A/N: I'm not apologising for this, read with caution? Don't take it seriously, I just wanted to write a twisted but still happy relationship. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
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Her fingers dug deep. Pulling away muscle till she found what she was looking for. Hands already stained sticky with blood, she continued till she reached it. Eyes gleaming, she grabbed the organ, fingers sinking into the flesh as she tugged at it. She grinned when she managed to successfully pull it out, spilling blood onto the grey floor.
Grasping it tightly in one hand she walked over to her partner, who was also in the process of dismembering another body. The blonde was kneeling down, hands digging through the pockets of the victim. Her skin looked porcelain when compared to the blood on it.
"Elichi, look here!" she chimed, standing behind her.
The blonde didn't raise her head and only replied with, "I'm busy Nozomi. Trying to find this guy's wallet."
Nozomi pouted before asking once more, "Come on, it'll take just a second!"
Sighing, Eli turned around to face her companion. Her skin was pale, the blue of her eyes were muddled and dark and despite the aberrant activities happening, her face held a bored look.
"What is it?" she asked, but her voice held no curiosity.
Nozomi lips split into a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat's. She thrust out her hand, fingers curled into the organ.
Eli raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.
A heart.
The fortune teller winked, "Elichi, my heart is yours!" The blonde stared straight at her, mind still processing what she just said.
A pause. And Eli burst out laughing, clutching her sides.
The laughter was shrill and sounded almost maniacal, one might have even thought it was fake but Nozomi knew, years of trouble instilled this in Eli.
The blonde wiped away a tear at the corner of her eye, which had brightened after Nozomi's little stunt.
She smiled gratefully at the other woman, and Nozomi continued to grin. Moments later, after finally obtaining the man's wallet, they stood face to face. Even in the middle of the bloody room, which had been lit with screams just minutes ago, they were oddly calm.
Staring straight into each other's eyes, both with grins on their faces. It was almost as if they could read each other's minds.
It didn't matter who moved first, what matters is how Eli tugs violently at violet hair and how Nozomi drops the organ like a child tossing away a candy wrapper. There's teeth and tongue and it's mingled with the taste of blood from Nozomi biting down on Eli's lip a bit too hard. Her tongue brushes over the fresh wound in an attempt to soothe it but soon she's pressing hard enough against it to make it reopen.
Eli lets out a small hiss and Nozomi pulls back briefly, to place a soft peck on her lips, a small (half-hearted) apology. They kiss for a while longer before they part. "Rough." Eli mutters, tongue running over her own bloodied lip.
"Darling." Nozomi replies, a teasing tone evident in her voice.
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"Welcome! Welcome all! To the Tent of Telling!" Eli shouts, appeasing the crowd gathered outside the tent. She stands atop a wooden crate outside a large purple tent, dressed in black satin trousers, a collared shirt with a navy blue tie and a light blue tailcoat. Her smile is fake, but not a single person besides Nozomi has realised that after her grandmother's death.
"Please queue up in an orderly manner and wait for your turn!" she instructs.
The crowd does as she asks, albeit with some shoving and cries of "I was here first!". Eli steps into the tent to check on Nozomi, who is already seated at the opposite end of the table, her turquoise eyes twinkling.
"The crowd is ready. Are you?" the blonde questions, walking over to her partner.
Nozomi nods, "Wonder if we'll get any bad fortunes today? I can't wait to get a new toy." she hums. "We need to choose our targets carefully, dearest." Eli reminds, standing before her.
The fortune teller nods once more, and she turns to look at Eli. In one swift motion, she's grabbing her tie and pulling her down for a kiss. It's messy and rushed because they know they don't have much time left.
They're both desperate to continue but the raucous crowd gets louder and they reluctantly break apart. "Shall we continue this later, dearest?" Eli asks, a genuine smile forming.
"Can't wait to bite that lil' wound open again, darling." Nozomi winks.
And with a grin, Eli exits the tent.
Soon the tent is open, and the first person steps in to have their fortune told.
A few minutes pass, and as they step out of the tent, Eli notices their strained expression and peaks into the tent. And as expected, her dearest's lips are formed into a big grin, and the blonde knows, this would be another thrilling week.