Story wrote:Most would find it odd how the young man walked down the streets in such formal attire, ears pricked attentively. It was almost as if he were coming from a wedding - or, in this case, a funeral. Black. The only color that could hide blood stains so well.
His blackened eyes scanned the area once, twice, three times for potential victims before his eyes rested on a young woman, about twenty-three, with long, white hair. Her orange eyes were glued to her laptop as she sat, tapping away at the keys.
A ghost of a smirk graced his lips as the demonic man made his way over to the woman, intent on capturing her as his next prey. But it seemed fate had other plans, as he soon felt a small hand latch onto his arm. The man looked down in surprise, seeing a grey-haired young girl with light blue eyes holding onto his coat sleeve. She had a small smile on her lips, ears flattened in submission, and a light blush covered her cheeks.
The man blinked slowly, as if the little girl were just an illusion, and would disappear once he opened his eyes again. Nope. She was still there. How peculiar.
Usually, people grabbing him would be a death sentence - nobody simply touched a madman and lived without a few scars, at the very least. But this little girl was either very brave, borderline stupid, or simply didn't know any better. The man was betting on the last one.
Mustering up a tight smile, the man crouched down to the girl's height and looked into her eyes. Filled with a childlike innocence, he noted. "Hello, dear," he said softly, in a slightly cheery tone; he was, after all, talking to a child. "It's not very polite to just grab a stranger's arm, you know."
As the words left his lips, the little girl gained a look of fear and released his arm from her grip, looking down bashfully. The man quirked a brow at this odd behavior, but pressed on. "Where are your parents? They must be worried sick about you," he murmured lightly.
The little girl gave a small gasp and looked down, lip trembling. The man's eyes widened as tears threatened to spill over the brim of the girl's eyes, a hiccup escaping her tiny mouth.
Oh, God no...
The man quickly tried to calm the girl before she aroused a scene. "No, no, little one, settle down... It's okay, I won't bring that up again if it's a sensitive subject..." His eyes darted towards the bench where his potential prey had been sitting a few minutes prior, and he cursed mentally; she had left. The man gave a heavy sigh and lifted a hand, placing it down gently on the girl's head and stroking her feathery grey hair.
That stopped her from crying quickly, he noticed. The little girl squeaked and looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips before she reached her arms out towards him. Oh, great. The child wanted to be carried.
The man sighed and, without a complaint, hoisted the girl up into his arms and held her close to his chest.
A psychotic killer, acting as a babysitter. How pleasant.
That story features my three RPW's, Richard, Shiya (bottom grey girl), and Kuusou (but only briefly) as humans.
Should I make the story into a multi-chaptered story? Or leave it as is? c: Tell me via comments!
#ship
