Flowers for Rouge.
This takes place somewhere in the middle of Shadow and the Mask. An introduction to Shadlay (Kesh in the fan fics.)
Shadow the hedgehog is credited to SEGA, but Shadlay is mine.
Shadow looked up from his now cold short black. Swallowing liquids was getting harder now, and he often had to sneak out of his room to throw up in the toilet.
Shadow sighed and dumped the remainder of his coffee in a nearby bin, today he was going on a date. He looked up to see an earth male hand a brunette a bouquet of roses. Just the thing he needed to attract Rouge's attention.
Shadow walked down the not-so crowded streets, in search of a flower shop, or at least one that was still open. Finally after 10 minutes, Shadow stumbled across, a dark corner, which thankfully had a florist.
A faint tinkle of bells greeted him as he entered the store, that and a wave of dust. Shadow stared around the musty store.
"Can I help you." Said a quick, yet nervous voice. Shadow flinched at her stealth. "Ah yes." He said. "I'm looking for some roses."
"Right this way." The Shopkeeper was a tall and thin brown cat. She wore a long and frilly black and blue chequered dress. Her long bushy tail was limp as she dragged it behind her.
"Here." She muttered, pointing to the collection of dark coloured flowers, each unique, yet beautiful in its own way. However they were all wilted. Shadow stared at them for a moment, and then looked at the tired cat. Under her hazel eyes were dark signs of a lack of sleep.
"You should sleep more often." He murmured to her, selecting a pair of navy blue and dark purple roses. "These should do."
She smiled up at him and reached out her hand to touch his shoulder. "I could say the same for you." She waved her hand over the wilted roses, and the lifted, blooming in new life.
"That'll be $5.95 please," she said walking over the cashier's desk. "I don't take credit cards."
Shadow paid her and took the roses to the door. Shadow turned around and looked at her before he left. As he left a sentence met her ears.
"Whats your name?"
"Kesh."
Writing in the dead of night is not good for my health...