This is a story with no real plot, but small adventures and encounters explored and played with plenty of sarcasm and swearing. Getting drunk off liquor and getting high off drells are just some examples of Commander Shepard's experiences. This is created for entertainment solely, and perhaps to give a glance at one of the Shepard's that we should have been able to be, but didn't get the chance.
This is also a story about how such a fool could blindly fall in love, one mistake at a time.
Aranea
Chapter 01: It's a Lonely Universe
"There's one question that everyone has been wanting to ask you, Shep..."
Small, calloused hands carelessly dropped a few ice cubes into a glass, the sweet liquid inside splashing and placing cerulean drops onto her finger tips. The woman cringed and licked them off with almost disgust, even though she enjoyed the taste. Her fingers were still covered in dust. They're always covered in dust. Dirt. Blood. She cringed again as she looked at the sad state of her finger nails.
I should get a manicure. A perverted laugh gurgled in her throat.
"If you don't mind me-" The young thief was cut off as she processed the reason for her companion's raised hand, a glass of alcohol being shown behind their back as an invitation. "-No thank you." She paused and waited until the commander sauntered across the room, and fell down onto the couch. A long sigh escaped her chapped lips as she set the glass in between her legs. It splashed again, landing on her thigh. She watched the liqueur soak into her pants and send a chill down her back as it touched her skin. Kasumi continued.
"May I ask you, Shep?" The commander swung her head backwards and rested her neck on the back of the couch so she could glance at the young woman sitting on the bed behind her. With her face upside down, she nodded letting her dark hair fall and dance with the simple expression.
"Well you know," Kasumi stood and moved beside her company with the speed and grace of a feline, her hood's shadow playing with the apparent friendly visage she wore. Shepard took this time to bring her head back up, closing her eyes and growling at the small pounding in her skull from moving too fast. She then brought her treat up to her lips, flicking her tongue along the smooth rim and lapping the liquid up with pleasant relief.
The Asian smiled. "It's about when you died." This surprisingly got Shepard's attention, her eyes very slowly tracing the form of the girl sitting to her left, up until she met bright eyes. Her tongue was still in her drink.
"We've all had questions like this, and answers are very few in number. You've thought about it too, and you got to experience it firsthand. We want to know. I want to know, Shep." She brought her legs up to her chest, and set her chin on them to offer all of her attention to the confused commander across from her.
Shepard set her drink down on the table and glared at it for a moment, seemingly deep in her own thoughts. She never thought about such things. No time, no desire to. Perhaps because there wasn't much to think about. Sure, the feeling of dying she could easily talk about, make words come out of her mouth to express how much fucking fun it was. The whole 'being dead' aspect of it was pretty much a void in her senses and memory, like when one sleeps and no dreams form.
"Well..." The commander trailed off, searching for correct words. She leaned back and crossed her arms, then gave off an uncaring shrug. "I don't have answers. Besides..." She went fishing again. "Nothing. There was nothing." Kasumi gave a blank stare and then lowered her eyes to the ground. Shepard viewed the wonders of the ceiling.
"I mean like, absolutely nothing. There I was choking on my own tongue, and then it was like, I fell asleep or something. Next thing I know, I wake up and Miranda is yelling at me to get my ass out of bed." A chuckle. "My first thoughts were along the lines of 'Holy shit, I could go for a varren burger right now.'" Hoping to share the same amusement with her friend, Shepard looked over at the other end of the sofa; she frowned at the rather plastic smile she received.
"Thanks for sharing, Shepard."
A/N: Phew! I have been working on this fic for ages! Just now have I thought to post it up, as I do have another half a dozen chapters pretty much ready to go. I love this Shepard. She's ridiculous, badass, adorable and the most fun I have had with a character before. I love my Shep :) And, well, I love Garrus too. What a stud he is. Hell, I love everyone in this bloody game, so you will see the majority of them later on.
Let the party begin, I suppose.