雨滴: Urgent Call

Warning: Starts off NSFW 18+ then rating goes back to normal, just letting you know all in advanced 😛

Two pillows hurtled across the bedroom crashing into the dark wooden drawers and almost toppling over the vase filled with pretty carnations, a delighted cry followed by heavy kissing mixed in with the sound of blankets falling to the ground. It had been three days since Ame and Aleksander had met CIA agent Julian Huntington at Prague castle as well as accept his proposal. Returning home, they stayed indoors pondering and formulating a plan on how to retrieve the plates as well as when to inform Ame’s older sister Meiakane that the American government needed her help too.

When their plans reached no real fruition, and was replaced by frustration the lovers took it out on each other in their usual way- rough sex.

This was their third round for the day after another failed plan and both were getting more violent with each other and it only aroused them further. Already Aleksander’s back bore previous nail marks, his shoulders and chest hickeys and smudged lipstick. His face covered in erratic lip marks and his bottom lip had a small cut from being bitten hard, his flaming red hair looking like a bird nest from being pulled repetitively. Ame’s appearance was no better her breasts covered in bites and bruises, her backside showing red hand marks and fingernail imprints, her inner thighs, neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and more nail prints on her hips and calves.

“Who’s a bad slut, who is?!” Aleksander growled against Ame’s lips, his hands smacking her ass cheeks again, squeezing around her body and keeping her locked against his chest. Restrained tightly against his body, Ame wrapped her legs around Aleksander’s waist pushing her feet into her backside encouraging him to go faster inside her “I…I…I am!!” she cried out, their bodies bucking violently on the large bed. Aleksander pushed Ame onto her knees and entered her from behind, hunching over her body, the frame of the bed threatening to buckle under the pressure of being used too often in a single day.

Holding him tight over her, Ame grinded herself back against Aleksander’s groin, he groaned out in her ear and shoved three of his fingers into her mouth. Ame pursed her lips and sucked savagely, the loud slapping of his thighs hitting her backside echoing in the Tower suite. It was quite fortunate that in between their screams and dirty shouting that they even heard Ame’s laptop downstairs turn on from its hibernation and the Skype screen popped open with an incoming call.

Ame screamed with ecstasy as she felt Aleksander pulled at her hair, pounding her womanhood raw, she then heard the familiar ringing noise “Anata…anata…Alek!” she grabbed his waist making the Russian pause in his thrusts “Is that my…” Ame trailed off as Aleksander listened too “Someone is calling you Tsvesti” realisation clearing out his lust driven mind. He quickly pulled out of Ame who rolled off the bed grabbing the closest item of clothing off the railing and almost tripped running down the wooden stairs.

Wearing Aleksander’s business shirt, Ame hastily buttoned three buttons and sat down in her chair, wincing feeling her bruised and beaten backside “Damn it Alek…” she hissed softly running a hand through her messy hair and checking to see who was calling her. “Nee-chan?” Ame blinked surprised seeing Meiakane’s profile picture in the centre of the screen. No longer caring if she was decent or not for her older sister, Ame answered the call. Why on Earth was Mei calling her at 3am, Tokyo time.

A wide awake Meiakane still dressed in corporate suit appeared in the screen, she was in their family home, inside their father’s study to be precise with all the lights on behind her. What concerned Ame was that she had blood stains on her expensive attire and looked incredibly worried “Ame I know I probably interrupted your bedroom time but this is very important” Mei seemed to know already what Ame had been doing prior to her answering the call and it made Ame slightly blush and lower her eyes. “Mei-Mei what is it? Why are you home? Where is Otou-san?” Ame raised her head, her voice urgent and now getting higher in pitch.

Meiakane lowered her eyes, it was the first time Ame had seen that look cross her older sister’s features. Fear. “He’s…he’s in hospital” Ame froze in her chair staring wordlessly at the screen that held her sister’s image “Ame…Ame! He was attacked just after he had gone to bed, Yumi paged me and I came here as soon as I could. I was worried I was too late but he is in critical condition. Minata has taken him to JHA and my clan are scouring our household for evidence of the attacker. I need you here, you must come home!” Ame snapped back to reality hearing Mei shout, nodding numbly she promised to return to Japan as soon as possible though her voice was shaking uncontrollably.

Ame was still staring at her laptop screen even after Mei had ended their quick call. Her father was in hospital? Her daddy was in a critical state? Someone tried to kill her remaining parent?! Ame’s hands clenched into fists as she let out a pained scream and shoved everything off her desk in anger. She slipped off her chair and balled up on the carpet, howling loudly as her fists connected with the wooden floor hard. Ame did not hear the concerned shouts of Aleksander, she did not feel herself being lifted off the floor or pulled into the warm lap of her Russian, her mind was blurred as she cried loudly.

雨滴: Golden Castle

The masque story continues with Alek and Ame arrive at Prague Castle 

The lights danced across the heavily fortified walls surrounding Prague castle and it was enough distraction for both Aleksander and Ame to look at, the proximity of their bodies daring the lovers to remove their glamourous attire and have a quick romp in the backseat. The change of scenery and realization they had reached their destination quickly quenched their inner fire. Pulling up in front of the main entrance, the driver got out and hurried to the side of the limousine, Ame put on her wiry, black mask it was encrusted with tiny diamonds at the top framing her eyebrows.

Aleksander’s mask mimicked that of the Phantom of the opera completely covering half of his face, but the designs etched into the white plastic resembled that of a Japanese samurai. It was an acknowledgement to Ame’s family and it made the Yakuza very pleased of her Russian. The door opened and Aleksander stood out first, reaching a hand into the car and pulling Ame out. A slender leg slipped out first and she stood up, adjusting her fur shawl around her shoulders. Looping her hand through Aleksander’s arm, they smiled at each other and entered the castle.

They were to enter the Spanish Hall from the side and were also to be announced by the Herald at the double doors. Ame stared in awe at the sparkling chandeliers and golden decor, the many mirror panels making the ballroom look larger than what it already was. “Ms Ame Hayato and Mr Aleksander Volkov” the Herald yelled loudly into the chamber. They had decided there was no need to hide, their enemies were too afraid or not bold enough to approach and kill the Underground couple.

Entering the ballroom, the lovers held their head high as the chatter increased and attention was focused on them. Ame bit down an amused laugh as her and Aleksander were almost swamped by the paparazzi who peppered them with questions about their previous month of publicly lewd behaviour, Aleksander took control and answered them all with ease as the media was quickly pulled away by the security guards and the couple was gestured to their dinner table.

They were seated at the same table as a Romanian diplomat of foreign affairs and his wife as well as a business man in the local stock market alongside his current partner. The diplomat’s wife who had read up about Ame Hayato was eager to ask the Japanese woman various questions and Ame was happy to entertain her as their dinner was served by the catering staff. The orchestra played light music as the guests ate their three-course meal until they were full. Sitting at another table, a man with a full Venetian mask watched Ame from afar.

雨滴: Masque

A night of dancing and grandeur awaits the infamous couple in Prague

Looping her two butterfly throwing stars into a makeshift choker around her neck, Ame twirled around in the full-length mirror of the Tower suite’s master bedroom. Wearing an elegant but sheer number by Oscar De la Renta in black, Ame swept her hair over one shoulder and pinned it down with a cherry blossom golden clip. It was the night of the masque ball and surprising enough, she and Aleksander had been invited to attend.

It seemed their infamous presence in Prague had also increased media sales on the rich and famous, the very personalities that enjoyed having all this attention on their collective and greedily included the dangerous couple in all their public events. Ame did not seem to mind, they were on top of their missions and there was still no sight of CIA Julian Huntington III, she was still on guard but she could have fun while she had the time.

Standing next to her and fixing his satin white cravat, Aleksander was completely focused on his appearance, dressed in a three-piece tuxedo. Ame stared up at him and licked her lips grinning, the bedroom and bathroom on the second floor a complete mess from their usual carnal urges finished twenty minutes ago, this time it was Aleksander who suggested they cease if they were to ever reach Prague castle on time.

Aleksander felt Ame’s hungry stare and smirked slightly turning to face her and gesturing to his undone cravat, Ame took a tentative step forward reaching up to tie his cravat for him, her fingers gracing his skin and she paused. “Tsvesti…” Aleksander warned her teasingly, Ame snapped out of her trance and poked her tongue out “I won’t do anything!” and quickly placed the Volkov family badge in the centre of his cravat. Taking a step back, Ame inspected her handiwork and nodded with approval “Done anata”.

Throwing on his overcoat, Aleksander grabbed Ame’s black faux fur shawl and wrapped it around her bare shoulders tenderly, leaning down and kissing across her shoulders “You look stunning” Ame leaned into him and hugged his waist tightly, her henna tattooed hands crawling under his layers of clothing. Aleksander rested his chin on top of her head and held Ame tightly before suddenly grabbing her right hand and attaching a Tiffany bracelet around her wrist. Two single charms hanging from the metal and on close inspection, Ame saw the Volkov shield and a stitched heart.

Staring wordlessly at it, Ame’s lips parted in surprise, she was wearing Aleksander’s family on her bracelet, what did it mean. She looked up into his hazel eyes, seeing them unsure and soft “You’re my life and I hope you accept this gift” Aleksander said quietly, Ame’s face changed to complete tenderness and reaching up on her tiptoes she yanked Aleksander’s lips down to her own. It was her answer and it was enough for him.

Entering the limousine together, Ame felt the other guest’s eyes upon them and she hid the mischievous smile she heard the gossip going through both the employers of the Augustine and the other wealthy couples staying in-house but she did not care. Her hand being held by Aleksander’s; her smile grew wider. She had him and they were going to a fancy masquerade with the richest families in Prague. That was enough for Ame to contend with and any gossip merely boosted her ego.

雨滴: Agent Pursuit

Ame doesn’t exactly hide herself from enemies and she is found by her chasing American spy

Scanning through the files on his laptop inside his Washington DC apartment, C.I.A agent Julian Huntington III typed all the information he could find that was available of Ame Hayato. Ever since her fight with the Russian mafia Oleysa Zima, she had been off the grid and despite all his connections across the globe Julian could not find her. He had returned home to the capital frustrated and determined to start a fresh slate and stayed locked up inside his apartment, completely focused on finding the elusive, youngest Hayato.

An email notification soon appeared in the corner of his screen, it had been sent from his head office the subject read ‘We found her’ and it was all Julian needed. He quickly opened the email and saw a link of a Prague newspaper simply attached. Clicking it open, the headline was in Czech but the picture on the front said it all. It was Ame Hayato half dressed, mid laughter and clutching onto an equally half dressed man with flaming red hair. They were pictured inside the dressing room of one of the luxurious designer boutiques in the city of Prague.

Julian frowned as he eyed the tall red hair man, he knew that face from somewhere but he could not remember who he was. Switching tabs momentarily on his laptop, the agent brought up the C.I.A’s most wanted list. Quickly browsing the list, Julian paused catching sight of the fiery hair and clicked open the profile. The lover of the youngest Hayato was none other than Aleksander Volkov, a member of Russia’s biggest weapon dealing family and someone that the secret agents kept watch on. It seemed that the dealer and the Yakuza were aligned. It also meant for Julian, his search was over.

Grabbing his phone off the desk, Julian stood up and punched in a number “Boss I found Ame Hayato…yeah I need a ticket to Prague”.

雨滴: High Octane

Alek and Ame go on one of her family’s mission outside Prague

A month later, a red Lamborghini Aventador SV LP750-4 sped along the slender motorways of the Czech Republic having left Prague in the morning and on route to the city of Pilsen. Wearing a black harness bandeau and a waist-length leather skirt with snake embroidery that covered her garters, Ame Hayato locked a magazine into the desert eagle. She had upgraded from her usual pistol and was given the new firearm from none other than her lover Aleksander Volkov, Russian weaponry dealer and firearm extraordinaire.

Ever since their hook up at the Death Club, the infamous couple had been inseparable, literally. They had sex every day anywhere and everywhere, whether public or inside the Tower suite and it did not seem to be dying down any time soon. In between their frisky coitus, they had been planning their own missions along with those sent by Ame’s family. She had kept in touch with her father on each strategy and gushed to her older sister Meiakane about her new man; Mei had merely brushed it off and remarked that her imouto was unbelievable and that she should not make a public fool of herself.

Unfortunately, Ame and Aleksander had already done so, getting caught having sex in a dressing room in one of the high-end boutique stores. Their pictures had danced across the tabloids for a couple of days followed by mysterious deaths of drug lords and corrupt politicians. These deaths were all but marks on the Hayato spreadsheet and Aleksander’s own clearing for his Volkov family.

Lifting her skirt up higher, Ame pushed the Desert eagle into her nylon thigh and resumed to load Aleksander’s own Mp7. A pale hand brushed against her thigh and squeezed her flesh it made her own smile wide as she turned to her Russian, though his eyes were focused on the road, his hazel eyes twinkled behind his dark sunglasses. “How long until Pilsen anata?” she muttered hearing a click from the firearm and shoving it down beside her seat, the hand continued to grope her thigh “With this bad boy’s engine, fifteen minutes” Aleksander answered as he took a sharp left, the sleek car responding immediately.

Ame leaned back into the passenger seat, grabbing Aleksander’s fiddling hand and placing it on her womanhood “Not long…” she said softly, he grinned and grabbed her folds massaging them eagerly “Safe to say, your appetite has truly returned Tsvesti” Ame laughed loudly only to quieten down and breathe unevenly staring at Aleksander wordlessly as her breathing turned into languorous panting. Aleksander smirked as he rubbed between her thighs, hearing her change of breath “Remember Tsvesti, focus…” and quickly removed his hand as easily as he had plunged in.

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Quietly turning a corner in the old house, Ame inhaled slowly, in front of her Aleksander gestured her to follow and quickly ran down the stairs and into the basement. The youngest Hayato heard gun fire erupting and quickly ran down the stairs too, diving behind one of the large vending machines, she caught sight of a flash of red only to see Aleksander firing with his Mp7, anticipation and maddening joy contorted into his face.

Seeing one of the lackey’s creep upon her lover, Ame frowned grabbing one of her kunai sheathed in her other garter and threw it at the man’s head, he grunted and collapsed to the floor behind Aleksander with a sickening thud. Aleksander whirled around to see the dead body and quirked an eyebrow up at the Yakuza, Ame shrugged her shoulders and blew a kiss before disappearing into the shadows.

With the bodyguards of Dalimil Havel occupied with shooting Aleksander in the corner, they failed to notice the lithe Hayato creep up behind them. Quickly unsheathing her Hello kitty katana, a soft twang echoing as her favourite weapon was freed. Nimbly stepping forward to the nearest bodyguard she jabbed her katana into the centre of his chest and wretched it free, he cried out and let go of his gun, it still fired as blood spurted out of the wound staining Ame’s black ankle-cuff platforms, thank goodness it wasn’t the Louboutin’s.

The remaining bodyguards now realising someone else was not just in front of them but behind them whirled around blindly only to get direct head shots from Aleksander, Ame ducked in between two of the bodyguards and swung her katana with both her hands slicing open both men’s stomachs, more blood poured out of their deep wounds as they collapsed screaming. It was chaos and amidst the enemy falling dead and shooting his firearm, Aleksander caught sight of his ‘Blossom’ slicing and puncturing the bodyguards in the centre of the group, a wild smile lighting up her face.

Stepping over her reckless carnage with her skirt shredded and calves spattered with the blood of the dead, Ame bent over and cleaned her katana on the shirt of one of the bodyguards. Waiting for her by the staircase, Aleksander rested his Mp7 across his shoulders, he still remembered the first time he had released the Yakuza upon his family’s enemies, it was frightening, inspiring and arousing all at once and yet with her crazy killing sprees, Ame still came out unscathed.

Ame caught Aleksander staring at her and tilted her head giving him an impish smile “What?” snapping back to reality, Aleksander’s lopsided smile appeared as he pulled her close and kissed her soundly “You stayed focus Tsvesti” he merely said and they walked up the stairs. At the top, Ame’s smile widened “Pilsen is said to have the best beer in the Czech Republic, let’s go get a bottle and experience it ourselves”.

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She had said it was a pit stop before re-entering Prague but Aleksander had not expected them parking in Beroun with his driver door open and Ame riding him quickly. Her skirt now gone but harness staying on cupping his face and kissing him intensely. It was late at night and luckily none of the locals were about to catch sight of the couple fornicating in the flashy Lamborghini. Frisky, little Ame couldn’t have waited until they returned to the Augustine? Those damn beers!

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雨滴: Breakfast Discovery

Alek has returned with Ame to her hotel in Prague

Two heartbeats beating in sync with each other, two warm bodies wrapped around each other amidst the tangled bed sheets. This is what it felt like to have someone on her again, this is what it meant to be completely unadulterated and succumb to the pleasures of the flesh. Ame stared into the fiery locks curling her slender fingers through them idly, the morning sun shining through the open windows. She sighed out softly and felt movement against her followed by a light kiss on her upper breast, it made her grin cheekily and she squeezed her thighs around his lower back. After meeting in the Death Club and copulating hard in one of the small alcoves, Russian weaponry dealer Aleksander Volkov had returned to the Augustine with the youngest Hayato where in the decadent surroundings of the Tower suite they started round two and continued until the dawn.

Ame had only slept two hours before the sun woke her up and she had stayed nestled like this against Aleksander’s lean body for the past thirty minutes revelling of their skin rubbing against each other and the whole ordeal of being naked with a strong man again. She buried her face into his crimson red hair, taking it all in only to feel his nimble fingers grope her behind “Awake…already?” his voice was tired but it only made him sexier to the Japanese woman. Grinning, Ame kissed the top of Aleksander’s head “Maybe…” he groaned into her breasts and bit onto the fleshy curve earning a squeal and giggle from the Yakuza “No, no… too early, more sleep” he mumbled sucking on her skin. Ame moaned and hugged his neck tightly feeling the pleasurable touch, sinking further into his embrace, Aleksander kneaded her backside tenderly “Sleep tsvesti until the sun is high above”.

Tsvesti or ‘Blossom’ was a nickname Aleksander had called Ame whether through normal conversation or groaning to her during their carnal acts. It was a pet name that Ame enjoyed and obediently gave him more to please him. “I still got work to do for my family” she whispered, though her eyes remained closed and continuing to enjoy his hands on her bottom. Aleksander groaned again lifting his head from her breasts, their eyes locked and Ame got the urge to lean down and kiss him deeply.

Their lips broke apart and Aleksander sighed out loudly and Ame knew she had won “You damn Japanese mob; you never seem to sleep” he shook his head as he untangled his limbs from around her body. Ame laughed though inwardly she pouted over the loss of their bodies being connected, sitting upright and staring down at him as Aleksander rolled onto his back “If I stopped my work I’d have my older sister find me and demand answers” “Beautiful girls like you, even if you are Yakuza need breaks too” Aleksander countered, his lips forming his trademark lopsided grin.

Ame laughed gaily again leaning down to nibble Aleksander’s jawline and quickly hopped off the king bed before her body told her to mount him again. The sunlight rolled over her naked figure as she grabbed a fresh pair of red lacy lingerie from the drawers. Pulling the lingerie on to give a barrier between the two new lovers, Ame grabbed her black and hot pink yukata off the chaise and threw it over her body. Her long hair still hanging down her back, she heard Aleksander mutter “Even clothed, your body taunts me…” Ame bit her bottom lip and grinned to herself now purposely swinging her hips as she walked down the wooden stairs to the bottom floor smelling the delicious aroma of room service breakfast already served. She wondered when did the attendants deliver the tray and hoped for their sake they did not hear anything from upstairs.

Grabbing a piece of toast and two boiled eggs from the cutely arranged basket, Ame sat down at her desk and opened her laptop. The screen lit up as she punched in her password, images of the night at Space Ibiza flashed on the screen as well as CCTV footage of her mysterious American spy that she met at the club appeared in a pop up. Frowning Ame stared at the dirty blonde hair man “Who is he?” her Russian lover was suddenly behind her; he too was staring at the footage.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out” Ame shrugged as she scanned the pictures and pulled up a report sent to her from her father’s advisers back home. Pulling up another chair behind her and dropping his chin on her shoulder, Aleksander grinned mischievously “You did not fuck him, did you?” Ame laughed and stared at him incredulously before placing her finger underneath his chin “Your cock is the only one that has been in me since my Patron…” her voice dropped to a seductive mannerism that made Aleksander lean forward and shove his tongue into her mouth.

Ame grinned against his lips, watching him pull away, satisfaction across his face “I don’t know whether to be surprised or pleased. Ame Hayato, the Oyabun’s youngest daughter known for her enjoyment of sex and has not had dick in a month? Something is wrong” Aleksander jested and Ame swatted his arm playfully appreciating that the Russian had not bothered to put on any clothes still. Cracking his fingers, Aleksander raised his hands “May I? I am kind of good at this investigating of others, it’s what we do in my family” shifting to the side Ame gestured for him to shuffle forward.

Aleksander grinned “Uh, uh” he scooped the giggling Ame off her own chair and sat down in it, placing her on his lap “Better.” He nodded his fingers now dancing across the keyboard of her laptop. Ame bit her bottom lip again feeling his length press against her panties and it took all her energy to focus to what he was doing on the screen, Aleksander continued to grin as he minimised tabs and opened new ones punching in more addresses and details. “Are you struggling there Ms Hayato?” she knew he was teasing her so she played along with it “Not at all Mr Volkov”. Aleksander snorted, one of his hands leaving the keyboard to dance across her lingerie.

Ame squirmed in his lap and it only made Aleksander smirk wider, his free hand now grabbing her waist tightly still grinding himself against her “A-A–Alek…work…” Ame whimpered. “We can work like this Tsvesti” Aleksander continued to smirk, kissing her deeply and pulled on her bottom lip before focusing on her laptop again. Ame shivered with pleasure, fiercely trying to prevent her hips from rolling back and forth. The youngest Hayato moaned out as she grabbed onto his bare thighs “God damn it Alek, I need to figure out who this spy is!” Aleksander chuckled his fingers still skimming the keyboard and patted the top of her head “C.I.A Julian Huntington II, master in four kinds of combat, intercepting and detaining. He also knows how to disappear” he gestured towards the screen revealing the information to her. A portrait size of Ame’s mysterious spy took up the entire screen, his credentials to the right.

Ame stared in surprise, while she was distracted by Aleksander’s glorious manhood, he had managed to unlock and uncover who exactly her spy was. But new questions arose in her head, why was the CIA following her? Was it because of the incident with Shun Hui back in China, sending the girls head rolling off the cliff or the new event featuring not just herself but her big sister too. She turned her head to Aleksander’s grinning face, he mumbled “Your welcome”. Removing her yukata and dropping it to the floor, Ame felt Aleksander remove her bra that had only been on her body for five minutes. The answers would come later at least one big piece of the puzzle had been solved.

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雨滴: Same Page

Alek and Ame’s conversation turns personal and of her past
 

So, the blonde Mafia had a name and it seemed after her sister’s lieutenant scooped her out of the mess at the Space Ibiza, Mei had dealt with her enemy doing what she does best. A swift and silent kill. It was clear Aleksander knew exactly who she was but what did he want with her, she did not know. He gave her a rogue smile “As for who I am, I am a Volkov my family we are uh…run a family business of a kind but the Zima’s were stirring up trouble back home in Mother Russia, you Hayato’s did us a favour, so I thank you”.

Ame stared at him dumbfounded before quickly finding her voice “Why didn’t you tell me sooner and wait until I was filled with alcohol?” “Both our families are big in our separate underworlds, if I had mentioned myself when you were sober, I am no fool Ame Hayato your reputation has reached even the cold front of my country” Aleksander lifted himself slightly but kept the Yakuza’s daughter pinned underneath “Plus other than your skill with the blade, I heard of your more favourable talents”. Clearly complimenting her insatiable appetite for strong, dominating men Ame blushed faintly then folded her arms “You wanted a taste of a Yakuza”.

Aleksander’s mysterious smile changed to one of mischief “Never experienced it and I’ve had my share of delightful women but they all fire and try and pin me down but unfortunately for them it never works”. Ame pouted up at him “I may be submissive but I was coldly dismissed by a text message from my Dom” Aleksander gasped in feign horror and leaned back down cradling her face in his hands “That man, Jacen…is a fool” he said with a matter of fact tone. Ame looked to the side feeling her face cradle into his hands “Hai…” she whispered.

Her lips were kissed again and she muffled in surprise, feeling Aleksander’s grin against her mouth he kissed her deeper and she sunk back into the pleasure. It had been so long, abnormal for the normally carnal Hayato, she had not been with any other man since Jacen as if her mentality kept her thinking she was still bound to him only. Aleksander was proving to her she could let go and return to what she did best. Lots of raunchy sex.

雨流儀: Always Skirts



I made a couple of new sets but the theme going on with the below three is that they all have black skirts whether latex, polyester or nylon, skirts are an essential part of Ame Hayato’s wardrobe. Still keeping with her trademark colours of course and two of these LOTD are part of the arcs that occured in her chronicles.

The three chosen outfits are listed below
Ginza night by lucilxlu featuring wall home decor
Sushi Sakura: My latest LOTD, I literally made it this morning while at work (we are very quiet today) I am not sure where I will put this outfit whether in an upcoming arc post Prague and Cartel or a random side story for Ame. This entire outfit is what the youngest Yakuza is all about. Cute and sexy rolled into a single outfit with themes of sushi, cherry blossom and cats. I think my favourite items are the sushi earrings and badge attached to her top.

Tea Party by lucilxlu featuring gold wall art
Tea Party: Between the Cartel and Venice arcs, Ame is back in London doing some serious investigation and hunting for the killer (spoiler alert again and won’t say anymore!) and has a visit to the underground syndicate and catch up with the members of the Joyce family and Richardson gang. It is through intel and her alliance with these two London clans that Ame is given information of the whereabouts of the killer. This outfit is slightly more covered up than her other outfits, though the skirt is still miniscule. She is wearing pearls and gold to match with the high end scene of London.

Hospital visit by lucilxlu featuring a moisturizing lipstick
Hospital Visit: Beginning of the Cartel arc that I started writing up, Ame returns to Tokyo swiftly from Prague after finding out one of her family members have been attacked. I won’t say who just keep reading the chronicles, though at this rate I am posting each short story in this blog, you will all probably won’t read it until the new year. The cute bag is by Dolls kills and she is wearing restrained clothing that acts as a physical shield for her tender emotions at this moment.

雨滴: Russian Admirer

Alek and Ame’s meeting continues in the Death club
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A cocktail glass filled with something very pink and floating cotton candy appeared on the table between the two of them breaking the heated spell between the two of them. Aleksander quickly released Ame’s hand and she broke their eye contact looking at the poor soul who she had forgotten and paid for her drink. Seeing the two of them, the raven hair man averted his eyes awkwardly “Your drink my lady, the sassy bartender with curly hair dubbed it ‘Sabina’ named after one of their former escorts. She told me it was sweet with a bit of a kick at the end”.

Standing up, Ame laughed as she put her foot back into her shoe and pecked the man’s cheek “Thank you, I shall enjoy it” quickly swiping the cocktail off the bar table, she mingled back into the dancing crowd. Looking over shoulder quickly she saw Aleksander following her. They caught each other’s devious smiles and Ame took a quick sip of the concoction, the man was right it was very sweet and that spicy kick down her throat made her tingle all over. She eagerly drank some more, sitting in one of the alcoves next to a hotly kissing couple.

Aleksander sat next to her as he took the glass off her “May I taste this Sabina?” Ame laughed as she sprawled her legs over his lap “You already took the glass Alek, so go ahead” the red hair man moved closer until Ame was sitting in his lap and took a sip. He made a face and quickly gave the glass back to her “Too sweet for my liking” Ame happily accepted the alcohol back and sculled it down, dropping the glass onto the table in front of them, a bit of the pink liquid seeping from the corner of her lips.

Reaching up, Aleksander used his thumb to clean off the alcohol, trailing his finger along her jawline Ame now giddy from the sweet cocktail stared at him intensely. They stared at each other briefly as the loud noises of the music and crowd seemed to echo as time slowed down. Ame found herself kissing Aleksander and time resumed as normal, grabbing onto his white shirt in handfuls, one of his hands lost in her hair and the other gripping onto her behind.

The couple beside them noticed them and grinned resuming their own lip lock, only to shift more to the edge of the lounge as Aleksander pulled Ame off his lap and onto her back against the smooth leather. Pulling the Russian on top of her, Ame shoved her tongue in his mouth grasping around his neck, soft moans coming out of her mouth and getting louder as Aleksander trailed his lips to her neck and shoulders. The other couple would have watched them but decided to give them the entire alcove space, the girl with a soft giggle closing the sheer curtain behind her.

Wrapped in semi darkness, Ame and Aleksander continued their heated kisses, Ame unbuttoning and pulling off Alek’s shirt revealing his toned biceps and four pack, pressing her palms on his chest and whimpering with delight. Bunching her black skirt in his hands, Aleksander lifted her dress up above her knees to her hips. It was then, Ame realised she still had her throwing stars in her G-string. Too late. She felt them both being removed and thrown to the wooden table with a quiet thud.

“The cherry blossom has thorns…a rare sight” Ame heard Aleksander’s muffled voice between her breasts, his hands stilled on her hips. Pinned and exposed, she gathered her breathless voice “Who are you?” Lifting his face, Aleksander stared into her eyes “Your sister The Hinotori eliminated one of my family’s greatest enemies, their daughter to be precise and your pursuer in the United States. Oleysa Zima”.

雨滴: Blossoming in Death

Ame’s story in Prague continues, I hope you are all still enjoying her chronicles ❤
 

Walking to the entrance of the Death clubs, two bouncers with guns stared down at her, Ame beamed up at both and flashed them her temporary ID again not with her real details on the card. Nodding at her, they allowed her inside with a swing of both the doors. The noise was intense with Amanranthe’s ‘Nexus’ roaring through the high speakers, large tesla coils sat at each corner of the lit-up dance floor that also had suspended cages filled with dancers.

On the stage in the centre wearing a fedora was a gorgeous dark skin woman, she was dancing on a chair and enticing the crowd who cried out “Mia! Mia!” money littered the floor where she danced and everywhere she stepped she tugged off a piece of clothing and placed the paper money into her thong much to the pleasure of the crowd. Behind the sheer red curtains in the alcoves of the clubs, couples drank, made out and some were bold to have sex in the plush leather lounges.  At the main bar, four bartenders served and entertained with their tricks for the que, dancing around a pole on the second open floor were two bald twin women, each heavily tattooed and giving the crowd plenty to look at.

Ame laughed with joy at all the glorious chaos unfolding before her and quickly removed her own cape coat and passing it to one of the coat check attendants. Smacking her red lips together she sauntered over towards the bar, a couple of men being bold and offering her drinks of her choosing. Ame giggled coyly and thanked the raven hair man almost bowing before realising where she was “Give me one of their best cocktails” the patron nodded and eagerly pushed himself to the front of the que much to the objection of the crowd.

Sitting down in a bar stool by the dance floor, Ame bobbed her head back and forth to the music, it wasn’t Japanese techno but it had a beat that she could dance to. Feeling a presence approach her, Ame’s fingers graced her right thigh of where her throwing stars sat only to hear a baritone voice greet her softly despite the loud music “Privet tsvesti” she froze up immediately recognising the language as Russian and her thoughts went to the Russian mafia she had left in New York city. If it weren’t for the arrival of her Onee-chan Meiakane, Ame would have been done for.

Looking up over her shoulder, Ame prepared herself for another quarrel only to drink in the sight of a very tall man with hazel eyes and hair the colour of burning fire. His skin was as fair as hers, his lips curled in a lopsided grin as their eyes connected. Ame stared briefly before giving him her most dazzling smile “Konbanwa…” “Ahh Japanese, hajimemashite” though his Russian tenor was heavy, his pronunciation was on point. Ame laughed amazed and swivelled in her stool, her concentration now completely on him “Your Japanese is perfect Mr?” she now spoke back in English.

Taking her left hand in his, the man with the flame hair kissed the back of her hand “Aleksander Volkov and you are?” Ame’s smile widened, he was bold and charming she had to give him points for that “Sakura” she answered simply. “Miss… Sakura? You are not one of the regulars of Death Club, just arrived today?” Sitting opposite her at the tiny table but keeping her hand in his, Aleksander rubbed the back of her palm slowly.

Ame nodded, pushing her hair over her shoulder with her free hand showing off her skin under the multi coloured lights and lasers. “I was tipped to visit this place” underneath the table, she felt their legs entwine and she tilted her head cutely “Mr Volkov, I believe you are trying to seduce me in public”. She slipped off one of her heels and glided her foot between Aleksander’s calves and slid it up to nestle on the chair between his thighs, he clearly felt it and bit his bottom lip. Their eyes still connected as he felt a brief rub on his groin “But you are teasing me Ms Sakura…”.

雨滴: Prague

Prague. The heart of the Czech Republic, known for its architecture, beer and traditional cafes and green scenery. It also had a killer night life or so Ame Hayato was informed by a fellow Yak who lived in the city for the past two years. Takumi had even name dropped the “best nightclub” on the streets, it apparently had her name written all over it.

With otherworldly escorts of a mixture of nations attending to men and women’s needs (if they got paid), heavy metal and spinning electronica covered on the decks or main stage and a popular reputation of BDSM rooms in the private chambers above the main dance floor. It also headlined the Prague newspapers with stories of a stabbing and even a bomb going off inside the club. Yet it still bounced back and thrived instead utilising all these negative impacts to flourish its infamous name to the public. It was a place that Ame while escaping her American spy was willing to sneak into and mix in with the crowd.

Standing on the second floor where the marble bathroom was situated, Ame was taking up residence in the Augustine hotel in their Tower suite, it had three floors and one of their most lavish rooms. Ame had checked in under a pseudo name merely calling herself- Sakura Darling. Leaning over the vanity sink, Ame applied heavy silver eyeshadow to her lids and rouge lipstick on her pouty lips. Flicking her dyed light brown hair over her shoulder, she was already dressed in a Dior black suspender skirt with triple belts crossing over her waist it was connected to the black halter top that exposed her back revealing her intricate cherry blossom tattoo running along her back. Her family’s name and symbol visibly clear and tattooed on her left shoulder.

She was still without a collar and it only reminded the youngest Hayato of her Patron’s dismissal over text. To make herself feel better, Ame wore a Swarovski clear crystal necklace, it sparkled in the light. Grabbing her Chanel rubix cube bag off the counter as well as tucking in two butterfly throwing stars into her lingerie G-string, Ame skipped down the wooden stairs and slipped into her black lacquered Christian Louboutin heels.

Picking her Burberry black cape coat off the coat rack, Ame stepped out into the courtyard of the Augustine. She headed through the lobby area of the hotel and walked outside into the driveway, one of the porters already hailing down one of the hired cars for her. Guests checking into the 5-star property stared at the elusive Japanese woman who smiled coyly underneath her wavy locks of hair and quickly stepped into the black car before someone recognised her.

Giving her driver the address of the Death Club, he arched his eyebrows at her in the revision mirror “Miss Darling, you do realise which club this is?” Ame merely smiled sweetly “Yes I do, I’d still like to see it” nodding the hired car turned out of the Augustine’s driveway and crossed the bridge. The Death club was across the Vltava near the Prague Beer museum; it was hidden in its own alley way and unfortunately was a one-way street.

Pulling up behind the other cars parked in front of the venue, Ame’s driver looked over his shoulder “We are here Ms Darling, what time do you want to be picked up?” Ame threw him a bill and laughed as she adjusted her short skirt underneath her coat “No need for a return trip, I’ll find my own way home” the driver’s eyes widened again before Ame closed the passenger door shut and tapped the roof of the car telling him to leave.

雨滴: The Wolf

We get a teaser into the next chapter of Ame’s story that leads her into Prague as well as the introduction of a new character.
Aleksander Volkov

In the far north of Russia, the fireplace was roaring inside a large manor as an older man sat in front of a large rectangular table that was covered with maps, manila folders and arsenal. His weathered finger pointed to a singular picture of Ame taken from the cameras of JFK airport.

“Наши враги дочь была убита. Самый молодой Хаято переехал в Прагу, поблагодарить ее от нашей семьи” (Our enemies daughter has been killed. The youngest Hayato has moved to Prague, thank her from our family)

In front of him facing the fireplace with hair that matched the blaze, a man in his early thirties wearing a business shirt and black pants picked up the photo and eyed it carefully, his hazel eyes flickering in the dim light before folding the piece of paper and tucking it into his front pocket. “Дядя, а что если я могу завязать сделку с ней, вы позволите это?” (Uncle, what if I can strike up a deal with her, will you allow it?)

The old man chuckled softly regarding his nephew with an amused look and opened his arms with a nod “Да шарм Ame Хаято, я уверен, что она не может сопротивляться вам” (Yes charm Ame Hayato, I am sure she can’t resist you). The young man with flame hair gave his uncle a lopsided grin before loading up a duffle bag with various guns, he lifted it over his shoulder and bowed low before quietly leaving the office.

GifSpam! Emoji Shadowhunters

Countdown until Season 2 trailer is released to the world, it is happening at 10am PST or 1pm EST so converting that to Aussie time for me and I have to wait until 4am to watch it?! It will be worth it staying up for it before bedtime >< Meanwhile CanIslytherinthings made these emoji gifs related to each character from the series. I love it! 😀