I am… The Scarlet Queen. The Queen of Pain and Pleasure.
The Scarlet Queen is the hybrid combination of Risque and Cheryl. She explains that when she wears the black mask, her name is Risque. When she wears the white mask, her name is Cheryl.
She believes that in each one of us, there exist two natures – the good and bad. We do know if we are truly good or evil either, it is hard to tell. If you are unable to hear her voice in this video, simply turn on the subtitles on the red button at the left.
Urahara grinned as he removed his sandals. As he untied the belt on his yukata, he looked at Soi Fong, who was trashing about in the nylon web like a caught angry bee. “Those strings will hurt and grow tighter.” He advised slowly in a low voice. “The more you struggle, the more it will constrict.” As he had forseen, Soi Fong struggled relentlessly against the ropes, expressing her aggressive hostile nature. He waited gleefully as he put his fingers under his chin. “Perfect Timing.” he muttered to himself as the ropes constricted till she bound tightly by the constricting ropes. Her body was now in in a tight cocoon of red webs. “Arghhhhh…!” Soi Fong screamed angrily. “You bastard, how dare you do this to me. Wait till Yoruichi finds out.”
“She knows it first hand. She won’t be surprised.” Urahara took out his hat to reveal his glowing sinister eyes to Soi Fong. “You are the second.”
Soi Fong stopped struggling and looked upwards helplessly at Urahara, “Please… let me go.”
“All these time, I have always wanted to know what you are like as a helpless girl.” Urahara breathed heavily, glancing at bounded Soi Fong. “Especially when you provoke me with your disrespectful attitude.” Urahara lowered the tone of his voice. “I need to put you back in your place.”
“You can have Yoruichi… I know where she is, I can ask her to come back.” Soi Fong pleaded.
“Silence.” Urahara commanded. He took up his sword and pointed it towards Soi Fong, “Obey me, or I will leave you naked in front of the twelfth division, your comrades will have such a great time laughing at naked Captain Soi Fong.”
Soi Fong started to sob in tears. Her resolve was weakening. She had knew that Urahara is a deceptive cunning bastard, but never did she know that he had such perverse thoughts towards her. She wished silently that Yoruichi will appear and save her. There is no way she is going to be humiliated by this pervert. She had to play her cards differently. Obey Urahara? Not in her dear life! After all, the criminal Urahara took her beloved Yoruichi away from her by escaping to the human world. She did all she could to fulfill her loyalty as a protege to Yoruichi by becoming the Captain of the Stealth Corps. The position that Yoruichi had left. At the dire situation that Urahara had her in now, she calculated that she did not have much of a choice. She swallowed her pride.
“I will obey you.” Soi Fong stuttered nervously… “As long you agree to share Yoruichi with me.”
“Deal. Not that I mind a threesome anyway” Urahara hinted, his eyes glowing in delight.
He pointed his sword towards her and chanted, “Hirogaru, Benihime (Spread, Crimson Princess)”. The red nylon ropes unbounded itself and warped into a different formation, a formation that forced Soi Fong hands and legs apart, in a spread eagle position. He titled his sword upwards, and she landed in the formation right on top of the circular table in the middle of the room.
“This is a special skill that my sword has.” Urahara explained. “I never use it in combat. However, I used to use it occasionally on prisoners in the Maggot’s Nest where I used to be a detention warden as 3rd Seat of the Stealth Corps.” Urahara started to laugh uneasily, before reaching for his fan to cover his mouth. “I always wanted to use this skill on defiant little girls like you.”
“Arghh..” Soi Fong tried to struggle once more, feeling intensely embarrassed by the humiliation the pervert was putting her through. “I am lesbian you jerk.” She screamed, “There is no way I am going to submit to jerks like you.”
“Really? Lets see if you are wet.” Urahara walked forward towards Soi Fong and reached for the area between her legs. “Ooo.. I can feel you dripping through your clothes.” He grinned widely. “You haven’t been entered by a man, haven’t you.”
“No!” Soi Fong pleaded exasperatedly, “I belong to Yoruichi!”
“I see.. you are in love with Yoruichi…” Urahara contemplated. “Well, Yoruichi belongs to me. Technically, you belong to me too.”
“No! You bastard, Yoruichi only belongs to me!” Soi Fong struggled wildly.
“Ahh… remember what I told you about the ropes. They will constrict the more you struggle. I would advise you not to move.” Urahara warned quickly. “Well, I agreed to sharing Yoruichi with you, didn’t I?”
“You… you manipulative jerk!” Soi Fong was bounded tightly onto the table by the constricting rope formation, unable to struggle anymore.
“There, there there… I had warned you about Crimson Princess and her ropes.. she is not a nice sword.” Urahara took off his yukata, revealing his muscular lean built body. “It is nice for a change, to have you pleading instead of provoking me.”
Soi Fong teared in anger, “There is no way I am going to plead with you. Let me go!”
“You mistake me Soi Fong.” Urahara turned his back towards her. “I will not let you go if you put up with your disrespectful attitude.” He sighed. “You just to have admit that I am stronger than you are, that is all to is.” He turned back to look at her, “If you can do that, I will let go free from the Crimson Princess.”
Soi Fong kept quiet and thought through what Urahara had said. Obey, and submit? That are the very last things she will do to against her nemesis. She rather die than to put up a fight. Her pride was getting into her, after all, she belonged to the lower nobility, a special nobility class given by Yoruichi’s noble family as a reward for their loyalty. On the other hand, Urahara is from the peasant class, worse yet, a convicted criminal that had to go into hiding in the human world. Why would Yoruichi like such a low class criminal like Urahara? After all the undying loyalty and servitude, shouldn’t she deserve Yoruichi affections?
A cold wind blew into the room. Yoruichi had opened the sliding door. She leaned her body playfully on the half opened door with her arms folded.
(Authors note: I have a weird imagination. This is a scene I always wanted to write as a parody to the relationship between the extreme dislike Soi Fong has for Urahara, and his nonchalant attitude towards her. She regularly provokes him, which is like, omg? Come on, do you know what is sword release is? She just doesn’t know what she is seriously getting herself into.)
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Fifthy Shades of Bleach – Part 1
“Urahara Kisuke. I have a report for you from Soul Society.” Soi Fong handed the document in a formal manner towards Urahara, with her head bowed low. “It is from Yoruichi.” Her mouth was curled in a S shape, with her eye brows furrowed in angst. She did not move an inch till Urahara took the document from her hands.
“Thank you Soi Fong,” Urahara received the documents hesitantly. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Urahara eyed Soi Fong up and down, noting her hair has grown an inch from the last time they met. His right hand hand was firmly grasped on his concealed sword in his cloak,
“No. I am just performing my duty on behalf of Yoruichi.” Soi Fon replied without a trace of emotion in her voice. “Wasn’t for her, I will kill you right now.”
“Chill…” Urahara waved his empty hand wildly, albeit to cool down the heated atmosphere of the room. “Maybe… you just need to relax a little.” Urahara commented. “You are too uptight, and too rigid.” He paused and walked away from her direction. “There is something about you Soi Fong, that Yoruichi sees in you as her protege. If you are so controlled in real life…. it means… you are definitely wild in the bedroom.” He glanced slightly back at his shoulder, and gave a wink.
Soi Fong stared angrily at Urahara, “You pervert!!! How dare you think of me that way.” She raised her sword with both her hands.
“Too late.” Urahara unsheathed his sword swiftly from under his cloak. “Shibari Benihime (Bondage – Crimson Princess).” Red energy strings appeared from the tip of his sword and binded Soi Fong in a red web of ropes, sending her flat onto the floor.
“Arghhh!” Soi Fong screamed as she struggled against the red nylon ropes that his sword released onto her. She was now trapped in his bondage unable to escape from his binding.
“Unfortunately for you, I have not seen Yoruichi for too long.” Urahara pulled his hat over his eyes to conceal his expression. “You are the next best thing to her, and I will have you for now.” He smiled sinisterly as he pointed his sword towards her.
“You… you… what are you going to do to me!” Soi Fong shrieked from under the entwined ropes, while struggling wildly.
“As I said, I am going to have you.” Urahara replied calmly, removing his green cloak. “Be obedient or Benihime (Crimson Princess) will punish you.”
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(PS: Tite Kubo, the creator of Bleach definitely has a perverse mind. If you read the character of Urahara in-between the lines, he is a kinky loving candy shop owner (candy shop??) who calls himself “a mere honest, handsome, perverted businessman”. He is one of the few male characters to have a female sword name (Crimson Princess) that releases Shibari (rope binding) and draws blood. When confronted by Aizen in the final battle scene, he laments that “I am just a small time candy shop owner.” right after Aizen praises him for being the most intelligent person in Soul Society.)
. . .
As I knelt crying on the ground
A mysterious figure appeared before me
She was shrouded in a a green aura
She smelt of incense, addictive like nicotine
“My name is Reveal.” She opened her hands outright towards me.
“Follow me, and I will show you the way.” I was confused by her appearance, yet, I crawled towards her with every remaining hope I have left in my weakened body and accepted her gesture, entrusting both my palms into her hands.
When our fingers met, I felt a strange energy run through my body, a strange energy that made me feel powerful, a strange energy that is dark and murky green, surrounding my body in an auric field.
“Listen, be strong. You can stand alone. You need no one.” She advised in a motherly tone. When I looked closer at her, she reminded me very much of my aunt, her hair, and softness, and kind voice. I looked at the scar on her arm, the very scar I have on me. That is when I realised – Reveal is the older version of me.
“Stand up.” Reveal instructed kindly.
I stood up very slowly, starting from my feet, to straightening my knees, and pushing one hand onto my leg for support, for a final push to straighten my posture. As I stood looking at her face to face, I reached out my hand to caress her neck… very tenderly I kissed her softly on her cheek… as I felt shivers of familiarity creeping on my skin… and gave her a hug.
“Good girl. You belong to me now.”
She hugged me tightly in her arms, as we both melted to the rising sun.
my world of fantasy
where you
can find me
dancing till a certain death
a death of exhaustion
till my heart no longer ceases
to feel
where the sun and moon meets
at lover's end
waiting
for you
save me
The best love stories are about tragedy. Every famous opera – Swan Lake, Phantom and Madame Butterfly is about unrequited love. In Moulin Rouge, it is no different. This is the very movie, that inspired me to learn Tango – to this effect. In short – the story revolves around the lead actress, who has to gain the sponsorship of a rich businessman for the play to materialise. She is attracted to frame, glory, and diamonds. However, she falls in love with a lowly poet… whom she denies the love they have and instead says to him “a girl got to eat.”
In Roaxanne, a powerful scene, she has to choose between becoming a “prostitute” by sleeping with her sponsor, and gaining stardom… or to love a poet, who has nothing to offer accept love. Initially, she decides to go ahead to seduce her sponsor and sleep with him.. so she can be a star. When she sees the poet singing to her on the streets, her heart wavers…. and she realises that she is deceiving herself by sleeping with the wrong guy. Love… betrays you. Too late, she is in the bedroom of her sponsor… will her love prevail?
Why… does my heart… cry…. feelings… I can’t hide? – Poet
Tango.. is after all.. a dance of love and tragedy.
The Phantom… is a genius and extraordinary artist.
Gerard Butler as Phantom brings it up another notch…
The Case for The Phantom – And Why Christine is Dumb
He taught Christine how to sing, manipulates the directors into giving her the leading role in the play, and demands for payment from the opera for his upkeep. He is able to use smoke bombs and build a dungeon… literally… a lair where he can spy on the activities of the musical through his secret tunnels and trapdoors.
If he did not make Christine a star, she will just be another girl in the show, and Raoul would not have noticed her. Could you imagine the disappointment he experienced when she chooses Raoul over him? After all he had did for her, to make her a star? It is a love gone awry. Christine was blinded by societal expectations, Raoul’s charming good looks, and wealth… and playful childish love. A childhood playmate does not equate to a lover. Enough said.
Yes… the Phantom is a murderer, who is able to murder people without a thought to attain his means. Do you discount that he has been stunned by people all his life because of his disfigured face? Do you know he was put in a circus show, as a freak? How much empathy can he have for people if they had only taught him humiliation and unkindness. If he has to kill for love, he will jolly well do it gladly, heartlessly.
The Phantom’s love for Christine borders on obsession and insanity, however, it is because he is able to feel passionately. As a savant, he creates musical scores, and gadgets to aid his exploits. Just look at the dungeon that he built for himself. Look at the way he makes the warden his obedient partner in crime (she is the only person in the opera who knows his real identity). If he is not obsessed in love, he will not be watching over Christine since she was a child, and groom her into a Prima Donna, the lead opera singer.
I am glad the sequel, Love Never Dies, did a justified ending to The Phantom’s Plight. No spoilers here.
I reserved two tickets for the Melbourne version of Love Never Dies, a year before it was released. However, I never returned to Melbourne. Unfortunate. To understand love, one has to watch the phantom of opera.
Passion is red, like a blood rose.
The burning of flames, of desire.
The taste of copper, and salt
The senses of consumption of, guilty pleasures.
The touch of pain, from the fires
The feeling of lust… in and out of embrace
