“Well.. That’s what I’m here for. To help clear this mess up that got your name tangled up in it.”

He spoke while gratefully walking in with a bow of his head, he stayed standing when she sat. He watched her flinch and she seemed to.. tense up. All the while she was silently arguing with.. herself? As there wasn’t anyone but him and her, or so he thought.

“As far as I’m concerned, someone is using you for their misplaced affection perhaps? Or maybe it’s some sick creep killing but wanting to make it seem like it’s your fault. Either way, I’m going to prove your innocence.”

He took the time to glance around her apartment, it wasn’t fancy but it wasn’t at all terrible. It was a perfect place that matched the girl quite well. Turning his attention back to her he frowned.

“I’m afraid if you moved.. There’s a chance this could follow you. If they’re doing it to get your attention, this could happen somewhere else.. So instead of going through the hassle of moving, I’ll help you stay where you have the right to.”

He gave a smile, and pocketed his hands.

“How about.. I take you out to lunch? We can discuss more of the details over food. My treat.”

His heart thumped. Hoping. She’d say ‘Yes’..

[ @k-chxn​ ]

█ ∘⡊ *:🥀 ˚⊹ e-steele ; Emmett 

     A scoff pushed past crimson lips ; As if a cop - or.. anyone of that caliber could actually prove to be anything helpful. Geeze, —— What was she even thinking giving this man a chance like this❓  Letting him into her home. Kamiko knew her history with pigs & none of it had ever ended well. — yet here he was- offering her out to lunch & there she sat, adrenaline rising. ; It was the danger of chance that excited her. 

               A Twisted Mentality. 

  “ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥- 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞❓ 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 &- ” Her words were cut off by a violent rumble  ;  her stomach sounding like it was ready to eat her from the inside out !  —— Dark lashes fluttered cutely ; blinking as she looked down, patting her tummy.       “ 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 ” — Seeing that he caught the reference, she gave a *wink in response. However, she was quick to give her demand.

"I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I dare them to confront you in front of me."

He challenged with a slight smirk like smile, before it slowly slipped away.

"I like you, as a person... What I mean is I see and respect you the same even if I didn't know about you and your history."

A brow rose at the grumbling sound and he truthfully couldn't hold back his chuckle that took the form of a short laugh. Now, that was cute. The back of his hand pressed against his mouth softly to help stifle his laughter, his eyes smiling down at her, he indeed caught the reference and gave a nod in her direction for it.

That wink.

He had to bite back his reaction. He didn't want to go giving her red flags now.

"Great, I'll be outside. Take your time."

He gave a wink back as he headed for the door and exited the apartment, he stood outside and waited. Gathering his thoughts as he waited for the spooky girl to get changed.

Blue hues seeming most calm and inviting, his face showing no trace of a smile but his expression was still very friendly. He watched and saw that something clearly irritated her from her first greeting to her second response.

“I’m sorry to disturb you. I’m a detective, and I was hoping I could get a few questions with you.”

He knew she wasn’t the killer. He knew, she couldn’t pull it off. Looking into her eyes, he saw that there was no way she could be a cold blooded murderer that kills for the sheer pleasure. He saw the apprehension on her face before he added-

“If you’re concerned you’re a suspect in the recent string of killings- You aren’t. That’s not why I’m here. A few clues seem to indicate you might be linked, but definitely not responsible for them. I wanted to talk and see if we can figure this out.”

Hopefully he helped her ease some strain, taking the bud of his cigarette from his mouth he let it  fall to the ground and stepped on it. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his badge so she could see proof along with the number on the small shield along with his name. She had his info, in case he mistreated her or lied to her in anyway, to reassure her that she had all she needed to get him fired.

“I’m Emmett Steele, you don’t have to let me in. I would just like to talk.”

Would she let him in? Would she talk to him? Given her horrid relationship with a cop.. He wasn’t so sure.

[ @k-chxn​ ]

█ ∘⡊ *:🥀 ˚⊹ e-steele ; Emmett 

     When he spoke those reassuring words - words she had been waiting so desperately to hear - the woman couldn’t help but let out another breath she had been holding in. - “ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟.” Her figure leaned against the wooden door-frame ; the black silk robe clinging to her voluptuous figure slipping to a partial open ; exposing the sheer gown underneath.  “ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥..𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧.. 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭.”  Stepping to the side ; she allowed the man in- keeping her gaze strict despite her groggy state. 

No. She didn’t trust cops. Not in the slightest - but she was curious, or more so, needing, to know what the detective had to say. Maybe there was some slim chance that he would be able to help her through all this. – “ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.” The beauty declared ; spinning on bare heels to take a seat upon her sofa ; raven locks dripping over the edge.

He spoke while gratefully walking in with a bow of his head, he stayed standing when she sat. He watched her flinch and she seemed to.. tense up. All the while she was silently arguing with.. herself? As there wasn't anyone but him and her, or so he thought.

"As far as I'm concerned, someone is using you for their misplaced affection perhaps? Or maybe it's some sick creep killing but wanting to make it seem like it's your fault. Either way, I'm going to prove your innocence."

He took the time to glance around her apartment, it wasn't fancy but it wasn't at all terrible. It was a perfect place that matched the girl quite well. Turning his attention back to her he frowned.

"I'm afraid if you moved.. There's a chance this could follow you. If they're doing it to get your attention, this could happen somewhere else.. So instead of going through the hassle of moving, I'll help you stay where you have the right to."

He gave a smile, and pocketed his hands.

"How about.. I take you out to lunch? We can discuss more of the details over food. My treat."

His heart thumped. Hoping. She'd say 'Yes'..

Rain began to stain the earth when morning came, a pair of hypnotic blue eyes watched a sleeping figure on a bench in a serene graveyard. On the top floor window of a nearby hotel, aqua eyes looked on as the figure soon shot up. Slowly finding her bearings before spotting the note left on a freshly laid tombstone. Hastily she pocketed the note and fled the cemetery in a groggy hungover stumble.

“I wish… I could meet you.”

Once she disappeared, the mysterious figure took his leave as well with a sadden smile upon his face. A few days passed, there was another killing. The police station was in shambles on what to do, they were trying to help the grieving loved ones of the tragic loss. Cops were running around the station. They were getting more frantic, news cameras and reporters waited outside as they tried getting the juicy details of the victim.

A pair of black boots stepped out of a lifted tall black Ford F-450 truck, a large folder in hand. He let out a ‘Tsk’ at the commotion of the river of people, they were being pushed back by some officers at the doors. The man walked up and showed them he had documents, which meant, he had business to do inside. They moved away from the doors to let him in, he pushed passed the crowd of people with no hesitation.“Hey! Watch it!”

He didn’t care, he glanced to one of the news cameras and gave them something to record. He lifted his hand and gave them his middle finger, before disappearing into the station. One of the desk jockeys sighed seeing someone made it passed the doors. “Can we help you sir?”

The man walked up to the counter and pulled out the papers from his folder.

“Yes, I’m being transferred from the state of Texas to help out with the investigation of the rapid murder cases. My name is Emmett Steele.”

The cop seemed to have relaxed a bit and sighed a little in relief. “Well we can definitely use the help. What ranking were you back in Texas?”

“I was one of the leading detectives in Dallas.”

He had all the paperwork that he needed to get started in LA, handing it to him- the officer went over the papers before standing and gesturing him to follow. “This way, the chief will love to meet you.”

A calm but empty smile was given.

After a month of settling in, the department gave him a good majority of the evidence to look over in his own home. One false accusation was towards the infamous Kamiko Mayumi. She was one of the leading suspects, being a victim of a tragic past, some people assumed she’d be one that might have snapped and started killing people. Some have seen her drunk off her ass. Stumbling across the city at night and falling asleep in cemeteries. But they didn’t have enough evidence to question her. However…

“Let’s pay her a visit.”

Emmett was someone who didn’t seem to care about doing things by the books, so he tracked her down.

After locating her address, he walked up to her apartment and knocked on the door. Waiting for an answer. A cigarette sitting between nude lips as smoke rose from the burning tip.

[ @k-chxn​ ]

█ ∘⡊ *:🥀 ˚⊹ e-steele ; Emmett 

    In the short span of a month ; 20  ℓσνє ησтєѕ  had surfaced ; plaguing graves of loved ones with the name of a bitter witch – Kamiko Mayumi. 

        Or at least –  that’s what people had been saying. 

     Sticking to the comfort ( & safety ) of her own home -  the midnight vixen found herself pacing more often times than not. “ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.. 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞❓ ” Her stressed inquiry reached the small demon lounging on her counter-top ; small digits curled around a lit cigarette as he puffed. “ 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩- 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣’ 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚. ” – The statement earned her chest to thunder ; a sharp pain stinging her temple as she clamped her eyes tight - smacking the side of her head as if it’d calm her racing thoughts. “ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐨 - ” —- There was a loud knock given to her front door ; heart dropping as beautiful wines were quick to drown in panic. “ 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙖. ” —- A glare was shot to the demon - shaky fingertips hastily reaching up to wipe the fallen makeup from under her eyes. “ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭..𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.“ – Kamiko had managed to calm her voice ; tone somehow pleasant. 

     With palms clammy & heart continuing to pound - the beauty took a deep breath ; eyes closed before she swallowed her worries & opened up the door.  ——  “ 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮❓  ”  —— The detective would be able to see that the girl had gotten..no sleep in at least, the past few weeks ; dark circles to all hell & she was looking.. even paler than usual ( not that he would know ) - Not that, that could even be possible. - Point blank : she wasn’t lookin’ so hot.  “ 𝙃𝙖𝙝. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. Literally.  𝘿𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗, 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. ”  Being the only one who can see & hear Satan’s little shit spawn - Kamiko closed her eyes once more , taking one rough inhale before exhaling with aggravation ;  her gaze returning to glance up at the man with a now less than pleased expression.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm a detective, and I was hoping I could get a few questions with you."

He knew she wasn't the killer. He knew, she couldn't pull it off. Looking into her eyes, he saw that there was no way she could be a cold blooded murderer that kills for the sheer pleasure. He saw the apprehension on her face before he added-

"If you're concerned you're a suspect in the recent string of killings- You aren't. That's not why I'm here. A few clues seem to indicate you might be linked, but definitely not responsible for them. I wanted to talk and see if we can figure this out."

Hopefully he helped her ease some strain, taking the bud of his cigarette from his mouth he let it  fall to the ground and stepped on it. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his badge so she could see proof along with the number on the small shield along with his name. She had his info, in case he mistreated her or lied to her in anyway, to reassure her that she had all she needed to get him fired.

"I'm Emmett Steele, you don't have to let me in. I would just like to talk."

Would she let him in? Would she talk to him? Given her horrid relationship with a cop.. He wasn't so sure.

      Morning rain sprinkled across porcelain vanity ; misty lashes slowly fluttering to an open before the dark beauty jolted from her slumber. - She had done it yet again. Passing out drunk in some random cemetery that just happened to be in walking distance..& now, it looked like a storm was rolling in.  - she needed to get home. - but dear satan, her head was spinning. 

        “ 𝐦𝐦..𝐦𝐟𝐦.. ” Carmine irises narrowed ; breath mumbling as the vixen languidly dragged her boots against the dampened grass beneath her ; not yet ready to stand. —- A flickering envelope stuck to a freshly planted grave caught her peripherals ; it’s scarlet wax stamp keeping it’s hold against the headstone before the beauty stumbled her way over to it, heart pounding with dread. 

            This looked just like the last one.. 

      Hesitant ; a dainty hand reached out, peeling the wet envelope from stone before quickly shoving it into her trench-coat pocket – making her way past the cemetery gates looking.. very suspicious in the process.  ( well if anyone was looking )

    Her head was a mess. Not only did she have a massive hangover from last nights shenanigans but- this envelope.. the last one.. had been directed towards her.   No. It’s not what you think. There was no threatening undertone in the note(s).. or at least not to her - they were simply words of pure..endearment. - Who they were from however, she hadn’t the slightest clue. 

         With her head hung & back pressed to an alley wall, Kamiko retrieved the envelope, opening it ; careful not to tear the already soggy paper.

[ 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒  𝓌𝒶𝓈  𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑒  𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒦𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑜 

              𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃  𝒾𝓃  𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈  𝐼  𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉  𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. ] 

"I wish... I could meet you."

Once she disappeared, the mysterious figure took his leave as well with a sadden smile upon his face. A few days passed, there was another killing. The police station was in shambles on what to do, they were trying to help the grieving loved ones of the tragic loss. Cops were running around the station. They were getting more frantic, news cameras and reporters waited outside as they tried getting the juicy details of the victim.

A pair of black boots stepped out of a lifted tall black Ford F-450 truck, a large folder in hand. He let out a 'Tsk' at the commotion of the river of people, they were being pushed back by some officers at the doors. The man walked up and showed them he had documents, which meant, he had business to do inside. They moved away from the doors to let him in, he pushed passed the crowd of people with no hesitation."Hey! Watch it!"

He didn't care, he glanced to one of the news cameras and gave them something to record. He lifted his hand and gave them his middle finger, before disappearing into the station. One of the desk jockeys sighed seeing someone made it passed the doors. "Can we help you sir?"

The man walked up to the counter and pulled out the papers from his folder.

"Yes, I'm being transferred from the state of Texas to help out with the investigation of the rapid murder cases. My name is Emmett Steele."

The cop seemed to have relaxed a bit and sighed a little in relief. "Well we can definitely use the help. What ranking were you back in Texas?"

"I was one of the leading detectives in Dallas."

He had all the paperwork that he needed to get started in LA, handing it to him- the officer went over the papers before standing and gesturing him to follow. "This way, the chief will love to meet you."

A calm but empty smile was given.

After a month of settling in, the department gave him a good majority of the evidence to look over in his own home. One false accusation was towards the infamous Kamiko Mayumi. She was one of the leading suspects, being a victim of a tragic past, some people assumed she’d be one that might have snapped and started killing people. Some have seen her drunk off her ass. Stumbling across the city at night and falling asleep in cemeteries. But they didn’t have enough evidence to question her. However...

"Let’s pay her a visit."

Emmett was someone who didn’t seem to care about doing things by the books, so he tracked her down.

After locating her address, he walked up to her apartment and knocked on the door. Waiting for an answer. A cigarette sitting between nude lips as smoke rose from the burning tip.

      As her date continued to speak, Kamiko slipped a small sky-blue pill from her heart-shaped purse.  —— It was time to change. – 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. It was incredibly tiny, so he couldn’t even tell she had popped something into her mouth– calmly grabbing her water before swooshing it down.      Now, it was a bit close in time to taking a second dose, these pills were immensely strong despite their size– but she would be fine. 

      With a soft clear of her throat, the dragon leaned in ; reaching her hand to lay over his as captivating blues locked with burning wines. “ Thank you, Emmett. For everything you have said”  Obsidian silk draped over petite shoulders ; porcelain lids veiling as shadows of her lashes danced in scarlet.  “ I to, will be your helping hand. ”

    Pulling away, she languidly brought her figure back against the backrest of her chair ; The waiter coming over with a trey of cream-cheese filled won-tons. It was complimentary. Like how some restaurants do the basket of bread.

  “ Ooo ~ ”  The beauty coos her attention immediately turning to the appetizers ; mouth watering  ——  “ Oh–” she blinks ; roseate cheeks  “ Sorry, you had asked me what I usually like to order, correct? ” — “ Well, I like the same as you, steamed rice, chicken && teriyaki. mmm- But, what I usually tend to go for is Sushi.” she licks her lips. “ Truly, I can not get enough! – Tonight however, I will get an array of things.– Like this tempura they are advertising looks delicious! ”  

     But that’s just Asian dishes. Really, she could eat   a n y t h i n g.

— @e-steele​  ♥

Everytime she locked her gaze with his, he felt a warm and tingling sensation throughout his body starting from his core. He watched her movements with close precision, he noticed her quick change of the subject to a more light topic.Following her lead, he picked up his menu. 

 "Hm.. Sushi is delicious. I'd like to try what you tend to get, but I'll also order some teriyaki chicken. Do you like Japanese desserts?" 

 He glanced up back at her, seeing her act a bit.. different, not sure what was causing it or what started. Whether she was faking it or not, but he didn't want to keep the mood gloomy either. 

 "I'd like to take a vacation to Japan someday, would you like to go with me?" 

 He placed his menu down after deciding what he was going to order, in doing so, he realized something.. He found himself lost in her beauty. He looked to her, waiting for her responses and got lost in her eyes. He had never seen anyone more breathetaking than her. 

Lucy had managed to get close enough to her keys and whip, that if she needed to, she could defend herself against this… this weirdo that decided to break into her apartment. Maybe she should talk to her landlady about possibly getting better ways to secure the homes in this building. You know, like some reliable locks on all the doors and windows. How could a girl feel safe if they had to worry about people popping up out of no where in her apartment at any given point. If only money could pop up like this for her to pay rent without having to worry about her clothes being burned off. Yea that would be great!

But she paused the moment he said he was hired to be her… Her… HER BODYGUARD????!! WHO THE HELL HIRED HIM? It sure as hell wasn’t her who did. hell it wasn’t even her father… Her old man passed away a while ago. Sides, he would have sent a whole guild, not just one person if any past experiences said anything to the matter.The blondes mind ran a mile a minute as she seemed to try and calculate what exactly this… this CREEPER just said.

Brown eyes narrowed in on the tall male as he straightened himself after giving his name and claiming she didn’t have to be scared. How did she manage to get lucky with all the weirdos? First there was Natsu, then Gray and Erza… she really couldn’t forget Happy. Well Wendy and Carla wasn’t that weird…BUT THAT WASN’T THE POINT!

“Look…Emmett was it? I don’t get why I need a bodyguard. I didn’t hire you do this. Hell I don’t even have the cash to even be able to support keeping you on staff. So this really must be a mistake.” That’s right, this was definitely a mistake. Why else would some creep be standing in her apartment… in her bedroom, like it was just an ordinary thing. “And haven’t you ever heard of knocking? It’s not particularly very nice to break into someones home.”

She was upset. And understandably so. Who the hell just broke into another persons home like they owned the place….. Wait… don’t answer that.

@e-steele

Her reaction was what he expected more or less, he watched her frantically try to wrap her head around his presence and the purpose of him being in her home. “You don’t need to pay me. All I need to do is be your bodyguard.”

To be honest, he wasn’t sure who hired him either..She was someone who seemed capable of handling herself... Why did she need him? No matter. He was assigned to guard her and he never fails a mission.

“I was hired anonymously, my organization has a few clients that do this sort of thing.” A light shrug followed his statement. “I’m sorry but you can’t dismiss me so easily. Once I begin a task I follow through.” A pause. He made a face while he was thinking over the way he broke into her apartment. “Well, technically.. I didn’t break in. I just climbed into the window, I didn’t damge anything of yours.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“I also questioned my actions  though... I had a feeling addressing you this way would be a bad idea.. But I didn’t think you’d take me seriously If I just knocked on your front door and said ‘HI! I’m your newly hired bodyguard! Can I come in?’ I think you would have been just as concerned as you are now...”