Forever Sinners:
Chapter III—Lust
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A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come up. I've been running low on ideas. So yeah. Curious of the title? Well, it goes with the Seven Deadly Sins. I'm going to try to write them out for chapters. Lust is actually the last of the Deadly Sins, but it seemed to work well with the chapter. ^_~ Enjoy!
Disclaimers: But Ruri-chan didn't mean it! ~runs away from a VERY mad Jhonen-sama~
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Todd typed up another order. It was a rather boring job when one got into it, but he was just happy to have a job. Though, he wished Johnny had gone a little easier on his once managers.
Three of them were still in intensive care, and the others are too afraid to go to work. This left Todd all alone at the cash register and his only weapon a stuffed teddy bear. Not good odds.
Still, as they say, "It puts bread on the table." For, he wasn't sure where Johnny got all the money to support them both, and frankly, he didn't want to know.
At least this was honest work.
One thing eluded Todd though. How could Johnny get away with what he did to get him the job? It was like none of the managers wished to tell the police. Well sure they told the police what had happened, but didn't say that neither he nor Johnny was involved. It was like no one could touch Johnny. But where did that leave Todd? Would he somehow be at blame?
Todd hoped not. He rather not go to another building of psychos, thank you very much. Not like his current choice of living is any better, but whatever.
Todd's eyes moved towards the reflecting mirror hanging off on the corner wall. He hated to admit it, but he looked very well compared to before. Todd didn't wish to bring this up to Johnny, in fear of hurting the elder's feelings, but he did look nearly ten times better.
Todd's hair was not as long or as greasy as it had been before. Sure, it still stuck out at odd places, but at least it was well semi-groomed. With the extra cash, he could actually eat more than just a few meals per week. This meant that he had filled out a bit more, giving him more of a shape than he had before. Todd was no longer a long upright stick, but rather had more curves than he would like to admit.
Shame you were born to be a guy, Schmee had said once, with your hourglass figure and all.
Schmee's comment had only made Todd laugh, which had once been very rare when he was a child.
Also, with the extra cash, Todd was able to buy non-hand-me-down outfits. Of course, he adored that Johnny was worried enough to give him clothes, but bloodstained outfits kind of worried Todd to no end.
His clothes now mainly consisted of jeans and shirts with animated characters on them—like his outfits from his childhood. Currently, Wobble-Head-Boy was decorating his shirt with a name tag pinned to the corner reading: "Hello, My Name is: Todd Casil." Todd often thought of Bob (WHB) to be too much of a pessimistic person for his tastes. However, he did find Bob's rants almost as amusing as Schmee's.
Lost in his own thoughts, Todd did not notice the man standing in front of he counter until he coughed—rather loudly.
"Oh!" Todd hopped backwards a bit. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. How may I help you?"
"I would like you to kick those men," the man pointed his pudgy finger towards a certain booth, "out!"
Schmee's laughter burst into the conversation. Todd would have laughed too if the man's expression wasn't so severe. He, Todd Casil, kick someone out? He could hardly frighten those cockroaches at Johnny's apartment, let alone some druggie.
What this man was asking was near impossible. The best Todd could do was politely as them to leave before probably getting his ass kicked.
"Umm…couldn't you sir…?"
"THIS IS YOUR JOB ISN'T IT!?"
"Uh…yes…but I don't think I'm qualified for it…" Todd tried to put some sense into this man. Just because he had some nametag he was supposed to be all powerful? Very doubtful.
"Where is YOUR manager?!"
"At home." Came the meek reply.
"Home?! Why!?"
"It's his day off." That and he's too afraid to even come to work.
"DAY OFF?!"
Geez, Todd. Just tell this guy to screw off! It isn't your job to worry about some druggies.
"Actually it is." Todd politely corrected Schmee.
"It is what?!"
"Uh…to…worry about druggies?"
"EXACTLY! SO DO YOUR JOB!"
"Right, sir." Todd picked Schmee up as he walked towards the booth.
Oh yes, you look terrifying. Some boy with a teddy bear. They are going to be scared shitless.
"Please, Schmee," Todd whispered, somewhat harshly. "This is hard enough."
"Eh…who you?" One stoner looked up towards Todd.
"It's the casher, moron." Another countered.
"Umm…you see there is a man who thinks you are being…a disturbance and would like you to leave." Todd breathed out quickly.
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't take orders from girls."
"…girls?" Todd looked around in confusion. "What girls?"
The first stoner shoved a finger into Todd's chest—rather hard.
"Here."
"Oh! I'm not a girl." Having been mistaken a few times, Todd has gotten used to explaining himself.
"Don't lie."
"I'm not!" He suddenly felt defensive, but soon let it slide. He shouldn't let these guys harass him into some fight. "Anyways, just please stop causing that poor man anymore disturbances, okay? Thank you very much."
He gave a small smile before leaving with Schmee still in his arms. Todd was surprised he wasn't beat up.
Back at the table, the three stoners murmured over what Todd had said while the forth continued to watch Todd leave.
"Prettiest damn boy I've ever seen." One said.
"….yes." The forth continued to lay his eyes on the youth.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome.
See why Lust is the title? Yeah…I'm weird. Poor Todd never gets a break. Don't hate me for this chapter okay? Thanks!