Me again! Ah, what a good summer can do for your creative flow...
This is a short little one-shot about one of my favorite pairings from Durarara - Erika and Walker. This explores their various 'actions' as members of the Dollars a bit.
Unfortunately there is not a category for 'dark humor', so I'll just leave it a humor.
(And please forgive me ahead of time, because the stories I post tend to randomly change formatting between when I make the final edit to the time when it gets posted...)
And with the usual disclaimers, I begin:
"He-he!" a young, dark-haired girl grinned, setting the large stack of manga before the tied, nervously sweating man.
"Choose one." her blonde companion also grinned, "Whichever you choose, we'll select a torture method that goes along with the plotline."
The man looked nervously at each of the covers as the books were laid out before him. He had heard rumors about these people - sick sadists from the Dollars who caught and tortured the kidnappers like him who worked obtaining people for the lab researchers of Yagiri Pharmaceuticals. He read each of the titles, deciphering the cover art as best he could in reference to it.
He had never heard of any of these.
Angel Beat-Down Something-or-Other...the title alone told him it was not a wise choice.
Death Note - mentioned death in the title. That one was definitely not an option.
Darker Than Black? Title didn't sound too bad...wait. Was that girl in the background holding a gun? She was! That choice was out...
He looked from one to the other, trying to remember what he had heard about the fates of the people caught before him. Something about 'carving arcane symbols into their face', and 'being doused with gasoline and lit on fire'.
He shuddered. Nothing he saw here directly suggested anything like that, but he wasn't too sure.
Finally the man decided on one.
The cover depicted two young school-girls, one on either side of the cover, pictured from just below the waist and up, and the title had something to do with cicadas.
It looked innocent enough.
"That one." He said, nodding toward the book.
"Yes!" his two torturers cried simultaneously, turning toward each other and high-fiving.
He instantly knew that he had chosen horribly, horribly wrong.
As the two climbed over the seat to 'prepare', he swallowed nervously, dreading his fate.
Walker shot Erika a big grin.
"You are a complete genius."
She smiled back at him, picking up a rather frightening meat-cleaver from the tool kit.
"I had a feeling that if we put that one in with the rest of the 'horror' looking ones, that it would get chosen!"
Walker hefted his weapon - a base ball bat.
"Are we ready, Rena?" he asked darkly, falling into character.
Erika leaned close, her nose almost brushing that of the boy whose demonic smile matched hers.
"Oh yes~..."
The affectionately (and unwillingly) dubbed Dotachin glanced over his shoulder as the two raving otakus threw their full hearts into the torture and the man screamed in terror that he would tell them anything they wanted to know.
Curious, he picked up the chosen manga.
The title read "Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni".
Shrugging, he put the book back.
He didn't see what the guy was screaming about. It didn't look too bad.
So that was my ramble of insanity for today. Or, rather, tonight.
Happy 4th of July, everyone!
(Reviews are welcome.^^)