Scream saso-ri Keke finally pulled Senritsus hair up as her masquerade was finally coming together.

The beautifully colored kimono of vibrant red hues complimented her pale features practically giving her pastel tones a warmer hue. It suited the young nightingale compared to the darker colors of her uniform. Almost done there, Senritu. Keke told her as she twirled and wrapped the singers hair into lovely curls and locks held up by decorative gold pins. The young nightingale was never this dolled up since her childhood, but at least she wasnt being criticized while being dressed up. As Keke pulled the rest of her hair up, the dark-haired woman had to pause. Seeing something she didnt expect to see. The dark brand of a scorpion within a diamond shaped box, imprinted on her fair skin at the back of her neck. Senritsu, what the hell is this? The crude questioning only brought the delicate woman to glance back with veiled eyes. Im afraid thats none of jyour business now is it, senpai? The insane womans eyes narrow to her partner; she knew the mark and the meaning of it. Who didnt? Senritsu seemed to leave it at that though, her attention shifted back in front of her. The sounds of steps not too far away kept her mind preoccupied. Ah its him. She thought in recognition. Though the young singer wished he didnt see her like this. What the hell do you want? Her partner sharply questioned as he looked over to the scorpion who now stood at the doorway. Sasoris eyes narrowed to Keke in detest before he took notice of his doll dressed in the alluring robes. Her long pale tresses were pulled up into loops and curls that seemed like cream colored petals that wreathed and put the golden clips and pins to shame. It was very different than her usually long tresses free flowing with her movements and the wind. And yet, it was becoming of her. Senritsu seemed to blush in silence knowing he was examining her appearance. Oi, I was fucking talking to you! The dark-haired woman interrupted their peace, earning his spiteful glare again. What is this? Sasori questioned directly. Yet Senritsu didnt allow Keke to speak further. Weve received intel that theres a vital bit of information in Otokagure One of Orochimarus subordinates goes to a local geisha tea house every Thursday in the evening. Ill be going in posing as one of the geisha to obtain this information. The puppet masters eyes narrowed in protest of the idea. Clearly he wasnt fond of his doll going to play such a role. Yet, before he could object, her partner added her own two-cents worth. If you got a fucking problem with my plan then take it up with the leader. Obviously his patience was being tested today and the young vocalist could easily sense that. Yet, Sasori knew the insane woman couldnt be the one to do it in Senritsus place either. Keke was rash, irrational, and crude. The woman lacked the refined mannerisms that were usually required of a geisha. Senritsus delicate nature, even with her fair appearance seemed to fit the role flawlessly. But, there was one problem. She was his doll, his and no one elses. So it begged the question. Was the little nightingale truly aware of the situation she was getting herself into? Ill be ok, Sasori-senpai. She reassured with a nave smile on her face. Her words didnt bring any sense of ease, but the young singer truly wished he didnt see her before she had to set out. Senritsu always knew how possessive he was. Not that she minded. It was a wonderful feeling, that she meant something to someone. Even if it was only as a doll. When puppet master turned on his heels and left the two women be, the vocalists gaze shifted downward in disappointment.

Is he vindictive towards me for accepting such a mission? Before her thoughts began to condemn herself, her partner leaned over her shoulder. Child, dont fucking fret over the little things with that fucking puppet. He only sees you as property and the selfish bastard doesnt share. Thats not true is it? The young nightingale didnt respond, rather she stayed still and quiet as Keke put the finishing touches on her hair. The idea that she was nothing more was a painful thought, yet it didnt quite add up from what she perceived in the puppet master. All her mental observations of his behavior, she took notice. To understand him better. Finally the dark-haired woman stepped away from Senritsu, eyes skimming over her partners appearance to double check. Heh, do I know how to dress you up or what? She remarked with pride. Senritsus eyes dulled at the statement. That was coarse senpai Keke couldnt help a chuckle from her partners comment, yet she stared at the brand that was at Senritsus neck. Tch if people see this fucking mark youre screwed. It was then that Senritsus veiled eyes followed her partners movements as she went over to the desk, picking up Senritsus bow and knelt down in front of her. With such ease and quick thinking, the dark-haired woman took the long black sash and tied it around her partners neck in a bow. There, now youre gift wrapped. Senritsu only stared at her partner unenthusiastically. Can we go over the briefing now? Sure heres what youll be doing ~*~*~*~*FF*~*~*~*~ Senritsu assumed her role the following evening. Even during the travel she continued her charade and arrived to Otokagure without any issues. Not a soul knew she was blind and it was to be kept that way. Keke was to return the following night for her and make their escape. Yet, as Senritsu continued the farce, she contributed to the fantasy other geisha portrayed. In her mind, it was as though her behavior and speech brought a genjutsu that none could truly perceive. Yet, her emotions kept their distance and she observed with caution. The men were all very important people. There was no telling if one of them was one of her fathers colleagues. However, her target was acquired and as she served the aid of Orochimaru she heard the information she was seeking. The plans, the routes, every bit the man spoke very freely with his team within the refuge of the geisha house and that was all she needed. Just as the day seemed to draw to a close however, the pale-haired woman sought to leave the building when she was cut off. Where do you think youre going? The words of the head mistress seemed to catch the young nightingale by surprise. E-eh? I I was just heading out to- You think your day is done? You still havent serviced the highest bidder! It was then a sense of trepidation settled in and the young woman tensed with her sleeved hands drawn up over her lips. B-bidder f-for what? Oh I see they brought in an innocent one. And the one who paid for you put up a generous amount of money The dark-haired mistress sighed and the singers blush darkened over her face. She wasnt truly that ignorant, but Senritsu was terrified of the truth of the situation she had gotten herself into. Your day isnt done till you service the highest bidder. What did you think your job was when you sat in

with all of the clients today? Simply for companionship? Your job is to sexually please the highest bidder. And lucky for you, you brought in the highest amount than any other. Senritsu didnt wish to hear of it, not even think of it. She was completely frozen, rapidly recounting each and every man she spoke with to consider who it may have been to have put up such a high amount. Senpai is going to kill me It was the last thing she wanted. The little nightingale was after all not even fond of even speaking of sexual matters. Why would she even wish to pleasure a complete stranger? Her heart sped rapidly before she felt the mistress guide her back inside to a spare chamber. Stay here your client will be here shortly. And dont even think of leaving here. The scolding statement still brought panic to the young vocalist. Quickly she hurried over to the walls, her fingers grazing the sturdy structure to find any windows, any passage, any sort of escape route for her to disappear through. But she couldnt use any of her jutsus or make any attempt to escape. Someone would know, someone would report her in, and her cover would be blown. And Senritsu could not afford for anyone to connect this identity of hers to her alias. As she thoroughly checked her surroundings, the feeling of dismay sank in further. The singer could not stand to feel trapped. It was a horrible emotion that tortured her more than anything else. Click. The sound of the door opening forced the young nightingale to twirl around, widened veiled eyes looking towards the only entrance. Was he already here? Her rapidly beating heart only quickened in pace out of fear. Please, please, no! I really dont wish to do this! I cant! I just cant! There was the dreaded sound of the door locking behind the foreigner. Simply hearing him approach her forced her to take a few steps back herself. A-ah I A-are jyou sure jyou have the right room? Senritsu cupped her fingers over her nose and mouth to hide her frozen smile with her usual tactic of deflection. It was almost impossible to hide the knotted sensation in her stomach, how could she even get out of this one? Im sure Im in the right room Little Senri Her eyes immediately glanced up to the familiar voice. Was it truly him? It had to be, her hearing never deceived her before. Sa Sasori-senpai? It seems you finally realize the position you got yourself into The puppet master smirked in arrogance, knowing full well that the singer was clearly way in over her head. B-but wait, jyou were jyou were the highest bidder? How did jyou even get the money? She questioned with a softer hushed tone. It was at those inquiries that the red-haired puppet reached over and pulled her close to his wooden form. Lips placed against her ear, whispering, Its not hard to find out you do keep your payments from those clients of yours hidden in the wall behind the desk The knowledge that he was well aware of her secret hiding spot was troubling. All the money was now gone? It seemed to take her a moment to process that thought. Hn I-I suppose thats fair now I need to find a new hiding place for that I suppose Senritsu was never a greedy sort of woman. But she kept the money in case of emergencies and the occasional expense on her travels. This may as well have been the biggest expense to get her of a bind.

As she was held against his wooden body, she noticed the fabric of his clothing was different. A yukata? In some way it made sense now how he could so easily get in without causing a ruckus. Yet she still couldnt believe Sasori used every bit of the money to simply outbid everyone else. Hesitantly she pulled away and glanced up to him with her clouded stare and a sweet sheepish smile on her lips. I-I truly appreciate this tho r-really. Now can we get out of here? Sasori only tilted his head slightly at his dolls request. Now? Senritsus expression changed marginally from a sense of joy to concern from Sasoris brief question. J-jyeah Is that a problem? Slightly He answered her, his wooden hands reaching to her collar and tugged at the black ribbon that was so neatly tied around her neck before pulling it loose entirely. W-what are jyou- Before she could reflexively push his hand away, he detained her wrist. His auburn stare fixed on the flustered expression and blush that enveloped the young singers face. There was no hesitation as he pulled the sentimental black cloth from her neck to reveal his mark that was branded on the back of her neck. I still dont think you quite understand, Little Senri U-understand what? The young singer did her best to keep her voice hushed. No one needed to hear them. Her eyes only looked to him in confusion; she was unfortunately so nave that way. Easing his grip on her wrist, he guided her to take several steps back. S-senpai, answers please! She requested before she felt the frame of the bed against the back of her thighs. Yet when she attempted to look back at what she bumped into with her blind eyes, he directed her attention back to him by simply pulling her chin up towards him with his wooden hand. You dont recall? His huskily spoken words brought her heart back up to its rapid pace as he pulled her close by her hips, ligneous fingers toying with the delicate fabric that draped over her petite form. As he leaned down, his cool lips nipping at the nape of her neck, he spoke the words that brought her to shudder, I wont allow someone else to take what rightfully belongs to me you are mine. Ive paid for this moment and I intend to use this time with you as it was meant to be use. WHAT?! The young singer tensed as she felt his provocative grasp tighten and tugging at the vibrantly colored material, she completely lost her train of thought. S-Sasori-senpai, W-wait a sec! She opposed, with stuttering words instinctively. Yet the puppet master persisted, his fingers slipping beneath the sash that was so gracefully wrapped and secured around her waist. SENPAI! Senritsu cried out as she impulsively pushed away from his grasp. Yet the sudden outburst and shove didnt budge the red-haired puppet, rather it forced her to lose her balance as she fell back against the bed. A-ah I-I Im sorry The apology was spoken in a soft voice as the brunet eyes seemed to look down to his doll in an enquiring stare. Why was his doll protesting so much? Despite how tenacious he was with her, he didnt seem to desire to push her past such limits. Whether he wished to admit it or not, there was still some attachment he had to her. The little nightingale still laid against the bed with little effort in even attempting to sit up. Forcing a sigh to escape his lips as he leaned over, knees pressed against the soft bedding before he sat at the singers side. I do not wish to refuse jyou His doll spoke up first, words that surprised the usually impassive scorpion. But he still listened to her with rare patience. I I just Im not some concubine or a mistress even if I had to assume such a role today. I dont sleep around p-please dont see me as some object Sasori-senpai

Sasori witnessed her heart-filled words in the stillness. The confusion, the sense of feelings that stirred in him he didnt wish to acknowledge. Why couldnt things be simple? Yet with such a burdened mind with the words of her partner, the insane woman who couldnt keep her nose out of anyones business, it was clear for the young vocalist that she couldnt move past it till she had some clarification. Senritsu He voiced to her in a whispered tone, bending over her to see her hazed eyes stare up to his own. The young singer gave her full attention to hear the puppet masters true opinion of the matter. You will always be mine and no one elses and the proof will always be on you of that truth. However, Im not sure what you expect me to say I know Ive said I dont feel anything emotionally or physically. Youre well aware of that but I cant say I dont feel nothing for you either. The words brought the pale-haired woman to stare at him in subtle disbelief. Despite how she debated that she believed he had emotions like anyone else, she didnt really expect him to admit feeling anything. Yet she noticed how his wooden hand raised, fingers drawn up to his core in deep deliberation. Ive noticed the change in pace from my core when youre in my presence and I prefer your company. So no I dont see you as property or any of the other things you named. The librettos spoken to her caused her heart to swell in the blissful feeling of delight. The young woman even sat up with such haste, quickly embracing the puppet master who only seemed dumbfounded by her reaction. He couldnt feel the warmth of such closeness, her petite figure against his wooden form, or even her arms wrapped gently around his neck. Yet she didnt seem to care if he did feel it or not. I do not wish to cause jyou such confusion such disdain I know jyou never wished to feel anything So please forgive me for falling for jyou for causing jyou to feel something when jyou prefer to feel nothing. But please Her thoughts trailed off as she leaned away for a moment, her shrouded eyes focused to his russet expressionless stare. The blind eyes didnt need to see to know she had his full attention and stillness consumed the air as she inclined closer to him. If jyou do not know let me see what it is jyou are feeling With that thought, the nightingale softly pressed her lips to his, the soft skin grazing his wooden features. To her, it was a smooth cool texture and despite how he could not feel such fleeting sensations, the puppet masters eyes also closed with hers, arms meandered around her body and pulling her close without any hesitation. But there it was, the sound she heard once before. How could she forget? His core also seemed to race erratically with her own unsteady heart. Yet, the puppet masters fingers rose from their selfish hold around her, tenderly tracing across her delicate features. Such soft caresses across her cheek elicited a satiated sigh from the nightingale and it was the reaction that he sought after. It was then Sasori pressed his lips much more intensely against hers. Mouths entangled, nipping, and sucking as the fiery kiss deepened. There was no doubt his doll was a bit overwhelmed, but she still reacted to such stimulation. Thoughts seemed to be lost and preoccupied with his ardent tongue grazing her own, she wasnt even thinking any more. Her body only reacted to such sinful stimulation. It didnt take much before the nightingale was forced to lean back, falling back against the velvety silk beneath her. The singers uneven breaths were so shallow, her chest rose and fell with each breath. Even her cheeks were colored in the warm colors as her silver blind eyes opened for a brief moment.

I see hes so passionate Senritsus lack of breath was amusing to the scorpion, bringing a smirk to his wooden lips as he leaned over her. Ligneous hands reached and clasped avariciously at the colorful sash while his lips apprehended hers once more, no longer giving the young vocalist any time to think. Yet it only served as the perfect distraction as he worked his free hand to pull the sash loose. Was he truly taking his time with her? The decadent feelings were short lived when she felt the kimono she wore being pulled open and the singers body tensed immediately, attempting to pull away. Sasori however kept her firmly in place to keep her from squirming, passionate lips keeping her engrossed with tender kisses as his fingers grazed the new skin she always kept hidden beneath her uniform. It was such a flustered reaction, yet there was some excitement and enjoyment from his dolls behavior. Seeing how each touch and kiss brought a slightly different response from the last. However, as he reached within the folds of the scarlet kimono, fingers grazed the forgotten flesh down her collar till they reached the sensitive mound. The puppet masters kisses left her lips for the moment, trailing down her neck as he teased her hypersensitive skin. His nightingale however gasped at the sensation of his hand kneading her breast with practice and skill, sending shivers through her spine. Her painted nails latched to the comforter beneath her, twisting and pulling as she made every attempt to hide and resist her reactions. Fearing it would be unbecoming of her. Nonetheless, for a moment she felt her master pull away, veiled eyes opening once more as she breathed heavily from her overstimulated senses. Youre resisting still, Little Senri He stated from his quiet observation of her, his hand gently pulling the kimono open as his eyes imperiously admired her form. There was the instant reaction, the sleeved hands rose in an attempt to cover herself from his eyes fearing he would find flaw in her. Yet he quickly pinned the young singers arms, one firm grip holding her limbs above her head. There was no more struggling once he dominated her poor attempts. You recall what we spoke of before correct? Ah, heaven forbid, what is he trying to get at? Her veiled eyes continued to stare in a lustful daze as she tried to find her voice to respond. I-I T-there was many conversations senpai j-jyou will have t-to be more specific It was such a soft answer spoken through faint pants of heated breaths. Clearly his porcelain doll was much more affected than she led him on to be. Your reactions responses to stimulation youre enjoying this Little Senri just as I thought you would. He huskily spoke as he observed the subtle blush darken in hue, her body still rigid and her wrists twisted against his grip. The young vocalist still wouldnt allow herself to indulge in such things. But his possessive gaze didnt waver from her own blind sight as his free hand grazed her skin with such appetizing traces. Wooden fingers trailing across her stomach to her hips, taunting her senses that brought the nightingale to inhale sharply as her chin arched upward. It was becoming nearly impossible to restrain her reactions. Every pleasurable ache and sensual tingling laden her senses and wouldnt fade. Yet she was aware the teasing trail journeyed towards her warmth and he took his time, observing her struggle with a devious smirk on his wooden lips.

Yet as those fingers extended further, her heart precipitated and pounded faster than any battle she ever encountered or any confrontation. Easy He soothingly spoke as he leaned over her, taking special consideration of his doll as he tenderly kissed her neckline. Senritsu still listened intently to his voice, yet she noticed he didnt seem to speak just to her. Was he also speaking such a thing to ease his rapidly pulsing core? Then her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the intense warped sensation of pain and pleasure from the dictatorial bite at her neck as his free hand held her still. A-ahh! Her voice was heard loud and clear, a sinful voice as beautiful and divine as any of her songs. No longer restrained by sheer will alone and as entertaining as the redhead found her pleasurable screaming to be, he quickly reacted to cover her lips with the hand that previously held her still. It was then he leaned up close to her ear. Sasori couldnt help the rare chuckle that escaped from him from witnessing her shrill display. Shh You cannot be so loud Little Senri. His taunting chide reminded her of the unfortunate factor before he released slowly removed his hand from her lips. Jjyou startled me S-sasori a-and ah g-god forbid that hurt The nightingales words were spoken between forceful breaths. If thats so then tell me Ill stop. His brunet eyes perceived her behavior, yet it appeared Senritsu didnt wish to hear such a suggestion. Not that she was someone who took pleasure in pain, but she didnt wish to seem unwilling. I-I need this please She silently voiced, but not a word came from her honeyed lips. Neither objection nor rejection so she simply shook her head to refuse. Sasoris devious smirk remerged as he finally released her pinned hands, wooden fingers grazing the obvious red mark at her skin. Despite how rough he was with her, he paid close attention. There was no desire to harm his doll and she never felt she was in danger of him. S-sasori She respired his name as her freed hand rose to him, her delicate fingers tracing down his smooth wooden form till it rested at his core. The core that pulsated at the same rhythm, the same syncopated pace as her own heart did. How amazing His curious stare only fixated on her own flushed face as her blind eyes looked to meet his gaze. His features remained unchanged compared to her quivering body that reacted to every stimulus exquisitely. For the first time in her life, Senritsu felt the carnal desires and ached for more than the simple taunts to her senses. A desire for more than just temptation alone P-please no more teasing s-show me this pleasure jyou believe I-I should experience Finally her true thoughts surfaced. Yet, as much as it thrilled him to hear her beacon of desire, she still had to keep quiet. They were fortunate enough that her previous shriek didnt bring any attention. Without any verbal confirmation from the scorpion, he brought his ligneous hand to the small of her waist, causing her to sit up and her veiled eyes looked to him inquisitively. S-sasori-senpai? His actions only brought confusion to her before she felt her petite figure pulled back against his form, her back against his chest and his arms wrapped possessively around her. There was no sense of resistance from his actions as he hooked his legs above hers, knees nudging her thighs apart and securely held them in place.

Yet, before another word was spoken from the young singer, his wooden hand cupped over her mouth once more to keep her silence. The nightingale felt his head nuzzle against her sore neck, gently raising a hand to pull the pesky golden ornaments that still pinned her hair up. All it took was one simple tug of one pin and her pale tresses were finally unraveled from the curly bind, his wooden hand brushing the long cascading tresses over her shoulder before pressing his wooden lips to his brand on her neck. It wasnt something she expected, but it was a reassuring gesture. That he would take care of his doll and this newfound need. Id love to make you sing, my porcelain doll. But, this time I need to keep this voice of yours in check His speech brought her to shiver just from how sensually they were spoken, but she nodded in eager compliance. The truth was she still felt anxious, it was something so new and she felt so inexperienced compared to him. The nightingale mentally wished she couldve pleased him as well, to return the affection. But no affection could truly be returned to someone who lacked the ability to feel. Yet her train of thought was broken as she felt the sensation of the venturing digits grazing her sensitive folds. Her body jolted suddenly as her head arched back, lips parted with heated breath escaping beneath his fingers. However the puppet masters secure grasp held her in place. Shh He purred against her ear, softly proceeding as his fingers slid between the slick folds. What she didnt expect was the pleasurable torture of his skilled fingers rubbing her vulnerable clit. Her efforts to squirm were useless, but her body curved back against him. Her sharp gasps and erotic voice muffled beneath his hand, yet the reaction was still a pleasing sight to the scorpion who kept her inflexibly in place. Oh dear god Senritsus shrouded eyes closed tightly as her body quivered, aching and silently craving more. Her overstimulated senses were at the mercy of his skilled, manipulative fingers. It was so unfair. Senritsus body emitted heat, growing hot and sweaty as the puppet master simply pleased her without cause or sensation of his own body, driving forth an epitome of ecstasy that grew as the shameless friction continued. As she grew restless, Sasori took notice of her behavior. Finally freeing her mouth and guiding her attention to him. Enjoying yourself Little Senri? The silky inquiry brought embarrassment to her flushed face, her veiled eyes glancing back at him almost in a daze. A-ah, S-sasori, p-please Im so close j-jyou promised Her pleading words, the desire to be satisfied by him forced the puppet master to smirk. But she never needed to see to know such erotic words would gratify him. Perhaps that was all she could truly do. To give the feedback and responses he sought after. However, the brief pause of relief ended abruptly when his smooth fingers slipped into her tight entrance. A sensation that wouldve brought her to vocally express her pleasure, however his lips seized hers passionately to keep her quiet.

One of her hands reached back, fingers entangled in the vividly red strands as she attempted to keep herself preoccupied with his entwined tongue and sensual nipping. Purposely however, Sasoris fingers scissoring deeper and finding that spot that would bring her to her release. But the action that brought her closer to the edge caused her body to immediately tremble and his doll arched against him once more. But he still sought to control her. What she didnt expect however was a tight cold metallic feeling wrapping around her waist to keep her still. A-ah, T-that chord Senritsu was aware that he had such a thing coiled within his puppet body. Even so, she didnt expect him to use it to hold her in place with such a selfish hold. But his nightingale never protested. She still kissed his wooden lips sensually, his name voiced from her heated lips in silent request for him to go on. As her senses were preoccupied, the red-haired puppet ran soothing caresses with the tips of his other hand across the brand at the back of her neck. Still a sensitive spot he knew far too well of. Something he knew would comfort her under his control as his knees hitched slightly and pulled her thighs higher so she would lean against him for support. It only brought his doll to mentally question the not so subtle action until Sasori deliberately thrusted his two fingers in deep at the exact pleasurable spot he touched before that brought her to the edge. The sensual kiss was broken and she threw her head back against his shoulder as one of her hands latched to her sleeve tightly and the other released his crimson hair, clenching tightly in the air. The nightingales petite form quivered feeling her insides convulsing and her slickened walls tightened before the puppet master pulled his smooth fingers out of her climaxing center. Russet eyes observing his dolls first experience with the agonizing pleasure that racked through her delicate senses, there was a small sense of pride in his manipulation of her to cause such a reaction out of her. Of course, only he would be allowed to bring her such pleasure. This reaction would be for his eyes only. Taking her hand that tightly clamped the air, he brought it close to his lips as he kissed her palm. A soothing gesture to reassure his little doll Yet her eyes remained closed and her chest rose with each labored pant, etching the sensations that racked her overstimulated nerves with satisfying indulgence into her memory. D-dear god, S-sasori She finally managed to speak through her breathlessness. The words only earned further amusement from the puppet master as the metallic chord finally unwound from her hips. As he lowered his legs allowing her to finally rest them against the silky bedspread, she sat up feeling her bangs dangling in her face. Her pale curls clung to her flushed neck and face. Yet she still felt the internal throbbing and aches from her brief climax and her heart still pounded in hastened rhythm. Still holding to her hand, his fingers laced with hers and the gesture caused the young singer to glance back to him. He still treated her with care, not tossing her aside even after he witnessed what he always desired to see from her. How do you feel? He asked curiously, almost examining her behavior as she slowly blinked. She was still processing every sensation that took place. It was s-slightly humiliating to be honest. But Her words trailed off as her hazed eyes looked to their intertwined fingers. Her focus seemed to regather, still hearing his core pace at the same pace as hers. This all started in her endeavor to understand him, to see what he felt for her.

Jyou do feel strongly I see now She understood from the experiment how passionate he was, how he took special care of what he believed was rightfully his. And she was without any doubt his and his alone. Whether he wished to recognize the emotions or not, she understood it to be his own issue. I did enjoy it. Senritsu hesitantly admitted as her exhausted eyes averted before she continued to explain. I I believe I can only be this way with jyou. So I trust jyou will not say a word to anyone either. Please. The nightingales loyal terms brought the familiar sheepish smile to her lips, and yet her insecurity couldnt escape his perceptive eyes. Cautiously his fingers pulled away from hers, rising to brush the pastel colored curls from her face before placing wooden lips against her forehead in a faint touch. A simple gesture she felt before when he encouraged her to sleep. Of course youll only be this way with me no one else will ever have the right to. Because I am jyours and jyours alone correct? The nightingale smiled knowing those exact words far too well and accepted them. Always Little Senri.