carracosta | set u free

[ Work today was kinda tough - it wasn't that there wasn't anything to do, but now that the store wasn't doing so well there was less money to go around and pay everyone... Money's money, so she'll take what she can get, but...

Haha. No time to be worried. She's just in front of her front door, the kids can't see her looking like this. It'd worried them. So! With a smile on her face, she steps inside the house. ]

Yo! Sis is home...

[ But there's no reply. The twins don't come running up to her and start hugging each of her legs, and Fuyuka doesn't come running out of the kitchen, Aki in tow, telling her that dinner will be ready soon. No one's there to greet her.

No, it's not that no one's there. They can't greet her.

There's blood everywhere, and her stomach sinks. ]

What... What happened...?

[ The very family she's sacrificed her whole life to are on the ground, lifeless, laying in puddles of their own blood.

This is the part where she gulps, but it hurts to even breath. Her throat hurts. Her lungs feel like they just stopped working. Her heart probably did too.

There's someone at the table. ]

... Isuke-sama? Is that you?

[ What's wrong with this picture here? ]

Welcome home. ♥ [she doesn't move from where she's sitting, only turning her head to flash a pleasant smile at Haruki.

her hands are clean. there isn't a single spot of blood on Isuke despite the slaughter around her, but it's obvious who's responsible. ah, this is great. she knows that Haruki won't be happy with this at first. it's fine, though; they've got plenty of time for Haruki to learn to be grateful.

she'll make sure that Haruki learns to be grateful. just look at all the trouble Isuke went through, all for her.]

Did you have a nice day?

[because Isuke sure did.]

[ It only takes that voice to get Haruki over the edge. Just hearing it makes her stomach churn and gets her adrenaline going.

She hasn't felt like this in a long while.

Striding across the room, she stands in front of where Isuke sits at the table (the table her family ate her, the one where everyone would smile and laugh despite there being either low quality food or just not enough to go around, the table they would always find time to sit at together, as a family) and reaches out to her.

Haruki grabs her by the fabric of top, pulling her up so that they're eye level.

She's livid. She's angry. She's upset. She's sad. There's water welling up at the corner of her eyes, but she holds them back in favor of yelling at her. ]

What the fuck did you do to my family, Isuke?

Oh my~ don't use rude language like that. ♥

[the grab is met with no resistance or protest, oddly enough. Isuke's smile doesn't falter- she laughs, in fact. not at Haruki's anger, but her ignorance. but she'll see, eventually, that this was for her own good and that she's better off like this.

Isuke raises a hand, lets it gently rest on Haruki's cheek.]

It isn't what Isuke did to them, it's what she did for you. ♥ Even an idiot would be able to see.

For me? You're outta your mind. This is some sick joke, isn't it? You're fucking kidding me.

[ Haruki clutches onto her tighter, eyes glaring right into Isuke's eyes. Her laugh makes her sick. What a disgusting sound. ]

They were my family, and you-- [ Her voice wavers when Isuke's hand cups her cheek, but she has to keep herself steady or else Isuke's going to take that as a sign of vulnerability. Haruki can cry afterwards, once Isuke's done with. ]

You slaughtered them. What if I went in and killed your parents, huh? How would that feel?!

Well, for starters, you wouldn't even be able to put a scratch on Isuke's parents. [her mama is very capable tyvm. and bara dad is also probably pretty strong.

don't mind her as she strokes Haruki's face.

her other hand discreetly reaches for her knife.]

Don't you get it? You're free now~ ♥

Free from what?

[ Isuke doesn't have to answer that. In the back of her mind, she knows the answer. It's obvious - no one has to dig deep into her character to know what she's caged in by.

She stares, long and hard, without saying anything.

Isuke's smile, the way her hand gently caresses her cheek...

Dammit. ]

Fuck you! [ She roughly lets her go, almost throwing her back into the chair she was sitting in earlier. This is fucking frustrated. ]

Dammit... [ Her voice wavers. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. ]

[Isuke's so patient today. just look at that infuriating smile. she lets go of the knife at the same time Haruki pushes her away, inwardly relieved that she won't have to cut her.

... a few cuts won't hurt, maybe. but not yet.]

You can cry if you want. Isuke won't make fun of you. ♥ Ahaha, that's a promise!

Don't give me that bullshit.

[ She's not going to cry. She wants to, but she isn't. Isuke's not going to give her that satisfaction. ]

Can you leave? You've done enough damage for today. [ Her voice is low, flat with a lack of emotion, as she turns around. The (lifeless, cold, bloodied, dead) bodies of her family are all lying on the ground like they were just puppets that fell off of a shelf.

She walks over to one. Fuyuka's head is turned her way, and Haruki looks away. ]

[silly Haruki.

Isuke is never leaving.]

Birds that have been in captivity for a really long time take a while to properly adapt to freedom... ♥

Isuke can be patient~

[or so she says. at least she doesn't follow Haruki when she approaches one of the bodies.]

[ Fine. Whatever. If Isuke doesn't want to leave, then whatever. Haruki's going to ignore her.

Or is she?

She crouches down, brushing her hand over Fuyuka's forehead softly. Her hair's in the way of her eyes. The hair clip that usually keeps her bangs out of the way is somewhere else, probably fell off when she...

Haruki bites down on the inside of her cheek. ]

Fuyuka wanted to do something with her life. Wanted to be something like a nurse, I think... 'cause ma was always in the hospital. Guess she wanted to do something that could help her. [ She's mostly just talking to herself. If Isuke wants to chime in, then whatever. ] She had to stop school early to help me take care of everyone else...

[ From her crouching position, Haruki just plops her ass onto the ground, looking at the rest of the bodies littering the floor. A bitter laugh leaves her lips. ]

Dragged her and the rest of these little rugrats down with me even when I worked to make them smile. I worked so hard... you know?

[ She hates that these dead bodies aren't even looking back at her. Maybe it's better that way, though. ]

[no comment, because she doesn't care about that. they're dead. gone. no point in dwelling over a few hunks of flesh and bone lying around.

it annoys her.

why can't Haruki see ahead? what's in front of her? Isuke is here along with an open sky and that's all that should matter now.]

Stand up, won't you? ♥ They don't even matter anymore, you know.

I already said it— you're free.

[her hand is reaching for her knife again.]

Didn't I tell you to leave?

[ Haruki doesn't bother looking back behind her. Her eyes keep themselves trained on the scene in front of her.

It's her family, and she feel like she should be reacting more violently. Tears. Yelling. Revenge. The most she's feeling now is numbness and a growing irritation (fondness) for Isuke's voice. ]

I didn't need you. I could've gotten my freedom myself.

I don't need you. [ A lie. It's quite the opposite, but the thought gets buried into the back of her mind. ]

Yes you do.

[matter-of-factly.

well, that about does it. she suddenly grabs Haruki around her middle with one arm, pulling her close, Isuke's knife plunging through cloth and skin into the front of Haruki's left shoulder.

it's more of a warning than anything else; make it worse and Isuke will do worse. she giggles and presses her face against Haruki's neck, inhaling her scent.]

Don't say such terrible things like that. ♥ We both know how you really feel, so don't even bother lying.

Got it? No lying to Isuke~ ♥

[she twists the blade.]

[ Haruki''s breath hitches, and she sucks in a sharp breath when the cold steel meets her flesh. It hurts. Isuke's breath on her neck brings an odd contrast to the feeling. The knife's cold but her neck feels warm. ]

I'm - [ Another wince. Damn knife ] - not lying to you.

[ With a swift motion, she elbows Isuke in the gut and knocks her away ]

If you're not going to believe me, do I need to prove myself to you? I'll go ahead and do so gladly.

[ She pulls the knife out with a grunt, her fingers tightly holding onto it. ]

Ahh~? Don't make this difficult for yourself~

[wow good thing she's got a second knife. she pulls that out, flipping it in her hand and pointing it at Haruki.

she wasn't not expecting something like this, so it's fine. any damage done to Haruki can be healed, scars nonwithstanding.

... leaving a few scars here and there would be nice, though. Isuke smile sand motions to her.]

But if you must. ♥

I beg to differ, but talk isn't going to get us anywhere -- is it!

[ She dashes forward, knife in hand, thrusting a fist from the side at Isuke's face.

She's never seen Isuke fight before, but she's never underestimated her either. She's a force to be reckon with, but she can match her. No problem.

Her fist seems to falter, probably the aim is off thanks to the gash in her shoulder. ]

[she takes a step back out of Haruki's range. child's play.]

Conversation is a key factor in any healthy relationship. ♥ [ha. healthy.] Didn't you know about that?

[the knife might be an annoyance- might. this isn't anything Isuke can't handle. she jabs at Haruki's wounded shoulder with a fist, her own knife swinging up at her other arm.]

Talk to me. ♥

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[ She pulls back enough to get away from that knife, but the jab to her shoulder stings. Knives aren't a new weapon, but man, knifeplay really isn't her forte. ]

Then tell me why you did it.

[ Haruki moves forward to take a few jabs at her; if Isuke evades it, there's another punch or kick right after one another. ]

To set you free.

[she's better at close combat than things like bombs or wire traps or sniping. Isuke alternates between dodging and blocking, only taking one then two more attempts at slashing Haruki.]

Now you've got nothing holding you back!

[and a third cut-]

That's the thing - who said you could do that?! Who said you could come in here and set me free?! [ She dodges those last attempts at cutting her, and Haruki moves in to push Isuke down to the ground. ]

Why is it you?!

[ Her legs straddle her hips, and she aims the knife downward at Isuke. It's in the air, ready to strike at any moment.

She probably doesn't realize that she's finally crying, the tears just dripping down her face and dropping onto Isuke.

Haruki doesn't realize that the hand holding the knife is shaking. ]

Why... Why did you do this for me, Isuke-sama? [ Haruki's voice wavers, going soft, her face twisted in a look of anguish and confusion. ]

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[she lets Haruki straddle her, a laugh playing with the corners of her mouth. it's exciting! Haruki's emotions are going wild and it's all because of Isuke, only Isuke could get these sorts of reactions out of her. delicious.

ah- there's water on her face.

Isuke smiles wider, touching one of the droplets with a finger. she doesn't seem to be all that concerned about the knife hovering above her.]

I thought you would know the answer to that~ ♥

[she brushes the back of her hand, the one holding her knife, over Haruki's thigh.]

Do I have to spell it out for you?

[or carve it out? she suddenly drags the blade across skin.]

[ That smile makes her sick. How can she be smiling like that? What's she so damn happy about?

Haruki does her best to ignore that pain in her thigh - grits her teeth, tries not to grimace when the steel cuts through her flesh - and brings her hand down.

She has Isuke underneath her with a knife to her neck, but it doesn't touch her skin.

It's not that she can't kill her. She's killed before. Something's keeping her from doing it. ]

Don't - [ She hisses, restraint from giving Isuke the satisfaction that the cut hurts disappearing for a second ] - don't give me that bullshit.

[ Please. Please - just get this over with. ]

Tell me!

[what a fool. her breath hitches, but not out of fear. that's so touching; Haruki can't even make the blade make minimal contact.

Isuke shifts her hand, catching droplets of warm blood, and looks up at Haruki with a tender gaze.]

I love you.

[she drops the knife and lightly presses her fingers against the wound she'd inflicted.]

You... [ Why is she looking at her like that? Why is she saying that?

Haruki doesn't move the knife away from Isuke's neck, but even if Isuke moves, it still doesn't make contact with her skin. ]

I thought you hated getting blood on your hands.

[ She eyes her thigh, stained red with the blood, but then her gaze rests on Isuke's hand. ]

I do hate it. But Isuke can make an exception for yours. ♥

I wouldn't mind bathing in it~

[well then...! she slowly smears her hand down Haruki's leg before touching her own cheek with it, leaving a smudge of red.]

You'd bathe in blood? That's really unhygienic.

[ The knife at Isuke's throat gets tossed to the side somewhere. The corners of her eyes are still wet, and there are still tears, but she's... calmed down. Considerably so, oddly enough.

Haruki reaches for Isuke's hand, the one covered in blood, bringing it up to her mouth and looks back down at her.

Taking in Isuke's digits into her mouth, she licks off the blood. She doesn't break off eye contact. ]

I don't get you at all.

[she curls her fingers against Haruki's tongue. warm.]

I don't need to explain myself to get my feelings through. ♥

[actions speak louder than words. slaughtering Haruki's family for her sake surely made Isuke's feelings clear enough.]

But how does Haruki feel?

[ There's a bit of blood at the corner of her mouth, but it goes unnoticed.

When she's done with Isuke's fingers, she lets her head rest against her hand, comforted by the warmth. ]

I... don't know. Empty? [ She searches for the words. Her face wrinkles up in contemplation. ] I don't have a purpose anymore.

What am I supposed to do now? [ The look on her face looks... helpless. Lost. ]

[the blood looks nice like that- a little spot of red that matches Haruki's hair. Isuke slowly tries to sit up. the view is nice from below, but she wants to see Haruki at equal eye level.]

Ahh~ you're wrong, and wrong~ ♥

Isuke is here, remember? Isuke will always be here for you. ♥

[her other hand raises, so that she's cupping Haruki's face with both hands.]

... Isuke-sama.

[ The name's soft on her lips. She opens her eyes to see Isuke looking back at her, lovingly and with a desire she's never seen on anyone else... A look she's never seen anyone look at her with.

Her cheeks are flushed. She leans forward to wrap her arms around Isuke's shoulders, nuzzling her face against the softness of Isuke's hands. ]

Help me.

[so poor and helpless. vulnerable. soft. her arms slip around Haruki, holding her close and rubbing her back.

she loves this defenseless side of Haruki.]

Mmm. ♥ [maybe there won't be a need to carve her.

but it'd be nice to seal the deal, you know? make it clear that Haruki belongs to her, and her alone.]

I'll do whatever I can~ just for you. ♥

What does this mean for us?

[ A valid question, considering all that's happened. Isuke said "I love you", so...

Does that mean they're lovers? How does she even know how she feels about Isuke? ]

Make me yours. [ It sounds desperate. ] If you'll do anything for me, it's... It's that. [ Though desperate, she has a more firm look on her face, like this is what she needs and she knows she needs it. ]

[the words ring sweeter in her ear than ~~the angels' trumpets~~ the loveliest birdsong. a strange feeling flutters inside her, and Isuke has to bite back a soft moan.

just that alone was enough to get an aroused reaction out of her. she presses her lips against Haruki's cheek, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to her mouth.]

Gladly. You're Isuke's now, okay? All mine~ ♥

[she reaches for the knife she'd dropped.]

Yeah. Yours.

[ Ah. Isuke's lips feel nice against her skin. When their lips meet, Haruki kisses her back with a ferosity she didn't know she had.

Her hand tangles in Isuke's hair, clinging to the back of her head and brings her closer in desperation and desire.

It's like she doesn't notice the knife. Or maybe she does, and just chooses to ignore it. Haruki doesn't care anymore, at this point. ]

[Haruki really has given in, huh? she's kissing Isuke like this with the corpses of her family scattered around them, after all. one of Isuke's hands gently wraps around the back of Haruki's neck, while the other raises the knife.

breaking off the kiss so soon doesn't seem right.

she doesn't cut through skin, but only the material of Haruki's cardigan and shirt. still, it's unavoidable that the blade grazes her.]

[ Her breath hitches at the sudden draft, shivering only slightly as the steel edge of the knife just grazes against her skin.

A light graze, enough to just puncture skin and let beads of blood dot her skin.

Haruki's face is flushed, but she keeps their kiss in tact despite wanting to breathe. ]

[she doesn't like blood.

but Haruki's is the exception. she sets to tugging at the cut shirt, pulling it down to expose her shoulders; meanwhile, she briefly opens her mouth to gasp for air without breaking away.

her fingers trace the light cut along the length of Haruki's back. Isuke shudders at the warm moistness against her fingertips, leaning back and pulling Haruki on top of her.]

[ Haruki seizes the opportunity presented to her when Isuke's mouth opens, darting her tongue in and deepening that kiss. She's dizzy with the way she's frantically kissing Isuke, but Isuke's the only thing she wants right now.

Her hands clutch fistfuls of Isuke's hair, tugging her closer. There's a moment where Haruki shivers, even moans quietly against the kiss, the wound on her back sensitive to her touch. ]

[she wraps her legs around Haruki, fervently kissing back. are the dead eyes of her family members watching? good. they can watch their breadwinner and precious beloved sister fuck Isuke in the midst of the bloody room.

once Haruki comes back to her senses, if she ever does, the aftermath will be beautiful.]

Mmmh... [a brief break from the kiss] Tell Isuke how much you want her. ♥

[ It feels like someone is watching her. It makes her shiver, more than the way Isuke kisses her does, a jolt running down her spine. She's got half a mind to open her eyes, realize what's going on and look behind her -

but Isuke's voice keeps her grounded, or maybe it keeps her head above the clouds and lures her in. ]

I want you. [ She feels her throat going dry. One of her hands finds Isuke's cheek, fingers brushing against her cheekbone and cupping the side of her face... she brushes some hair out of her eyes too. ]

I need you. Badly.

More than anything else in the whole world. ♥

[aww, those were nice words from Haruki. Isuke feels warm and fuzzy inside even when the people she had murdered earlier are still watching in the room.

she tilts her head, her own hand moving up to slide over Haruki's.]

Want and need are are only parts of something bigger— love. Remember what Isuke said? I love you. Now you say...

[she smiles and waits expectantly.]

[ That's what's missing.

The three words she's only ever said to the members of her family - all 9 siblings and her mother - and now they're all gone. Who else could she say this simple and meaningful phrase to?

(The thought of her dead family watching her as she confesses her feelings to the murderer is pushed away, as if she doesn't want to think about it right now. She's overcome with a stronger desire, a feeling that makes her stomach lurch in ways different than when she saw Fuyuka's dead eyes stare right at her.)

There's a smile on Haruki's face. ]

I love you, too.

[thx for validating her crazy yan mindset

Haruki's words stoke the crazy-ass flames, encouraging Isuke to pull Haruki closer to her own body, almost greedily. it's different when Haruki says it and when her parents say it. this is love she was never aware of until she decided that Haruki was worth the troubles she never went through for anyone else.

it's the best reward for killing people she'd ever gotten.]

... Prove it.

[her lips brush over Haruki's jaw, teasing and tantalizing.]

[ if Isuke has a crazy yan mindset and some crazy ass flames what does that make Haruki?

She turns her head immediately, catching Isuke's lips in a desperate kiss much like earlier. This time, her hands wander. First, one grabs a fistful of hair, tugging her closer. The other hand drags itself down the side of her body. Her fingers clutch at her crop top and skirt for a second, but ultimately it just rests against her thigh.

Because people need air to breath, she pulls away and looks down at her. ]

I love you.

[ How's that for proof? Haruki doesn't think she even has to much of anything. That's how serious she is. ]

[she was waiting, hoping for Haruki to touch her like that. physical need is just as important as emotional need, ya kno.

her legs wrap around Haruki. Isuke's slightly panting from the kiss like a schoolgirl who'd just had her first one, though it's more excitement than shortage of breath.]

From now on, you don't have to worry about any burden any longer. No worries, no stress... isn't that nice? ♥

That's because all you have and need is Isuke.

[she's the world.]

What are you getting out of this? [ It's not uncommon for her to think about the pros and cons of everything - heck, she's lived most of her life based on supply and demand. Look for profit in whatever she does, because it could potentially be gain for her family.

She looks down at Isuke, half-lidded like she's in some sort of daze, hand placed softly at her thigh. It slips upward a bit, enough to just gently push that skirt out of the way. ]

I have you - but what are you... [ Is there something more to this that she's missing? She's observant and perceptive to a point, but Haruki's no mind reader. Half the time, despite being able to read Isuke's actions fairly well, she doesn't get what goes through her head. ]

I get you.

[obviously!! she shifts a bit in Haruki's lap, a sigh of contentment breathing past her lips. right now, at this moment, Haruki is more important than even money. maybe even as important as Mama and Papa.]

You have Isuke, and Isuke has you. ♥ That's fair, isn't it?

[intoxicated on her obsession. she impatiently begins to pull at Haruki's clothes, undoing her ribbon and buttons.]

set u free

this is so painful wtf

laughs and cries blood

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