SYNOPSIS: Tattooing is a work of art. Though, he definitely saw that it can also be used as more than an art medium itself.
TW/s: yandere behavior, abstract/drabble writing, protective Xiao, he’s a dumbass but its okay, nsfw tws include targeted by the dark web, graphic depictions of violence, near abduction, stalking + sexual harassment. Please proceed with caution.
NOTE FROM HR: Happy Valentine’s Day! It would seem that today just isn't working out for you, is it, miss Ana? Well, never fear! I’m sure our lovely tattoo artist has something to help you with that… Right?
“You’re back.”
That was the first thing that Ana heard from her tattoo artist, Xiao, speak at 1 in the afternoon— a weird time, considering he wasn’t aware she had an appointment booked with him.
“Are you here for a tattoo?” he asked her, making her shake her head. Carrying the food she bought for him, he placed it on the counter, noting the small shift of expression on his face as he caught a whiff of something faintly sweet in the packaging.
“No, but I’m sure you’ve been working for hours on end,” she said, tapping on top of the package. “Here, eat up. I made sure to buy almond tofu for you.”
Now, for those who may be wondering, just how can the reclusive tattoo artist be with a date that’s the clear opposite of his personality?
It was a long story, which started from the very beginning when they matched up in the app.
Xiao isn’t the type to choose anyone on a whim. He has standards, and for him, many others failed to fit those standards. It was also obvious when he saw Ana’s, but instead of scrolling past and ignoring her, he took his time to look into what she wrote. He didn’t want to write her off just yet.
The next thing he knew, he swiped right with her and began to talk to her in the app.
Their conversation topics were all random at first: general get to know questions, their experiences, and even bits of what the two like. The two clicked on what they both liked listening to, which artists they enjoy the most, and even a few preferences for both to tune into. He did suggest a few that lean into crime podcasts, since he tends to listen to them often while he worked on tattooing his clients. Perhaps it was a strange preference, but she didn’t see it that way.
It wasn’t even long until they began to discuss matters in seeing each other in person, and the first time was because of a tattoo appointment she wanted on her arm.
“So, you want this tattoo placed… Here. Am I right?”
“Mhm. Do you think you can do it? My friends had said that you were a good tattoo artist, so I wanted to be sure that it’s something you can do.”
The two were sitting at his office as Xiao was looking at the image, examining the tattoo design she wanted him to put on her. The design wasn’t all that complicated, but he knew he could add something to make it pop out easily, and especially with the detailing of her tattoo choice.
“... I can,” he answered, closing the folder as he faced her again. “However, you must pay upfront. I need to get the materials and equipment needed in our next appointment for this type of tattoo on Friday.”
He watched her nod as she handed him the payment, his hand drifting over to grab it and check how much she paid. It was enough for what she wanted, with an additional $20. Raising an eyebrow, he looked over at her and grabbed it, handing it back to his client.
“No need to give me extra,” he told her, sighing. “It’ll be a waste.”
“Oh? Well…”
He could already hear what she planned on telling him. He should take it anyway as she felt bad, or that it’s not right to not tip someone for their services, or—
“... I’ll take it back, then. Thank you again, Xiao. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
—!
Xiao seemed to be caught off-guard at the turn it took, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second, but it left as quickly as it did. Regaining his composure, he nodded and simply stood up to lead her out of the shop.
“If you need anything from me, you know my number,” he told her, his amber eyes shifting away for a moment. “... And if you want to go on a date, call me.”
It was strange. He’s not used to romance, and Zhongli had all but taught him how. He wanted to say that he had the confidence like that old man has, but he’s still learning. And Gods, he’s unable to even comprehend how social interaction and cues work.
Still, he did hear her laugh and feel a gentle warmth on his shoulder.
It felt nice.
“Of course! For now, I need to go and meet my friends this afternoon. Goodbye, Xiao.”
As the warmth left his shoulder, he finally raised his head to watch the lady exit, his eyes drifting to her while he recalled the expression she wore in front of him.
Such a gentle smile, unwavering and confident. He had always admired those who could do it without a single moment of hesitation, and sometimes, he found himself loathing that he couldn’t do the same. To be able to smile and look onwards, like nothing was bothering them in the first place.
He sighed and raised a hand to sift through his hair. The bitter feeling rising in him was something he disliked, but he couldn’t bring himself to blame it on her.
It was their first meeting, and it was one that Xiao remembered well.
How ironic, considering the next ones were as eventful as the first, if not even more than anything he’s endured.
The second time this happened was when he was on one of the first few dates with Ana. The two were surprisingly able to her friends commenting on how she found someone and kept it a secret from them.
He didn't like to make their relationship known, and there was a good reason why— he hated to have them find out he has someone he tolerated better than others.
Even if it was just a simple drunkard. Or two.
Point is, it happened. While Xiao was dealing with her friends asking him about his occupation, he caught wind of Ana getting involved and being harassed by one of the older men that are obviously wasted. She was trying to tell them to stop bothering her, but it seems they weren't paying much attention and even touched her in areas that can warrant sexual harassment.
“C'mon, pretty girl, why don't—”
“Move. She's my fiance.”
The drunkard looked over at Xiao, his eyes narrowed as he noticed that he was one of the clients he tattooed years ago. He scowled at the sorry state he was in— the man had a job as a republican, but one too many scandals led him jobless.
Hmph. I'm glad I managed to tattoo him with that before then.
“Yours? Pfft, do you have anything that makes her yours, little boy?”
Xiao scoffed.
“That ring she's wearing. I gave that to her.”
Complete and utter lie, he knows Ana had it since the day they met. Though, the ring was placed on her ring finger…
“You're harassing my girl. If you don't move, I'll get security,” he warned, walking closer to Ana to gently hold her hand. “And you wouldn't like getting kicked out again, would you?”
The ex-republican scoffed but he slunk away, and the two watched as the others jeered and called out to the republican figure for what he's done.
How annoying.
“I didn't know you'd say that out of all things.”
Xiao's head whipped towards Ana. It was clear from the way she said it that it was meant to be seen as light-hearted, but from the tense moment they had, he was struggling to process it.
…
He scoffed and let her hand go.
“He won't back out otherwise.”
And he knew he wouldn't. No one would.
“How many people have you tattooed with that mark?”
“I don't know.”
“Oh, but you do. People tell me that the victims went to you to get tattooed and died after a few days!”
“Sounds like a load of bullshit.”
Xiao isn't fond of dealing with people. He didn't even bother hiding that fact, since he disliked meaningless drivel with some of them. What he hates is when they become overconfident with knowing what he didn't.
It was a big deal to them, but to the artist, he found it more of a joke. An impractical, unfunny joke. He'd rather listen to one of his co workers explain it and ruin it than this.
“A load of— listen to me, sir,” he spat, jabbing at his chest. It would've been intimidating if Xiao didn't think it was a bit childish, “I work with the agency. We're trying to figure out what the hell is happening, and if you don't say shit, I'll tell them you're that famed serial killer going on the loose!”
…
“Seriously?”
Xiao sighed.
Such is the way of being an idiot, he thinks. It's no wonder I don't bother tattooing people on a walk-in appointment.
“Wh— are you doubting my credibility?!”
“Not when you're harassing me.”
Watching him get annoyed, he saw the man out, watching as a certain someone came to the shop. Seeing the man storm off, he watched Ana raise her eyebrow at Xiao; a silent question, it seems.
What happened? He can read from her expression. Though, this made Xiao sigh and turn his head to the shop.
Come inside. That is what he was trying to say by his body language.
And she did.
It wasn't long until the two were talking about the incident: Ana had to hear Xiao explain briefly of the accusations he's given, what he replied due to the lack of evidence, and the childish fit that the reporter had to leave.
Still, that looming threat was never something he can let go of, nor he can't stop pondering about. Maybe it's just him, but there have been moments when that came to light.
… Or nearly, anyway.
“I see… Well, they're definitely too nosy for their own good.”
“Mhm,” he answered, cleaning up the pen he used for tattooing. “Anyway, are you here for your appointment?”
“Oh! Yes, I am. I want you to tattoo my arm.”
Retrieving the paper detailing her tattoo, she handed it to him. Examining what it looks, he simply raised an eyebrow.
Granted, the tattoo is simplistic— he can make do with outlining the bird like it was a constellation. It wasn't something he would suck at. However, the bird she chose was a phoenix.
Interesting metaphor. Though, he's simply curious on what drove her to choose such an interesting thing to be on her arm.
“... Hm. Alright. I can do it.”
Placing it down, he began to prepare the tools and lead her to take a seat on the chair. Pulling on the lever, he adjusted it so that she was facing up and he pulled up the arm that she wanted it on.
It wasn't long until the soft thrumming of the tattoo gun echoed as he worked on the tattoo, following each and every step of the stencil down to its smallest details. Sure, Ana and him conversed while he worked, but he remained silent to focus on doing the tattoo.
Silence was a comfortable thing for him, and sometimes, he can see it be a comfortable thing for her, too.
It did take hours until he was done with the tattoo, and although he had half of his mind to add that mark, he added something else that’s tied to him. Right by the wing had 保护 written on it, each line and curve made as accurately as one could with writing a different language.
It was different from the ones he’d do. And he made sure to keep it that way.
“There. It’s done.”
He observed how Ana’s eyes would trail over at the tattoo, moving as she examined it in great detail. He was one of the best tattoo artists she could ever find, but he knew she saw that print on the wing, too.
It was just a relief that she didn’t bother to ask.
“Since it’s your first time getting a tattoo, you can have this,” he added, grabbing a bag full of supplies with an addition he left there for her. “It’ll help when your skin gets irritated with the ink. Others had that happen to them.”
“Really? Well, I’ll use them if that happens.”
“Good.”
His amber eyes flickered from the tattoo gun and towards the bag, catching the gleam of turquoise peeking from inside.
It was convenient that he placed that thing in her bag.
Now, he had an even bigger reason to do what he had to do to those that dare to mess with what’s his.
“I didn’t know you’d come back to stalk her,” the tattoo artist commented coldly, his heels digging into the wound on the reporter’s side. “I’m surprised. Seems like you have the audacity to try again to ‘frame’ me yourself.”
He hardly cared for the amount of blood he spilt. For the tattoo artist, having to make someone be worried in his shop was more than enough to gun for the culprit.
“Tell me. Were you going to abduct her?”
The reporter had the audacity to laugh at his face, the pain sending his mind to overdrive. Scowling, he dug in deeper, feeling his patience wear thin. He hated to delay what could hurt his lo— friend, he had to correct himself. He didn’t want those people to get to her.
“W-What’s it to you? I thought—”
“I’m not involved, but that’s my friend, you garbage.”
With another dig at the wound and his gun loaded, he aimed it at his other leg. He was already sure that she would wind herself in danger because of what he’s done, so he needed to be swift if he wanted to reach Ana.
He can’t risk losing her. Not to those bastards.
“I’ll ask again. Were you going to abduct her, you vile being?”
Much to his displeasure, the reporter laughed again. Although, he can tell that he wasn’t in the right mind. The expression he wore simply reminded him of those bitter memories he had hid all those years ago in his time at Enkanomiya, and he loathed to see it on another person.
Heaven knows what drove him like this, but he had done something immoral. He needed to do this in return.
…
Yes. He needs to. She’ll die if he doesn’t.
“... Hmph. I suppose you’re no talk and bite.”
Click. BANG.
…
Xiao could vaguely hear the gunshot ring as blood began to pour out onto the pavement, but this time, he felt no guilt for his actions. He knew it was bad, but he could hardly care about what’s on his mind.
Turning around, he grabbed his phone and contacted Ana’s number. He needed to be able to speak to her. He needed to.
…
It rang once.
It rang twice.
It rang far more than that. It continued to ring and ring, amping up Xiao’s worry the longer she didn’t take the call.
And after God knows how long, he heard it click.
“Xiao?”
… She’s fine.
“... Did I wake you up?” he asked her on the phone, his voice lowering its usual volume— possibly due to his relief. “I thought you’d be awake.”
“Mm… Almost, but yeah,” he heard her yawn. “I was… Looking for that guy. Then I fell asleep for, uh… an hour or something.”
…
“Has anyone entered the house?”
“... No. I’m fine. I had it locked, like you told me to.”
Good.
“Say, you sound panicked—”
“I’m fine,” he told her, cutting her off. With a sigh, he looked at the body, then at the phone. “Anyway, I’ll… Leave you alone for the night. I have a few things I need to take care of.”
He’d have to ‘clean’ things up. He can’t let her see it.
No one can ever see the crime he's done.
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