Mindslaveshipping (Bandit Keith x Strings)
(whyyyyyyyyyy…)
Keith was drunk. As usual.
So he wasn't paying attention when the very strange character walked into the bar. He was busy staring mournfully at the empty bottle in his hand and feeling at his pocket for his wallet, which he knew was empty, so there was no chance of replacing the bottle.
He didn't hear the bartender made a rude remark to the very strange character that had recently entered. He didn't see the pale, bald man decked out in punk-rocker clothes and face piercings cock his head at the remark, as though it were a sound he didn't understand. He didn't see the dead eyes outlined in thick black liner stare at the bartender for so long and in such silence that the six foot man got flustered and dropped the bottle he was passing to someone else. He didn't notice when the bartender made a mumbled excuse and disappeared into the back. And Keith definitely didn't notice as the other patrons of the bar starting sending the pale boy uneasily, and started to slowly find reasons for them to leave early.
It wasn't until he and the strange character were the only ones left in the bar that he noticed he was alone.
With a jerk, he realized that he had been dozing off. The empty bottle slipped from his fingers and shattered, and that really woke him up. He sat up, planning on telling the bartender to just give him another bottle and stick it on his tab (which he didn't intend to remember to pay before he left to go back to America) – but the bartender wasn't there.
His groggy mind didn't fully register this for a second. He looked across the bar with blurry eyes and found it practically empty, except for one, completely still figure that he couldn't yet make out in the dim light.
"Oy," he said. "Bar closed already? What time is it?"
But the still figure didn't answer, and finally, Keith blinked enough blur from his eyes to see the strange, lanky figure clearly. He looked like a mime, his face was so pale. That color could have only been achieved with makeup.
"Whaddya want?" Keith said.
The figure said nothing, simply staring at him.
Keith was starting to feel an uncharacteristic uneasiness. There was something…wrong about the silent boy, and it didn't really have to do with his face, piercings, or even his almost elongated body. It was just wrong, his very existence, it put a slithery feeling in Keith's stomach and made him want to throw up.
He glared at the boy.
"Whaddya want?" he demanded. "Shouldn't stare at people."
Again, the boy said nothing. He just stared. It wasn't even a searching stare, it was like Keith was looking at a big porcelain doll with glassy eyes.
And maybe that was what it was. Could it be just a doll? The kid certainly didn't move much. Maybe someone was playing a joke on him. Bet they were all laughing at him now, talking to a statue.
Irritated now, Keith pushed from the bar.
"Forget it," he said.
He started to slouch towards the doors. He hoped those stupid Japs had gotten a good laugh out of that, because if he saw one of their faces grinning at him, he would punch them right in the nose –
He didn't hear the boy moving until it was far too late.
Faster than should have been humanly possible, the boy closed the distance between them and as Keith turned around, the boy's leg snapped up, high, too high, and cracked right across Keith's head.
He hit the ground heavily, his senses dulled by the drink, head spinning, but not unconscious yet.
When the strange figure looming over him spoke, it didn't seem like the voice fit – it was wrong, too, like everything about this figure.
"My apologies, but I tend to find this works better when my targets are as close to unconscious as possible."
And then the next thing he knew, he was sinking down into a dark, black sea, his mind sinking so heavily that he could barely even tell what the ocean was and where it was coming from, and was he standing up without telling his body to do so? He couldn't think.
This is the wrongness, he thought, suddenly. This ocean stuff, drowning me. And that kid is just a big bottle of that wrong stuff.
That was the last lucid thought he had before some other force pressed down on him and he sunk limply into the darkness.
A/N: Why. Why does this exist. I don't understand. Next is Midshipping (Honda x Jonouchi x Yugi).
