AHA finally updated this xD Request from darkmoonstar309!
Shipping: ShiftyxFlaky
Rating: T
Word: Band
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Giggles stopped, feet planted to the sidewalk as she refused to move out from the middle of it, and cupped her mouth with both hands. Her fuchsia eyes glittered in anticipation while she expected her boyfriend, Cuddles, to laugh and say 'Gotcha!' like he did whenever he had fooled her about something. And when he didn't . . she burst out in squeals while fanning herself, jumping from foot to foot and laughing hysterically - otherwise known as the act of fangirling.
"Oh my gosh oh my gosh no way!" She squealed even louder, face flushing brighter. She jumped on the blonde, her slender arms wrapping around his neck in a rib cracking hug. He would be the first to admit that his girlfriend had strength on her, strength that would make a muscle builder cry. It was from carrying all the shopping bags, she'd tell him.
Cuddles choked and pat her back to let her know that he couldn't breathe anymore. "G-Giggles! I think I'm g-gonna faint! Please let go of me!"
"Oh r-right, right!" Blushing and grinning widely, she let go of him and patiently, or trying to be patient, waited for him to tell her that it was true. If he did, she'd gladly shower him in kisses, and in the event that it was false, then oh, he better remember how she had reacted when he gave her an imitation Gucci bag for her birthday.
Her reason for wearing heels that day hadn't been just for looks, and he had learned that.
The blonde smiled, afraid that she had cracked his spinal cord, and fixed the front of his zipped up sweater. He knew she would react like this, what girl in town wouldn't, and that was exactly why he had done this for her.
"S-so, you're happy right?"
"Happy?!" The pinkette exclaimed. "Oh my gosh Cuddles this is the greatest thing ever! Petunia and I have been talking about going to see the Tree Friend Killers for ages but they were sold out!" She laughed, it sounding similar to a snort, but since girls don't snort we'll call it another delightful squeal. "I can't wait to tell her that I get to go! Just OH MY GOSH!"
Biting on her thumbnail, smile still in place, she tried stopping her feet from hitting the ground from her excitement. She was now just shaking from it. "Can I, can I maybe see the tickets? Just to see what they look like in real life!"
Cuddles puffed out his chest, proud that he had done something right for a change. Usually his actions were frowned upon from her, but this time he knew that she would show him all the affection he deserved when they were holding hands and singing in the crowd. "No prob!" He confidently put a hand in his sweater pocket, smugly feeling around for the two tickets.
Giggles felt herself reach the peak of her happiness high when he slipped his hand back out, holding - "A piece of . . lint?" Her mood darkening drastically, she smiled with a firmness he had seen only on that day of her birthday.
The air around her buzzed with black electricity and an angered aura as she questioned, "Hey, Cuddles, where are the tickets."
"A-ah! Erm, t-they're here somewhere!" He gasped, dropping the useless ball of lint and searching through his pockets; sweater, pants, and inside of his socks; but coming up empty handed when the last quarter dropped from his right shoe. Face mingling with fear, he weakly pointed behind him, the eye of the devil look she was giving him through her hair making his blood freeze and flow backwards instead.
"Um, I think I might've dropped them back there! . . Giggles? Giggles? W-what are you doing?"
"You remember what happened on my birthday?"
". . Yes . ."
"Go find the tickets, Cuddles, go find the tickets NOW!"
"Giggles!? Giggles put the heel down! No! Stop it! Don't come near me with that! No please not agai-AHHHAHA!"
"I SAID NEVER MESS WITH ME AGAIN!"
The pained cries of the blonde were met with a slight wince from a green eyed male who was around the corner of the nearest store. He never felt bad after he stole from someone, but this was a whole other story.
"Damn," Lifty muttered, "who knew that Giggles could be so violent. All that for a few tickets to" -he held up the tickets and squinted to read the names- "the Tree Friend Killers? Who the fuck are they?" The papers were pulled out of his hand and snapped up by somebody else, he glared freely at the teen who had claimed it as his own, just like with everything else he stole.
"Thanks ass wipe~" Shifty cooed, waving the tickets in his brother's face and ignoring the cries for help that were coming from a still being beaten to a pulp Cuddles. Eyes lighting in recognition of the name of the band, he briefly thought why such a . . peppy . . couple would go to see something like that.
The Tree Friend Killers consisted of Lumpy, Flippy, Splendid, and The Mole, Lammy being their manager. They weren't specifically a rock band, but they chose the style of music for most of the small concerts they held in the town's park or city hall.
Their popularity was growing, more citizens from the main and surrounding towns coming in groups to see them – though the new arrivers, at the end of the performance, would be killed by some expected misfortune most times. These people were pulled out of the town boarders, nobody wanting to explain to them and picking to just let them die with no resurrection. But, at least they had gotten to see the concert before they did get brutally massacred or decapitated.
They were well-known, but apparently his brother hadn't heard one thing about them, which was hard to believe considering how almost every girl was in love with one or more of the members, some stranger one's going as far as crushing on the manager as well. Almost every house they had robbed that had been a female's, they had found signed swag and posters of the group.
Annoying, yes, but it did come in handy when they stole a shirt or photo from one of the band's members and sold it at outrageous prices to the fangirls. Obsessed girls were the easiest people to deceive and rob silly, sometimes they couldn't even tell the difference from when a signature was real or it was his own forgery.
Lifty not knowing who they were might as well have been the same as him wearing a sign that said, 'Kick Me I'm a Fucking Retard', because that's what Shifty was thinking of him right then.
"Who are they?" Lifty queried and looked over his brother's shoulder to read what was printed on the admission pass.
"You'll find out later tonight. Think of how many suckers there are gonna be when we get there." All the eldest twin was thinking about was how many wallets they'd be able to fish out of people's pockets.
They wouldn't be paying attention to their cash, they'd be sucked into the music and giving no heed if the two happened to 'bump' into them. It was an invitation for them to go through the entire crowd and snatch every last bill they had. If any female was wearing jewelry, Lifty might even be able to slip them off without bringing attention to the two. It was like walking into an open bank and being handed the money by the cops themselves!
"Later tonight? Naw, I've got plans." Since when had his little brother started getting plans of his own?
Shifty blinked, confusion crossing his features as he tried to comprehend that his partner in crime was actually doing something without him, even if he did just boss him around everywhere they went. "What? You're screwing with me, you never have any plans, so why the fuck would you have any tonight?"
"Because I can asshole, I have a life too, ya know." Should he have been offended, more than he was every day, anyways, that his brother thought he had nothing better to do than go out mugging with him? It was a pastime, a hobby that followed him everywhere, and by everywhere, he meant everywhere, but he had things to do, too.
"I'm not just a fucking lap dog that follows you at your heels wherever you wanna go."
Feeling sore and tempted to give him no choice but to go, Shifty folded his arms, displeased. "Who the hell am I supposed to go with then?" He was confident that he'd bring in a haul if he went by himself, but then he'd have to go through that awkwardness of being seen as a loaner that had no sort of friend or partner to be with hi-not that he gave a crap about that.
Four hands were simply better than two when it came to pick pocketing.
Lifty shrugged, caring less who would help him steal money just so he could gamble it all away that following night. "Find someone, I'm sure you have friends~" That could've been one of the coldest things the younger male had said for a while; he knew that the bossy twin had even less friends than he had, and that was saying something.
"Funny. You're really a hilarious mother fucker aren't you?"
"I learned from the best~" Chuckling when he saw he had gotten a rise out of him, Lifty gazed across the street. He stopped his laughter when he saw the back of a head full of bright red hair standing in front of the television store.
The redhead was laughing meekly, tucking strands of her behind her ear while she talked to Pop, Cub being the cause of her laughter when he'd reach out and poke her nose.
"If you aren't going to go then let's go home, I don't want to be out here in the sun all damn day."
Forming a plan in his head, the younger thief put a hand on his twin's shoulder, keeping him from going anywhere. "No wait, wait, I think I know who you could ask . ."
Shifty swatted his hand away. "Don't touch me, and oh yeah? Who?" He knew that his brother was going to point to a random girl who would be ugly as fuck, saying that they'd be a perfect match.
Lifty beckoned to the petite female, raising a brow at the other boy's twitching eye, which he had acquired after figuring out who he was referring could be his date. "What about Flaky?"
"W-why would you even say Flaky?!" Shifty sputtered out, his cool slipping out from under him, but he quickly regained it. "Her life is run by fear, what makes you think she'd want to go see a band like the Tree Friend Killers?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, sending the eldest a sly look and pointing a thumb over his shoulder towards her distancing form. "It was just an option for you to pick~ I'd hurry if you wanted to catch up with her though~" Sniggering, he pat the indecisive teen's back, swiped the keys to the van from him, and strutted away, reminding him of the wallets that would never be jacked if he didn't go.
He scowled and looked at the two tickets in his hand, at the furthering girl, then glared at the sidewalk.
It was all for the cash, he'd just have to catch up and talk her into helping him - whether she knew the basics of pick pocketing, he had no idea. She looked to be light in weight, nobody would realize her sneaking by them, that would be helpful when they'd be waiting in the line . .
Dragging his palm over his face and growling, he left the corner and turned into an alleyway between two stores, taking the stealthy approach. If he surprised her, she wouldn't be as capable of rejecting his offer.
His shoes squashed against the moist floor of the alley, the pungent smell wafting up from the garbage almost unnoticed by him, it had become such a familiar smell that it didn't affect him nearly as much as it did before. His strides were long and fast paced; he was hurrying to be positive that he didn't lose her and have to find some other eligible girl.
The alley was like their own pathway, hardly anyone ever walked back there, the aroma unappealing and the company even less wanted. It was the perfect way to go if you were in a rush to be somewhere, like he was now.
Shifty's steps picked up as the pale daylight glow coming from an opening of the alley drew nearer. He turned the edge of the building and stopped just feet from where the darkened shadow that was strewed over the alley touched the brightness of the day, a visible line separating them.
Touching the washed out brick wall, taking his hand back in disgust seconds afterwards to wipe the grim on his fingertips on his pants, he remained in the dark, awaiting the time she would pass by. He got his chance minutes later, the short female preoccupied with going through a purse she never used to notice the bolder, human shape in the shade.
"Oh w-where is it . ." Flaky questioned to herself. She kept rummaging through the bag. "It was here only-"
"Hey Flakes~ what are you looking for?~"
A pair of cool hands gripped her shoulders, a hot breathe blown against her ear as she squeaked, dropping the tan, soft leather bag she had been searching through. "W-Wha-!" She cringed when the thief bent down to grab and hand it back to her.
And no, he did not steal anything. He needed to be on her good side for the moment and taking her money wouldn't help him with that.
Stomach churning, she reached out and took her bag back, clutching it to her chest protectively in case he decided that he did want what was inside. A whispery thank you and she was backing away from him, making it four inches before he had his fingers wrapped around her wrist. "M-mm . . Can you l-let go Shifty . . !"
"Hold up, I have to ask you something," he should've known that she would try to stay away from him, figures. "The thing is, I have two tickets to this band tonight and Lifty bailed on me, so now I have an extra ticket. That ticket could be yours if you want, no catch or price~ I wouldn't even charge you for snacks if you went~ you want to go with me or not?"
Flaky stopped wriggling in his grip and looked into his eyes directly, confused at what he was asking.
Getting no response, he continued to ask, "Yes or no?"
"B-but . . wait . . w-what are we going to do? . ."
This girl was so naive, it was either that or she was too slow to understand what he was asking her.
Sighing, he was exasperated that he would have to say it again, so he put it in simple words. "You. Me. Tonight. Understand? Great. I'll pick you up at eight, make sure to wear something hot." The last word out, he released her wrist and thumped her forehead lightly, muttering a goodbye before turning around and stalking back into the alley.
That . . had been more confusing than the times where he and his brother teased her by playing a guessing game between them.
Had . . had Shifty just made an attempt to ask her out . . ?
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When he had said wear something hot, he hadn't expected her to do it. Flaky was a good girl, always playing it on the extra safe side and keeping to her virtues, the morals of being a kind person, and that was exactly why he hadn't realized that she would dress in something so . . revealing.
His hungry eyes traveled over the expanse of her body that wasn't covered, the bare shoulders that donned nothing but thin spaghetti straps, the gentle arch of her pale back, and oh, her full chest that the skimpy dress - if you could call the tight piece of cloth that - barely hid. Her ringlets of hair fell down her backside in natural curls, most of the flakes washed out, but some visible here and there.
The good girl showed that she could clean up well for a nervous wreck.
He had felt the tremble that shot through her body when he had laid a hand on her shoulder, leading her through the mass warm bodies. More for his amusement than her protection, in this way he could drag his nails sensually over her heated skin without it being harassment.
Shifty still hadn't thought of this as a real date, it was hardly that. What he had told her had been for a matter of business and nothing more, so why did he catch his eyes constantly wondering over to her face, the fright of being in such a rowdy crowd showing through clearly, and peering mischievously down into the space between her breasts. Maybe it was the pulsing bodies around him, their body heat radiating, that boosted his testosterone level.
The redhead was oblivious to any of his actions, her hand grasping on his shirt to keep from melting away into the audience. She was regretting answering the door when she had heard his knock a half hour before, she could've pretended she wasn't home and hidden under her bed.
But, she had been dressed and waiting, Petunia being the girl she had contacted first to ask what was appropriate to wear on a date. Her friend would've assisted her in getting dressed, but she had said she was busy consoling a distressed Giggles. Something about the pink haired girl's boyfriend being beat up by thugs and in the hospital for much needed medical attention.
Petunia hadn't said how trampy she'd feel while walking around in the thigh cropped outfit, though.
She also hadn't warned her about all the men that would be eyeing her like she was some piece of meat, eye candy for single perverts to get a load of.
Ripping his stare away from her chest, Shifty finally witnessed just how many older, lust filled looking men were running their greedy eyes over her voluptuous body. The pang of possesivness arose in his chest at their glazed over looks, his hand tightening on her shoulder as he pulled her in more.
He had to remember his reason for being here, and it wasn't to get jealous for stupid things like other males gazing at her. He was here to rob them senseless, and it could have been fate's way of smiling on them, because he might just use her appearances to his advantage. Using her as a distraction and then fishing their gadgets and cash out of their tightening pockets.
Later. Once the band started playing. That's when he'd make his move.
Shifty pulled her from the mass to a less populated area just fifteen feet of the shack that was vending hotdogs and drinks. This wasn't her crowd, and that got a chuckle out of him, seeing how nervous she was, fidgeting in place and ever trying to cover the milky skin of her exposed thighs.
"Aren't you adorable when you're flustered~"
Flaky squeaked, her shoulders raising to her ears, looking like the shy little girl she was. Unused to hearing compliments from him, anyone really, she flushed deeply, attempting to swallow down her embarrassment, but finding that her throat was parched. She rubbed her neck absent mindedly, giggling to relieve her awkwardness.
"T-thanks, for taking me h-here and—" She tilted her head, ears burning as he removed to hand and replaced it with his own. The soothing circles he rubbed into her skin asking a question in itself.
He tilted his head to the vendor, saying, "Coke?"
She nodded gratefully, feeling the burning fire he had left on the skin and missing its warmness. Casually standing, as casual as an awkward girl who's in a short dress can stand, next to the garbage can, she turned her head the smallest degree to stare at the people smoking from the corner of her eye. The acrid scent of smoke crawled into her already scratchy throat, her cough muffled by her fist.
This place really wasn't meant for her, and she hoped that he would come back soon.
Her worry grew when she saw a stumbling man come towards her in his peripheral vision, an empty beer bottle in his hand and his garbles the sign of his infatuation. She crossed her arms over her chest, a new shudder of fear overcoming her the closer he got. Jumping as he kicked the tin of the trash can, she used the time to glance at him, her bangs covering the left side of her face and hiding her fear stricken expression.
The man's woozy stare was focused on her, his pupils adjusting in what light there was and clouded. His toothy smile should've warned her to run to the line and just wait with the twin who had taken her here, but she was frozen in her shoes as he warbled out, "Hey, you there" –hiccup— "girl, yeah you with the red hair."
Flaky didn't answer, following the rules of not talking to strangers.
"Did you hear me? I called you. Yoo-whoo?~"
She frowned at the ground, not respondent.
"Soo-ooo," He leaned against the trash, successfully knocking it over to the ground and having a difficult time gaining his balance again. When he did, his drunken blush grew, smiling dumbly at her. "Are you here alone?"
He wasn't going to leave her alone until she answered, so summoning up her firmest voice, she said, "N-no." and it still came out as an unconfident stutter. She stepped away from him, peering worriedly at the line and never seeing the fedora that was Shifty's. "I-I'm here with someone."
"Ooooh," He waved his hands up by his face and laughed, taking two unbalanced steps towards her for every single step she took, slowly advancing. "I don't see him anywhere, how do you know that he didn't ditch you?" Shutting his eyes, he continued to drawl out while waving a finger in a circulation motion. "But why would he leave you? A fucking hot piece of ass like yourself shouldn't be left alone, it should be fucked hard, ehe."
The female looked away in disgust and annoyance at being called an 'it' overshadowing her previous fear that still lingered in her, but was pushed off for a second. "O-okay. Can you p-please stop talking to me? He's going to c-come any minute now and . . ! I'm not supposed to be talking to s-strangers."
"So he's the protective type eh?" The drunk took no heed in her warning, stepping closer at his will and laying a hand on her arm, his greasy fingers sliding down her skin and leaving her repulsed. His voice dropped, sultry now as his alcohol reeking breath caused her grimace. Ignoring her attempts to shimmy out of his hold, he brushed her bangs away from her eye. "Or is he just greedy when it comes to you~ doesn't like other men touching you~?"
There was the fear again, fright washing over her face as she tried giving her best menacing glare to drive him away. That plan not working, she gave in to the trembling, yelping in protest when his hand went to the back of her dress, fingers playing with the zipper of it. "W-what are you d-doing! I t-told you I'm w-with someone! Stop it!"
"Why are you screaming? Nobody's going to help you here~"
He was right, the groups consisting of three or four people were looking at the scene before them, but nobody was bothering to stand up and do anything. They gave her looks of pity, but they wouldn't help her, wouldn't try to this man who was beginning to run his grubby hands over her body and tug at her thick hair, her back arching in pain and giving him a trailer of what she had to offer.
Tears pricking in her eyes, Flaky pushed against his chest and cried out for the help that she wouldn't get. This wasn't how she wanted her night to turn out in, being molested by a random drunk bastard who didn't know how to hold his liquor, but the way things were looking now, it seemed like that was going to happen.
"P-please s-stop! L-leave me alone!—"
Splash.
Flaky felt the cold, sticky liquid wet her hands and forearms, shocked to find the drunk completely soaked in a dark drink, ice cubes falling from the top of his head and onto the ground.
Giving short gasps, he took his hands away from her to wipe the drink from his eyes. "Who the fuck did—" His shoulder grasped by someone, he was spun around and met with outraged emerald orbs and a bitter scowl full of pure hatred. So this was the fucker who had sprayed him with soda? And who the hell did he think he was to be doing that? The Almighty God? Ha, no. From what it looked like, he was a teenager with a green mask and a bad temp—
Shifty's teeth were bared, his body visible shaking from the suppressed anger, as he hissed out to the drunken man, malevolence thick in his words and his glare burning into his skull, "She said to leave her alone and you didn't. Why, because I was gone. But now I'm back and if I ever see your sorry ass around town again, you better believe that I'll give you a hell of a time." His threat embedded in the male's mind, he gave him a rough shove that sent him stumbling and tripping over the fallen trash can.
"S-Shifty . . w-where were . . ." Flaky's eyebrows curved upwards, mouth puckering as she gripped the bottom of her dress. Crimson eyes watering, she was silent until he turned back to her.
"God dammit Flaky," he sounded pissed, "I can't leave you alone for fucking five minutes without having to come and rip some dick off of you, can I?" He was about to give her the rules of the new dress code for whenever she went out, but seeing her on the verge of tears stopped him.
Ugh, not even he liked seeing chicks cry.
Glowering, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her face into his chest, rubbing her head and glaring at anyone he made contact with. "Why are you crying, I stopped him before he did anything to you, right? Stop crying Flaky, it's not going to happen again." What would he have to do to signify that she wasn't free when she was out somewhere, tattoo his name all over her body . .
"Y-yeah but," she sniffled, "I thought y-you left without me . . ! I thought you l-left me here by m-myself . ."
He dug his knuckle into her head softly, rolling his eyes at her imagination. Had she really believed that he would come all the way to the concert only to ditch her the first chance he got? Ha, bullshit. "I didn't, you're welcome." Feeling like he should say something less insensitive, he leaned back to see her face, using his scarf to dry up her shining cheeks. "You can't be talking to strangers when you're alone, you don't know what things some sick pervert would do to you if you gave them a chance.
"Besides, for tonight you're all mine," he smirked at the new blush on her teary face he had gained. So maybe this was a date, but he was fine with it now, Lifty's thefts could always replace the wallets he didn't steal today. "Come on, I think they're about to come on. Don't you want to see the Tree Friend Killers~?"
Giggling weakly, she nodded and allowed him to drag her through the bustling audience, the stage lighting up as Lammy came out to introduce the band.
Oh yes, this was a night to remember. Especially when that band would bring the roof down – literally.
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I had fun writing this one for some reason, and I hope you guys liked it.
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Til next time! Eat lots of sugar and chase squirrels until you find the one that's Nutty!
