Title: Shame (Inspired by "Shame" by Stabbing Westward)
Author: Mrs. Shinigami
Archive: This one
Pairings: Read and see
Warnings: Angst and Yaoi
(Ah. . .such a lovely day for a walk.)
Schuldig strolled leisurely down the sidewalk. The city was buzzing with life. The sky was power blue and limitless, not a cloud marred it. The sun shone benevolently down upon the people walking the city's blocks. Schuldig's long legs flexed and in a relaxed manner as he turned his face towards the sky. Coming to a bench along the sidewalk, Schuldig sat down. He outstretched his arms over his head and rested them along the tops of the bench. Sighing contentedly, he flicked the wrist of his expensive white suit jacket to reveal a silver wrist watch. Emerald eyes widened with pleasure.
(Time for the fireworks.)
Turning part-way to his right side, he faced an industrial office building on the corner, completely covered in mirrored windows. Grabbing the sunglasses that rested in his headband, he put them on. Seconds later, a earth shaking rumble shook the ground. Every single window in the building shattered forth, spraying glittering shards of glass. Fire erupted from the openings left by the shattered windows. People started shouting and screaming in disbelief and horror. Cars rear ended parked cars as people craned their necks to see the gutted building. Babies cried, mothers screamed, and children just gaped in awe. Chaos ran rampant in the streets.
Schuldig simply smiled. Slipping a hand in his jacket pocket, he pulled out a strawberry Blow Pop. Deftly unwrapping it with his teeth, he stuck it in his mouth, leaving the stick to stick out cockily on the right side of his smiling mouth.
(This is bliss.)
A ringing sound started him from his reverie. Frowning slightly, he reached to his inner pocket and pulled out a silver cell phone. He held it to his ear. "This is Schuldig. . .speak to me."
"You didn't have to cause that much damage. That was totally unnecessary." The voice was emotionless and flat.
"Ah, Crawford. How does you day fare?"
"An idle chat is also inefficient. Come back now. Your work for today is finished."
The line clicked dead. Schuldig frowned into the phone. That man can be so frigid. Heaving a mighty sigh and running a hand through his flame colored tresses, Schuldig got off the bench and went to see his boss.
Author: Mrs. Shinigami
Archive: This one
Pairings: Read and see
Warnings: Angst and Yaoi
(Ah. . .such a lovely day for a walk.)
Schuldig strolled leisurely down the sidewalk. The city was buzzing with life. The sky was power blue and limitless, not a cloud marred it. The sun shone benevolently down upon the people walking the city's blocks. Schuldig's long legs flexed and in a relaxed manner as he turned his face towards the sky. Coming to a bench along the sidewalk, Schuldig sat down. He outstretched his arms over his head and rested them along the tops of the bench. Sighing contentedly, he flicked the wrist of his expensive white suit jacket to reveal a silver wrist watch. Emerald eyes widened with pleasure.
(Time for the fireworks.)
Turning part-way to his right side, he faced an industrial office building on the corner, completely covered in mirrored windows. Grabbing the sunglasses that rested in his headband, he put them on. Seconds later, a earth shaking rumble shook the ground. Every single window in the building shattered forth, spraying glittering shards of glass. Fire erupted from the openings left by the shattered windows. People started shouting and screaming in disbelief and horror. Cars rear ended parked cars as people craned their necks to see the gutted building. Babies cried, mothers screamed, and children just gaped in awe. Chaos ran rampant in the streets.
Schuldig simply smiled. Slipping a hand in his jacket pocket, he pulled out a strawberry Blow Pop. Deftly unwrapping it with his teeth, he stuck it in his mouth, leaving the stick to stick out cockily on the right side of his smiling mouth.
(This is bliss.)
A ringing sound started him from his reverie. Frowning slightly, he reached to his inner pocket and pulled out a silver cell phone. He held it to his ear. "This is Schuldig. . .speak to me."
"You didn't have to cause that much damage. That was totally unnecessary." The voice was emotionless and flat.
"Ah, Crawford. How does you day fare?"
"An idle chat is also inefficient. Come back now. Your work for today is finished."
The line clicked dead. Schuldig frowned into the phone. That man can be so frigid. Heaving a mighty sigh and running a hand through his flame colored tresses, Schuldig got off the bench and went to see his boss.