I had an idea about a fic for my OTP (stop being perfect, please). It sounded a lot better in my head though.
AU where there's no demonic shit and everyone is a human.
Because of You
My Motorbike Got Trashed
Mary stared, too surprised about what just happened.
That guy just... stole my motorbike.
My expensive, gorgeous, shiny damn motorbike.
Eyes narrowing, Mary decided that blood would be shed this evening.
One hour before...
"You can rest now, Mary!"
Hearing her coach say that, Mary nodded in understanding before making one final flip, landing successfully on the matted floor.
As usual, she did well in gymnastics today, the coach was already signing her up for the nationals, much to her team-mates' annoyance.
She was Mary Arkham, the seventeen year old star of Capulet High's gymnastics team and the current subject of hatred in it.
She supposed that her somewhat aloof and blunt nature made people wary of her, she mused as she walked throughout the school hallways, heading for her locker. But now looking at her reflection in the locker's mirror bitterly, there was something else...
There was the matter of her eyes.
Her eyes gained her a lot of names and many people's fear and rejection, Mary couldn't blame for them really, she hated them herself.
They were utterly different from one another, one was peaceful blue and the other was unnervingly red.
Just like him.
She couldn't look at her eyes without remembering who she got them from, and that was a matter she would rather forget.
Well, the past is the past, she thought as she got out of school, walking towards her motorbike that was parked peacefully at the end of the street.
Only for some person to run past her with an impressive speed and hop onto her bike, leaving a trail of dust behind him a second after he started its engine.
All in front of her shocked eyes.
And so, she found herself in a wild goose chase, relentlessly trailing after the bike thief. She didn't notice her surroundings changing from the friendly neighborhoods to dark and dingy alleys until she got off of a bike she borrowed (stole) herself.
Mary then saw the bike thief doing some very impressive stunts in her bike, managing to knock out the apparently ganglish looking guys that surrounded him, and taking a paper from one of them's pocket after he finished the beat down fest.
"And that will teach you not to take legal documents from an old lady."
Mary, who watching all of this unfold, would've been rather impressed with the way the thief used her bike to knock out a group of heavily armed gangsters.
If it weren't for the fact the her bike fucking exploded!
The thief looked at the explosion with dull surprise, sighing as he said, "Looks like I over did it again." Preparing to walk out of there.
Oh, hell no!
Grabbing the nearest gun she found lying on the floor, Mary immediately pointed it towards him, hissing with murderous intent. "You owe me a new bike. I assure you that I don't know how to use a gun, but I'll be very pleased to learn by shooting you."
The thief merely looked at her, an actuall surprise showing on his face this time. "That bike is yours?" he asked, looking at her trashed motor bike again. "Damn..."
"Damn indeed," Mary was really about to shoot. "How are you willing to pay up? Cash or credit card?"
"How about my body?" He had the galls to grin and... did he just wink at me? "It's more fun that way."
Mary shot him, it's too bad that he immediately dodged it.
TBC
What do you think?