✿ ~ 芸術の満開 ~ ✿

In the rhythm of needles, there is music for the soul.In the colours of the ink, there is beauty... [ Independent roleplaying SIDE BLOG for Ryuuhou from DRAMAtical Murder ]

[mizuki-dm]

3 kitsuneneedles

Send me “❤” with a url and my muse will kiss themkitsuneneedles

Mizuki froze. This was the last word in embarrassing. The not twins had shoved him in a room with a card, he read the card and saw the fox he was facing. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. Really. His idol was sitting apparently just finishing a piece of art, because it looked beautiful on the parchment. Reluctantly he waited until the brunette turned toward the door and leaned down kissing him, the card with the instruction quite visible to him. When he backed up to the door he found it was locked, he leaned against it, his hand behind him. Heart-racing somehow he didn’t know what to expect, being in the other’s room, or studio.. He didn’t know what to call it.

[mizuki-dm]

“A-ah I suppose you could say it’s a popular greeting.” Mizuki was attempting to compose himself. Between the door that didn’t open and the fact he was in the room with his idol whom he just kissed  his heart wasn’t slowing.

Carefully he attempted to redirect the conversation “T-that’s a beautiful piece you just completed.”

[kitsuneneedles]

He had no intention of playing with anyone today, he had just planned to work. But oh, the precious little kohai was just making it too tempting. Too easy to get a reaction it seemed. He was going to have a little amusement from this.

“How kind.” He’d state briefly, sandled feet approaching the fellow tattooist to trap him against the door. “Did you come just to pay me compliments? Or perhaps the evidence suggests you had ulterior motives?”

[kitsuneneedles]

"Ryuuhou" *I bellow out, kicking the door of his tattoo shop clean off its hinges in rage. Stepping inside my breathing becoming more heavy, I glance around scanning for both the owner and my missing comrade. Anger and impatience rising I roar threateningly; "Get out here right now, and tell me what you've done with Aoba before I break your precious shop".

My my, if the tattooist had known that baiting out his masterpiece would have worked so efficiently he might have done this a long while ago. He hardly cared about the damage to his property, it mattered little in the grander scheme of things. There stood his finest piece of artwork after all these years –Ryuuhou could barely contain his malicious grin.

And as requested, he would slip from behind the wall partition of his establishment, his expression fox-like. Polite. Well-concealed. “Koujaku-san.” He greeted, much calmer than juxtaposed to the warrior’s. “Temper, temper~” Of course, he evaded telling the other anything about that bait that was slumped motionless in the other room. 

He’d only get angrier like this. And it would be beautiful to witness.

[kabasakurawarrior-deactivated20]

*Chest heaving with adrenaline; all I could think about was the safety of Aoba. It had taken a lot of courage to return to this retched place, the horrors of my past. But Aoba was worth more than that, he had saved me from the pain and destruction of myself and I was going to repay the favour. Hearing light footsteps from within the shadow, I tuned in towards the approaching sound, eyes fixed solely on the revealing figure*.

“Tsk“ *I spit as Ryuuhou calmly entered, a venomous grin plastered on his face, he was enjoying this, but I won’t be the puppet to his stage I thought determined*.

”Psst, you make me sick, I know you’ve taken him, now where is he?“ *Growling lightly under my breath. Scanning the room once more, it was near pitch black save for a few lights here and their highlighting red wallpaper and tattoo designs on the wall, it was pointless. I returned my focus once more on the figure, glaring at him becoming more inpatient.*

[kitsuneneedles]

“Hm~? Taken who?” He’d play the innocent bystander in such a stand-off, safe in the knowledge that the bait could hardly life his head without strenuous effort let alone raise his voice. The perfect game of cat and mouse. But the fun part was never the catching –it was the chase, and Ryuuhou would drag it on for as long as he saw fit, until rivers ran red with his masterpieces true beauty. The unadulterated anger he possessed.

“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you mean. Maybe I can help you with something?” He’d offer kindly, smiling that fox-like smile, pleasant and polite as his hands tucked into the sleeves of his blue kimono.

“A lost friend, is it?”

[desireandinstinct-blog]

A promise of fun like that… That wasn’t something he could refuse.  “Fine. But if you are planning anything like that, I doubt you know what you’re in for.” He’d made up his mind now, he’d go with the stranger. If only for something different to do to pass time.

[kitsuneneedles]

“Anything like what?” He’d ask with innocent curiosity in his voice. Composed innocence, of course, but years of practice had made him rather good at it. “I assure you, my intentions are only pure.” He lied smoothly, painting that polite smile on his lips.  “Tell me, what could I be in for, should I have had ulterior motives?”

[kitsuneneedles]

"Ryuuhou" *I bellow out, kicking the door of his tattoo shop clean off its hinges in rage. Stepping inside my breathing becoming more heavy, I glance around scanning for both the owner and my missing comrade. Anger and impatience rising I roar threateningly; "Get out here right now, and tell me what you've done with Aoba before I break your precious shop".

My my, if the tattooist had known that baiting out his masterpiece would have worked so efficiently he might have done this a long while ago. He hardly cared about the damage to his property, it mattered little in the grander scheme of things. There stood his finest piece of artwork after all these years –Ryuuhou could barely contain his malicious grin.

And as requested, he would slip from behind the wall partition of his establishment, his expression fox-like. Polite. Well-concealed. “Koujaku-san.” He greeted, much calmer than juxtaposed to the warrior’s. “Temper, temper~” Of course, he evaded telling the other anything about that bait that was slumped motionless in the other room. 

He’d only get angrier like this. And it would be beautiful to witness.

[mizuki-dm]

3 kitsuneneedles

Send me “❤” with a url and my muse will kiss themkitsuneneedles

Mizuki froze. This was the last word in embarrassing. The not twins had shoved him in a room with a card, he read the card and saw the fox he was facing. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. Really. His idol was sitting apparently just finishing a piece of art, because it looked beautiful on the parchment. Reluctantly he waited until the brunette turned toward the door and leaned down kissing him, the card with the instruction quite visible to him. When he backed up to the door he found it was locked, he leaned against it, his hand behind him. Heart-racing somehow he didn’t know what to expect, being in the other’s room, or studio.. He didn’t know what to call it.

[kitsuneneedles]

And just.. one more stroke.. perfect. Ryuuhou leaned back in his seat to take a broad view of his next masterpiece. Not his best work, but surely good work. The tattooist had, of course, sensed the presence of that little Ribster in the room, yet there had been more important things to heed than him. However, now that his work was done, Ryuuhou slid the parchment to one side and finally acknowledged Mizuki’s presence. And he was surprised by what he was met with. Lips connected lips, even if just for a brief moment, and as he watched the redhead try and flee, a calm, fox-like smile came to the artists features.

“My, my, Mizuki-san.” He began, his tone level, and expression far too friendly. “Is that how the young greet everyone, nowadays?” He was hardly phased –a little confused, mayhaps, but it hadn’t broken his stride.

[desireandinstinct-blog]

“That’s a long way to go for a cup of tea.” So he was from Platinum Jail. Unsurprising, really, when he thought about it. Sly hated Platinum Jail as much as any other person from the Old District but… It did intrigue him. “How do I know you’re not going to do horrible things to me?” He teased with a laugh.

[kitsuneneedles]

The initial complaint was only met with a polite smile as his gloved hands laced behind his back. That smile only widened further the more that his company spoke. “Hmm.. You can’t know for sure. I suppose that’s part of the fun.” His tone was soft, almost relaxing though with a hint of humour. And that fox-like smile only widened beyond normalcy.  My, this one was already rather interesting.

[kitsuneneedles]

“My, if I knew this many people were coming I would’ve made tea.”

[kitsuneneedles]

(obsessiveofficer) Why was he even here again? Stood outside the small, traditional looking tattoo parlor within Platinum Jail, Akushima tried to ignore the rain pouring down around him as he tried to rationalise some reason as to why he had returned. But of course, he came up blank. He should leave, before the store's owner noticed his presence.

But it was too late for the officer. Ryuuhou had noticed his presence as soon as he had come into view of the parlour. And that was because the tattooist knew that he’d be back. It had been weeks, but it didn’t matter how long it would have taken. Ryuuhou knew he would return. Because he knew what Akushima needed, even if the loud cop hadn’t known himself. 

He needed to forget. No matter how, he needed to forget.

The door of the parlour opened from the inside, a small chime sounding as the door frame came into contact with a little bell that sat above it. Go in, Akushima. What you need is waiting inside.

[flaxenrebel-deactivated20171209]

Such an attire was hard to miss. Deep blue flowing endlessly throughout the other’s kimono, accented slightly with bright hues. Though the highlight of the garb was his eye-catching accessories, the display of skulls worn heavily around the male’s neck. It certainly seemed to demand attention and had Virus been so inclined, he would have prodded out of curiosity.

However, similar forethought must have been at play since the male had taken initiative to greet Virus himself. The name rings a bell.

“Ah, you must be the famed tattooist. To think that such a well established name would be so young…” The greeting Ryuuhou accorded was rather blunt for his taste, but it’s dismissed idly. “Virus.”

[kitsuneneedles]

“You flatter me.” Though the smile that crawled across the tattooists features spoke little of anything genuine in his words. No, it was politeness, nothing more, much like he believed his company. How interesting. Hands folded across his forearms, both lost under the thick blue of the kimono he wore as his head canted to one side curiously.

“What an odd name. I’m not sure I recognize you at all.” Ryuuhou knew a lot of names and a lot of faces --this one, however, was unable to be placed. Perhaps that was the most interesting thing of all. “Pardon my forward-asking, Virus-san, but I don’t believe you’ve been long in these parts, have you? What business do you have here, I wonder.”

Hint, hint, Virus.

[onseisosa-deactivated20150705]

“I could go for a cup.’’ He turned Ren off, putting it in his bag before taking a seat across Ryuuhou. He had been walking for a while and he was a bit thirsty, so this cup of tea was more than welcomed. Looking over at the walls while he waits for his cup of tea, he notices a few drawings. Some are similar to what he’d seen in Mizuki’s shop. He wondered if Ryuuhou had met with his friend.

’‘Are you a tattoo artist? Sorry if I’m intruding too much, but I think I saw something similar in MIzuki’s shop. And he used to talk to me about that one artist he had a lot of admiration for…’’

[kitsuneneedles]

Ah, perfect. Well, Ryuuhou set about preparing two beautiful china cups, pouring the pungent, floral tea evenly to them before fetching one to Aoba, placing his own on the small table affront him before taking his seat. Small, fox-like eyes followed Aoba’s gaze to the walls before wearing a polite smile over thin lips.

“Ah, I am indeed --somewhat of a veteran in the trade.” And the tattooist would let out a small, amused breath. “Mizuki-san, I recall the name.” The fanboy, yes he remembered. “Has he had chance to paint that koi design I gifted him onto someone’s skin yet?” 

[desireandinstinct-blog]

Well aren’t you just a shining example of politeness.  What a bullshit act, what did he want? “Oh yeah? Whaddya got in mind?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up at the other with a glare. 

[kitsuneneedles]

So rough around the edges, so in need of taming --if that were at all possible. Ryuuhou was lit up with glee, though his facade was kept calm, polite, friendly. As ever it was with the tattooist.

“Perhaps a cup of tea at my establishment in Platinum Jail, if you’d honour it for my mistake.” Ryuuhou offered, a small, fox-like smile upon thin features.

[beni-shigures-deathmaiden]

Ryuuhou’s BAD END

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“Well… kind of. Thanks for helping me in though.’’ He smiled at Ryuuhou and scratched under Ren’s chin idly, taking a few steps forward. Obviously, the azure haired male had still no idea of who truly was the man before him. And outside of finding the amount of skulls decorating him a tad creepy, he had no real objection to Ryuuhou’s presence.

’‘How are you? Also, this place is nice. Is it yours? I didn’t think I’d find something like this in Platinum Jail.’’

[kitsuneneedles]

Ah, what a well-mannered young man, and that aura he was giving of was so.. powerful too, such substantial power. Ryuuhou would only smile at him pleasantly, gloved hands closing gently as his head canted a little to the side.

“Ah, that’s good ---I’m glad.” He replied politely. “I’m far more amiable mood now I’ve company. May I offer you some tea?” And the artisan made his way over to his already brewing teapot, the sweet scent of sakura blossom tea permeating the air strongly as he started preparing it. “This is my little establishment.” He began to explain. “You’d be surprised what you can find in such an area, Aoba-san.”

[desireandinstinct-blog]

Something hit into Sly’s back, something heavy, and he stumbled forwards. With an annoyed noise he spun back around quickly once he’d stabled himself. “Don’t be so fucking careless then. You better watch where you’re going.” Or he just might run into someone you don’t want to. He inspected the man who’d collided with him, lips pulling up into a sneer. He decided quickly he hated the smile. But there was something… Something about this man. His instincts told him he was dangerous. So that meant he could be fun.

[kitsuneneedles]

Oh, such spite, such viciousness. How alluring. Ryuuhou only found that pleasant smile widening almost ear to ear. Not a masterpiece, that was for sure, but... well, sometimes it was fun for an artist just to work on something a little rough. He’d do perfectly. 

“Please accept my most sincere apologies.” The artist bowed his head in earnest politely before standing once again to his full height. “Please, if you’re not too occupied, I’d very much like to make amends for my misfooting.”

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Senpai knows best~

[kitsuneneedles]

sweetserpent liked for a starter.

“Virus-san.” Ryuuhou greeted, veiling the disdain he held for the little snake with a pleasant and polite smile. “I hadn’t known you would be at the Tower today.” And quite frankly, he had sincerely wished that he wasn’t, though his friendly, polite demeanor masked such thoughts.

“Have you thought anymore about getting a tattoo? I am certain I could find something that would suit you well.”

[kitsuneneedles]

knightlyoath liked for a starter.

Death? What was death to an establishment that controlled death? The tower may have collapsed, Ryuuhou’s lifeless body still inside, yet reanimation was as simple as mind control these days. You’d be surprised what a man like Toue is capable of. The tattoo artist had his orders --using the subtlety of his artform, reinstate the mind control and help rebuild the empire that the old man had created.

And not to get himself killed.

Oh, but there was no fun in refuting the temptation of fate. The artist couldn’t help but want to gaze upon his greatest piece. His unhealthy obsession had already gotten himself killed once, but it had been worth it, and it would be again should it amount to that. Ryuuhou waited, the house he had known to be Koujaku’s standing out among the others. Such a traditionalist.

However, seeing a familiar face approach that didn’t belong to his artwork had the sadist grin all the more. 

“Aoba-san.” He greeted, friendly and casual. Oh, the look on his face would be priceless. “Your hair, it’s shorter. It’s a good look for you.”