I closed the book and sighed. It was rather depressing; I didn't know why I even bothered to read Shakespeare's dramas. Half the people ended up either killing themselves or being killed by someone important to the story.
Besides, this one had been extra depressing. Two different families that refused to let their children be together since they were enemies. Funny how the basic plot line seemed vaguely familiar but I just shrugged it off. I still needed to find out a lot about myself.
When my consciousness began I remember how Schuldig had wanted to name me. That entire process was disturbing in a way all its own, but I won't make a list of the names he suggested. All of them were terribly disturbing.
'Damn it, you finished it before I could have you read it to me,' Schuldig complained.
'You could get off your lazy ass and use your own eyes for something other than peeping in on little boys, you know,' I muttered, stretching.
Schuldig walked into the room and looked me up and down as I stretched out on the couch and let out a long yawn. He seemed to be thoroughly amused as he walked in and sat by my head.
"I don't like little boys, Angel, I like teenage boys and twenty-year-olds. You have a while before I loose interest in you," Schuldig stated with a smirk as he played with my hair.
I rolled my eyes at him and sat up. I wasn't in the mood to be his hole at the moment, especially not after reading that damned book.
"You ever hear about the child who got raped too much by his father?" I asked him.
"No."
"The kid cut up his face in order to make sure he was ugly. He then deformed the rest of his body so that it was a horrid sight to the eyes. One day when he spent too much time looking in the mirror he cut his eyes out because it hurt to look. They eventually sent him to an asylum since the therapists weren't helping."
I stretched the other way and put my feet on top of Schuldig's lap, using him as a footrest. He hated it whenever I made him feel like he was lower than I was. A rather obnoxious man he was, but it couldn't be helped.
"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked, annoyed.
"Nothing," I replied as I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "I just found it to be amusing."
"Morbid, aren't we?"
I shrugged and replied, "How can I not be with your tactics? You don't always have to chain me to the ceiling, you know."
"You're too short otherwise."
I shivered at the thought. I hated it when Schuldig got 'lonely' at night. The next day my entire body would be sore and bleeding for the most part. He didn't let me wear my gloves in order to protect myself somewhat from any pain he got inflicted. At least I healed quickly...
My thoughts began to drift and I found myself thinking of that thin pretty-boy. He had such pretty eyes... I wondered briefly if the guy who told me he was my friend knew of his own beauty.
"Hey Schuldig...?" I asked attempting to suppress yet another yawn.
"Hmm?" he replied looking at me hungrily.
My main goal was to get my question asked before he decided to pounce me. I really hated the fact that I could hardly ever ask him anything without getting groped. At least he didn't drug me first... Well, maybe it would have been better if I was drugged...
"How do you know Nagi...?"
"It isn't of any importance," he replied as he straddled my waist on the couch.
I turned away from him as he started to do what he had done so many times before. I just ignored it and let him do as he pleased. Not like I had much say in it anyway...
Besides, this one had been extra depressing. Two different families that refused to let their children be together since they were enemies. Funny how the basic plot line seemed vaguely familiar but I just shrugged it off. I still needed to find out a lot about myself.
When my consciousness began I remember how Schuldig had wanted to name me. That entire process was disturbing in a way all its own, but I won't make a list of the names he suggested. All of them were terribly disturbing.
'Damn it, you finished it before I could have you read it to me,' Schuldig complained.
'You could get off your lazy ass and use your own eyes for something other than peeping in on little boys, you know,' I muttered, stretching.
Schuldig walked into the room and looked me up and down as I stretched out on the couch and let out a long yawn. He seemed to be thoroughly amused as he walked in and sat by my head.
"I don't like little boys, Angel, I like teenage boys and twenty-year-olds. You have a while before I loose interest in you," Schuldig stated with a smirk as he played with my hair.
I rolled my eyes at him and sat up. I wasn't in the mood to be his hole at the moment, especially not after reading that damned book.
"You ever hear about the child who got raped too much by his father?" I asked him.
"No."
"The kid cut up his face in order to make sure he was ugly. He then deformed the rest of his body so that it was a horrid sight to the eyes. One day when he spent too much time looking in the mirror he cut his eyes out because it hurt to look. They eventually sent him to an asylum since the therapists weren't helping."
I stretched the other way and put my feet on top of Schuldig's lap, using him as a footrest. He hated it whenever I made him feel like he was lower than I was. A rather obnoxious man he was, but it couldn't be helped.
"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked, annoyed.
"Nothing," I replied as I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "I just found it to be amusing."
"Morbid, aren't we?"
I shrugged and replied, "How can I not be with your tactics? You don't always have to chain me to the ceiling, you know."
"You're too short otherwise."
I shivered at the thought. I hated it when Schuldig got 'lonely' at night. The next day my entire body would be sore and bleeding for the most part. He didn't let me wear my gloves in order to protect myself somewhat from any pain he got inflicted. At least I healed quickly...
My thoughts began to drift and I found myself thinking of that thin pretty-boy. He had such pretty eyes... I wondered briefly if the guy who told me he was my friend knew of his own beauty.
"Hey Schuldig...?" I asked attempting to suppress yet another yawn.
"Hmm?" he replied looking at me hungrily.
My main goal was to get my question asked before he decided to pounce me. I really hated the fact that I could hardly ever ask him anything without getting groped. At least he didn't drug me first... Well, maybe it would have been better if I was drugged...
"How do you know Nagi...?"
"It isn't of any importance," he replied as he straddled my waist on the couch.
I turned away from him as he started to do what he had done so many times before. I just ignored it and let him do as he pleased. Not like I had much say in it anyway...