#nightruled

[flyingdragonfang]

@rulethe-dark

“Sing, you should really get that--” Someone started to say in concern, looking from behind at the blood staining Soo-Ling’s shirt. The man in question sushed him with an angry hand before gesturing to the phone that was currently pressed against his ear.

“... Someone was talking but yeah, I can meet with you. We’re off Mott right now.” He told Yut Lee, idly looking at the blood on his hands that he wiped off on his jeans. 

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nightruled answered your ask “What are you doing here?”

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Yue looked up, startled. He’d wanted to see Eiji’s gallery, but hadn’t wanted to draw attention to himself. He cast a quick look at the blonde standing a few feet behind him, just as startled to see the Chinese mafia leader there.

“I don’t want trouble Eiji I promise…I just wanted to see your work.” He murmured. “So don’t send Ash after me.”

It wasn’t so much of a hostile reaction as much as simple surprise. All this time, neither Eiji nor Ash had stumbled into Yue. At one point, he’d started to believe the other had moved away, but here he stood.

Eiji blinked, still staring at Yue before he simply shook his head. “I wasn’t going to do that. I never expected to see you here though.” He wanted to ask why he’d been interested in his work though. Could it be he no longer resented him?

[bloodiedknucklesandchalk]

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“Flashy.”

[loveyakusoku]

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“Hey, Yue, what does cau fah hai mean?”

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Do Over

EIJI had offered to come with him. To hold his hand, stay by his side, or, as he jokingly put it, make sure the hairstylist wasn’t going to sheer him bald. And although Ash wanted him to be there -- to stand by him at the end of one point of his life and stay by him at the beginning of another -- he knew that perhaps this wasn’t Eiji’s moment to share. 

They walk together, side by side, down another side of New York City. The side that sold cheaper beers and had darker alleyways. But there was a barbershop at the end that decently styled their customers and demanded a fair enough price. They also wouldn’t put a name to Ash and Yue’s faces. In there -- there existed no Lees or Lynxes. 

“I still don’t know what I’m going to get...” Aslan mused, running a gloved hand through his hair before shoving it back into his pocket. It was cold. He was dressed head to toe in the best of outfits -- one no one in Manhattan would ever imagine him wearing. “ Maybe I should just shave it all... Eiji would kill me, but that’s the easiest thing to ask for.” @nightruled

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Reunions

@nightruled II Plotted Starter II Verse: Never Let Me Go

Zihao hated New York, in all honesty he wished he could just go home to Japan. He had been about to start his year of high school when his father had gotten the promotion that would move their entire family to the united states. He of course had protested it, but it hadn’t done any good and for the second time in his life he was forced to move to a whole new country without much say in the matter. The school he as made to attend was something out of a horror movie in the young man’s eyes, the kids were horrid and the teachers weren’t much better. 

The only saving grace was that his childhood friend Eiji Okumura had come to visit and ended up having an extended stay in the city. Though he didn’t know the full details of why Eiji was staying, he knew it did have something to do with an american boy. Zihao was happy for him, even if he was a little worried that his best friend might end up getting hurt. It was selfish of him to want Eiji to stay in town for as long as possible, and somewhere deep down he knew that.. and yet the thought couldn’t be helped. 

ZIhao had been on the way home from a visit with Eiji, they had met at a nice cafe and had lunch. The other telling him all about his new friends, though he of course noticed that there were times that Eiji didn’t seem to be telling the whole truth about everything that was going on in his life, but Zihao didn’t push. He was just happy to see Eiji smiling again, it was something he hadn’t seen in far too long. 

He hadn’t made it a couple of steps out of the cafe when he spotted a familiar looking car, one that had been following him for what felt like days now. His brows furrowed as he walked past it, wondering if he was just imagining things or not. Though there was feeling in his gut that told him that it wasn’t just an overactive imagination. If he had any common sense, he would go to the police about it, or tell his parents.. or even Eiji, and yet he had kept the information to himself. 

It was with this thought that he finally worked the courage to turn right back around and make his way over to the nice car. With a deep breath he knocked on the window of the backseat, able to make out a distinct outline of someone sitting there. “Hello? I was just wondering how long you plan on following me? I mean.. if you want something from me you can just ask.. did one of the kids at the school put you up to this?” 

[flyingdragonfang]

Wōjù nánhái | AU

It had been three months since Shorter’s death. Three months since the humiliation and agony of arriving just a few hours too late to the palace to save the one man that he looked up to more than anything else. There were so many “what ifs” that they kept him up most nights. How had the nobles captured their fearless and sunny leader? Where was his friend that he had gone out for the night with? Why didn’t they make a daring, last minute escape like always?

In the end, Sing only knew what everyone did. Shorter had been publicly executed by their enemies. The very men that their group had been stealing blind beneath their noses. It still didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t fully grasp that his boss and friend was dead and gone. He wouldn’t come bursting into the safehouse with stupid jokes and gifted sweets at random hours.

They weren’t even able to recover his body...

All he could do, what he had been doing these past few months, was fulfilling everything that he knew Shorter would have wanted. It was a tall order, taking over such a big gang at only 14. Barely even young man, really. Still, it was all that mattered to him. It was his life to protect these men and women and keep them surviving. 

As he lay awake one night, gazing at a coat of Shorter’s that he had left inconveniently on the table, he remembered the stories of some beautiful prince that he had found. He would come to visit him, bringing treats and his endearingly dumb attitude, and come back with only stories of long hair and the sad, lonely man that it adorned.

Shorter told him that, one day soon, he would come and rescue him. Take that lonely prince from his tall tower and teach him what freedom felt like. Sing had never truly believed the extent of the tales but now that Shorter was gone, he didn’t have the heart to disbelieve any precious memory of him.

It was the very next day that Sing left instructions to lay low and bring no attention to themselves, to fall back further into the woods while he finished long overdue business. Several of his loyal brethren offered and begged to come with him but he turned it all down. This was his journey alone. He couldn’t risk anyone else, not when the heat was still so strong from the capital. 

It took two days travel to find the tower, set far from the royal capital and deep in the mountains. It was oddly impressive in height, despite knowing that it had been described as reaching the sky. 

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[flyingdragonfang]

Sing kicks in the door, drunk from spending time with Cain, Blanca's forgotten jacket swallowing up his tiny self. "Yer a shit 'ead, Yue !" He proclaimed in his best English accent.