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山本耀司 (via killheji)

But of course he noticed, was it hard to not do so, merely because the little female came to him time and time again with the same or similar lacerations serving for the ‘doctor’ that he long ago realized something special, ( maybe intriguing ) about her; something that would entertain his mind to a certain degree. Ah, how good it was, to take one of this old professions back, just for a while at least - until he was found, until somebody would be suspicious enough to stop playing this game. 

“Of course.” 

For her ‘greeting’ was returned similarly ( and with deceiving smile attached ), as the nurse had already explained what she knew and told why the girl was here yet once again. Not that the ‘medic’ minded the explanation and thoughts, only that they were lost in time. “It is not the first time the door is at fault, am I correct?”

Truthfully, long-haired male could guess in try, something reminded him of someone he met years ago; likely his memory was not wrong, was it maybe not important either. How amusing. “But truly, I know it is something else, and it would be better for you - and also for me - if you simply told me what happened.” Broken skin, bruised knuckles, one time she had come to him with her hand nearly broken, wounds over slender body would have made him laugh in amusement from the words she spoke and the idea that she fell somewhere down. 

“Or do you want me to guess?”

This man walked in with such an air around him, Ran Mao shifted uncomfortably. He seemed so wise and so knowledgeable. It scared the assassin to no end. He had to know something wasn’t right at this point. Coming in with cuts and bruises (and the occasional broken appendage) she was the perfect image of a beaten wife. But that wasn’t it at all. No man dared to touch her unless they intended to die.

With a small sigh, she relaxed around the other. He would have to know the truth sooner or later. But she was still afraid to tell.

“In my family, we have an assassin assigned to this other family, usually of noble birth or highly wealthy. I was chosen to be the assassin for this generation,” she said slowly, softly. Ran Mao refused to have anyone but him hear this. “As you can tell, I get thrown around a lot...”

With a small blush, she looked away, staying silent now. She had spoken enough to the nurse. She refused to speak to this man any longer unless he planned on calling the police. The woman would have to call in many favors to be bailed out then. Mafia and drug smugglers weren’t fond of the police and tended to stay away, so she would be virtually left on her own.

Ran Mao would glance at him, once, maybe twice, trying to gauge his reaction. If she had to run, it would be now. Her only c h a n c e. The clock ticked slowly, her heart pounding.

On the edge of the table, she could easily dart out, grab a few needles and slash at anyone in her way.

Instead.

“I just need a cast and some drugs,” she murmured, hoping he’d give her at least that much.

Show - Elfen Lied

Song - Lilium

Artist - Kumiko Noma

{⌘}                                               The nobleman chuckled lightheartedly in a soft tone once he got Ran Mao straddled on top. Oh he could never get tired of these attitudes, this attentions she always gave to him… It was delightful and quite addictive. Yes,  Shanghai’s Dragon was completely addicted to another kind of drug, something way more different than the opium he traded.

This woman. Lau was addicted to Ran Mao and there was no turning back

«Oh you are, my little lotus flower.» Lau’s hands were placed over the assassin’s hips, leaning back to give her full freedom to kiss and nip his neck as she wanted. A little spoiling would do no harm, right?

«You are skilled like no one else, but I don’t want you to taint your soul with the burden of death. That’s what we do… We fight to defend ourselves but never to kill. »

As soon as Lau felt the woman’s teeth digging into his skin, his fingers grasped around her hips. « Trying to send a message? »he inquired with a playful smile drawn on his lips.

The tigress continued to “attack” Lau, her soft lips running over his skin. This man was her everything and she intended to show it, yet prove her message at the same time. So many women had wanted Lau back home. So many had tried to be his cat, his assassin. Yet she was the only one who remained by his side. 

She was a drug towards this man. Opium was nothing compared to Ran Mao as she dragged her nails down his chest.

“You know what I mean,” she murmured into his ear, nipping at it. 

Ran Mao finally pulled away, a thin eyebrow twitching in pure amusement. The assassin was enjoying herself and didn’t want this to end, yet she rolled over to his side, acting like nothing happened. She took out his pipe, taking one long drag before blowing it all into his face. The smoke c u r l e d and rolled out of her lips on her command, spreading out across his face.

“You’re so much sweeter than opium,” she suddenly told him, putting the pipe back.

The drug was nothing compared to the man in front of her as well.

The Defying Guest

A small blush came across his face, it was from embarrassment to having to stick up and just saw that disgusting sight. And with that thought stick in his head, his gaze became sharp towards her, as his gaze became repulsive towards the other. Sebastian rested his hand onto the arm-rest of the chair. His white glove rubbed up onto it, as he shifted his body. His body became closer and closer to the other one, as if he was about to kiss her.  His blush had drifted away by this point. Soon after Sebastian stopped moving his body closer towards the quiet female, he lifted up his leg. He pushed his knee between her right thigh and between the chair. He was just scooting her body over a bit so she was in the middle of the chair.     “I’m going to make you b l e e d,” The demon butler started off as his eyes narrowed quickly before her.  “Then I am going to make you beg for m e r c y.” And with those words, Sebastian’s gaze soften up a bit, but he didn’t move from his spot.

“You’re in the Phantomhive manor. Do I need to teach you a simple lesson on how to eat your food correctly?” The butler stated it as if she was just a child who couldn’t walk on their own yet.  “How many people do you go and r u n to, making such a display?” Sebastian said that part slightly harsh, as if she goes and does that to anyone when she and someone else is alone. “You act so foolish when you’re under someone’s else roof. While you’re here, you listen to M E.” 

Ran Mao shook slightly, whether in excitement or fear, she didn’t now. Sebastian was so close to her. She could easily r e a c h out and pull him closer. The assassin stared with her wide, golden eyes, only to have them narrow.

She begged for no one, not even Lau.

“I control myself,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing now. A tigress pinned back like this was weak and vulnerable. She refused to be in this grasp for too much longer. “And I listen to Lau while I’m here. Or your precious master.”

She seemed to growl her words, growing irritated with this butler’s sense of entitlement. He didn’t own her. Not yet, at least. That would take quite a lot of coaxing. But upon hearing his words, she grew to despise this man. She wanted to choke him. She wanted him to take her.

“I only do this to you,” she finally cooed, dragging a finger down his chest before looking back into his eyes. “It’s fun to make a demon so flustered.”

And it was true. The assassin wanted to make him blush, make him gasp and moan all because of her. That would be the ultimate power. She would be causing a demon to feel and she’d be close to a god of some sort.

But she simply sat there, her hand moving back to her lap, a smirk settling on her lips. The two were alone and she knew she’d have to show a little emotion. It was hard to read her at times and she did not want that to be when she had the upper hand.

Ciel Phantomhive(Black Butler) | wanjou

春拾記/Chunshiji hanfu (han chinese clothing) collection, Part 1 (Part 2)

{⌘}                                               All of Lau’s thoughts disappeared as soon as Ran Mao’s lips touched his own, kissing her slowly,deeply, tasting her mouth and trying to hold the moment and the feeling as long as he could. Every single heartbeat with her name on it translated to this simple gesture.

Ran Mao was a fool, and Lau knew it. A fool for staying by his side even when she knew nothing good could come out of that. Lau pulled the strings in Asia and Europe, his head had a price… And so Ran Mao’s.

The dealer looked at her and exhaled very gingerly, submerged into the dark and the alluring silence around them. Only the wind whistling softly interrupted the scene. The assasin and the dealer were condemned to enjoy each other’s company, true intimacy, sunken in the arms of the night.

He just looked at her with gentile eyes and a slight smirk. Her smirk.

« You worry too much, Ran Mao.» he finally whispered, reaching her hair with his fingers and running them down from her bang to her cheek, barely caressing her skin with his nails. « No one will part us. And even if they tried, they wouldn’t succeed. We’re stronger than that, aren’t we?»

Her lips still burned. Everywhere Lau touched burned and stung. Yet she desired him. She desired his entire being. Ran Mao found herself practically obsessing over the nobleman. Instead of shying away, she simply followed him to the ends of the earth.

“I believe I’m the strong one,” she teased, amusement crossing her face as she gently pushed the other down. She straddled the man, staring down at the dragon who had his hold on her. And she leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, then up to his jaw.

Without hesitation, she put her hands around his neck, although they just rested there and she made no indication that she would s q u e e z e. “Because I have the power to kill, but I never do.”

Although she said those words, it wasn’t a strength. It was a horrible, horrible weakness that she just had to accept. Even if she was told to kill her one love, she refused to do it. Her hands slid down his neck, down to his chest as her gaze followed.

A woman as powerful as her was held back, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind one bit. At the end of the day, she knew only her brother would matter. She kissed back down to his neck, playfully nipping at the skin there as she smirked. Of course, she had no strength to kill, but she would gladly mark him up and prove to everyone who was truly in charge.

Yangzhou, China by jaja168

{⌘}                                               How can you break a man who owns the world in the palm on his hand? The answer to that is so simple and heartbreaking at the same time…

You find what he loves, and you kill it. You take his breath away by destroying that one thing that light up his world in front of him. You want to see his tears streaming down his face, you want to see his will vanishing like ashes in the wind. 

Ran Mao was everything to Lau. She was his butterfly, his princess, the light behind his eyes. He would kill anyone who dared to put a finger over her, even when she probably wouldn’t need it. He would risk his own neck again and again…

To see her happy. To see her smiling. To see her safe.

He closed his eyes when the tigress lips touched his own, feeling the cold electric shiver down his spine. And the moon kept staring at them, right when Lau’s right hand reached Ran Mao’s cheek, looking straight into her eyes and not letting her move a single inch.

« I trust you too. » he whispered. « I always have.»

Those eyes. Those dark, alluring eyes caused Ran Mao to shiver. She never understood why he opened them only around her. Occasionally, he’d look at a stranger, but they stayed open to stare right at her. Right into her soul.

The assassin couldn’t help but smile, a true one forming on her lips as she pressed their foreheads together.

“I’ll protect you until the end of time,” she spoke quietly, her words caressing the Chinese man before her.

She kissed him again, yet lingered on it, her wide eyes easily sliding closed. It was dangerous to love this man. He had many enemies and he had man people who were out to kill him. Still, the assassin felt her heart race as they kissed. She pulled away, a small gasp escaping her.

It was too late to run away from her feelings. It was too late to disappear from her one weakness. If Lau were to die, she knew she’d follow without hesitation. The only thing between them was the opium. She knew if they didn’t smuggle drugs, she would openly love this man. She would openly ask to be his wife, to have children for him, but she would never put him in that much danger.

She was his weakness too.