A/N: Hey people! Been buried with so much assignments it is taking me quite a while to get on and type. Many apologises.
Still, hope you have not given up on this story! Enjoy~ Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated.:3
Zirkus des Leben (Circus of Life) Saga - Shape-shifter Adventure
Chapter 2 – Crescendo in Dilemma
Roderich was not in the bad of mood. His neck ached terribly from the unforeseen 'attack' launched by the albino, rendering him unconscious before he could do anything else. The next thing he knew, Roderich found himself caged up again, though this time the size was more like a prison cell, or so as mentioned from those other shifters that have been in one. Multiple metal bars enclosed the area, reaching all the way from the ground to up high to the ceiling. Not that those opinions can be trusted though. The brunette was provided with a decent bed, if not a bit old, as well as a small jug of water nearby in the ground, desolate. He sighed.
This is honestly so disgraceful. Roderich shuffled his feet uncomfortably, trying to warm his abused body as much as possible from further damage, cuddling as close to the edge as he could.
Honestly, people these days are numb in the brain and feel.
Peering through the dark room and judging through the faint traces of light passing through the small opening of the only exit, the metal door. The situation had only made the brunette more dejected and edgy as Roderich paced, attempting to gain some warmth through rubbing his arms as well as to calm the worked up nerves. He had never worked well with enclosed spaces, perhaps the whole reason behind it being that shape-shifters came closer to animals than humans and more sensitive in the long run. The brunette pause to think then started again. The process just kept being repeated over and over. It went until another hour and a half later, with Roderich on the verge of freezing; the metal barrier was opened, revealing the very same, smug albino. Oh gosh, here he comes again. The brunette resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He kept his chin high, indignant not willing to be affected by the undignified way he was brought to this… current location. Then Roderich picked up the sound of giggling keys, dangling from one of the albino's lose finger.
"The most awesome Gilbert is here to get you. Be prepared to be awed by me, the most awesome human alive!" The albino proclaimed, throwing the keys into the air and catching them in a quick swipe grinning as he stood by the bars tauntingly. Roderich backed a step, hissing in anger as he remembered the events that took place previously. The brunette is not going to back down without a fight this time. He was sick and tired being thrown and picked up by others. He is going to make his own choice this time! Glaring at the albino, Roderich turned his head slightly to the side, frowning in heavy disapproval.
"What is the meaning of this?"
The albino stopped moving, directing him an expression that plainly spoke that the question was incredulous. It had only made Roderich more furious. "Look, it honestly helps if you would get that mouth moving instead of letting it just hang in mid-air," Roderich scoffed, brows knitting tight in exasperation. The supposed 'Gilbert' sighed, then the smirk returned soon enough only to spike to the brunette's irritation behind his back.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt answers to no one. Now be good and come with me obediently if you don't want to stay in there forever." Roderich only growled at the insult, self-affirming the conviction he had just came up with. He is going to pay for all that, ruining a shape-shifter's pride and honour. Once the albino slipped in the key and the knowing 'click' heard, the brunette struck out his folded, right arm to the side abruptly, fingers aligned and faced down.
"Thaw the winter winds, Nix Leopardus."
Roderich closed his eyes quickly, tracing the ever familiar shape of a snowflake, knowing it like the back of his hand. He could faintly hear the albino cursing, leaping forward to attempt to stop the brunette.
It is all too late.
The shape-shifter smiled, allowing the blood-curling pain of a quick shape-shifting and the pent up rage and stress to be released through a booming roar as Roderich leapt forward, landing on strong, firm paws instead of legs. The large creature snarled in open hostility, seeing that the albino was prepared for self-defence with a ready whip out, sending a loud 'snap' when used against the stained, abused walls. The albino's face, on the other hand, seemed utterly taken aback. He was possibly even rendered speechless, judging by his blank look. Roderich's fur was well kept, even through the years of training and scars, some of the recent wounds still dried with blood, abstained behind his back from Ivan, the Ringmaster of the Floating Circus of Life, or known to Roderich and his other colleagues as the Circus.
"Mein Gott," the albino recovered from his reverie and muttered absent-mindedly with his mother tongue as well," No one told me I was going to handle an injured feline. Much less an injured stressed snow leopard…"
A/N: Left you with a cliff-hanger, hopefully no one kills me after this. Next chapter will be in Gilbert's P.O.V.
Adious,
LastWaltz