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Finding Makoto home already when she shouldn't have gotten off of work for another few hours had to have been a surprise, to say the least. Well, a mild one, maybe.

She'd been a little under the weather for a few days now, but had insisted on trying to go to work after she felt like she'd gotten the worst of it out of her system. Apparently, though, that didn't seem to be the case.

Makoto had been resting on her side of the bed, arm over her eyes as she lie on her back. Hearing the signs of Goro arriving home and coming into the room, however, she'd remove her arm and look up at him. She offered him a short wave before letting her arm fall back at her side.

"My spine is broken not my legs!" She rolls over his foot with her wheelchair as she pulls back and crosses her arms." You say that to every disabled woman you come across or am I just special?" She spat with contempt. What nerve for this guy to ask such a question. She wasn't sure if she was even hearing him right. But she did.

Peg fucking legs. What is she a pirate? No. She's a young lady and she had things to be doing. Her violin case resting on her chest as she sighed and shook her head." You know if you want a woman's attention don't say stuff like that. Especially to a disabled woman." She spat. Taking her wheels in her hands she started to push herself along. Her eyes scanning the beach line of Hawaii. Trying to find a good place to preform and placed her violin in hand. Placing the case open on the ground and began to play her violin.

Soft smooth melodies surged through the street as she let her music speak out to the people. Using talent to get some extra money on the side. She needed it. It was that or it was the street. Her eyes shut tightly. And eventually. Someone came up to give her some money. Then another person. Just out of generosity. Till she opened her eyes.

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❝The fuck am I supposed to know what they are!? One minute I am minding my own business on my birthday and the next I get this delivered in person. As a birthday gift. At first, I'm not quite sure how to feel about it, buuuut I have grown an attachment to this ridiculous thing.❞ Fury didn't quite show it to her brother yet. He didn't even know it existed yet, but she is close - very, very attempted - to show it to Death and rub it in his face, even if he didn't really care. More annoyed with her attempts to rub in such nonsense in his face and wasting his time when he had better things to do.

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"If I need to stop, make sure to tell me. Or something."

Maybe she is overthinking it. Moreso, she's holding back despite the fact he's already given her the go-ahead (which she still can't believe). Perhaps that's where part of her apprehension comes from — disbelief that he actually agreed to let her have a taste of him. And that's where the other part of her hesitance manifests. What if she can't stop herself? Truly their strengths are matched. If he needs her to stop, if she loses herself even just a smidge, he can easily stop her.

With his reassurance Minako relaxes before scooting closer towards him on the bed. Her arms entwine around him, her face buried in his neck. There's an earthy hint to his scent, buried beneath his cologne. Lips trail kisses along the column of his throat and jawline till they stop at his pulse point. His heartbeat is strong, unyielding, just like he is. Her tongue darts out to kitten lick at his skin.

That's not enough for her.

She can't hold back the anticipation any longer. As soon her fangs pierce his flesh, and the first drops of blood hit her tongue, her eyes snap shut. Oh! He tastes more delicious than she could have ever imagined! Dark chocolate with sea salt caramel; an undercurrent of tartness like that of summer blackberries and pomegranate. And at the end a bit of a burn like that from her once favorite tequila. Try as she might, Mina can't hold back the muffled moan of satisfaction. The electric buzz of liveliness shoots through her veins, warming her from the inside out.

With each gulp, Minako draws herself physically closer to him. Her fingers dig into his back. A leg is thrown over his hips while she's pressed chest to chest with him. But on a deeper level they've melded together — his lifeforce mixing, though mainly sustaining hers. For a temporary time at least. The pounding of his heart rings in her ears. Every time it starts to grow a beat slower she reminds herself to stop. About the fourth time she succeeds. With a gasp mixed with a light pop, she unlatches from his neck.

Amber eyes glance up at him. "Maji~" comes a her soft mewl. Color has flooded her cheeks, leaving them a deep rosy color. And her lips are stained crimson with rivets of blood rolling down her chin. There's a rumbling deep in her chest almost akin to that of a cat's purr. "You shouldn't have let me do that. I might suddenly become addicted to you." As if she already weren't. This adds another layer to their already illicit affair.

Holding a cigarette between his lips Nishikiyama glanced at his watch again and again. There still was plenty of time, but Nishiki hated being late. He had this habit of showing up to appointments at least thirty minutes early, he did not grasp the concept of being fashionably late and he despised everyone who participated in it. Majima wouldn’t be late, Nishiki was sure of it, but it would not hurt for the other to show up at least ten minutes before the ceremony started so they could get to their designated seats without every head turning in annoyance. Admittedly this was a rather small wedding, as it ws not a yakuza getting married but one of Reina’s regulars and friends, but still.. Nishiki had a reputation to uphold.

Falling in love with the Mad Dog of Shimano of all people had not been on his bingo card, but here he was nevertheless. There were many things about Majima that enticed him, one thing was more annoying than the next, but in all seriousness... it was the undying loyalty Majima expressed for those he cared about and the way he was so unapologetically himself that he found attractive above all. All his life Nishiki had been trying to be someone he was not, to earn the respect of the yakuza around him, to keep them from laughing at him, but Majima did not care if they laughed with him or about him. He shrugged it off with an admirable manic confidence which impressed and infuriated Nishiki at the same time. How could he let people laugh about him so cruelly, how could he let them see him as nothing but the Mad Dog? Majima was so much more than this moniker. Did Majima not care because he knew that or because he had already lost himself to this nickname?

Nishiki had to stop thinking. The anger about people looking down on Majima gave him a headache and that was the last thing he needed right now. Throwing his cigarette on the ground he stomped it out with the tip of his boot before he fixed his suit, looking idle while he waited. It was a brand-new white suit he had bought just a few days prior, after he had realized he couldn’t get the bloodstains out of his old one.

Matching to his white suit they had bought a fine black suit for Majima, after Nishiki had talked him out of getting an extravagant (and rather ugly) suit with golden embroidery. Truth be told Nishiki was pretty excited to see how handsome his love would look in the suit and just on cue he could hear the familiar voice call out his name.

“Nishiki-chaaaaan~”

But when he turned around he did not see his boyfriend wearing the magnificent black suit but the embroidered abomination.

“Oh my god, are you kidding me..”, Nishiki muttered under his breath and he had half the mind to turn away and flee, but then he felt Majima’s warm hand take his own and all he could do was sigh in defeat. The ceremony would begin soon, there was no turning back now.

“My love”, he added, taking a step back to give Majima a look-over and it was the moment he realized his partner did not look half bad in that terrible suit, but still..

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Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between Virote and Majima has a very good chance of being successful, but this doesn't mean that you don't have to work on the relationship. Remember that every relationship needs spending time together, talking with each other etc.

Sotenbori was quite the sight; so many flashing neon lights, bars and night clubs, so much color was to be seen and admired. She could practically feel the seedy atmosphere of the city and the crowds were so big it was easy to get lost in.

The narrow roads and sidewalks were something she had trouble getting used to, having been raised in an area with much more space. It was like being packed into a sardine can.

Which made it troublesome to pursue her enemy. Try as she might to avoid bumping people, it wasn't entirely avoidable. "Sorry, sorry." Her apologies were met with offended looks and disapproving murmurs but she had little time to stick around and make amends.

She was in an alley, a very tight one at that. The tall stern faced vampire contorted his features in a furious look which was only accentuated by his sharp cheekbones, his sunken in eyes and the long sharp fangs.

Instinctively she went for the stake she had been carrying around a pouch on her leg. The vampire moved at near inhuman speed and she barely avoided getting hit. He hissed at her and she splashed a small canteen of holy water at him, smoke fumed from his skin as he was burned.

Lunging towards her, he bared his claw-like nails and his fangs and the two struggled, knocking over garbage cans and making enough noise that it attracted someone from the club. Dawn began to break and the creature fled into the dwindling shadows.

Her head turned towards the man, he was quite tall and he wore an eye patch and a rather expensive looking suit. She could only assume he must be the owner of the club.