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[finding a new motive to add to her short list that consisted of two (her parents, and money) was maybe the best thing that ever happened to Isuke in a while.

and she did this favor for free. no charge. damn, she feels so generous.

killing them was quick and easy, a simple matter of moving through the shitty little house and quietly snapping the neck of each child she came across. Isuke doesn't like blood or noise, after all. and Haruki's mother... she didn't even see it coming, peacefully sleeping in her futon.

merciful deaths. that's just another bonus to the favor she's doing for Haruki.

Isuke leaves their bodies where they had dropped to the floor. that's a mess to be cleaned up later, when Haruki comes back home. for now, she waits, sitting at the kitchen table with her chin propped on one hand.]

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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.]

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