Shadow lives in New York by himself. But it's been a strange day today. This morning when he went out to buy some coffee, over twenty girls followed him to the cafe. Even after that when he went to his usual work out session at the gym, he was still being followed by the same group of girls along with some others that heard the news and tagged along the way. 'Is there anything I can't do without these pestering girls following me everywhere?!' with aggravation stirring in him and ready to burst he went home and sat down on his plush charcoal grey couch. His living room was quite a spectacular sight. Besides the charcoal grey coach that he put himself on there was also a glass coffee table with a red "S" carved into it. The walls were a light burgundy with white trim. He had no pictures and no mirrors hung up. He also had red hardwood floors that seem to shine when you turn the lights on overhead.
Shadow: Today will be the last day I go outside for anything. I'll ask Rouge to do some shopping for me later.
He said as he turned on the television. Not caring what was on the TV, which he didn't know why he turned on in the first place, fell asleep on the couch still in his workout clothes which consisted of black sweatpants and a white V neck shirt. Being a sound sleeper he didn't hear the news on the TV.
Weather woman: And finally today will have a high of 70, isn't just wonderful?!
Somehow, he could sense the happiness in her voice and his face crumpled up in disapproval towards said peppy anchor woman. He turned over in response giving her his opinion how he thinks the weather should be.
Weather woman: Okay now back to you Richard and May!
She giggles signing off to the real people who give the real news that most people find more important than the weather.
May: Thanks, Wanda, on the weather report…..
Shadow could sense that even she herself could see that Wanda, apparent weather girl, had a little too much sugar in her breakfast. He smirked in his sleep agreeing with May, the real news anchorwoman, who brought real news!
May: Ok, today we'll cover a lot of things but first things first is that we have discovered a hidden camera gag on the most anti-social person ever to live in New York City. SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG!
With eyes now wide open, two things came to his mind; one, I hope there's another Shadow the Hedgehog they're talking about and two, I'd rather go back to the sugar high weather girl. This was something that he couldn't take any more of this. Deciding that this was something of importance he sat up and turned to the TV to see said anchorwoman and his evil picture next to her face.
May: We have been notified by an anonymous source of Shadow singing in the shower. Take a look.
She motioned her hand and head simultaneously signaling some tech guy to show the clip. The clip went to full screen showing his masculine human body and black tail with a single red streak. The pixellated his privates since this is a public airing. Then he heard his own voice! As melodic as he sounded he hated his own voice! They even showed the part where he started dancing like a fool. This must be why the girls were following him all day. Either it was because they saw him naked or they loved his voice and him dancing naked. He ran his gloveless fingers through his black and red streaked sweat drenched hair. His also red streaked ears twitched when he heard the doorbell ringing. 'I wonder who the hell this can be…' he thought as he stood to answer his door. He looked out through the peep-hole to see the last person he'd thought to see all day; Amy Rose.
Shadow: Why are you here Rose?
Amy: I'll tell you if you let me in!
Shadow: You're not getting into my house Rose!
Amy: Fine! Then you'll never know who sent that video of you in the shower to the news station!
She yelled and started to walk away clicking her white two-inch heel boots down the walk way from his door. He didn't think about what he was doing or gonna do. He opened the door ran at super speed grabbing Amy by her tail and dragging her in his house before anybody had the chance to even notice that he actually came outside. He now sat on his couch with anger etched into his face holding on to Amy's right ear. She whimpered in pain as her head was in his lap under his forceful hand roughly pinching her ear.
Shadow: So, you know who sent that video in huh?
Amy: YES!
Shadow: Ok Rose, who did record that video then?
He asked as he pinched harder on her ear.
Amy: IM NOT SUPPOSE TO TELL!
Shadow: It was Sonic. I knew it.
He let go of her ear and stood. She immediately rubbed her right ear tenderly and felt her left hand being cuffed to the couch. She looked over her shoulder to see Shadow hanging the key around his neck on long string.
Shadow: Since I know it was Sonic who did this, you'll stay here and write some songs for me.
Amy stared at him like he was nuts. But, she was happy that he didn't say that she had to be his personal slave or that he would torture her.
Shadow: I know you're a song writer Rose, and music comes from the pure heart and clean soul.
She saw how his eyes lit up when he started talking about music as if it were a real person standing next to him. His ambition somehow compelled her to comply with his commands. But it also made her feel like telling the truth.
Amy: Shadow?
Shadow: Hmm?
He looked over at her to see her emerald eyes looking down at the floor. He didn't like seeing her like that. Before she could say what she wanted he had left into the kitchen. She sighed knowing that he helped her dodge a bullet. Shortly after he came back and sat next to her again. She didn't look at him and he could understand that. Knowing that she would like this he sat some colorfully wrapped candy in her lap. Her skirt was short and only reached to her knees. The color of the skirt was his favorite color.
Shadow: Crimson red.
She turned over to him being startled by his appearance next to her and felt the candy move on her lap. She picked up the black wrapped candy and examined it.
Shadow: I apologize to you for being rough and a little hot-headed. If anything a Rose I'm happy you came here today, you're about the only girl that I would want to see.
He couldn't believe that he was saying this to her, but he was. He will admit that things between him and this pink haired young woman were getting on to the romantic side of things lately. He can't say that he didn't like it and he can't say that he did like it. But, whatever it was, he now realizes that it's unavoidable to either of them.
Amy: Shadow?
Shadow: What is it Rose?
~His voice, like a gentle breeze in my heart~
Amy: There's something that I came to tell you….
~Sweeping into the windows of my soul~
Shadow: Shoot.
~On this sandy beach, you stand here and speak, to me your immortal woes~
Amy: The reason I came here was to tell you about the video.
Shadow: Are you saying you know how they got it?
~My words cannot display, the feeling I portray for you my darling~
Shadow: Rose, were you the one who did all this?
She hung her head in shame of her action. She secretly videotaped Shadow in the shower singing and dancing for a good reason.
Shadow: Can you tell me why you did this?
Amy: You wouldn't want to be around me or see me if I told you why.
Now he was sure of himself, he does have feelings for her. He saw the tears that brimmed in her eyes and drop to her hand that held the candy. Softness began to fill the void in him as he lifted her chin up so he could peer into her emerald hues she calls eyes.
Shadow: I'm…glad that you did this, because that song was inspired by you Rose.
She jumped at the thought of him even thinking of her like that. She stared at him with her tear-stained cheeks and bewilderment fumming from her expression.
Rose: You….wrote that song for me?
Shadow couldn't hold back a bright blush that appeared on his face. Her innocent, yet oh so very guilty, voice asked him this question. He nodded in compliance to her question and smirked softly.
Shadow: Tell me why you did this Rose, you won't push me away. If anything, you'll be drawing me closer to you.
She felt her heart race, as he bored soft embers of blood-red. Her face began to heat up and she started to shake.
Rose: I did this as a silly prank because I…love you.
Knowing that his feelings are being returned and her confessing to him of her own feelings, they both have lifted a heavy weight off of their hearts. She felt a smile grace her lips and more tears plummet from her eyes. He chuckled letting the rumbling sound from his chest make her laugh. While she was laughing he crept closer to her. And when she stopped she saw him right in front of her.
Amy: I take it that music wasn't the one thing that you were most interested in.
Shadow: It was, but you are my music, you are my one and only.
He pressed his lips to hers and cupped her cheeks with his hands deepening the kiss. She wanted to hold on to him but she couldn't because of her restraints. She pulled away hastily from Shadow leaving him momentarily confused.
Shadow: What's wrong Rose?
She smiled and wiggled her right hand jingling the cuffs along the metal arm of the couch.
Amy: Your music cannot be fully happy unless she can hold her maker.
She giggled and he chuckled understanding that his restraint tactic was a little far fetched to say the least. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the key to the cuffs. But, instead of unlocking that cuff that tied to her wrist he unlocked the other that hung around the couch arm. He took that cuff and put it around his own wrist, also throwing away the key.
Shadow: Now I am captive to you and your needs.
She smiled and pounced on him with a warming kiss.
Me: Hey Shadow, if Amy is your music then how do you play her?
Shadow: / W-why are you asking something so dirty like that?!
Me: My curiosity, now answer the question nave.
Amy: Why not let the readers imagine how Shadow plays with me?
Me: Fine, killjoy...