Most of this story is mine, save the locations, races, and such. So get
your own.
*sings* SITTIN' ON THE CRAPPER WAITIN' FOR SOOOMETHIIING TO HAAAPPEEEEN, BUT NOOOOTHIIIN'S GOOONNAAA HAAAPPEEEN AAAT AAALL, DOODODOODODOO....
Heehee... gotta love MuchMusic commercials.
***
When she saw him, he was leaning against the wall of her usual doorway, his head bowed, arms and feet crossed. She hesitated, then decided he must be the one she was supposed to be meeting... last night's third client had said his friend would be here tonight. She could tell from his silhouette that he was a big man, all muscle; she could also tell that this one wouldn't be a pleasant companion at all. However, she was unfortunately in no position to be picky -- her guest was making her already meager funds stretch much thinner. Still, she couldn't make him leave; she wouldn't trade his cheerful, friendly company for anything anyone else could offer her.
As she approached the man in the doorway, he raised his head, grinning slightly. The glowing moonlight danced on every strand of his silvery blond hair. His gray eyes were calm, in control of everything... yet she could still see the uncontrolled lust flashing behind them, and for the first time in a long time, she was afraid. Afraid of this man, afraid of her job, afraid of her feelings... afraid of everything. Since he had come into her life...
As soon as she reached the doorway, the man's hand flashed out, and in an instant he had her locked against the wall, his big left hand pinning hers above her head, the right slipping a red rupee into her very easily accessible brassiere.
'Make it good for me, whore, and you'll get another.'
She made it good for him. She got another. The only problem was, she also got two things she did not want -- a request for another meeting the following night at ten o'clock sharp, and a severe threat should she disobey.
***
Telia cared for him so relentlessly, Danté almost felt like he was back at home again with his mother by his side. It had not been long since Telia had found him on the beach, and he still couldn't move without some part of him hurting, but the friendship that had formed between them grew as each day's sun rose. During the day, she would stay at home and keep him company, capturing him stories of ancient Termina, fascinating him with her childhood experiences, and entrancing him with her touching, haunting poetry. When he slept during evenings, she would go out and do her errands. He didn't know what her errands could possibly be, since she bought all her meals from the shop a mere minute's walk down the street, and she was sometimes gone for hours at a time. Still, he couldn't remember a single moment he had been awake that she hadn't been by his bedside, and that was all that mattered to him.
'Man, Danté!' Exclaimed Telia as she sat in the small wooden chair in Danté's room, marveling at how nimble his fingers were on the strings of his guitar. It was the sixth week he had been in her care, and he was finally up and about by himself once again. He now sat on the edge of his small bed, feet resting on the ground, his guitar cradled in his arms. His fingers were going a mile a minute, and he felt right at home doing it. 'That's incredible! Are you sure you taught yourself to play this thing?'
'As sure as I'm sitting here now,' he said. He grinned, glancing up at her for a moment before looking back to his guitar, his face set in an expression of concentration, tip of his tongue just sticking out of the corner of his mouth. She was looking lovely as he had ever seen her in a simple blue dress, her hair brushed and tucked neatly behind her ears.
'Wow... that's incredible,' she murmured again, shaking her head. 'And I was proud when I repaired your trousers without losing a finger.'
He laughed, and placed his guitar back under the bed, glancing out the window at the moon. She followed his gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw the dark sky.
'Oh!' She shot out of her seat and crossed the room in one step. She leaned out his bedroom door, one hand clasped around the door frame, one leg stuck straight out in the air behind her to keep her balance. When she saw the time on the large, geometrically painted wooden clock on the wall she cried out again.
'Oh NO!' She ran to her room and pushed the door closed behind her. Danté was still sitting on his bed, shocked at her sudden change in behavior. He stood and leaned his head out the door of his room, frowning.
'...Telia?' He called as he walked down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. There was no answer, but he could tell from the sounds he could hear that she was definitely in a hurry. As he reached her room he saw that her door was slightly ajar. He placed a hand on it and pushed it open the rest of the way.
'Telia, what--' She cut him off when she whisked around, hurriedly pulling a black cloak closed. She pushed him aside and ran for the door, calling over her shoulder that she'd be back in an hour, because she had an errand she'd forgotten.
The door slammed behind her. Danté waited a moment, then opened it and began to move down the stairs, following her out the back door of the Curiosity Shop.
'That's not enough, Telia,' he thought to himself. 'I want to know just what these 'errands' are.'
***
'You're late,' he growled.
'I know,' she cooed, backing against the wall of the doorway, dropping her cloak to the ground and pulling him to her. 'I'm here now, however.' She leaned forward and purred into his ear. 'Make me scream, and I guarantee you'll never think of another woman again.' He grunted in response pushed her against the wall as roughly as he had the night before. His breath reeked of alcohol, and she performed a moan to disguise a gag.
He entered her roughly, and she tried not to wince. This was all she could do to support the two of them...
Once he had finished, she pretended to smile in satisfaction.
'You've had yours, sugar. Now... where's mine?'
His head flew up. Drunken rage flashed in his eyes. He grabbed her hands and pinned then as he had the night before, only this time instead of tucking a rupee into her brassiere, his right hand was clasped tightly around her neck. She tried to kick out, but her legs were pinned against the wall by his. He grinned horribly.
'Your what, sweetheart? I don't recall ever owing you anything... or do I perhaps owe you a broken bone or two?'
She opened her mouth to scream, but her air intake was completely cut off by his powerful hand. All she could do was stare wide-eyed, gaping silently at him as he bent two of her fingers backward above her head. They snapped with two sickening cracks, one right after the other. Tears were now flooding her eyes, and she squeezed them shut; there was nothing she could do to help herself.
His hand was already entwined in her hair, yanking it backward when she heard an odd thump through her muffled gasps and cries. She opened her eyes to see the man sinking to the ground, out cold, his face blank. She stared at him on the ground a moment, then looked up. Him... there he was in battle position, legs bent, head down, arms outstretched. His fins flew back into place after a moment and he straightened, his face solemn, his black eyes unblinking as they stared into hers.
'... Telia.'
She wanted to think of something to say but couldn't, so she didn't say anything at all. She simply flung her arms weakly around his shoulders, and cried.
He knew exactly what he wanted to say but couldn't, so he didn't say anything at all. He simply placed his arms softly around her and held her as she cried.
***
*sings* SITTIN' ON THE CRAPPER WAITIN' FOR SOOOMETHIIING TO HAAAPPEEEEN, BUT NOOOOTHIIIN'S GOOONNAAA HAAAPPEEEN AAAT AAALL, DOODODOODODOO....
Heehee... gotta love MuchMusic commercials.
***
When she saw him, he was leaning against the wall of her usual doorway, his head bowed, arms and feet crossed. She hesitated, then decided he must be the one she was supposed to be meeting... last night's third client had said his friend would be here tonight. She could tell from his silhouette that he was a big man, all muscle; she could also tell that this one wouldn't be a pleasant companion at all. However, she was unfortunately in no position to be picky -- her guest was making her already meager funds stretch much thinner. Still, she couldn't make him leave; she wouldn't trade his cheerful, friendly company for anything anyone else could offer her.
As she approached the man in the doorway, he raised his head, grinning slightly. The glowing moonlight danced on every strand of his silvery blond hair. His gray eyes were calm, in control of everything... yet she could still see the uncontrolled lust flashing behind them, and for the first time in a long time, she was afraid. Afraid of this man, afraid of her job, afraid of her feelings... afraid of everything. Since he had come into her life...
As soon as she reached the doorway, the man's hand flashed out, and in an instant he had her locked against the wall, his big left hand pinning hers above her head, the right slipping a red rupee into her very easily accessible brassiere.
'Make it good for me, whore, and you'll get another.'
She made it good for him. She got another. The only problem was, she also got two things she did not want -- a request for another meeting the following night at ten o'clock sharp, and a severe threat should she disobey.
***
Telia cared for him so relentlessly, Danté almost felt like he was back at home again with his mother by his side. It had not been long since Telia had found him on the beach, and he still couldn't move without some part of him hurting, but the friendship that had formed between them grew as each day's sun rose. During the day, she would stay at home and keep him company, capturing him stories of ancient Termina, fascinating him with her childhood experiences, and entrancing him with her touching, haunting poetry. When he slept during evenings, she would go out and do her errands. He didn't know what her errands could possibly be, since she bought all her meals from the shop a mere minute's walk down the street, and she was sometimes gone for hours at a time. Still, he couldn't remember a single moment he had been awake that she hadn't been by his bedside, and that was all that mattered to him.
'Man, Danté!' Exclaimed Telia as she sat in the small wooden chair in Danté's room, marveling at how nimble his fingers were on the strings of his guitar. It was the sixth week he had been in her care, and he was finally up and about by himself once again. He now sat on the edge of his small bed, feet resting on the ground, his guitar cradled in his arms. His fingers were going a mile a minute, and he felt right at home doing it. 'That's incredible! Are you sure you taught yourself to play this thing?'
'As sure as I'm sitting here now,' he said. He grinned, glancing up at her for a moment before looking back to his guitar, his face set in an expression of concentration, tip of his tongue just sticking out of the corner of his mouth. She was looking lovely as he had ever seen her in a simple blue dress, her hair brushed and tucked neatly behind her ears.
'Wow... that's incredible,' she murmured again, shaking her head. 'And I was proud when I repaired your trousers without losing a finger.'
He laughed, and placed his guitar back under the bed, glancing out the window at the moon. She followed his gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw the dark sky.
'Oh!' She shot out of her seat and crossed the room in one step. She leaned out his bedroom door, one hand clasped around the door frame, one leg stuck straight out in the air behind her to keep her balance. When she saw the time on the large, geometrically painted wooden clock on the wall she cried out again.
'Oh NO!' She ran to her room and pushed the door closed behind her. Danté was still sitting on his bed, shocked at her sudden change in behavior. He stood and leaned his head out the door of his room, frowning.
'...Telia?' He called as he walked down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. There was no answer, but he could tell from the sounds he could hear that she was definitely in a hurry. As he reached her room he saw that her door was slightly ajar. He placed a hand on it and pushed it open the rest of the way.
'Telia, what--' She cut him off when she whisked around, hurriedly pulling a black cloak closed. She pushed him aside and ran for the door, calling over her shoulder that she'd be back in an hour, because she had an errand she'd forgotten.
The door slammed behind her. Danté waited a moment, then opened it and began to move down the stairs, following her out the back door of the Curiosity Shop.
'That's not enough, Telia,' he thought to himself. 'I want to know just what these 'errands' are.'
***
'You're late,' he growled.
'I know,' she cooed, backing against the wall of the doorway, dropping her cloak to the ground and pulling him to her. 'I'm here now, however.' She leaned forward and purred into his ear. 'Make me scream, and I guarantee you'll never think of another woman again.' He grunted in response pushed her against the wall as roughly as he had the night before. His breath reeked of alcohol, and she performed a moan to disguise a gag.
He entered her roughly, and she tried not to wince. This was all she could do to support the two of them...
Once he had finished, she pretended to smile in satisfaction.
'You've had yours, sugar. Now... where's mine?'
His head flew up. Drunken rage flashed in his eyes. He grabbed her hands and pinned then as he had the night before, only this time instead of tucking a rupee into her brassiere, his right hand was clasped tightly around her neck. She tried to kick out, but her legs were pinned against the wall by his. He grinned horribly.
'Your what, sweetheart? I don't recall ever owing you anything... or do I perhaps owe you a broken bone or two?'
She opened her mouth to scream, but her air intake was completely cut off by his powerful hand. All she could do was stare wide-eyed, gaping silently at him as he bent two of her fingers backward above her head. They snapped with two sickening cracks, one right after the other. Tears were now flooding her eyes, and she squeezed them shut; there was nothing she could do to help herself.
His hand was already entwined in her hair, yanking it backward when she heard an odd thump through her muffled gasps and cries. She opened her eyes to see the man sinking to the ground, out cold, his face blank. She stared at him on the ground a moment, then looked up. Him... there he was in battle position, legs bent, head down, arms outstretched. His fins flew back into place after a moment and he straightened, his face solemn, his black eyes unblinking as they stared into hers.
'... Telia.'
She wanted to think of something to say but couldn't, so she didn't say anything at all. She simply flung her arms weakly around his shoulders, and cried.
He knew exactly what he wanted to say but couldn't, so he didn't say anything at all. He simply placed his arms softly around her and held her as she cried.
***