Just My Luck
By RenzokukenZ
Running water was heard coming from the locked restroom in Vincent's apartment. A slight rustle was heard along with the water, hinting that the gunman was beginning to remove his attire. Inside, his pale hand was hit by the water beads that is the shower, checking to see if the temperature fit his fancy. When it did, he retrieved his hand and began anew the removal of clothing. He placed near the sink his crimson cape, shirt, pants, his gun belt along with Cerberus, bandana, socks, and finally, to every fangirl's whim, his black and blue stripe-patterned boxers. He entered the tub, his sculpted body being blanketed by the aquatic stream in an instant. His long, raven hair soaked over his shoulders, a few strands dripping over his appealing face. The stout man just stood there with his crimson eyes shut, letting the crystal liquid travel to every corner of his frame, every inch of skin and muscle that every woman yearns to grasp.
His masculine arm reached for the bar of soap allocated near the shower head. With simple strokes, his skin became covered by the cleansing creamy trail of the soap, making sure not an inch of him was forgotten. The water cascaded over him again, taking the soap with it and leaving Vincent's skin irresistible. The water slid off his torso, his pecked muscles gleaming, and as it slid down close to the end of the waist…
The water stopped.
"What the?" Vincent reached for the knobs, spinning them in all directions, but to no avail. The shower ceased to spray anymore water, and it couldn't have picked a better time.
Vincent was still half covered in soap and still needed to shampoo his hair.
"…Fuck."