Small pale feet walked across the cold red Moroccan inspired tiles, the dimly lit entrance walls painted a dark mink colour. Chinese inspired glass lantern lights hanging from the ceiling, the soft red light reflecting off the large glass doors to the side.
The wall of purple Ivy inside the interconnected garage, enough to fit one car, highlighted the grandeur of the gun metal Pagani that she'd been working on next.
The interior had been lined with Official Hermès leather and the paint had been specially made to order-Yuki being a connoisseur for creating shadow-like cars.
Her ability to reconstruct a car that was both elegant, incredibly fast paced-changing the engine to reach the desired speed or complimentary pairing. Making the car equally as efficient and hardwearing, a prominent yet mysterious figure in the car world.
A hand held onto the wall, coughing vigorously blood spewing out of her mouth as she wiped it on her sweater. A pink stain like blush clung to her face and neck.
'Not this shit again.' Hands reaching out for the small unlabelled box in her bag, similar to a box of mints.
Taking out four anticoagulants pills and popping them in her mouth, unauthorised for human consumption due to the doubled dosage. Her body being much resistant to prominent drug use and physical trauma, be able to heal at a quicker pace than others.
However it may seem as a result of this she is unable to get sick, but she continues to spit blood. As a result of this she's found out that although her body appears to be deteriorating and there's certain foods she can't eat, despite spitting blood heavy periods and occasional vomiting. She won't die from it because her gift is protecting her from that.
How great is that.
A glass of water magically appeared in front of her as her home sitter Aiko stood patiently unannounced.
"A concierge from Davidson's Aparment complex is here." She said watching her, her lip twitching in disapproval at the blood stain on her clothes.
Tilting her head in confusion she suddenly laughed, handing over her back after retrieving her phone.
"Has Kuro been fed yet?" She asked suddenly changing the subject.
"No... I-"
"Aiko I respect you as your older than me, however it doesn't mean I have to listen to it." She smiled graciously, showing exactly how much of a foul mood she was in. "Prepare nothing for the guest but have him seated in the in the blue room."
Aiko swallowing a little, blushed in embarrassment as she caught sight of her demonic look. Making her appear even more beautiful in the hue of red, as if preparing to go into battle.
"I'll feed Kuro myself." Before walking off to her room to clean herself up.
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The blue room was simply a large simply furnished, blue room.
Two incredibly large navy-blue leather sofas stood in the middle, draped in a luxurious velvet covering. The chandelier like an upside down flower, further added to the rooms beauty.
Standing between the sofas was a rectangular coffee table, as a fragrant smell of flowers- a large pot of overgrown crimson Magnolia and Camelia trees sat behind. Spilled petals looking particularly sensual against the blue wooden flooring.
A grand painting stood against the largest wall, the image of the surface of the sea curling at dawn. Flickers of red and orange could be seen on the surface, with a birds eyes view. Against the light it would look absolutely breathtaking and awe-inspired, but there were no windows here. Rather it looked sinister, so immersive that it gave you a kind of stifling feeling. Like the feeling of drowning, falling into an abyss.
A single clip held her fringe back as her damp hair clung to the back of her black silk kimono, appearing slovenly dressed. The Obi (belt) not tied properly as the hakkae (lower lining) mostly skidded across the floor, like a queen as she walked elegantly. Expressing her reign of dominion in her private quarters.
Walking in and leaving the door open, her pale eyes sparkled with sarcasm as a kind smile blossomed on her lips.
"You must be the owner, I'm Matthew Cranston from Davidson's Luxury Apartment Complex's." He said, hidden greed in his beady eyes. "I'm replacing your former concierge, I just wanted to inform you of my looking around your apartment."
Staring at Yuki with complete fascination, as she rested an arm against the blue velvet. A hint of skin from her calf could be seen in the split, crossing one leg over another.
"Concierge... I wonder what ever do you mean?" Playing with her hair in feign naivety.
Aiko walking in with large metal bowl of something in her hands, placing it on to the table before quickly retreating.
Her eyes scanning the cheap suit and the scruffy face he wore, her guesses correct as she smiled.
Wondering how can a several hundred million filler company hire such an unprofessional, possible drug recreational user, as a concierge for the rich?
"Hmm, maybe Kuro can help me?" She said sullenly with a sigh.
"Kuro?!" Sweetly calling out and turning her face to the door, making the man smile at her own stupidity.
Taking the chance whilst she was busy to have a look into the large bowl in the middle of the coffee table. His face blank as he looked into the bowl, half filled with thick cuts of raw meat oozing with blood.
Shivering slightly a look of apprehension and disgust on his face, as fear swelled in chest. Listening to her gentle cooing, feeling somewhat relaxed listening to it.
"Darling! I've missed you." A large blur of black came bumbling in, the door swiftly slamming shut behind him.
His back stiffening as a beautifully majestic and adult sized Jaguar prowled close to the woman, her legs crossed around his paws. Purring loudly at her tender caresses, her pale eyes softened with complete most affection. Kissing its cheek as it brushed it face against hers.
"Kuro, why would I need a concierge?" She asked scratching its ears playfully, a mischievous smile on her lips. "When the building is privately owned by me and isn't on lease-Do you know?" Laughing as she watched it tilt its head at her, it's abrasive tongue licking her hand.
His hands and legs further back against the sofa as if afraid of getting anywhere near it. His heart rate clamouring as his hands trembled, his blood shit eyes in the verge of tears. However, afraid of making any sudden movements.
"So tell me Mr. Cranston was there anything that you liked?" Standing up, her back straight as she stood before him her shadow covering his body, as if he was being totally consumed by her.
"That is with the intention-to steal of course." A little humour in her voice.
Watching to his horror as delicate hands held a thick cube of meat, blood dribbling down her forearm into her sleeve. Squeezing it in those beautiful hands, clean nails scraping at the flesh with pleasure.
His mouth dry as his teeth chattered, the Jaguar standing up making him flinch his tail in the air. Pretty hazel eyes dilated with hunger and saliva dripping down his mouth, as Yuki took her seat showing off her slender arm.
Offering it to the animal he watched as it carefully licked up the blood from her arm before biting into the piece of meat, being mindful of her fingers that might be in the way.
"What's wrong am I being vulgar?" She asked with feign hurt.
Before a wolfish grin appeared on her face, her eyes reddening with hunger. "You dare covet my things- What do you want? The car, that painting. Diamonds and other shit." Her rapid change of personality frightening him, her blatant interest making him blank out.
"Shut up you bitch- and hand over everything you have." Pulling out a gun and pointing at her.
"I think Kuro's still hungry...", she said aloud making him look around the room desperately. Not knowing how the Jaguar had snuck up on him while he wasn't paying attention.
"I doubt he'll taste good though- you never know before you try right?" Her fingers in her ears, not wanting to hear his shrieks of fear, her pet prying away the gun by piercing jagged teeth into his wrist. Flicking his tail, sliding it under the sofa.
Laying on her side with her feet up, an arm against her face as she said "Maybe you can use him as a chew toy? Be as artistic as you want, we can clean it all up later." Her cold voice and emotionless gaze stabbed him repeatedly, making him consider plucking his eyes out just not to look at her. Unable to decide what was more frightening.
"I'm sorry. Please I won't do it again- I promise." His words making her freeze. Her hands immediately clenching at the back of her head, Kuro letting out a threatening low growl.
"I hope you get fucking ripped to shreds."