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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Jasmine listened closely to everything that Bartiel said, but when he mentioned gang connections she couldn't help but smile. chuckling softly and sitting up she knelt beside him and reached up, pulling the shocking pack from the collar around his neck before she removed the cock ring. Leaning down she kissed the tip of his nose and rolled her eyes. "Bartiel, you're so cute," she purred, moving down to untie his ankles.

"Your brother might have 'gang connections' but hun, lemme tell you something. Around here there are only two gangs that consider themselves a mafia, that's the Italians and the Russians. They leave each other alone because they don't want anymore federal attention. I'm gonna tell you a secret. The Italian boss, Dominic, he's got a special crush on me. You see, when I first got here to the school I took a liking to one of his boys and I almost managed to fuck him but Dom found me first. I'm his...play thing if you'd like to put it that way. If anything happens to me there's more than one person who would be glad to kill a few people to find out who did it."

Sitting back on her heals she began to wrap the rope around her small hand, making a secure knot before she moved up to his wrists. "The Russians, well, they don't exactly like me all that much, but there are a few of the younger boys who can put a few bugs in daddy's ear and make certain I don't get hurt either. If anyone else is anywhere near their territory they'll know. If they know, you'll be seeing lots of new 'exchange students'."

Finished untying his hands she knotted those ropes as well and leaned down to give him a quick kiss. "Now I'm going to make myself something to eat, want anything," she asked, bouncing off the bed and pulling on the black, oversized t-shirt she'd worn over. It was long enough to cover her nearly to her knees, just in case Vision decided to come back early.
 
Bartiel raised an eyebrow when she seemed to be responding to his statements as if Abel was just a...non-threat. Maybe Bartiel was overreacting. Still, he figured something tragic would happen if he underestimated his older brother. Bartiel couldn't help but frown, although he kept his thoughts and worries on the inside, since Jasmine clearly didn't want to hear him. Bartiel waited until he was free, moving his wrists a little bit. He didn't kiss back, thinking a bit about everything that was said, simply going to grab the robe he was sleeping in before and slipping it over his figure.

As Jasmine headed to the kitchen, Bartiel stayed back on his own, shaking his head when she asked if he wanted anything. “I'm fine,” he said to her, sitting on his bed, facing the bed as he sighed, grabbing a book, looking at the cover, before he opened it up, flipping through the book. Vision of course wouldn't just be coming over abitrarily, since he and Bartiel had seperate dorms. Vision was out, doing god-knows what. As Bartiel rested in his bed, resting his exausted body which hadn't gotten any sleep properly in 24 hours.

Meanwhile, Jasmine got a call, from one of Dominic's subordinates. Really, it wasn't immediate, but not terribly long. He called Jasmine to let her know that he wanted Jasmine to get away from the 'Redhaired Troublemaker', Bartiel, and the 'Son of that Alabaster whore', or specifically, The man wasn't much for talking, so he just delivered the message before he hung up. There was more to the story than was there, but that was just one message.
 
Jasmine answered her phone on the third ring and listened to the message, wrinkling her nose when the man just hung up. Immediately Jasmine called back, leaning against the counter as she began to eat her sandwich. The number she called was Dominic's personal number, his cellphone to be more specific, and Jasmine waited patiently for him to answer his phone. Finally he answered and Jasmine smiled as she heard the familiar voice.

"Nicky, you should really pick your messengers better," she mewed, her pout translating over the phone perfectly enough she got a chuckle. "He really wasn't polite, sounds new. I didn't know I rated so low, I thought I was supposed to be your little girl. I mean really, such vile language, I have sensitive little ears."

"Sweety, that worked the first time I had someone leave you a message but I know better. Those little ears have heard more than their share," he chuckled. "You better pay attention this time, though. I heard you got a new boy toy and I been hearin' from a couple people that you're ready to leave me for him. What's that redheaded sonofabitch got that I don't, huh? I spoil your little ass rotten an' this is how you repay me? You're breakin' my heart honey."

Jasmine frowned slightly and slumped, taking another bite of her sandwich. "You knew the rules,you promised that if I found someone who treated me right that you'd let me have all the fun I wanted and you'd leave me alone, you're goin' back on that promise. You really shouldn't do that," she pouted again, able to hear him sigh and grumble on his end.
 
At Dominic's side was a businessman who had been making deals with the mob. He was also the one who warned Dominic about the 'redheaded troublemaker', Bartiel Onyx. Listening to the phone conversation as best he could, the man adjusted his glasses. Not wanting to interrupt the phone call, he scribbled down some information on Bartiel Onyx, as well as also making sure to note Vision.

The paper given to Dominic was simple. 'Bartiel Onyx seems harmless, but his family is dangerous. He himself was a key witness in the trial which sent my employer to jail for a year, and his family, his stepfather in particular is associated with both the Felidae Pharmaceudical Company, as well as the police; the family adopted a boy named Vision, who is the son of the policewoman we had elimated a couple years ago for snooping a bit too closely in your affairs.' the man had written down. The Felidae Pharmaceudical Company was a company based in a nearby major city which had many school programs designed to increase drug and gang awareness, and while not openly, subtly opposed the the illegal activities of the two mafias in town...as well as being highly opposed to corrupt police officers, helping the force provide free random drug tests to weed out anyone on anything.

Meanwhile, Bartiel had woken up, having tried to sleep, being unable to. Walking past Jasmine, he leaned in and gave her a light peck on the cheek before moving to the stovetop to make some soup, yawning sleepily, smacking his lips slightly.
 
Jasmine gave Bartiel a smile as he walked in and gave her a peck on the cheek before her attention turned back to the man on the phone. Listening to him read off a few details from the paper before him the small girl sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes before she pushed away from the counter. "If you don't like it, I'm sorry," she said softly, "but you made a promise to me and I expect you to hold to it. I didn't want to do this but I'm going to hang up now. If you want to find me you know where I live, hell, you know pretty much everything about me. Send one of the boys to pick me up if you have to but I'm not going to leave them alone. 'Bye, Nicky." With that she hung up the phone, barely paying attention as he began to protest her decision.

On the other end Dominic slammed the phone down onto the cradle, cursing in Italian as he sat back in his chair before rubbing a hand over his eyes. "Ungrateful little bitch," he mumbled, finally returning to English before he stood and walked from his office, completely ignoring the businessman beside his desk.
 
Bartiel had a lot on his mind. Specifically, part of him was now scared of his lolita girlfriend. She had tased him. It didn't sit well with him, not to mention the fact that she had forced herself – truly forced herself on him once and damn near did it before their relationship started. The basis of their relationship was sex. That was obvious. It was sex, and some small inkling of...admiration, that the two of them had developed, seperately. Bartiel's only question was that if their relationship would hold up if they weren't both highly-charged, exceedingly sexual people.

He liked to believe that it would, although in that case he might have waited that extra year that he'd originally intended on waiting. Upon hearing her side of the conversation, Bartiel raised an eyebrow. “Who was that? Another boyfriend?” he asked casually. He still hadn't realized that she had intended to be truly exclusive with him with the exception of him telling her when it was okay. He didn't even know why he had to carry the key to her chastity belt, simply being told by his mother that it was very important he bring the key back before she punched him in the head for being an asshole and leaving the two of them alone. The only time he ever remembered his mother not being in a psychotic break and hitting him, but in retrospect, it was highly deserved.

As he went through the fridge, he thought of a question to ask. He figured that the answer would be 'No, it's too soon', or 'I don't know you well enough', or 'I hope I do', hoping for one of those answers, but as he pulled out a banana, Bartiel looked at Jasmine, straight-on. “Hey, Jasmine. Do you love me?” he asked, peeling the banana and taking a bite.
 
At the sound of Bartiel's voice Jasmine turned slightly and gave him a small smile, rolling her eyes at the question. "I don't have another boyfriend, besides, the call wasn't all that important," she answered simply, finishing the last bite of her sandwich. Walking over to the fridge she wiggled past him and began rummaging through its contents, humming softly before extracting an apple. Walking back to the cabinet the small girl closed the door to the fridge with one small foot, humming a tune that had been stuck in her head for the last few days.

Having begun to cut her apple Jasmine had just popped the first slice in her mouth, after covering it with peanut butter, of course, Jasmine wasn't even surprised by his question. Chewing the rest of the apple slice in her mouth Jasmine just looked up at Bartiel and smiled. "Of course I do. That's why I had your mom give you the key to my chastity belt. That way I could be sure that I wouldn't take it off. I already made it clear to her that I didn't want to have sex with anyone but you, so she gave me the belt as a present, just to make absolutely certain I wouldn't break my promise." Without another word Jasmine cut another slice off her apple and scooped out more peanut butter, humming as she chewed, making certain to lick all the stickiness off her fingers.
 
Bartiel raised an eyebrow as she said she didn't have another boyfriend. You don't? he thought in his mind, surprise coloring the tone of his internal monologue, but he didn't admit his surprise out loud. Instead he glanced over at his girlfriend before she smiled at him and said that she loved him. The thought made his heart skip a beat as she so casually admitted that she was in love with him.

I... he paused in his thought processes, his brain almost freezing over as he looked at his girlfriend, disguising his surprise. He wouldn't be able to say 'I love you' back, because he wasn't sure how he felt. Although when she mentioned that she didn't want to have sex with anyone but him... he almost dropped his banana. “...Wait, that's what that key was for?” he asked, blinking at her with some surprise. “No wonder mom told me it was absolutely vital I keep my promise to return before the new year,” he said, a light blush on his cheeks as he looked away. He didn't really know what to say.

“I'm...surprised,” he admitted. “Happy, but surprised, that you would want to be actually exclusive with me,” he said, biting his lower lip. That made him feel even more guilty about being unsure of others knowing about them. He hid his guilt by biting his banana.
 
Jasmine watched Bartiel's reaction with barely contained amusement. Taking another bite of her apple the small girl purred softly and finished chewing before she responded at all. "You don't have to be so surprised. I might be a whore but I am serious when I say that I love you. You probably asked because you weren't sure about this relationship since all we've done is have sex, but did you ever wonder why you had me stay around when your parents were here? At that moment you probably weren't having as many doubts, then again, you might have been you were just ignoring them. Your mom tried making a pass at me a few times and she seemed just as surprised when I told her 'no', that I wasn't going to have sex with her, or anybody else for that matter, without your consent."

Finishing off her apple Jasmine turned on the cold water in the sink, standing on tiptoe to reach a glass before sliding the peanut butter back into the cabinet. "I already know that you're not sure about having anyone else know about us, if there even will be an us for much longer. You'll either pull away or try driving me away, I can see it already, but if you're going to do that, will you at least be honest about why you're doing it?"

Filling her glass with cold water and turning off the tap Jasmine took a drink before turning. "I'll be watching TV, join me or go back to bed if you want, but you'd better decide quickly. You still have orgasms to make up for and I'm not leaving until you've made up at least half of them."
 
Bartiel paused when he listened to her speak up. He bit his lip, although when she mentioned that he wasn't having any doubts when his parents were around, he stiffened up. “...Jasmine,” he spoke up softly before hearing her begin to mention that she wasn't sure that they would last much longer. At that, he swallowed, listening to her. “Hey, how can you talk about orgasms like they're currency...?” he commented, rubbing the back of his head, but he did have a more serious, more important thing to say.

“...I...wanted you to meet my parents,” he said, afterwards, looking at her. “...I...don't know why, but I didn't want them to know we were dating, but I did want them to know about you, in a way. I guess... some part of me is a little ashamed,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. Ashamed to be dating a little girl, ashamed to be dating a girl who until now was a whore, but at the same time... “...But I'm also proud to have you. Proud that you chose me, and want to only sleep with me. That's something I'm definitely proud of. I...I think that it's because that man may be appearing in my life again that I feel so insecure,” he said, frowning. He didn't want to say Abel's name.

“...Let's watch TV,” he said, grabbing some juice from the fridge before approaching Jasmine and grabbing her hand and looking down at her. She was tiny, compared to him. With somewhat small, though existant breasts, a small stature, and a form which was more cute than beautiful, she was tiny, but she was his lover. “...I'm the only boy you've ever been serious and exclusive with, aren't I?” he asked. He was working off of guess-work, but he wondered if it would be true.

For some reason, he wanted to say 'only' rather than 'first'.
 
Jasmine paused in the doorway, leaning against the door frame as she listened to him. Chuckling softly at his first comment she didn't bother responding, instead she simply shrugged. Bringing one small foot up to scratch the back of her opposite thigh she simply leaned her head back against the wall as she listened. After Bartiel had left and Delilah managed to coax her out of the corner Jasmine had sat and talked with his mother long enough to know that Bartiel would be having a difficult time with Able out of jail, and the knowledge that his elder sibling may come after Jasmine and Delilah scared him, but the small girl thought it best if she kept that knowledge to herself.

Smiling when he said they should watch TV together Jasmine curled her fingers around Bartiel's hand, still happily surprised just how much bigger his were. slightly shocked at his question she thought about how to answer before finally nodding. "Everyone else just wanted me as sex," she said softly, letting him sit on the couch first before she scooted past his legs and curled on the couch beside him. "You're the only one who's ever wanted anything else. That's one reason I had a crush on you, you didn't want me for sex, or at least you didn't make it known. That's why I took advantage of the situation when Vision had you cuffed to my bed; I didn't think I'd get another chance."
 
Bartiel sat down on the couch before she let him sit down on the couch. However, after she sat down next to him, he leaned over, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap as he laid back. Still, when she mentioned that he was the only one who wanted something else, he blinked and laughed. “I thought I made it clear that I wanted absolutely, positively nothing to do with you at all before I was cuffed to your bed. I was lying when I tried to make that clear, but still...” he said, looking over at the TV. It was an old TV. That was obvious. It was old, and kind of small, but Bartiel didn't buy electronics when he could avoid it; the only reason he had this was because Vision sometimes wanted to come over and watch movies, and then Vision pirated cable for him.

Reaching over into the bookcase, Bartiel grabbed the TV remote and turned it on to...the discovery channel. Bartiel seemed perfectly interested in watching scientists talk about marine biology, but he didn't bother taking the remote away or putting it out of Jasmine's reach after he turned it on. It was pretty obvious from Bartiel's expression as he kept one arm around Jasmine's waist that he didn't really...watch TV. He just had it.
 
Jasmine smiled and shrugged, simply snuggling against Bartiel as he turned on the TV. Small head resting on his shoulder she watched the television for a moment before picking up the controls and flipping to Animal Planet. "If you want to watch something else just tell me," she purred, snuggling closer and curling so that her entire body was tucked in his lap. "I've been wanting to see this all year, it's Blue Planet; all about the oceans and all the plants and animals living there. I'd love to go to the ocean one day and actually go swimming."

Smiling, Jasmine set the remote down on the arm of the couch and tucked her arms to her chest. "I wanted to be a marine biologist and study sharks, but my dad told me that I'm so small they'd probably mistake me for a baby seal when I got in the water." Smiling slightly and tilting her head back just enough to look at Bartiel's face Jasmine purred. "What do you want to do?"
 
Bartiel smiled as she fit herself in his lap. He liked the way she fit. Some small part of him that wasn't perverse was almost sad that she was likely to end up growing much taller, because then she wouldn't fit so well against his body. He wanted to wrap himself up around her. Although when she mentioned wanting to be a marine biologist, he raised an eyebrow, looking down at her. When she mentioned that her dad told her that she was too small. Rolling his eyes, he ruffled her hair. “You're too pretty to be a seal,” he said as he saw her purring.

When she asked what he wanted to do, he gave it some thought, pausing. “Dancer.” he said, giving it a little thought, before he looked at Jasmine with a weak smile. “Y'see, I'm something of an idiot. I'm only good at three things in the world. One of them is cooking, and another is dancing,” he said with a slight smirk, seeming slightly proud. “Although at the risk of sounding arrogant, I'm a goddamn genius in the areas where I am skilled,” he said, cuddling Jasmine's body against his, closing his eyes.
 
Jasmine wrinkled her nose slightly when he told her she was too pretty to be a seal, but the small girl only snuggled closer and smiled when he said he wanted to be a dancer. "You're not an idiot, that's pretty obvious, you just don't give yourself enough credit," she purred, kissing his cheek. "And you're pretty damn good at cooking, but I've never seen you dance. If that third thing isn't sex then you're gonna have to add another arena."

Giggling softly and shifting just enough to lean up and give him a soft kiss Jasmine settled back down, snuggling as close as she could manage. She loved the feeling of being small enough to curl against his body and some small part of her just wanted to simply curl there and go to sleep. She hoped she wouldn't grow anymore, then she wouldn't fit nearly as well.

Closing her eyes and tucking her head against his chest she sighed and purred, closing her eyes for a few moments, barely listening to the sound from the TV.
 
Bartiel smiled when she said that she hadn't seen him dance. “I earn summer money some way,” he pointed out with a smile, before she mentioned the sex, which caused him to pause and blush, glancing away. “Ah...It's not a skill I've practiced and honed to a point of mastery...” he said, his cheeks reddening. He wasn't that good at sex.

As she kissed him, he responded with a kiss of his own before he smiled as she curled up on top of him like a little loli-kittycat. Looking down at her, he noticed that she was falling asleep and he reached up to brush her hair with his fingers, smiling down quietly at her. “I hope my third skill never, ever becomes important,” he whispered as he closed his eyes as well, merely listening to the sound from the TV as he realized she was falling asleep. Opening one eye, Bartiel gently grabbed the remote...

And changed to Sci-Fi channel. Hey, if she was falling asleep...
 
It wasn't long until Jasmine was mostly asleep, barely feeling Bartiel shift to turn the channel on the television. Mumbling softly she shifted slightly and snuggled closer to him. "I was watching that," she purred with a soft yawn before drifting off completely a moment later. In the back of her mind Jasmine wondered what Bartiel's third skill was, but she wouldn't ask; if he hadn't told her she probably didn't want to know, but Jasmine couldn't help but wonder.

Thinking of what she'd wanted to be set her on the path to thinking about her family and she managed to push those thoughts away by simply snuggling closer to Bartiel. In the time that he'd been gone Jasmine's bruises had faded but she'd still yet to take off the bracelet he'd given her. On one hand she wanted to have something with the Onyx crest, on the other she liked the fact that the bracelet he'd given her was unique, filed down to the point that the crest was nearly invisible. Though it couldn't clearly be seen Jasmine could feel the shape of the crest whenever she'd brush her fingers over the smooth, dark stone.

I wonder what Bartiel would think of my family Jasmine wondered tiredly, snuggling closer to her warm, redheaded boyfriend as she curled a bit more. He probably wouldn't like them, 'specially Uncle Bobbie...
 
Bartiel smirked as she said that she was watching that, just before losing conciousness. Great way to make her argument, really. Nibbling on his girlfriend's ear after she snuggled closer, the redhead glanced down as he noted the bracelet, smiling. She was still wearing it. With a gentle sigh, Bartiel closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again to watch TV.

Bartiel gently reached down and stroked her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers' as he absentmindly watched the rather drivelish movie on Sci-Fi. He, too, however, grew sleepy – surprising it took as long, considering what he'd been up for so long. It wasn't very long before he was in a deeper sleep. Bartiel slept peacefully, quietly, making no loud, disgruntling snoring noises...but he did drool a bit.
 
Jasmine slept soundly for a few hours curled up in Bartiel's lap before the soft sound of her phone ringing woke her. Mumbling softly in protest and climbing out of the redhead's lap the small girl padded into the kitchen and flipped open her phone, not even bothering to check the number.

"Hullo," she asked, voice still slow and thick with sleep as she leaned against the counter.

"Jasmine," a familiar, chipper female voice asked. "Honey, we've decided to come for a visit. We'll be over soon. Your father and I feel horrible for missing Christmas with you. We've even brought along your brother, Uncle Robert, and Aunt Trisha! Aren't you excited?"

Swallowing a groan as she listened to her mother Jasmine softly banged her head against the counter top, immediately stopping when she heard that her Uncle and Aunt were there as well. Head dropping back she closed her eyes and groaned silently, feeling a headache begin right behind her eyes instantly. "Yeah, mom, I'm excited," she sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face as she tried to think of excuses to not see them.

"We'll be over at your dorm in about an hour, honey. I can't wait to see you, I've missed my little girl."

"Missed you too, mom," Jasmine sighed before hanging up. With a soft groan she put her head against the cool counter and closed her eyes, sighing heavily as she softly hither head against the counter. "Not today," she groaned softly.
 
Bartiel didn't wake up when Jasmine did. Instead, she would see Vision running about. Well, not so much running as much as playing his Wii on Bartiel's TV. For a normal child...or Vision, normally, this would be unusual that he could be quiet as to sneak into Bartiel's dorm and be quiet enough not to wake them up, especially when playing a video game. However, when Jasmine got up, Vision looked at her, pausing his game as he noticed Jasmine grow...well, a little depressed. For a moment, Vision frowned, before he tapped Vision with the wii remote.

“What's wrong?” Vision asked, trying to wake Bartiel up, since Jasmine was up. Bartiel just wasn't getting up. At that, Vision frowned, whacking Bartiel in the head lightly with the remote.

Vision met the floor, and realized why this was stupid. “Ow...” Vision said with a groan. It hurt like hell; Bartiel didn't even wake up proper, and he got a feirce strike to the solar plexus. Vision stood up, almost wobbling as he clutched the center of his chest, breathing a bit funny. “Well I probably deserved that...” he commented, sitting on the couch, leaving sleeping violent-redheads where they lay. “What's going on, Jasmine?”
 
Jasmine had barely noticed Vision in the dorm but when she heard him she walked back into the living room and dropped onto the end of the couch. "My parents are coming to see me," she answered with a sigh, pressing her forehead against the arm of the couch. Eyes closed tightly she swallowed the urge to call her mother back and tell her she wasn't going to be home, that would have been a little too childish, and Jasmine really didn't feel up to listening to her mother cry.

"They're supposed to be at my dorm in an hour or so so I need to get dressed and go hide some things before they get there." Grumbling under her breath she pulled a leg to her chest, hugging herself tightly for a moment as she felt her headache building. "I'm gonna go take a shower, tell Bartiel what's going on if he ever wakes up," she sighed, standing up and walking to the bathroom.

A moment later she turned on the shower, making the water as hot as she could tolerate before standing beneath the shower head and closing her eyes. Normally the hot water would have relaxed her, but Jasmine knew that something was up since her family was there. They'd never come to visit her unannounced and never had they apologized for not going to see her during the holidays. Most of the time she was alone anyway, or out having sex with someone, but when she was with her family a fight almost always started.
 
Vision nodded as she seemed distressed. He kept his eyes on the younger girl, thinking about it before she said that she needed to get dressed and hide some things. Vision stood up. “Alright, I'll try to wake him up,” he said, pocketing his hands. “I'll bring him around afterwards...” he said, looking at her with an uncharacteristically hard look in his eyes, as if he understood what was going on. He didn't know the specifics, but he was smart.

Vision looked at his older brother as he seemed asleep, before Vision kicked Bartiel in the kidney, before taking a step back to avoid retribution. “Oi, wake up!” Vision said, kicking the same place again, ducking under a sleeping punch. “Okinasai!” Vision just about yelled in Japanese before dropping an axe kick onto Bartiel's stomach. With a shudder, he groaned, and rolled off the couch, openning one eye. “Why have I been attacked?” asked a very grouchy Bartiel, looking up to see a very serious 12-year-old. “I think something's the matter with Jasmine. She's going to see her family, but she isn't happy,” he said as Bartiel groaned, getting up onto the couch.

“Seriously, Bartiel. Something's up. I think we should go along with, to meet her family,” Vision said, before Bartiel began to speak up, though the younger one cut him off. “But it might be good to conceil your relationship with her. And I'll say I gave her the Onyx Bracelet,” he said, causing Bartiel to frown. “...We're brothers, right? That means I'm Delilah's son too, and I'm related to the Onyx empire as well,” he said, giving Bartiel an incredibly weak grin as...the bastard...didn't even nurse his wounds. Dammit!
 
Jasmine spent a good fifteen to twenty minutes just standing under the water before she finally washed herself and rinsed off. Just as she turned off the water it was starting to cool down and she sighed, ringing out her hair before wrapping herself tightly in a towel, another wrapped round her head. Padding into Bartiel's bedroom she extracted the clothes she'd decided to stash there, just in case hers got messy, and dressed quickly. A few minutes later she was walking through the living room, putting in a pair of hoop earrings. Tugging down the edge of her tank-top and slipping her feet into her sneakers Jasmine looked at the boy and gave them a weak smile.

"Could you two at least try being nice to eachother while I'm gone?" Without even waiting for an answer she pulled on her coat and walked out the door, hands tucked in her pockets as she walked home. It wasn't long until she was unlocking her dorm just as her phone rang. Checking the number she didn't even bother answering when she realized it was her father; if he wanted to talk to her he could wait until everyone got to the dorms. It wasn't even five minutes before Jasmine had everything hidden and had started making some food before there was a light tapping at her door. Sighing softly and leaning against the counter for a moment Jasmine debated on whether or not to answer before finally gathering her courage and walking to the door.

As the door opened Jasmine set a smile on her face, looking up at see her mother beaming down at her happily, though Jasmine knew full well the woman who'd given birth to her wasn't all that happy to see her. Unlike her daughter Jasmine's mother, Lilly was tall and slender and could have been a model in any country. Blond haired and blue eyed she looked like a Barbie doll come to life. With a brilliant smile she leaned down and hugged her daughter, not even holding the hug for more than a few seconds. "We're so happy you were home, I've missed you," the woman purred brightly as she pushed past Jasmine to look around at the dorm rooms.

Right behind her mother Jasmine's father pushed through the door, not even acknowledging his daughter's existance for a moment as he looked around the main living room. Like his wife, John was tall and slender but years of working had left thick muscles corded along his arms, visible simply for the fact that he'd rolled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt. Like Jasmine his hair was dark and looked as if it would have held a wave if he let it grow past a few inches, but his eyes were a cold, ice blue that had always reminded Jasmine of the arctic, or some other place that was cold and unforgiving. "Guess you don't have anyone hidden in here," he grumbled, turning to look his daughter over before walking to the couch and taking a seat.

Following John a small, curvy woman stepped in and gave Jasmine a smile, one the small girl actually returned. "Aunt Trisha," Jasmine smiled, wrapping her arms around the woman's small waist to give her a gentle hug as small arms wrapped around her. "Hello honey, we haven't seen you in forever; you've gotten so big," the woman smiled. Unlike Jasmine's mother, Trisha seemed to have aged over the last few years. Her dark hair held traces of silver and gray at the temples and her soft brown eyes seemed to flinch away a bit as a familiar rumbling voice came from the hall.

"Say hi to everyone else but don't even acknowledge me? That's no way to treat you're uncle," Robert laughed, rushing through the door to pick Jasmine up in a bear hug, squeezing her tightly enough she felt, and heard, her back pop. "Uncle Bobbie, put me down, you'll crush me," Jasmine giggled, hoping that the laugh didn't sound fake, though she could tell by the smile she got from her Aunt that it sounded genuine.

A moment later Jasmine was set down and she looked over her uncle again. Robert looked almost exactly like his brother John as well he should since they were twins. Both of the men were just shy of 6'3 and slender but were corded with muscle, but unlike Jasmine's father, Robert's eyes were green, a shade or two darker than Jasmine's, but the humor in them hid something much, much darker. He'd smile, laugh, and be affectionate in public with Jasmine and his wife Trisha, but in private he was the cruelest person Jasmine had ever met.

"Come on in," Jasmine purred, pushing a smile onto her face and into her eyes, even receiving a smile from her aunt as she did so. "I'll start making some dinner, or we can go out to eat." With a bright smile she turned and disappeared back into the kitchen, taking one last look back at her aunt to check for bruises. This time Jasmine couldn't see any, but she knew they were there.
 
Bartiel and Vision more or less made a decision. They should visit Jasmine. But they figured that if they arrived immediately, it would be too suspicious, so Bartiel took a shower, took off the collar that Jasmine left on him, and put on a set of clothing. Bartiel had chosen, oddly enough, to wear a red hakama that wasn't cut like pants, leaving no split between the legs, as well as a black vest on his torso. On his arms, he covered them by wrapping them up in white bandage, like he would if he was getting into a fight, though he didn't expect a fight. Over the sleeve-bandages, he wore a loose-fitting blue jacket with a tall collar which he made sure to put down. Finally, he pulled his hair back in a loose ponytail, sticking in a pair of chopsticks where he held the hair in it's ponytail.

Vision's fashion style...well, it fit him, that was for sure. With a pair of carpender pants which had all sorts of gadgets clipped onto a utility belt, a hammer through the hammer loop, a lab coat, a bright orange T-shirt under it, and a pair of goggles atop his hairline. For a moment, Bartiel paused, looking at Vision. “...Why do you have goggles?” Bartiel asked. Vision shrugged. “You shouldn't use a welding torch without goggles.” H-he's carrying a welding torch... ran through Bartiel's mind for a moment before he shook his head.

Bartiel waited a couple hours, using the time to bake some cookies to give them an excuse to come over, and giving Vision some time to think of a plan to try to make sure that Jasmine was alright. Together, the two of them knocked on Jasmine's door, Bartiel trying his hardest to look deadpan as he held a bagful of cookies
 
While the boys had been thinking up a plan to go over to Jasmine's dorm, Jasmine had disappeared into the kitchen with her Aunt Trish and started on dinner. Doing her best to keep to herself Jasmine was actually sociable with her aunt, enjoying a few laughs and good conversation until her mother decided to join them. Just as she heard the knock on the door jasmine was fighting to swallow down a retort as her mother lectured her on how to keep the kitchen clean and how she'd never find a good man if she didn't work on her appearance a bit more. Biting hard enough into her lower lip she almost drew blood Jasmine sighed when she heard the knock on the door, but hurried to open the door, only to find her father had gotten there first.

Groaning silently Jasmine hurried up behind the taller man, able to peak past him just enough to spot Bartiel and Vision. Immediately she let out a silent sigh and gave Vision a pleading look, hoping he got the message to get him and Bartiel into the room as fast as possible.

"Who the hell are you," John asked roughly, looking Bartiel and Vision over for a minute, upper lip twisting into a sneer. Before he could say anything else, though Jasmine butted in. "Daddy, this is Bartiel and Vision, they go to school with me; they're my friends," she said simply, fighting the urge to wince as he gave her a hard look.

"Friends, huh. Which one of them you fucking, or have you managed to keep yourself in line for a little while. I won't have you disappearing into your room while we're here, we came to see you so you'd better keep in sight." John's voice had sunk into a low growl and he glared hard at Jasmine and the small girl had to fight the urge to shrink back and babble out a response.

"I'm not going to do anything, they probably just came over to check on me. Besides, I invited them over for dinner," she said softly, voice getting small as she dropped her gaze to the floor, glancing up at the boys quickly.
 
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