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Oi, are you Jim Moriarty? The new kid? SM
Yes. JM
I'm Sebastian Moran. I'm like you. SM
No one is like me. JM
I am. I know what you do and I want to help. SM
Jim frowned when he read this. No one ever wanted to be with him.
How? JM
I have killed more people than you could count. SM
I can shoot anyone, and anything. SM
That's how. SM
Show off. JM
No, this is my equivalent of a CV. You gotta admit this is more me. SM
Jim smirked and put away his phone. He had seen Sebastian in Chemistry when Sebastian had nearly blown up the teacher that no one liked. Seb smiled to himself, he took no reply as a good thing. He was popular, and he hated it. It wasn't the real him, the one that blew up the teachers... The real him was who he hoped Jim would let him be.
Jim waited outside the store. He was going to see if Sebastian was observant and if he saw Jim standing there. Sebastian decided he'd go to the store to buy another packet of cigarettes. He walked there slowly, lost in thought, he noticed Jim straight away but pretended not to. He entered the store and bought two packets of cigarettes before walking out and chucking one of the packets to Jim. Jim caught it with one hand and followed Sebastian. As he came level with him he passed the packet back to Sebastian.
"I don't smoke." Sebastian shrugged, opened the packet and lit a cigarette, putting it in his mouth and taking a long drag. Jim didn't say anything, just watched him out the corner of his eye. Sebastian blew out a thin line of smoke, waiting for Jim to speak first.
"How did you get my number then?"
"Wasn't hard, I knew where you'd come from, what make of phone you had and roughly when you'd bought it. Lucky guess..." He shrugged. Jim smiled.
"I don't have to guess when finding a number."
"And you called me a showoff." Sebastian smiled cheekily at Jim. Jim just raised an eyebrow at him. Sebastian lowered his eyes again, not wanting to make a bad first impression. Jim laughed slightly and looked away from Sebastian. Sebastian was fed up of waiting,
"Look, if you're going to give me a job get on and do it, if you're not, then just tell me." he half shouted, not really thinking.
"Patience Sebasatian. You'll get a lot further in life with it." Sebastian frowned and took another drag on his cigarette.
"Not good for you that isn't." Jim commented nodding at the cigarette.
"I don't care. It helps me think."
"Why do you want a job from me?" Sebastian thought for a minute before responding,
"I'd heard about you, even before you came here. You...fascinate me, I wish I could do what you do... But I can't. I'm not the brains by any means." Jim smiled.
"I think that might just be the first compliment I've ever had." Sebastian looked at him and smiled. Jim looked at Sebastian and studied his face. Seb looked into his eyes, wondering how it was possible for them to be so dark. Jim read a lot in Sebastian's face. Sebastian started to feel uncomfortable and looked away. Jim smirked. Sebastian made smoke rings and smiled to himself. Jim blew at the ring that had floated in front of his face making it break apart.
"That was a good one though..." Sebastian muttered. Jim glanced in Sebastian's general direction.
"I'm sure you can do it again." Sebastian shrugged and dropped his cigarette on the floor, crushing it under his toe.
"N'aww poor Sebby." Sebastian smirked to himself, nicknames were a good sign... He thought... No... Hoped.
"I'll give you a job for now but I don't know how long the job will last." Sebastian nodded, he'd been expecting this.
"I won't let you down...sir." Jim smiled and started to walk away.
"Wait!" Sebastian called out, "What do you need me to do?"Jim stopped and turned round to face Sebastian.
"Let's see if you can do a job properly, shall we? I need this person dead." He showed Sebastian a picture on his phone. Sebastian was slightly shocked,
"That's my cousin..."
"Oh really? I didn't know..." Jim said innocently.
"Yeah... Ok I'll do it... How long do I have?" Jim gave Sebastian a slightly questioning look before his face was impassive again.
"A week."
One hour later Sebastian texted Jim,
It's done, sir. SM
Well done Seb. I might not have to dispose of you. JM
Um... Thank you...sir... SM
Jim smiled at the text.
Is there anything else you need, boss? SM
Not yet. JM
You sure? I don't just mean killing, I'll give you a hand with anything if you want... SM
Well... I've got a few dead bodies lying around my flat, would you mind clearing them up?JM
Seb laughed out loud at the text,
Not at all, boss. Where do you live?Wait...don't your parents you know... Mind there being dead bodies everywhere... SM
There was a reason why I said MY flat Seb. JM
You live alone? Lucky... SM
There is an extra room... JM
Sir? SM
Do you want to live with me? JM
Really? You'd let me? SM
Otherwise I'm paying for a room I don't need. I don't mind paying for it if it's being used. JM
I'm happy to pay the rent if you want me to... SM
I'm the one you're getting the money from. JM
Oh yeah... Good point... When can I move in? SM
Whenever. JM
Now? SM
Yes. JM
Seb resisted the urge to text back with 'YAYYYYYYYYYYY', instead saying,
Thank you, boss, thanks a lot. SM
The address is 221A Baker Street. JM
I'm on my way... I'll bring some of my stuff if that's OK... SM
Well obviously you need to bring some of your stuff otherwise you'd have to wear those clothes all the time. JM
Yes boss, sorry boss. SM
No need to apologise JM
Yes boss, so- SM
Jim smiled and put away his phone.
"You're not going to be sharing my flat with me for much longer." he said to the body at his feet. Sebastian arrived a few minutes later with a few bags full of stuff and a scrubbing brush. Jim opened the door just as Seb was about to knock. Sebastian accidentally knocked on Jim's face... Jim decided to show Seb what happened when he got angry...And because he wanted to see Seb's reaction.
"Oh god I am so so-" Seb started.
"IDIOT! STOP KNOCKING WHEN THE DOOR OPENS..." Jim went on for another five minutes. Sebastian cowered. Jim stopped mid-sentence and burst out laughing. Seb frowned,
"What? What's so funny?"
"You're face Tiger. I'm not angry at you. I was just showing you what will happen if you make me get angry."
"That's mean..." Seb muttered under his breath, he inhaled deeply, once he'd got over the overpowering scent of Jim's cologne he noticed something else...something foul...something like the sort of smell you'd expect a dead body to make. Jim led the way into his flat.
"Uh boss... No offence or anything...but your flat stinks..."
"Yeah, I know. I ran out of air freshener the other day." he said casually. Sebastian rolled his eyes,
"Right. Ok I'm clearing this place up for you... I'm not living somewhere that smells like... Like dead bodies." Jim smiled to himself as he walked to the kitchen. He knew that Seb would say that after living in a house that was always cleaned. Seb got to work, he started by removing the dead bodies and burning them, way away from the flat on some trash heap. When he took one from the flat, Jim called out,
"BYE BOB!" Sebastian walked backwards back into the flat,
"You name your dead bodies..." He nodded to himself, as if making a mental note, and walked back out.
"No, he was already called that." Seb just laughed. When he got back from, burning the bodies he started scrubbing the floors.
"Do you drink Tiger?"
"Yeah, sometimes. Do you?"
"Yes." Jim took a bottle of vodka to Seb.
"Thanks boss." Seb unscrewed the top and drank straight from the bottle before handing it to Jim and continuing to scrub the floors. Jim wiped the bottle and drank the rest of it.
"Blimey boss..." Seb mumbled standing up and wobbling slightly.
"What? If you want some more it's in the kitchen." Seb sighed and walked in a zigzag line to the kitchen.
"Ooh! Tequila!" Jim joined Seb in the kitchen. He opened half the cupboards in the room to reveal all the alcohol you could imagine.
"Woah..." Seb murmured, unscrewing the tequila bottle.
"Well when you drink every night you need a lot of supplies."
"E-Every night? Boss you have to stop that... It isn't good for you..." he screwed the tequila back up. Jim took the tequila from him, unscrewed it and gave it back to Seb.
"I don't care. It helps me... Relax." he replied half quoting Seb from their earlier conversation.
"Ok let's make a deal... You stop drinking, I'll stop smoking." What am I SAYING!? Seb thought.
"Mmmm maybe." Jim murmured as he opened a can of beer. Seb sighed, leave him be for tonight, work on him tomorrow... Maybe. He thought to himself, tipping back the tequila. Jim went to flop on the sofa. Seb flopped on the other sofa, nursing the tequila bottle. Jim watched him a smile playing on his lips. Seb giggled drunkenly and held the bottle out to Jim. Jim took it and drank a bit. He passed it back and finished his beer. Seb wobbled through to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of wine, he pulled the cork with his teeth and drank half of it in one gulp. Jim hiccoughed. Seb laughed loudly and drank a bit more tequila. Jim dropped his empty can on the floor and went to get some rum. Seb joined him in the kitchen and frowned, it was the last bottle of rum. "But why is the rum gone?" ((CUE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN THEME TUNE)). Jim just laughed and hiccoughed at the same time. Seb shrugged and stood behind Jim, he got a sudden urge to wrap his arms round him...so he did. Jim leant his head back into Seb's chest. Seb bent down and placed a gentle kiss on Jim's lips. Jim turned round in Seb's arms and kissed him back. Seb suddenly stepped backwards, shaking his head.
"No Jim. Not like this. Not when we won't remember it." Jim frowned but didn't say anything. Instead he walked past Seb to his room. Seb wasn't sure where his room was so he curled up and fell asleep on the sofa.
