Title: I Only Know Him in the Dark
Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Ship: Graverobber/OC
Genre(s): Romance/Humor
Rating: T for language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera. Just that weird, currently nameless chick who is stupid and hates Graverobber.
Author's Note: Hey guys. My first story on FF, yay. :3 So I was kind of spazzing over Repo! one night and decided to write this. Figured I could make something more of it? Tell me what you think, I know it sucks. XD Reviews are love.
He watched her cautiously walk down the dark alley, looking around as if she already HAD those digital corneas and could actually see in this light.
"Hello?" She muttered, then whispered a "Hm" when no one responded, sat down on the ground, a dumped out her hobo bag, which was filled with pointless-looking things.
"So do you just like to hanG out in dark alleys, or are you waiting for somebody?" He questioned, stepping out into where there was a bit of moonlight.
"Oh my go-" She'd jumped up and hit her head on the dead end wall of the alley, before realizing it was him. "What the hell, Graverobber.? You TRYING to give someone a heartattack? Damn." She breathed, rubbing the back of her head where she had hit it.
The Graverobber smirked at her obvious avoidance of the question.
She saw the look on his face and, before he could respond, said, "Shouldn't you be sticking a needle in some dead guy's nose right now?
The smirk stayed on his face. "Hm, no. I'm more curious as to why you're here, instead of in your cozy little room."
Yeah, she was a Zaddict.
And as much as she loved him for providing her drug, she hated him with an unexplainable burning passion. She didn't know why, she just DID.
She glared at him, brushing the dirt off of the back of her legs. "None of your business, jackass. Since when do you care, anyway?"
"Never said I cared, hun. Said I was curious."
"Either way, none of your business."
"Now the fact that you're ever so bluntly avoiding telling me the reason why you're here tells me that there is a reason, and that you don't want me to know. And if you don't want me, of all people, to know, then it must be a big reason." Graverobber concluded, taking a step closer to the teen girl.
"I like alleys. They're dark and awesome, m'kay? Now leave me alone." She grumbled, scooping the dumped contents and putting them back in her bag.
"You know I'm not gonna leave you alone until you TELL me." He stepped in front of her when she tried to walk past him.
"I'm not in the mood for games. Move."
"It's not a game."
"I don't care. Just MOVE."
after two or three rounds of 'Move, already,' and 'Tell me,' Graverobber pinned her against the wall by her wrists.
"Tell me." He said, leaning over to be almost eye-level with her.
"FAGGOT!" She screamed in his face, squirming.
"Oh yes, I'm a faggot. Really." He nodded sarcastically. "Tell me why you're in a dark alleyway at such a late hour."
"You're worse than my damn father."
"Your father probably doesn't know you're hanging around dark alleys."
"No, he doesn't. Obviously, he doesn't know me very well. Why do you care so much anyways? LET GO OF MY ARMS, DAMN IT!" She yelled, squirming again.
"Again; I don't care, I'm just curious."
"You're awfully persistent for someone who's 'just curious.'" She scoffed, struggling to free her wrists from his grasp.
"You should stop trying. Tell me and I'll let you go."
"And if I don't?"
"Well. People might get worried then, won't they?"
"So you're going to kidnap me if I don't tell you why I'm here. Faggot."
"Yeah, I'm a faggot. I get it." He said. "Tell me, and I'll let you go."
"WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE?"
"I DON'T."
"Obviously, you do."
"Curiosity killed the graverobber."
"Stupid joke is stupid."
"Just tell me why you're here."
"No." She was running out of things to call him. Lack of sleep didn't help that name-calling part of her brain, either.
"Fine then."
"GRAVEROBBER!"