#i’m tired and easily disgusted by these clowns now :/ so many girls in my life id love to date if only i were fuckin bi

[idontmindifuforgetme]

As a bi woman, I get crushes on women so easily!!! I need tO CALM DOWN!! BUT how do i do that??? Like i just met this girl and I already think she's hella cute and wondering if she's bi or something.. God, help me!!!

the answer is u don’t. u dont calm down. women are wonderful and (i’m genuinely saying this with a straight face, full chest) i wish i were attracted to them like that every fucking day.

[masked-buffoon]

Chapter 14: Truthful liar (Part 4)

Warnings: mentions of drug addiction

Author notes: quite a long part... I have to admit, I did not pay attention to its length ^^” I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

It was impossible for us to question the victim. As soon as he had set a foot in the nearest hospital, he had collapsed and had been immediately taken care of by the nurses. And he had not yet woken up… The white corridors smelled like medicine,but it was not unpleasant. Perhaps it was because I was used to the infirmary… My fingers clutched around my box of pills. I could not show a single health care professional that I was an addict, unless I wanted to be brought to the psychiatric unit… However, that stressful situation did not help with my withdrawal, and I was starting to grow uncomfortable. I sighed, and covered my hand to hide the fact it was trembling. Soon enough, Dazai reached me. He was coming back from the doctor's office, and his serious face did not reassure me the least.

"His condition is bad, isn't it…?" I frowned.

"Yep. He isn't going to wake up anytime soon." He stood next to me "We should find another lead."

"... I'm tired, already…" I groaned.

"Don't, the case has just started."

He took my trembling hand into his, and pulled me up suddenly. Then, he brought me towards his chest and used his taller body to hide me from anyone's eyes. I looked up at him, ready to question him, but he was quicker and grabbed the box in my pocket.

"Take that opportunity. Hurry."

"But people —"

"Who cares about what people believe? No one knows us here, anyway…"

He had rarely been that firm since my entrance in the Armed Detective Agency. Quietly, I nodded, before shoving up to three pills on my mouth and swallowing. It was burdensome to be an addict… I was glad that this pitiful life would stop soon. Soon… I closed my eyes a moment, before glancing up at him. He had not budged and, from an outsider's point of view, that scene must have looked like a hug… But to me, who had just drugged myself, it was just a convenient hideout… Gently, I cracked a smile and put a hand on his chest to push him away. Slightly…

"It's alright, now… We can go…"

"Really? Good~" He regained his usual playful smile.

"Should we head to the police station?" I suggested.

"That's not a bad idea." He pulled away from me.

"... Your hand…"

"Ah. My bad."

He had casually left it on my shoulder.

"Dazai… I'm fine, really. Besides, you've seen me take morphine countless times, already." I assured him.

"I have, yet that doesn't mean I am used to it. Every single time…"

"It's almost over. Don't worry… I'll never end up in such a state again…"

"Did you read my mind? That's surprising…~"

"I couldn't possibly… Not that I wouldn't want to…" I looked away.

"Mine will remain a mystery for you~"

"If I can't use my ability to understand it, I'll just strive to know you better…" I muttered.

"... You're right…"

I looked at him softly, and tugged on his sleeve to get him moving.

"We have some work to do. The case won't solve itself."

He chuckled, and we both headed out of the hospital. In front of our colleagues in the Agency, Dazai always behaved strangely, constantly acting like a buffoon, making a joke of himself. I had secretly resented him for putting on such a mask, and it hurt even more to know that everything was a lie. However, at the moment, there were only the two of us, and there was no need for him to keep playing the tragic story of the sad clown who was never allowed a single tear. In front of me, weakness was allowed, and I hoped he was aware that I would never judge him nor take advantage of him… Somehow, I felt special. I was the only one alive who got to see the sadness hidden beneath his mask… That in itself was exceptional enough, coming from Dazai, and it brought me back to our days in the Port Mafia. Thinking about it, he had been less secretive than he was these days, more willing to show his emotions, perhaps… I wondered if that was because of his mistake, because he felt as though he owed me, because he had hurt me… I was most certainly putting too much thought into that, anyway.

The policemen we met told us that they had never assigned any guards for Suda Hiroshi — that was the name of our client. Immediately, they deployed troops to arrest the imposters, but when we arrived, they had already disappeared.

"That's a fishy story…"

The detective in charge of the case put his cigarette out in the ashtray, and sighed.

"We were aware of the many assassination attempts on Suda-san's life, but we had received words that he was already guarded… That's why we never made a move…"

"What do you know of his research?" I questioned him.

"Wasn't it something about oil…? I have to admit that, as a proud citizen of Sapporo, I wasn't too pleased to hear about it…"

"So false information was spread about him… Why would anyone want him to be hated, though…?" I thought out loud.

"Is there anyone who would benefit from Suda-san's fall?" Dazai asked.

"Not that I know of… The only prominent family around here is the Ogawa family. However, they've come here around twenty years ago to retire. I heard their granddaughter lives with them, too." He told us.

"So, they aren't involved in business anymore…"

"No, not at all…! The granddaughter goes to school with my own children. She's well-behaved and polite, really, a kind girl…! They won't create any troubles."

We exited the police station, without much more information. At the very least, I knew that my grandparents were not involved in the case, which relieved me, in a way. I would not have to come into Ruriko-chan's life to destroy it once again… On the other hand, I had no idea about the motive of the criminal. Why would they sequester the man and let him die a slow, painful death, while running his reputation in Hokkaido? If there was nothing worth Suda-san's downfall, then it was surely…

"A passionate crime. A revenge." Dazai completed my thoughts "That's the only thing I can think of."

"I agree with you. It's the only option left, anyway. I'll call the Fox to get his background checked."

"Such a troublesome case… It doesn't help that the victim is a friend of your friend… Will you tell him?"

"Tell him what? That his friend is wounded, in a hospital between life and death…?"

"Wouldn't you want to know, though? If I was in this state, wouldn't you want to be aware?"

"... You have a point…" I conceded "I'll tell him…"

The call was short. My informer was upset and regretted taking so long to inform me about the situation. Although he had not been in contact with Suda-san for years, he was still his friend, and, knowing how he cared about the people close to him, I could only imagine how terrible it felt for him to know the researcher was hurt. He promised to work on the case, but I could perceive how disheartened he sounded. I did not insist and simply hung up. It was not my fault, yet I felt guilty; the Fox had entrusted me with his friend's life, but I had not managed to save him in time.

"Let's go back to the inn." Dazai suggested, slowly guiding me towards a car.

"Mmh… I want to rest…" I muttered, shoving the phone in my pocket "I don't want to hear about that case anymore…"

"You know we'll be back on it tomorrow."

"... I want to quit…"

"Don't be nonsensical, you're simply tired. A long bath in the onsen will make you feel better."

"Maybe you're right… I hate personal cases. Being emotionally involved doesn't go well with me… I should have asked Kunikida to take care of it." I regretted my choice.

"But the Fox made that request to you, his friend. You couldn't have refused either way."

"So, I was trapped from the beginning… Ah… That's the last time I go to Hokkaido."

"So it isn't entirely about the case." He noted.

I stayed quiet, unable to answer. I had not told him about my dream, after… Would he understand? Would he brush it off and call it "weird"? Would he laugh at me…?

"I'm bothered… By my sister…" I murmured "I'm torn between the wish to see her and my reason telling me that it would destroy her even more…"

"I see…"

As I was wondering if that would be all and if he truly did not care about my issues, he leaned towards the driver and changed our route.

"Where are we going?" I frowned.

"It's a surprise~ Do you have your sunglasses?"

"... Sure…?" I took them from my handbag "Why?"

"Wear them when we arrive~"

I did not question him, used to his strange yet meaningful behaviour from time to time, and obeyed him. Although the sun was playing hide-and-seek behind the clouds, I hid my eyes behind the darker glasses and followed him out of the vehicle. After walking a few meters, we arrived in front of a school, and I immediately understood which trick he had played on me. I grabbed his arm, rather brutally.

"Dazai…! You know… You know I can't…!" I protested "Let's leave this instant…!"

"No." He easily removed my grip from him "You want to see her, don't you? Then, at least, look from afar and check for yourself that she's alright."

"... Isn't that stalking her…?"

"Was gathering information on her via the Fox more legal?" He retorted.

As though I were scared they would fall, I readjusted the sunglasses on my nose, and leaned my back on a wall, waiting for the bell to ring and for Ruriko-chan to come out. Would she have friends? Most certainly… How many? I wished for her to have a lot of them… Would she see me? But she would surely mistake me for a stranger… She would not mind my presence too much, since she would not know I was her sister… In fact, I was terrified to meet her, and feel her look full of disgust on me… I was afraid she would scream "murderer" in the street and attract the police… Yes… I was scared that she would destroy my own life, the normality I had gained through so many hardships. In the end, it was the selfish side of myself which was frightened by Ruriko-chan. Unconsciously, my hand brushed against Dazai's, hoping desperately that his ability could cancel my feelings as well, where I knew it was simply impossible. Even so… It gave me the courage I lacked to face my precious sister.

The bell rang — an unfamiliar melody I was hearing for the first time, since had never attended school — and it did not take long before a flow of students came out of the building to head towards the gate. However, I did not see Ruriko-chan. I waited, and waited. My friend did not leave my side, despite the minutes passing and the sun slowly going down behind the buildings. I was disappointed. After bracing myself so hardly, all of my efforts had been in vain… I did not feel ready to experience such an unpleasant time ever again.

"Some clubs end later." Dazai spoke, out of the blue "Let's wait a bit more…"

"Even so, if she comes out alone… She'll be more likely to see me…"

"But will she recognise you? To be honest, you've changed…"

"How? Except for my clothes, I'm still Ogawa Yōko. If it weren't for my sunglasses, do you think these eyes of mine will go unnoticed? Sometimes, I hate them…" I crossed my arms.

"You can be so childish, sometimes~" He teased, wrapping an arm around my shoulders "These eyes are a part of you, as recognisable as they are, and I, for one, like them."

"Y-You do…?" I stuttered, turning towards him "I… Well… Thank you…? I suppose…"

Many people had already complimented my mother's eyes, but never had they paid attention to mine. The fact that it was Dazai, above anything else… It was… Surprising, to say the least… And oddly pleasant. It was impossible for me to suppress the smile from my face after his unexpected words, and even the nervousness I had felt upon waiting for my sister had faded away. Instead, it had been replaced by a strange mixture of warmth and contentment. Was receiving kind words always this agreeable…?

"There she is." My friend broke my train of thoughts.

Time seemed to stop as my eyes fell on the young girl who was Ruriko-chan. Unmistakably, it was her. The uniform of her high school seemed to fit her perfectly, the pleated skirt gently flowed around her legs as she walked, and her face had gotten thinner, more delicate… She had grown into a fine lady, although she was not yet an adult. And her clear blue eyes… They did not have the lavender colour of our mother's, but their blue, alike precious lapis lazuli, shone even brighter under the sunlight. My heart panged painfully in my chest as I refrained myself from running towards her. I could not…

"So that's her… She's cute~"

I could not repress a glare.

"Don't you dare even get close to her." I warned him.

"I'm not into younger girls, don't worry~" He laughed at me.

"Whatever…" I mumbled.

"She does resemble you, though…" He remarked.

"... Does she…? Are you blind…? Look at her gentle, pale face…! She is just like a doll…! And her long, jet black hair… Mmh… She's so beautiful, you really should get a pair of glasses…"

"Oh, really…~?" He smirked at me "I don't think so… But anyway, since she looks so good, I'll just have a word of two with her~"

"Dazai…! I forbid you…!" I ran after him "Come back here…! You're doing this on purpose…!"

However, he was much faster than I was, and he quickly reached Ruriko-chan in front of the gate. There, he put on his brightest and most seductive smile, and bowed slightly in front of her.

"Hello miss~ I saw you from afar and couldn't resist greeting you, since you're such a beauty~"

Her face expressed disgust, and she took a step back.

"I'll report you, sir…" She threatened.

"I apologise on behalf of my coworker…!" I moved in between them "Don't mind him, he's always like that, but he doesn't mean any harm…"

"I see… Well, I suppose I'll let you go, then."

My sister looked me up and down.

"It's strange… I'm positive I never saw you around here, yet you seem familiar, somehow…"

"Is… Is that so…?" I cleared my throat "We're detectives from Yokohama. We're here on a case. This is Dazai Osamu, and I am Fuyuno Kasumi."

"Oh… You're here for Suda-san…? The man whose life is constantly threatened?" She realised.

How smart she was… Was she truly my sister?

"Indeed… We hope to solve it soon."

I noticed the case she was holding.

"You play an instrument?" I asked to change the subject.

"I do." She smiled "Since you're a detective, why don't you try guessing it?"

"Sure… May I hold it?"

She handed me the case, and I took a quick look at it. Then, within a few seconds, I had my answer.

"The violin." I stated confidently.

"That wasn't too hard, was it? That's the most common one after all." She shrugged.

"It could have been a trumpet. But I mainly looked at your hands, and most particularly your fingers. They are a violinist's." I grinned.

"... I see…"

"Is there a problem?" I inquired.

"No, just… For a moment… Your smile… There is someone whose smile I've never seen… I was just wondering… If it would look the same… But that's impossible, you're not her… And… She's possibly already dead…" Her face darkened.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to remind you of that person…"

"It's not your fault. She was very sick… Perhaps it was for the best, after all…"

I clenched my fists. If Ruriko-chan believed I was dead, then perhaps I should let her live thinking that way… Even if it did not seem like she resented me for my deeds.

"You seem to like her a lot." Dazai said softly, taking me aback.

"Yes! She was my precious older sister, after all… Although I once held a grudge against her… No, maybe everything is better this way, after all…" She whispered "Anyway, it was nice to meet you two. Good luck with your case…! I have to go back home, otherwise, my grandparents will be worried."

"Yes, it would be wiser to go back, indeed. Be safe on the way." I waved lightly.

As soon as her back was turned, I sighed slightly. Did she not  hate me for killing our parents…? Did she not want me in jail…? Or gone from this Earth…? Ruriko-chan truly had a gentle heart… She did not resemble me at all, her hands were pure, and produced beautiful music, unlike mine which only provoked screams of agony. We were different, and, despite the fact that I had gotten accustomed to living in a lighter word, it did not change the fact that I was tainted. I should not approach her anymore…

"Ogawa…!"

His sudden call, along with the screeching sound of a car's wheel on the concrete, made me act before my brain could even register what was occurring. I grabbed Ruriko-chan from behind, and pulled her out of the road before the vehicle could hit her. Her musician's hand did not let go of her precious instrument, even as we fell back on the sidewalk, which would have amused me if her life had not been in danger. Unable to help it, I wrapped my arms around her a moment, and kept her close to me, feeling my heart beat even faster at the thought of losing her so cruelly.

"How… How did you know my name…?" Her small and shocked voice reached my ears.

"That…" Dazai clicked his tongue, looking away.

He had made a mistake when calling me… Even so, I was grateful — the fraction of second gained when she stopped, hearing her name, had allowed me to save her.

"You must have misheard." I lied "Can you stand up?"

"Wait, Fuyuno…" My friend prevented me from moving "Your sunglasses…"

They had fallen from my face, and the car had crushed them, adding to my misfortune.

"Shit…" I cursed.

"Are you alright?" My sister turned towards me "I must be heavy…"

I immediately closed my eyes.

"Y-Yes… I… Just… I'm sensitive… To the sun, so… It's hard for me to see without my glasses…" I invented an illness.

She did not say a thing and, since I had deprived myself from my eyes, I could not see her face.

"You know… I'm not a detective, but… If you truly were sick, you would take better care of these glasses… You could have tied them, for example… And you should own a spare…"

She really was too smart… It was my defeat, and I had to face its consequences.

"You're right… I'm not sick… I was just… Hiding."

I opened my eyes, and glanced at the shock in her look, before helping her up. Then, I smiled — or smirked, it seemed like a weird way to lift the corners of my lips up.

"It's been a while, Ruriko-chan…"

"Ah… I see… It was one of your horrible tricks…" Tears fell onto her cheeks "You're the worst… The worst…! Even after everything I told Fuyuno Kasumi, even after losing your only way of hiding, you're still dishonest… Why are you always, always lying…?!"

"Ruriko-chan…"

"Don't touch me…! You're a liar…! I don't… I don't want to see you again…!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… But… I thought you hated me… So, I… I just… I just wanted to know… How you were doing…"

"If you truly wanted to check on me, you would have come in person, instead of lying, as always… As expected…"

"But you said you didn't hate me —"

"I don't hate you, but I don't trust you either. Go away, now. Don't… Don't try to reach out to me anymore. My sister is dead to me."

I was not able to hold her back and, powerless, stared at her silhouette fading away in the remnants of the sunlight. Being alive, yet dead in another person's heart, felt like the ground had shattered beneath my feet.

"... It was a mistake…" I breathed out "A terrible one…"

"Ogawa, that was my fault… I should have given you more time… Or maybe I shouldn't have insisted in the first place…" Dazai sighed.

"Yes… It is your fault." I cried "Everything… It is your fault… If only I had waited more, I would never have hidden myself, had I been ready…! But you had to butt in and convince me otherwise… Why did I even follow your lead, in the first place…?! This is my business, my sister, yet you interfered again! You always do! And now… And now she… Whereas she didn't hate me…"

"Ogawa…"

"I'm dead to her…! Do you understand…?! I do not exist anymore…!! I stopped living in her mind…! She might as well have killed me, I would have suffered less… That's your fault…" I sobbed, falling to my knees "I've lost my sister… Ruriko-chan…! Ruriko-chan…!"

"... I'm sorry…" He crouched down to face me "I'm sorry that it turned out so badly…"

I reached for his collar, and pulled him towards me to bury my face in his coat, to hide my pitiful tears. Even when he had left, I had not cried this much. Why was this one loss so painful…? Was it because I had expected something…? What was the point of desiring and hoping, then, if these feelings only brought pain by crushing my heart…? What was the point of longing, if the person I wanted to see did not want me by her side…? I should have known and abandoned these useless emotions long ago, I should have learnt from my experience with Dazai, but I was as ignorant as I had been years ago.

"It's alright… Blame me all you want, if it alleviates your pain…" He murmured "I did miscalculate, this time…"

"... I'm sorry…" I sniffed, slowly calming down "I got carried away…"

"I said it's fine."

I looked up at him, but far from a face matching his comforting words, his expression was… Well, he was expressionless. Or perhaps annoyed. I had vexed him.

"There is something I've come to understand, with time…" I pulled away from him "Human feelings… Are kind of unpredictable. You can manipulate them, you can play with them, but at the end of the day, you'll always end up surprised… Besides, you made a mistake because you're not familiar with Ruriko-chan…"

"And what's your point?"

I grabbed his cheeks and forcefully pulled them up to force a smile on his face.

"A genius strategist can make mistakes. And, you're a human too. You have a brain, and emotions, not a chessboard which pieces you move thanks to calculations." I told him.

"I don't have enough ego to be angry about failure." He avoided my eyes "Rather…"

His fingers tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear, and he sighed again.

"Nothing… The night is falling, let's really go back now." He took my hand to help me up.

"Mmh… There is no use crying, anyway… What's done is done, and I can never go back. I'll just have to live without her." I wiped my tears away.

"... But you have me…"

"... Did you say something…?"

A car had passed right while he was talking, and I was afraid to have misheard. He cracked a smile.

"Nothing at all. I'm just excited to try the onsen, that's all~"

"True." I giggled "We do deserve some rest."

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Believe Me

Chapter 15/??

Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)

Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.

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After the arrest, you’re leaded in Vatican. Once arrived, you’re in jail, with powerful seals all over your body. The days pass and you never accept to speak with the high authorities, but they’re persistent, after a week, they’re in front your cell to ask the same question "Will you reveal your secrets?" and they receive the same answer.

Almost a month has passed, and you are thinking at all the time you spent with Rin, you’re worried about him, will he be in trouble because of you? Is he ok? You need to know, but you prefer to stay in that dark cell until the Vatican will be tired and finally kill you. In the silence of the undergrounds, you hear footsteps but the sound is different. Being blindfolded, you learned to recognize the guards’ steps but those are new. Who’s coming?

<<You look quite pitiful, (Y/N)-san.>>

<<Fuck not you, stupid demon clown.>>

<<That's pretty rude.>> Mephisto goes near the bars and looks at you with a grin, <<I can get you out of this cell.>>

<<Don't bother yourself. I will not take your stupid pity->>

<<Don't you think about Rin and your lovely brother?>>

<<If you touch them, I swear Mephisto, I will send you back to Gehenna in a second.>>

<<Do not worry little one. Rin is with Shion all the time, Moriyama-san too. They asked me to do something about you, so I'm here to grant their wish.>>

<<They did it?>>

<<Indeed. They'll prove that you are harmless even with blue flames. So, your will is?>>

"I wanna stay by Rin's side... I want to spend more time with him and Shion. I was used since I was little, so if I’m controlled now, doesn't change my life at all." <<....Can you really do it?>>

<<Of course, but you will be a tool again. If you are ok with this->>

<<Can you make me talk with Rin? I want some answers before deciding.>>

<<Little boy, please come here.>>

<<!! Is he here too?!>> "But I didn't hear his footsteps, maybe Mephisto used his keys?"

<<(Y/N)...>> Rin calls your name sadly, he sees that you are treat like a wild beast, chains everywhere, blinded and they didn't even treat your wounds.

"Oh fan-fucking-tastic.... Now what I should say to him? Sorry for being an ugly monster?" <<....>>

<<I give you two some space. I will attend behind that door.>> waiting for Mephisto to leave, Rin sits on the ground and puts his sword next to him.

An odd silence reigns in the jail, the only thing that you can think right now is: apologize to him before it will be too late.

<<Forgive me, Rin...>>

<<......>> he wants to listen to you, and later he will say his part.

<<I lied about myself... my powers... everything. I really regret my actions but I did them ‘cause I was afraid that you would hate me. It's not an excuse or something like that, I’ll take the responsibility, I only want that you know the truth. If you don't want to see me anymore, I can go far away, you can forget about me and focus on your dream...>>

"This is not... I'm angry with you for another reason, stupid."

<<...I’ll apoligize infinite times if you want, I’ll kill myself if it makes you happy... Please believe me when I'm saying this...>> through the blindfold, tears are dropping in the cold cement, <<I really enjoyed the time we spent together... The lessons, the missions, the games and movies, the anime and all those shops you showed to me... Thank you Rin, thank to you I could laugh again, finding something I lost long time ago... I'm really a monster to trick someone like you, I deserve to die->>

<<Now it's my turn and you will listen to me.>> you raise the head for let him understand that he has all your attention, <<I’m really angry with you (Y/N), but not because you lied to me, it's your attitude.>>

"It's not the same thing...?"

<<I thought hard about the time spent together. You always kept the distance and I didn’t like it. You did it because you were afraid of hurting me, I really understand that, but why you didn't talk more to me? Even if you’re half-demon or have blue flames, I won’t reject you, I like you for who you are.>>

<<Rin, please look at me.>> using Satan's flames, you burn the blindfold and melt all the chains which blocked you.

<<I'm watching you, (Y/N).>>

<<Do it better.>> you walk towards him and kneel in front of the Exwire, making the light of the tourches highlitgh all your tattoos, your scars, your mutations, and push your hair back, you show the other eye, <<I'm disgusting, someone pure like you->>

<<You’re beautiful.>> Rin didn't know that you’ve mismatched eyes, a priceless purple in one and a wonderful golden yellow on the other eye, wounded by a clawed scar, <<Even if you’re full of scars, for me are like a proof that you fought back with all yourself and you won. Even if your eyes have different colors, it will be always beautiful to me. Your wings are cool and I bet they’re soft too. Your tail and teeth are like mine, so I don’t feel uneasy anymore.>>

<<But isn't creepy seeing a woman with all these scars, tattoos and a demon look?>>

<<In your body nothing is disgusting or creepy, stop saying that.>>

<<....Can I believe those words?>>

<<Yeah.>> he reaches your face with the hands, <<I, Shiemi and Shion have talked with Yukio and the others about you, and everyone was against your execution... But before you get out of here, I want to finish what I was saying.>>

<<Sorry...>>

<<(Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you to not do something by yourself? Tell me if you want to do something... You make me worry too much.>> putting a wry smile on his face, Rin wraps your hand gently with his.

<<Sorry...>> you squeeze that warm skin, <<I was so afraid to hurt you somehow... You’re the son of Satan and this make you the strongest, but... I'm stronger than your father. Knowing this, how am I supposed to behave around you?>>

<<Oh... Do you want me to leave then?>> he sees your head rests on the cold bars and moves it sideways, <<Promise to tell me before you’ll do something next time. Take me whenever you go, ok?>>

"He's right. I'm not the only one struggling... There's a possibilty that I will die, he must be struggling with it too. In spite of it, he treats me so kindly..." <<Thanks.>>

<<Why are you thanking me?>> the demon is a little confused, to him, he didn't do anything which someone must be thankful for.

<<Haha.>> chuckling, you intertwine your fingers with his, careful to not hurt him with claws, <<It's because you just made me happy.>>

<<How and when?>> "Her fingers are so thin and long, her hands are little... How can she use such powers easily with this body?"

<<Staying by my side now.>> murmuring so, she rests the chin on the bar and smile, <<You’re the first one who talks even touches me after what you saw...>> moving forwards, the girl stops before she could touch his lips, <<I love you so much... Will you stay with me a little longer?>>

<<....You think you need to ask me that?>> Rin smiles showing his fangs with a blush, <<Of course, because I love you too, (Y/N).>>

<<What you said...?!>>

<<....No, what you have said?!>>

Both of you realize just now the each other's words. The girl and the demon have a hard blush on their faces and they avoid their eyes for a while... When the eyes meet again, both laugh and get as near as possible to the partner. You are so happy that tears are falling, you couldn't ask for nothing more than that. The person you love has the same feelings, he is stronger than a normal human, he is kind, funny, caring... If you die now, you’ve no regrets anymore.

<<You’re strong and beautiful...>> now it's Rin who approches your face, <<You are the best woman in the whole world to me, (Y/N).>>

<<Hey Satan.>> you can feel his breath on your lips, and it's a sensation that you depend from already, <<You are praising me too much.>>

<<I'm just telling the truth...>> saying so, the Exwire seals your lips with his, <<I will never let you die, I promise.>>

<<You better keep that.>> you move your free hand to his face, <<I must take you to the Tokyo Tower, remember?>> the boy laughes at the joke and again, he seals your lips with a kiss.

Enjoying the each other presence in the silence, Mephisto comes back and attends your answer. With a smile, the principal goes back to the school dragging Rin along, preparing all the necessary for the trial. Calling a guard, you express your will to talk with the Vatican high autorities.

After that, almost another week pass, and your trial is setted.

 ---

Handcuffed, you get out from your cell, escorted by Mephisto and a guard. You walk until you find on the way all your classmates and Yukio. The guard excuses himself, so the guys approach in a different way. You stay quiet, without any seals, your odd look is out, you’re taller in your demon form, and that doesn't help you to look harmless, so even an "hello" can be dangerous for them. That's what you thought.

<<(Y/N)-san.>> Yukio walks near you and adjusts his glasses.

<<Y-yes!>> you jump stressful, "Close your eyes and bare your teeth!"

<<Don't worry, I don't hate you, not fear you.>> he pats your shoulder, <<You can talk to me about anything. I'll always be here for you.>>

<<E-eh?>> "I heard right? He doesn't hate me?"

<<I don't care what happened in the past, you saved my house, my family and my life, so...>> Bon approches you too and shakes your hands, <<Thanks and sorry for the bad things I did and said to you.>>

<<...>> barely you can process all those kind words, "Are they insane? What is happening? Why everybody is apologizing to me?"

<<(Y/N)-chan!>> Shiemi hugs you, dragging your body down, you're too tall for her now, <<Let's do something fun together after this, ok? I'll wait for you!>>

Even Izumo, Konekomaru and Shima apologize to you, and promise that they’ll try their best to get along with you from now on. All those words are new to you. In the past, no one said those things, no one would look or touch you... Caught off guard again, tears are falling from your surprised face. Everyone get worried, maybe they were too much for you? Why are you crying?

<<Thank you...>> closing your wings, you managed to cover yourself, <<Thank you... Thank you so much...>>

<<Is anyone in there?>> Shiemi gets up on her feet trying to see you, <<Hello?>>

<<The next one is knocking on my wings?>> you move those beautiful dark feathers and see the blond girl in front of you with a smile, opening your wings to get nearer, <<W-what?>>

<<Woah!>> her gaze is like Christmas lights... Where did you see that before? <<Your eyes are so pretty! And the wings are so soft! Can I touch them again?>>

<<E-eh? I don't mind...>> moving one next to the classmate, she ruffles it like an animal, this is embarassing as hell, how you should react to this??

<<It's true!>> now the others are touching them, <<Wow, they smell like cherry blossom! Do you use a shampoo for these?>>

<<Shima, what kind of question is that?!>> Bon hits him and Konekomaru apologizes to you for his rudeness, <<He is stupid, forgive him (Y/N).>>

<<Hahaha, don't worry chicken head.>> "Ops, I shouldn't call him like that, right?"

<<Like the Satan's progeny orders!>> all kneel in front of you. Confused you look Rin, he’s confused as well, they weren't talking about him? Then, you realize.

<<Hold on, first, stand up guys!>>

<<Like the Satan's progeny->>

<<I'm not Satan's daughter... Ah, this is so embarissing!>> you blush a little, <<Please don't kneel again, ok?>>

<<We must obey at the order of Satan's daughter, right?>> Bon says with a smile.

<<Right, I don't wanna burn alive, so let's obey her and him.>> Izumo is in this too?!

<<I agree.>> Yukio too... Why?

<<Guess this prank will go for a long time.>>

<<(Y/N)-san, it's time. We need to go.>> Mephisto will lead the way and the group will follow you too, <<Are you ready?>>

<<Yeah.>> you take a few steps backwards, kneel and rest the head on the ground, <<If I won’t survive, please everyone, take care of Shion for me.>>

You stand up and walk quietly next to Mephisto. The man tried to make fun of you, but those eyes are too much for him too, so he restrained himself. On the way, you feel something on your tail. Feel it better, you understand that is Rin's one. He didn't want to leave you, but he couldn't take your hand so he decided to hold the tail. It's even better, no one will see him doing it, and you will be safe for any suspucious movements.

A bright light lights the path and Mephisto stops in the dark... A room is in front of you, and only that dark line divides you from the beginning of the trial, so that's why the principal stopped.

<<Showing your tail so easily to them, you are gentler than years ago.>> he said crossing the arms behind the back.

<<Shut up. Moreover, you are my lawyer or something like that?>>

<<Indeed.>>

<<Great, I'll go to the gallows right away. Thanks a fuckin’ lot.>>

<<Do not worry, you answer what they will ask and I will support your words.>>

<<(F/N), come in front of us!>>

With that order, the guards add heavy chains on the handcuffs to guide you and avoid any escape attempt. Rin lets your tail go slowly,  and follows the others. Moving forwards, a birght light blinds you for a few seconds.

After your sight is back, you see many people over various floors and three persons covered by a white veil captured your attention.

"So this is the Grigori..." the guards stop you and a powerful anti-demon seal appears on the floor, crushing you down, and other exorcists throwed holy water, worsing your wouds. Angel and Shura are next to you for safety reasons. "Thanks a fuckin’ lot to you too."

Mephisto climbs the stairs and stands in front of the jury. Yukio, Rin and your friends are near the main door, they didin’t have the permission to assist, but Mephisto covered them with an exscuse that he’ll show soon.

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

[22kjde]

Just Tattoo of Us

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2.1k

          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be... crooked, let's say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn't get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don't take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I'm telling you. It's not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the 'Jester of Genocide', if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn't know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn't an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn't get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3-mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn't kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he executes every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealousy wasn't exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

"I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?" A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

"Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y", count me out." She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That's why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It's refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy" and "play with me, Daddy" from Harls every day gets repetitive over time." He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I'm sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J." She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as "Joker" or "Mister J". She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. "I'm serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips... I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious."

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

"I don't think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you're wrong." His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must've stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn't conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

"Puddin'?..." The mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

"Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy's going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail... by... detail." The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could've been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn't her, still loved her in his own way.

"Alright, Daddy, but don't be long. I'll be waiting..." An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin'.

"You've messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She's just your fucking sex toy and she doesn't even realise it, thinking you "love" her and shit." A rant had been building up inside of her until finally, it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a PhD, and you've somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she'd do anything for you. She'd die for you."

"And that's how I like it. People in this city respect me, all because-..."

"That's not respect! That's psychological torture and I'll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls' you can have fun with one minute and couldn't give a fuck about the next." She didn't notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn't even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she began to have second thoughts.

"You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You... are one of a kind. You're unique... You're mine." As he spoke these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the armrests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. "I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you've been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you're alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn't that right?"

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn't even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn't take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

"Play with me, Daddy."