#&ruyi

1 for me and 1 for ru @mpxruyi

“Ruyiiiii~”

At this point the hospital staff knew better than to try and deny Yako entrance to the building and to the office that served as her destination within it. Even if they tried, she would always come back again and again with different faces until she managed to get in disguised as a visitor for some patient or other. A few times she flew in through one of the open windows upstairs. Once she even jimmied open a locked window in sheer manic desperation. The nurses had told her off for it, but they had learned their lesson about Yako.

The sing-song of her voice carried down the short hallway to Ruyi’s office, breezing past the grimaces of uneasy nurses, bouncing off the linoleum floors, echoing through the maze-like warren of the hospital corridors, and finally catching against the closed door of the doctor’s office. Most likely it was open. If it wasn’t, it would be soon enough.

But Yako knew Ruyi didn’t want to have to get another part of the building repaired.

Yako knocked politely, a little rhythmic tune that mimic’s Anna’s in Frozen. She didn’t wait for an answer before letting herself in.

Yako as a (Kawaii) Alcatraz Guard with @mpxruyi as her prisoner

It had all started with the lingerie. 

As she is wont to do, Yako spends a lot of time shopping. One of her favorite haunts on the island happens to be The Silk Peach, where she picks up cute new bras, panties, and lingerie. It’s only partly for her own sake; mostly, it’s for customers who buy her photos or watch her cam work. She never gets fully naked, so having the right lingerie is extremely important to her success. Stupid men. She would bleed them dry and they would let her.

After her first trip to The Silk Peach, Yako had taken notice of one particularly attractive employee. He was soft-spoken and cold, almost exactly Yako’s type. He hadn’t responded much on her first visit, so Yako had made it her goal to get him to open up to her. Thus, she has found herself in The Silk Peach even more than usual, spending more money than she probably should on underwear and lingerie. She hasn’t been concerned about the money; it would come back to her.

She found herself coming in so often that she eventually discovered his other job. That’s how she found herself in his office, waiting for her turn for a cosmetic surgery consultation. When he finally calls her in, she skips into the room with an almost manic twinkle in her eye.

“Hello, Doctor. I don’t really have anything specific in mind. Actually, I’m curious about your suggestions. What would you choose to do to me...to make me prettier?”

“You can’t know that,” Jimin mumbles in an obvious verification of Ruyi’s statement. He hums a laugh knowing full well that he hadn’t been trying to fool Ruyi in the least. Sure, he’s supposed to be sleeping, but it can’t be helped; Jimin keeps dreaming about Eiji getting his by a car over and over, and then the dream shifts to more people close to him getting hurt, and eventually he always wakes up from the nightmares and can’t fall back asleep for the fear of seeing them again.

A giggle that might sound unsettling to anyone that isn’t Ruyi spills from Yako’s lips at the statement. She supposes he’s right, but it’s not like the two of them have acted on any of their conversations. There are no laws against talking hypotheticals as far as the girl is aware. Maybe there should be for people like the two of them, but there aren’t. One day she really has to get a copy of the Mount Phoenix laws just so that she has them around for reference. Some might think that Yako is far too shallow for things like that, but there’s a reason that she has managed to survive this long getting in - and out - of groups of the wrong sort of people for this long. She had grown up among marine biologists who loved to use technical terms, and they had taught her well how to understand technical and legal babble.

The key is that people don’t expect her to understand.