgot about the wall and the only thing I was successful at doing was getting him to fall on me.
Arthur then forced my left hand to the wood wall and held it there. He kissed me roughly, using our arms to arch my back, forcing my head up. It was getting harder to breathe, so I opened my mouth to take a breath. I did, but right after I did he put his warm tongue down my throat.
It wasn't really a battle for dominance, but I did try to push his tongue out of my mouth. Having no option, his wet tongue explored the caverns of my mouth. I wanted to fight back, but was their a way I could?
He removed his mouth from mine and started violating my neck. Arthur's cuffed hand was removed from my back and slowly started rising my night gown. I stopped fighting.
"Such a good girl." He murmured.
"Good enough for this!" I did a front kick and he fell back, and I tumbled after, like Jack and Jill. I was now seating on him, his head resting on the deck.
"So sorry, love, but I'm the seme." I caught the keys to the hand cuffs and undid mine. I dropped the key and ran to my cell. I hid within my bed, and I wasn't bothered for the rest of the night.
Sorry about Artie turning all French there, I just couldn't resist. Artie's the seme and Erin (like me) is an uke. There is a reason behind him going completely rapist, though. You'll just have to read~.