Stealing from a Thief, Ana and Ajra [Social, R]

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

The kuchiki household was an absolute TREASURE TROVE. Finding things to filch was....quite simply....a walk in the park. Of course as an adopted member/pet deal she wasn't paid much notice other than snide glances and the occassional respectful look from the servants. The second one kinda weirded her out, and she usually responded by knocking the servant over and giving them a brief grunt to assert her dominance. That's how things worked around here right? She'd seen it done much more subliminally by the normal Kuchiki, so she felt it was within her right to do the same. However that was only a side-activity, what she was REALLY looking for was someplace to hole herself up and hide her stuff. However there was one...particular room that caught her interest.

After a few playful shoves she eventually decided on simply breaking in, scratching the frame of the door on her way in. and quite frankly...the place was a gold mine. She found a number of objects around the place, and to each item she gave some VERY special attention. The first item that caught her attention was the odd-smelling liquid. She had come across similar fermented drinks in her past, never tried any of the stuff but she hd certainly smelled it on a number of individuals. She gave it a light bump, but more or less left it alone for the time being, she'd have more to do with that later. Well....perhaps not later...eventually. There was nothing particularly shiny about it, other than one of the bottle looking a bit glossier than the others. So she took one of those.

The next were the stamplers. The odd little contraptions that she looked over, sniffing lightly and curiously. It certainly looked like.....something, a claw or pincer but more....square. She did to it what she did to anything that was shiny....and promptly bit down on it. The first stample shot across the room and buried itself into the wall. The noise causing her to bite down harder, sending another staple shooting through the open door, a soft "'AHH!" sounding as she apparently hit one of the maids. Amazed, she was quite intrigued by this....interesting device, and began biting it repeatedly, firing staples into everything in the room like a monkey with a machinegun. Eventually, she began to experiment, and began squeezing them with her hands as well, and before long she was firing staples like an Anti-Air gun through the room, littering the ground , walls, and ceiling with staples. Lining one of her belts with at least six of the staplers. She'd keep those.


NExt she found some jewelry, and she was about to dive into them when she saw....the MUG. The thing was beyond shiny, and the letters that made absolutely no sense to her only added mystery to the object itself. It seemed to be some sort of container of sorts,, perhaps one of those drinking things the humans used. Taking it, she began chewing on it, testing the malleability and hardness of the metal, looking around the room as she did so and beginning to collect some assorted jewelry as well, lining them on another belt before she found her way under the bed to continue chewing the mug. Yes, this would be a perfect lair.

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Quiet, sunny days were usually a treat for Anastasia Kuchiki. Sure, she liked to party but some downtime was nice too. In moments likes these, where she was able to escape to the rooftops of the Kuchiki House, she often sat and took naps like a lazy dog. Anastasia loved the way the tiles felt beneath her fingers and the fact that she could just relax on it like it was some kind of bed was nice too. Though, that was no substitute for a real bed, she still liked it. She took solace just from sitting on the roof of her nice, shiny noble home and basking in the sunlight as she’d done many times before. The warmth of the sun washed over her oddly pale skin giving her a warm, fuzzy feeling. Oh…That wasn’t the sun? That was rum? That was right. Anastasia was at it again. Drinking rum much to her spirit’s chagrin. The man could only do so much to keep the troublemaking Kuchiki out of trouble.

One swig after the other, Anastasia consumed more and and more rum to the point where she was almost on that lovely tipsy train. She wasn’t quite there yet. Dammit. Tipsy times were fun times. Everyone knew that! She turned her bottle upside down and raised an eyebrow of disdain. She’d only seen a measly drop work its way out of the the mouth of the bottle. “Why is the rum always gone?” she said to herself in a hoarse whisper before quietly setting the bottle down besides her. How fortunate for her that she had her own stash courtesy of Sozen and his ‘Sozeness’. She could quickly fix her ‘dilemma’ by fetching a new one~ With that thought in mind, Anastasia slowly slid herself off the roofing of the house.

She’d climbed up from her room so all she need was to drop down, grab her rum and say hello to the new furry animal playing with a stapler like she was the next goddamn Terminator. ”Wait…” As Anastasia carefully slid herself near the edge, all she could hear were the sounds of a stapler going off like a rapid fire gun. Confusion held the pirette captive for a moment as she scrunched her face, trying to make out why such sounds were coming from her room. She hadn’t jumped off yet. Considering what was going on, she wasn’t sure if she could. Taking a moment to look back at the empty bottle that now sat atop the roof, she wondered if there was something funky with her drink or something. It was only noon-thirty! The older brother of midnight-and a half. Shenanigans should not be happening at this hour…

Or should it..?

Anastasia shrugged. Slowly and carefully, she lowed her head, attempting to get a peek at what was going on in her room. There indeed had been an animal in her room. Heh. When was the last time she got to say that?. Oh, Vegas…what sweet, blacked out memories you hide behind your shining signs and glittery casinos and even more glittery giglos. There was that one night during Rave’s birthday and, well… What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Anastasia immediately decided on how she was going to deal with this. She poked more of her head out, her snow white hair cascading down. She dropped herself from the side, hanging on to the edge for a moment before her feet meet the wooden flooring the Japanese-styled mansion with a light thud. By this time, her intruder had gotten her hands on a special item Anastasia just wasn’t willing to part with; Raion’s mug, bejeweled to the bone and all her’s and her’s alone.

Anastasia ran and jumped with an almost playful but feline grace, tackling the the poor girl to the ground. Anastasia clicked her tongue, smirking amusedly. She had a thief on her hands and well, that’s not so bad~! Stealing was not a crime. It was an art that just happened to be slightly illegal and looked down upon by many. Pft. Well, many of those people don’t know what they were missing. That adrenaline rush that just naturally came with it… but part of the whole thing was not to get caught. That was rule #1. “Ah, ah, ah~ I’m sorry, my friend.” Instead of forcefully snatching Raion’s mug away from her, she just carefully peeled her fingers off of it as she spoke. “That’s one thing I just can’t part it.” she spoke, still sitting on the animal. Whether she let go or not wasn’t going to stop her next actions. Anastasia looked at her curiously like a child and extended a single finger and lightly poked her nose. “You’re cute~! Who are ye?” she blurted out almost excitedly, not a care in the world for manners or anything close to it.

Hey, look. So what if Sozen put her in a dress? Manners weren’t exactly Anastasia’s forte. Besides, she had a right to know who she was. This was her room! Not that she minded company. Anastasia always liked company. Things were less lonely when you had people to harass. “You know it’s wrong to steal things, right?” She looked at the intruder crossly for a moment… and in an instant, her expression fell. “After all~ The best people to steal from are the Kawadas~ The have a ruby paperweight!” She grinned, moving off the intruder and towards a nearby drawer. She rummaged around for a second until she pulled out a real ruby paperweight that she’d stolen from none other than the Squad 13 Captain himself. She held it out in front of the intruder. If she had the mug, she’d carefully set it aside. Raion’s mug was important to Ana. He was her best friend after all~! That was one of the few things Anastasia wouldn’t stand to lose.

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

The intruder at the window was indeed quite the thief, perhaps renownedly so. However there was another, far more important aspect, and that was stealth. The sounds from the roof caused those big round ears of Ajra's to fly up, slightly better than a normal human's she was able to notice when a relatively close noise came from the evidently open window. And Looking around she was able to see Anastasia bolt her way toward her from the window like a cougar pouncing for it's next meal. Though in that split second, Ajraka did what she always did and made a split decision based on visual data. The woman simply didn't feel like a threat.... she dressed shabily and well, a brief instant was hardly a lot of time to react.

The otter allowed the woman to tackle her to the ground, smiling unashamedly up at the woman with that arguably adorable face of hers, flashing pointed teeth in an amazingly non-threatening manner as Ana began making noises ontop of Ajraka. Of course she didn't know what the dickens the woman was talking about, but tone was quite the important thing, and she picked up on THAT very well. Soft sweet words while hands got to work. However attempts to pry those fingers from the mug would, surprisingly, prove to be incredibly difficult, as the otter had those padded, clawed hands wrapped around it. And When Ana finished talking, Ajraka immediately responded by kissing the woman full on the lips, winking like some sort of rapscalion, distracting her as that insanely large tail suddenly snaked around the Vice's legs, with that same incredibly strength as legs shot up from underneath Ana's armpits and hooked over them to slip across the back of the woman's neck in an attempt to put the woman in a full nelson with just her legs.

Her hands meanwhile would most certainly not remain without activity. As well, even if she didn't understand language, she certainly knew the importance of it, and began babbling softly in a conveyor belt of mixed up sounds and noises she thought sounded pretty much like talking, and indeed if anyone were listening from a distance it would sound indeed like someone speaking softly, but if one actually heard the words she was making they would be just a mad jumble, a startling imitation of tone, but not being particularly good at mimickery, she couldn't even pretend to be speaking a different language, and it was obviously just a jumble.

However Ana would likely have other issues as with the mug tucking its way under Ajraka's left armpit, her right hand got to work, removing jewelry, cloth, and really anything that looked pretty from Ana's person. Suffice to say Ana would have to find a way other than her strength to get out as Ajraka blatantly began robbing Ana as her tail and legs would be working to keep her immobile while she worked, though Ana would certainly have PLENTY of time to admire Ajra's flexibility, as well as the oily, almost coffee cream scent she had. And once she had relieved Ana of her decoratives, she would use that powerful arm of hers to begin dragging them both toward the center of the room, where she would set aside, or simply clip the stolen items onto her belts and begin petting Ana's head as she continued to make nonsense talk at the girl. Ajraka may not have been as linguistically gifted as Ana, but she certainly knew how to enjoy herself, and she even began licking the salt from Ana's forehead. Humans had pretty salty skin due to their glands, VERY unlike her kind who were simply very oily.

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There were many predicaments Anastasia was caught in before. Many of which she escaped easily solely by relying on her charm. Sometimes there was a bit of brute strength with some cunning but the majority of the time, it was pushing herself right smack in the middle of someone’s personal bubble. The inaudible words and strangled squeaks mixed in with cheeks, flushed from embarrassment was something Anastasia loved to see while she weaseled her way into all of their pocket. All without fail. Well, that’s not true. There was that one human she took a particular liking to. That night was pretty nice… even if she did drop his phone in a glass full of watery, weak scotch and got away with a measly 20 bucks. It didn’t seem like a total failure.

There was one thing she did wish for concerning that human but she quickly shoved it out of her mind. There were much bigger problems to deal with. One of them being the sneaky tail that slithered its way around her legs. Let’s forget about the cup for like, 2 seconds. What was going on south? Sure, Anastasia knew she was some sort of animal, but she wasn’t an expert. She should’ve expected it honestly. After spending so much time goofing off with Raion, she really should’ve known. Problems just seemed to pile on top of themselves in this delightful situation. The cherry on top? That kiss. One Anastasia certainly wasn’t expecting. No calm, sane mind could really prepare themselves for that 100%.

When the otter’s lips found their way to Anastasia, she looked on with, heh…otter surprise (I couldn’t help myself). What…. What does one do in a situation like this? She blinked repeatedly at the surprising sensation and she instantly jerked back or attempted to. This full nelson thing was too much nelson for her. This was almost like the time when Shade kissed her and told her he loved her…which was awkward mostly because she was stealing his things while he did that. This time, there was much more playfulness and the way she looked at Ana revealed that she was a troublemaker not unlike herself. Why, if she didn’t know better…She was doing the same things she typically did! Anastasia heard deep, resounding laughter that belonged only to a certain older male. “It’s nice to see what it’s like on the other side, isn’t it?” Shoku teased her. The apples of her cheeks were hot, stained red purely from embarrassment. This adorable intruder was turning her own tricks against her… in her own room!

Anastasia could barely move under …her strength? Hey, when you’re as close to someone like this, you’d probably get to know them better in ways most would deem quite shameful. Not only that but getting a better look at her facial features, she could assume that. I mean, what’s the worse that can happen. She could just say she’s a guy..or he could say it… whatever. She squirmed under the weight of the otter for a moment before realizing it was completely and otter-ly useless. She gave up for the moment, watching on curiously as she helped herself to the things in Anastasia’s room. Her belts were lined with staplers and jewelry and her mug. She needed that mug back..! She could hear a noise but they weren’t words. In fact, Anastasia didn’t know what it was but it just sounded like her.

Finally, she was placed in the center of the room, still within her intruder’s grasp. Anastasia just simply stayed put like a confused puppy and completely unsure of what to do. Well, that was a lie. From one thief to another, it was only right that Anastasia stole her things back. But how? She couldn’t free herself and using a kido seemed plain rude an— “Eh!?” she let out a startled squeak as the otter began licking her forehead. Anastasia cracked a smile, giggling at her. Who was this adorable burglar and why was she so strong and other stuff? The pirette stopped for a moment looking up at the animal and attempted to point at herself, smiling. “My name is Anastasia Kuchiki~!” she exclaimed proudly. She tried to squirm around for a bit of freedom. “Can you let me go~? Pretty please~?” she asked, the tone of her voice was sweet enough to give someone cavities. If she did indeed let Anastasia go, she gingerly extended her other hand to scratch the animal behind the ears. They liked that right? She didn’t know. What’s the worst that can happen? “What’s your name?” she asked curiously. She didn’t quite pick up that she couldn’t speak…like…any language.

As she waited for an answer, Anastasia went to work, her fingers gliding from the otter’s ear to her chin and gently tugging in the direction of Anastasia’s face. She wanted her attention on her face while she attempted to take her things back and off her belt starting with the smaller objects like her jewelry. Anastasia continued to speak. “You’re absolutely adorable! Where did you come from?” a feeble attempt to make more conversation. You see, Anastasia had never met anyone like herself so this particular being was throwing her off her own game. However, her skill in thievery was unrivaled at least… as far as she knew. Maybe, she’d meet her match today.

[Ajraka Kuchiki]

Ajraka smiled warmly as the woman seemed to light up like a peach as she was kissed, something that highly amused the otter as the woman seemed to be at a loss for what to do, even as Ajra continued to take things from the woman in her immobilized state, the fact that she was practically inside the woman with how close they were not even registering as something that would in any way be problematic. In fact, as the woman started talking again, she didn't even respond erbally, she just smiled and pushed her face against the woman's. Not really a kiss, she just sorta mashed her face against the woman until those words were just muffled nonsense that made even less sense. However, she did recognize the word "name" It was just about the only word she somewhat understood,m and immediately she looked excited, exclaiming with pride "Ajraka! Ajraka Kuchiki!" before promptly stuffing her face back into Ana's incoming words, giggling to herself as she began patting Ana down for anything else she could possibly steal.

The attempt at getting free would be moot as eventually, those legs shifted, her hands wrapping around Ana's wrists, holding them still as she removed her legs from her fellow Kuchiki, though that tail would remain wrapped around the woman's legs, and she would be picked up off the ground as Ajraka stood up, smiling sheerfully as she worked the girl like a puppet, making those word-like noises before releasing her wrists. Though with her tail still wrapped around the woman's legs it was entirely possible she'd end up smacking her head on the floor before she was lifted up, that tail holding her hostage and upside down, until Ajraka finished searching the woman's lower body for any other items, keeping the woman away from her belts before, at long last, she'd release Ana.

At that point, Ana would be quite free to try and steal her things back, though so long as Ana was still close, Ajraka's hands would continue searching, and at times almost seem like they were fondling, in her search for more things to take. So indeed the items would not so much leave her and move back to Ana as they would begin cycling between the two of them as Ajra began to chitter happily into the hand that worked at her chin and ears. Ana didn't have ears, but she did seem pretty nice, that soft voice and light scritching soon incited yet another close encounter as she all but tackled Ana to the ground, hugging her tightly, pinning her arms to her sides as the beastclansmen began hugging her tighter and tighter, to the point where she might actually pop the woman's back as she then went back to shoving her face into Ana's. the entire time being entirely unresponsive to anything but the word "name" as it was pretty much the only one she knew.

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Anastasia had the dumbest look on her face. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out how the otter’s mind worked. Having the tables turned on her was something new. New and unusual. She wasn’t sure how to adjust or what to do next. A majority of the time, Anastasia was quite used to talking her way out of things… but… how do you deal with someone who didn’t use words at all? She felt like she knew at some point in time when she was far more ruthless and bold. Had being a noble softened her? Something in the pirette stirred. It was unpleasant. She didn’t want to think of herself as soft. She just had her own way of doing things and yeesh. Maybe being a noble made her get a little soft.

The thought of that time when Sozen taught her how to dance in a dress and heels was just one example out of many…Yeesh.

Anastasia wasn’t the type to have her spirits dampened so quickly however. She liked to have fun in any way she could. Naturally, that meant going with the flow~ Though… the otter mashing against her face was something odd. It seemed the more she attempted to sweet talk her way out of everything, the more it came against her. She would hear muffled, surprised squeaks and confused, distorted sounds all coming from a lieutenant who’d finally met her match. You know, she almost kinda knew this day would come. Though, she didn’t know it would be this adorable or difficult to deal with. Then, in a flip of a switch, she lit up. There was was a certain joy in the otter that was almost infectious when she yelled her name.

”Ajraka! Ajraka Kuchiki!”

Kuchiki? Oh my! That’s exciting! She’d just met her cousin it seems! A sharp gasp of shock escaped her lips…which were promptly silenced by Ajraka’s face once more. “Mmmph!” she tried to get more words out desperately. She could hear the giggle. This was one cheeky Kuchiki. She could get used to this! A partner in crime! Perhaps now she wouldn’t be the only criminal around here. Anastasia had stumbled upon a world of possibilities. Possibilites of the mischievous variety. Her favorite. Ajraka wasn’t going to find much on Anastasia. Her general wardrobe was ratty. She may have had a necklace or two on her but they were stolen from someone else; used already. Hey. Nothin’ wrong with that~ One man’s trash was another man’s treasure.

Ajraka was a bit too strong for Anastasia to deal with. She was being pulled and thrown around like some kind of rag doll! Then her head hit the floor, she made an inelegant sound, nearly yelling. “Ow!” Well, that wasn’t fun. What was fun though was finally having her freedom back. Ah~ So the scratching thing worked! Anastasia slowly dropped that hand and her fingers moved to Ajraka’s belt, quickly pulling at some of her stolen things and throwing it into a different corner of the room where she hopefully wouldn’t get to it. This almost reminded her of the time when she stole from her former captain. He was the better thief in the end though. Up until the last moment she saw him, she still couldn’t steal a thing from him. He was too good. She put a hand to her chest, smiling warmly at her cousin. “My name is Anastasia! Anastasia Kuchiki!”

It was all gravy until she was pinned to the floor and ensnared in some kind of otter-hug. Lions weren’t even this brutal. She was snuggly though. She will give her that. "Th-That hurts!" she squirmed, trying to break herself free from her grasp. Still, she couldn’t help but laugh lightly. It would’ve been her usual hearty, obnoxious, loud laugh but you know, this hugging thing just kind of made that difficult. Hm. Would sounding words out and speaking slowly help her understand her better or something? Despite it not working, Anastasia was deadset on making something work her way and if meant more face mashing then, what the hell, why not.

“..Hello~?”

[Tsajara Dread]

Ajraka's smile didn't falter in the slightest as the woman simply began throwing things across the room so that she couldn't steal them back. A challenge? Was this woman a challenger? Was she challenging her to make a Challenger joke? Well she wasn't because she didn't have the vocal skills, and too soon. However she was hardly deterred in the slightest, for Ajraka ws not one to be deterred, not even by deterrorists, because like america she did not negociate with deterrorists, but unlike america she was not fat. Suffice to say it wouldn't be long until Ajraka had to be creative with what it was she started to steal from Ana.

The first to go were indeed the baubles and such, however as Ana began throwing things, she soon began to settle for accessories, like her bandana, and her non-essentials like boots and socks, and eventually she would begin taking ana's clothing right off her back, not in the least bit interested in what was underneath, as she was simply more interested in meeting the challenge that in her mind had been insinuated.

However she did give a pause when Ana started smiling, as though some secret unknown to her had been achieved, and she pulled her muzzle out of Ana's mouth, curious as to what it was she was so happy about, idly flicking strands of saliva bridgeing the pair of them away before she perked her ears as Ana introduced herself. She considered for a moment, thinking over the name before softly, she replied. "Ana.....Kuchiki." In slow recognition of word association paired ith a word she actually did know. At the very least she had a consdierably capacity for learning, and it showed as right before Ana's eyes she learned the woman's name.

Once she engaged operation hug-the-fuck-out-of-ana, she went back to that giddy, giggly laughing streak that she had been indulging in beforehand, still greatly amused and entertained by Ana's struggling and semi-enthusiasm that for some reason was retained despite the discomforts that were transpiring. Suffice to say Ajraka had hardly anything she could attribute to her fondness, it was simply something she did, as she was indeed a very physica being. However at the attempt at a greeting, once more she paused, taking a moment of contemplation before that smile returned and she gave a prompt. "Hi!"