Isui

usual trigger warnings.

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Part 3

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Belmon had fallen asleep after only ten minutes of silence on the roof. Isui had her left hand in his hair massaging his scalp while he slept. Her nails were long, but she always kept them blunt for Belmons sake of head scratches...they were thick, and grew out almost like claws on her hands, naturally sharp. a lot of things she had were sharp. Her teeth, nails, even the points of the corners of her eyes looked like a sharp point. The horns that were at the side of her head, just above both of her ears, they were curved like a rams, but incredibly pointy at the end.

Anyways, Belmon shifted slightly in his sleep whenever Isui stood. She came to the edge of the ledge they sat on, stepping down onto the sloped roof. it creaked slightly under her feet, but it didn't cave in at all. She came to the very edge, getting onto her hands and knees and lifting herself downward, onto the roof hanging below the one she was on. She did this until she was near the ground. The last ledge was about 30 feet from the ground, connected to the back hall of the castle. Isui jumped down from it, landing oddly on her feet, which made her wince, but she walked it off shortly after. She was now at the cliffs edge, maybe another 50 feet from the ocean.

Belmon had soon dropped down beside her, his shoulders slumping, and his hair still messy from when Isui was messing with it.

"what are you doing?" Belmons voice was hoarse until he cleared his throat. he hated the feeling in his throat.

"Looking."

"at what?"

"the ocean?" Isui said in an obvious tone, rolling her eyes heavily.

"what for? whlas the view from the ledge not good enough?" Belmon asked, now coming to the edge and sitting down. his legs hung off the edge. Isui soon joined him. "you know Tijirn will have your head if he sees you outside like this."

"right." Isuis tone was Sarcastic and dry..it seemed as if she wasn't actually listening.

A moment of silence was held between the two for at least 5 minutes or more...The ocean was louder down here, and the wind was harsher, which caused Isui to close her eyes more than once to keep them from drying out horribly or watering. it didn't hurt, but that was always irritating.

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silence.

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a small seagull landed infront of Isui, then bit at its ankle. it's beak was a pale pink with brown spots at the nose, and it's feathers were white and black.

Isui reached her hand forward to touch it, but it nipped at her finger, making her gasp and pull her hand away. The tip of her finger was bleeding.

"ahh the damn bloke." Belmon said, waving his arms in the direction of the bird, which made it fly away. "must clean that up before it gets infected, who knows what the bird could be carrying."

"it's fine."

"it will get infected..."

"it's fine..." she said in a slightly more serious tone, which made Belmon sigh, but nod. Isui now had her finger in her mouth, sucking on the small wound that was on it. As she knew, it was nothing close to being a serious cut. she had been bitten by so many animals, than a mear bird didn't scare her.

another moment of silence.

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"do you see how we can't see our reflection in the water?" Isui pointed down to the ocean. it was shallow where they were. "because it's rushing so fiercely against the rocks." She finishes. Belmon nodded.

"so?"

"so...I feel as I'd the ocean is similar to rage..you can't see the truth in rage. But, see," Isui pointed to the calm tide pool, which was closer to them. "you can see our reflections in the calm water."

"what are you saying?" Belmon laughed slightly.

"you can not see truth in the raging water, but when the water calms, clarity comes." Isui frowned. "but clarity can be tampered with." As she spoke, she tossed a small rock into the tide pool, making it ripple. "I have just messed up clarity."

"I..do not understand." Belmon said softly. "you are comparing nature to the mind, yet they are completely different."

"maybe my mind is a bit too obtuse for you." Isui laughed, though Belmon seemed to take offense to that. "I'm joking, Belmon. I guess I just don't make sense sometimes."

"sometimes?" Belmon laughed, but it made Isui rolled her eyes again. she found it unamusing. "joking, obviously.."

"right.." Isui Looked away, her eyes shifting back down to the water, which was slightly calmer than before. The seagulls were standing in the shallows, dipping their heads down in the water- probably searching for clams. There were none in this area. "Anyways." She said, standing back up and taking a step back from the edge. the wind picked back up and blew her hair back into her face. "Shall we walk? to our usual place?"

"near the courtyard?"

"no, the garden, across from the fountain."

"that's near the front though?" Belmon asked, raising his eyebrows to Isui. she acted as if there weren't a million courtyards in this area.

"we have one near the front?" Isui's eyes grew slightly larger, as if she were surprised by such a discovery. "no, the one by the lake- by the boarder or the capital walls. it has the green vines that reqch the very top." Isui sighed, running her hands down the dress she wore, flattening it on her legs. it was a yellow, silk night dress. "well?"

"I suppose." Belmon agreed, standing up and Taking Isui's hands, which were cold to the touch. He walked in front while she was pulled along behind him, her eyes wandering around to the trees, sometimes down to the ground, sometimes her eyes met the back of Belmons head, where she admired how nice his hair looked. for a man who was always working or in some kind of combat, his hair wad always tied up neatly so it didn't hang over his shoulders.

The courtyard was only a five minute walk from where they had been, which made it a good spot to sneak off to if they didn't want to be caught by anyone. after all, if she was caught, they may have her head.

The courtyard was small. it was only big enough to hold a small, round tea table, a few matching chairs, and a tiny area that looked like it was made for a children's marble game to be played. the stone wall circling around it was governed in grey moss and sun-bleached ivy vines, and the rock flooring of it was broken and covered in moss, vines, leaves, and parts of the stone was broken up from tree roots breaking through it. It was incredibly dreadful, but it meald many good memories.

Belmon pulled out one of the sun-bleached, metal chairs for Isui to sit down in, then he sat down in the one opposite from it. The tea table sat in between them.

"It gets worse everything we come." Belmom said in a soft tone.

"worse? it's just being taken back over by the earth, and there isn't anything wrong with that." Isui scratched her nail on a clod of dirt that was caked on the table. it was crusty and dry, so it scratched off when she touched it. "I like the look of it. it's natural and pleasant."

"looks dreadful to me."

"you look dreadful."

"right." Belmon sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair, his face in his hands. Isui had stood back up, and she now stood near the large capital wall, which was at least a hundred feet high. A large, tangled vine of ivy stretched all up and down the wall.

"how strong do you think these vines are?" Isui asked, turning her head slightly so she could look at Belmon from the side.

"probably not very strong.." Belmon groaned. "why?" He asked, looking up st Isui, who was halfway up the wall, climbing the vines. parts of it were creaking off and crumbling with her weight. Belmon stood up, looking up at Isui. "what are you doing?" he called up to her. he gained no response.

By the time Isui had reached the top of the wall, Belmon couldn't see her anymore. she was standing at the top, away from the edge. Belmon would of climbed up after her, but the ivy broke completely from his weight when he tried.

"Isui?" He called out one more time.

warnings- Blood, gore, harassment, foul language, foul play, murder, kidnapping, weapons, NSFW

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Part 2

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She lay restless that night. War is no joke- and nothing to mess around with, which is exactly what Belmon would do if Isui told him. He was a child at heart- only three years younger than her though. Isui knew everything about him- had seen every part of the man- yet she would never trust him enough to allow him to be aware of her antics.

The rain only seemed to get heavier as the night went on.

Tata tata

Though it was gone in the morning. Almost as if signaled- as soon as the sun’s rays peaked through the frosted window of Isui’s bedroom, a large, cold hand came to her shoulders, shaking her lightly, but to her, it felt as though she were being shaken to death.

“arise.” The voice was Belmons. It was deep and quiet, but sounded like a shout, being right up next to Isui’s face. It made her cringe, her nose wrinkling.

“Gah. . .” Isui groaned, shifting in her sheets and turning onto her side, her back now to Belmon, who hung over her. He was much larger than she was, body size-wise. She was long and thin, while he was tall and girthy...a man built for work. They were complete opposites when it came to their looks. Isui's hair was ebony black, but Belmons was as white as the snow. Isui’s skin was pale, almost transparent, while Belmons was a dark olive-brown. His eyes were hazel, and hers were yellow. She dressed in thin silk, he wore thick furs. he was the hunter, and she was the gatherer. Even in bed, they both were so incredibly different.

“Leave me alone, Belmon..” Her voice cracked when she yawned, making her throat croak. Early morning was a regular thing for her, but being woken up by being shaken- Ruins anyone's mood.

“And let our deal run cold?” He sounded almost hurt. “I do not think so, Sue. I am your companion, secrets are not a thing...”

“They are.” She spat at Belmon, the covers she lay under sliding off her shoulders when she sat up. “It’s called boundaries, Bella. Learn them.”

Belmon clicked his tongue. The use of the name “Bella” always ticked him off- agitated him. It was a girlish name, and Isui only used it when she wanted to be insulting towards him, and it worked.

“Oh very pretty.” He said scornfully, His left hand grabbing a handful of Isui’s hair. He used it to pull her out of her bed.

The sudden tugging and dragging sent a wave of heat and a vein of pain down her neck and shoulders as if a not needle was being dragged down her spine. It made her gasp and yelp, groaning until her rear hit the floor with a hard thud. That's when Belmon let go of her. Isui sat on the floor, dry heaving for a moment, her hands on her scalp. even if the tugging was for only a moment...it hurt.

“Awake yet?” Belmon said bitterly, helping Isui stand as if she had fallen from her own account. Her eyes were red and blurry from the build-up of tears in them, but she wasn't going to cry. It wasn't worth it.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Isui spat at him, her voice cracking. She spun on her heels quickly and strode to her bathroom, which was left to the bed. She brushed out her hair and blotted her eyes with a tissue while she was in there, but Belmon had followed her, so their conversation wasn't over.

“you are acting as if you didn't agree to tell me what you have been up to!” Belmon had come behind Isui, snatching the brush from her hand. He continued to brush her hair, which was knotted and tangled. She winced often since he was rough on the knots and tangles. “Do you not trust me? Is my companionship not enough? Or maybe you are trading notes with an enemy?”

Isui stood stuff, her neck burning in pain. The idea of communicating with the enemy. Negotiating war. Building a plan with them- an agreement. It sounded worse coming from Belmons mouth.

“Just notes to friends in distant countries,” Isui said quietly, her voice straining from Belmon tugging on her hair.

“I would think you’d be used to the hair-pulling, seeing as how much you've enjoyed it in the past. bloody masochists” Belmon laughed, which earned him a sharp strike to the stomach by Isui’s elbow. It made him grunt and moan softly, wheezing for a moment until he caught his breath. “Not much for those jokes anymore? That's a shame.” He sighed.

“Jokes of our past intimacies? I prefer to think back on those moments and blush, not laugh. It is sad to think that you find humor in sharing such an amazing moment.” Isui said softly, moving away from the vanity and out of the bathroom. Belmons eyes rolled too ferociously, it almost seemed like his eyes would pop out of the socket.

“Only you would take what I said that way. Honestly, you are so dreadful..” Belmon groaned, now using the brush to do his own hair. It was also incredibly knotted from his lack of bathing. “Truly, take what I say with a grain of salt. You find those moments to be something to remember and be proud of, while I view it as a funny thing we did in the past, and there isn't a thing wrong with that.” Belmon sighed deeply, but he got no response from Isui...When he came out of the bathroom, she was no longer in the room.

He had been talking to himself!

“Honestly that woman.” Belmon groaned, now leaving the room as well.

The main interior of the wing Isui's room was in was quite homey and simple. A set of squashy velvet armchairs sat at either side of a long, polyester sofa. it was squashy and worn from years of Isui sitting on it. Belmon slept on that sofa. In front of the seating area was a black, brick mantel, which had a fireplace kept inside of it. It hadn't been touched for years. The floors were a red-stained wood, and the carpets were a velvety purple colour...all fur. Belmon knew the place too well, almost better than Isui Did, which is why he knew where to look what it came to her running off. She was a simple woman, but she couldn’t leave the wing. Her younger brother had locked all ways of escaping and leaving out. food supplies were brought every two weeks by an unknown man, who Belmon never let Isui talk to. He was like the protective watchdog for her, despite their common arguments over nothing. Isui was an obstinate woman- Extremely smart, and undoubtedly witty, but she could never let go of an argument, even when she was proven wrong. If she did own up to her mistake, it would always be taken in an aloof way, and she would more likely distance herself from Belmon for at least a week.

But Belmon knew where to find her. There was a small window that was left to the large sofa and armchairs- Right now, its hinged window stood ajar. The heat from the late august air was blowing in, making the window creak softly, and flies seemed to enjoy the cool air from inside. They were swarming the window and the space around it.

Belmon sighed softly, slowly plodding across the room and to the window. When he peaked his head outside, a wave of soft heat hit his face, making him break a sweat almost instantly. His heavy fur cloaks were not fit for the outside weather, At least right now. Isui was to his right, about 4 feet away from him. She sat on her rear on a small, wooden plank ledge that she had built a while ago. It was held up by other small wood slats so it sat flat, unlike the rest of the slanted, blue-coloured placing of the roof. this side of the castle faced the back of the capital, which hung off of a cliff. The only thing Isui could see was the ocean, and if she moved to the edge and looked down, the rocky cliff, which was well over 300 feet high. Even higher since she was at the top west wing tower of the castle.

"Are you really upset about my joke?" Belmon finally spoke, breaking Isui's long silence. The air seemed to dance, and their surroundings became silent as if the world paused when Belmon disrupted Isui...but that was just her concentration breaking.

"Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?" Isui responded with a question, something she often did to avoid answering things that she knew were stupid. "Honestly! Men..." She said in a hateful tone.

"You're dodging again. I hate that." As Belmon spoke, he struggled to climb through the small window. The ledge Isui was on was too small for the both of them, so he had to stand, his left hand holding the window frame so he didn't fall.

"A hazy ocean has a metrical pulse to it unparalleled by any other part of nature," Isui said softly. "its own symphony...if that makes sense." She said in a questioning tone, her head turning to the side so she could look at Belmon. His eyes were locked on the ocean in front of them. The horizon looked like it was stitched with a pinkish-golden line. The morning sunrise gave the sky a look of pale silk. The castle seemed to be as old as Abraham. It creaked and almost seemed to sway in the wind. "Someone once said that paradise is where gulls are flying below your feet." Isui started to speak again, her eyes moving from Belmon, down to the cliff shoreline, where a large group of white and black spotted seagulls was. One was biting at its ankle. "It feels more like Niflheim to me." Her tone shifted to a lower, more doleful look.

"you used to tell me that the beat of the ocean was almost heart-swelling." Belmon snickered for a moment but soon fell silent again, the tide winds picking up once more, which tousled his hair. "What has changed?"

"Nothing." She said quickly. "At least...I don't think."

"you are extremely obtuse when it comes to these subjects." Belmon chortled.

"and you have the same sense of humor as a cabbage..." Isui scoffed. "I am ready for autumn. This heat is killing me." Isui sighed deeply, her forehead leaning onto her knees. She was curled into a ball, her knees to her chest. "A lot of people dislike it- They see it as a gateway to a darker world. I quite enjoy it. The air just smells different." She let out a low chuckle.

"autumn is...pleasant. At least the temperature." Belmon responded, his right hand scratching the nape of his neck when I fly landed on it.

"I like the colours." Isui grinned.

"I suppose..they are quite nice." He shifted his footing, letting go of the windowsill. Belmon sat at the edge of the wooden ledge that Isui was on...he was perched like a bird.

"Do you think we will ever get out of here? Do you think my brother will ever see past me and let me walk free?" Isui's voice was low and soft, and she seemed to almost whimper.

"In time, yes. He doesn't trust you, Sue-"

"Do not call me that." Isui interrupted.

"Do not interrupt me." Belmont snapped back, his eyes narrowing at the woman. "The poor boy doesn't trust you. He is young, and you killed your mother! His mother! He is protecting you from the nobles, who would gladly have your head if they knew." Belmons tone was harsh. It made Isui Cringe.

"She was a whore."

"She was your mother!"

"Some mother.." Isui scoffed, her eyes rolling. "A queen sleeping with a nobleman, and my younger brother is the result of it. Dirty blood...it makes me gag."

"She was your mother..."

"A mother who betrayed my father! Belmon, She ruined the bloodline. Tejirn is not a fit heir, and right now, he is making some petty poor decisions for a person of dirty water.." Isui groaned, now laying back on the ledge. Her head was a foot away from Belmons leg.

He reached his right arm to her and panted his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp. Isui's eyes closed, and she grinned.

"You need to bathe.." Belmon said.

"Shove off, I can smell your arse from here..." Isui groaned.

warnings- Blood, gore, harassment, foul language, foul play, murder, kidnapping, weapons, nsfw. 

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Part 1

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In certain stories, the “bad guy” always seems to have some horrible backstory that leads to his or her legacy. In certain stories, you always know who the bad guy is, or you at least gain a good perspective of who it may be. However, In some stories, the bad guy isn’t always very obvious. Sometimes, the one who you believe to be the good guy, ends up being the cause of total damnation...

Our story open in a large city, capital of Rensgade, and home to the Scelerat Royal Family...or, what was left of it. The eldest daughter, Isui(Eye-Sew-e), and the second born, and only son, Tejirn(Tay-jern), were the only living beings left of the royal family. The late king, Fau, and the late Queen, Seiri(Sare-e), died of causes the royals had not yet released to the public folk.  The Rensgade kingdom has been quiet since the two royals deaths, and the public hadn't the nearest clue if the two children were even alive! Neither had set foot out of the royal palace in over a year since, and all staff had been let go. 

Only the royals know what secrets lurk behind the golden walls. What horror and pain still resides in the cold mist that crowds the hallways. What utter hatred the royal siblings have for each other. Standing near the castle, one feels almost crushed by the hot, mean pressure radiating from the area. It can only make the locals curious of what secrets the walls hold. 

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The rain was heavy that night. the cinder walls could only mask so much of the outside noise, though the windows, which were a frosted and crystalized glass, made the thundering noise of the storm even worse. 

A woman sat at a sturdy oak carved desk near one of those tall, metal framed windows. The soft scratching of her ink pen on her parchment was barely audible over the muffled tattering of the rain. 

trata tatata

Her pen was fast, but she was silent. The woman scribbled nonsense symbols, illustrations to match them, then small annotations to go with it all. Though it made sense to her, anyone else who would peek over her shoulder to read it would have no idea what any of it said. That was the point. 

tratatata

the rain only got harder. 

Sitting back in her wooden chair, the woman sighed deeply, reaching up and running her long fingers through her hair. It was tangled and frizzy from the heat of her room. She was unable to open her window due to the harsh rain, which caused the room she was in to become hot and dry from the late summer season. It was August, the hottest month of the year in Rensgade. 

Her frustration made the air in the room stand tense. the more her page filled, the mess sense she made to herself, which only made her sweat more, causing her irritation to rise. this wasn't good. 

This woman, anyways, Was Isui. Isui Jade Scelerat- the first born of the current royal family, and the current pending heir to the Rensgade kingdom. She was a girl of 28, only 12 years older than her brother, Tejirn.  She stood at 5 foot 8 inches, and weighed at about 146 pounds. Isui’s hair was long, curly, and ebony black- she often dressed her hair in fine jewels and gold circlets. Her skin was as pale as the snow, and her face was blotched with faint brown spots, which looked like freckles caused by the sun. The woman's ears were long and downward pointed, and long, think chains of gold and silver wrapped around them. Her eyes were slanted and droopy, and her irises were a bright golden yellow. Her body was tall and slim, and her posture was near perfect. 

Though now as she sat here in her room, she seemed less beautiful and more ragged and hot. her hair was thrown up into a messy knot, and loose strands were pasted to the side of her face from  sweat. her brow was furrowed, giving her a few wrinkles on her nose and on her forehead. she looked angry, but her body tone gave off a more frustrated tone. The thumping of the rain only made it worse. 

ratatatata

Isui let out a soft sigh, her fingers crumbling one of the corners of her parchment. the ink of her pen dripping slowly, staining the desk as it soaked into the wood. Her eyes scanned each line and note carefully until.

Her window creaked, and a soft tapping knock clinked against it. It was the small beak of a raven, which was perched right outside, soaked from the rain. Isui’s eyes peered up from her parchment, then, silently, the stood up and opened the window for the bird. The rain was lighter. 

“Hallo, birdy” She cooed, scratching the raven’s feathers under its beak. Its head turned oddly and rubbed against the palm of her hand, seeming to enjoy the attention. “Rough night?” she added.

The bird gawked harshly, its wings flapping out in a rude manner, expressing its frustration with the weather. Isui could only laugh softly, picking up a small piece of a sponge cake she had on her desk. The bird took it and scoffed it down in one bite. 

“I have a letter for you to deliver- I can see the frustration in your eye, but it is truly urgent.” Isui said quietly, picking up the parchment she was recently groaning over. She folded it, then rolled it up so it could fit in the small tube on the birds back. The bird gawked and wrestle slightly with Isui, disapproving of the sudden task. “Please, birdie, don't hassle with me. urgency is urgency.” She said quickly. pinning the bird down by its back. its gawked sadly, squirming under her firm grasp. By the time she let it go, the crow quickly got up and flew out the window, squawking in an angry way. The rain was heavier than before, and it hated to be out flying in it. Isui knew, but felt no pity for the bird. business was more important than a simple bird keeping dry. 

She simply scoffed, shutting her window and latching it. The room was once again filled with the thundering sound of the storm. The floor boards creaked under her as she paced from the window to her door for a moment, her fingers running through her tangled knot of hair before her nails latched onto her hair tie, pulling it from her head and letting her hair drop onto her shoulders. It was tanged and knotted at the ends...She desperately needed it cut. 

“Dreadful.” Said a soft voice at the corner of the room. It was deeper than Isui’s, but it seemed smoother and calmer. Isui’s voice was low and raspy..

It was a man, and from Isui’s lack of regard, she already knew he was there. One of the only other people still living in the castle with the royal family. Belmon. 

He was a tall man. 6 feet 5 inches tall, and about 270 pounds heavy. His hair was white was snow, and his skin was an olive brown- from his body build, he was defiantly a man to work. His built was fit and thick- his arms were huge, and his legs seemed strong, but it was all covered up with thick fur robes. Belmon’s eyes were a deep hazel, and his eyelashes were long and thick. He currently sat kicked back in a rocking chair, his feet kicked up on a blue, wooden wardrobe at the other side of the room. 

“Belmon.” Isui said distastefully, her eyes shifting to the side to look at him. 

“Yes?” 

“Safe me your short insults.” Isui said in a groan as she threw herself into a squashy plush chair by her bed. she threw her head back, staring up at the high ceiling, which was covered in blurry images. 

“You rather i make them long and hateful?” Belmon said after a short pause of silence. Isui could almost hear his lips curling into a small smirk. 

“I would rather you be quiet and let me think.” Isui said hatefully. Belmon threw his hands up in defense in a joking way, which made Isui cringe. “What?” She added, lifting her head and shifting in her seat so her body faced Belmons. 

“I said nothing!” He exclaimed, rolling is eyes with a huff. 

Belmon was a childhood friend to Isui. A teenage crush, a friends with benefits at one point, but now just a friend. a close friend. Someone Isui trusted her life with, and one she shared everything with. 

“I can practically hear your thoughts Belmon.” She spat at him, scoffing and turning in her seat so her back now faced him. 

“Oh, very pretty. work got you stressed? I wouldn't know, you have yet to tell me what you've been writing with that scrawny language of yours.” Belmon said calmly, yet his tone dripped with irritation. His brow furrowed, and Isui shifted in her seat. 

Isui worked with an organization in the next country over. One that dealt with war. A dangerous organization. The letters were her way of communicating discretely and keeping her identity o them as vague as possible. She was their connection to the Rensgade and all of its secrets. A danger. 

After a long pause of silence, Belmon groaned, throwing a soft bag of rice that Isui often used to throw at the wall towards her. It hit her on the head, which made her groan loudly.  

“as if its any of your concern!” She snapped.

“It is, seeing as you do it while I'm in the room with you. You sit for hours, endlessly scribbling on that blasted notebook, only to tear it off and send it out on that bloody bird! It is getting sick of you as well!” Belmon scoffed, his large arms crossing over his chest. The rocking chair he sat in creaked as he moved. 

“oh, shove off.” Isui groaned, her fingers tensing as she ran the through her hair. the squashy chair sunk slightly when she shifted positions. “My line of work is complicated, nothing you-” 

“Can you help me understand? You act as if i have anyone to run to and tell! we’re all locked up in this hell, there is no room for keeping secrets from each other.” The room creaked as Belmon got up from his chair, slowly making his way across the room to sit in the chair next to Isui’s. She turned so her back faced him no matter where he was. “I know everything about you. Every part of you- Hell, I've seen it all at least twice.” Belmon laughed, which made Isui’s face turn red, though she wasn't embarrassed, just irritated. 

She shifted when Belmon's hand touched her shoulder. His hands were cold, and she jerked away. 

“Oh come on! Blasted woman!” Belmon Groaned, his hands stuffed into his hair, pulling it at it in frustration. “I'm Bloody Belmon! Talk to me!” He shouted. 

“I don't respond to those who yell.” Isui said softly. Her head turned, and her eyes cocked to her side so she could see Belmon over her shoulder. “I’ll tell you. But its complicated. We speak in the morning.” 

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“In the morning, then.” Belmon responded. 

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