A DARK LIFE
In the shadows of the street, a girl sat in hiding, searching for her next target. She sighed and hissed softly under her breath "fuck
no good targets toda-" she paused as an odd man came into her sights. "Jesus
that's a cool hat..."she giggled softly.
She began to creep out of hiding and in the next minute, had plunged her hand into the man's pocket and run off with whatever prize she had grabbed. She ran as fast as she could, using years of practice running and dodging people through the streets. A hand lunged out and grabbed her wrist and she shrieked. 'How did u do that!?!?' she yelped.
The man pulled her into the shadows, before grinning at her. He wasn't all too pleased that this girl had actually stolen something from him, but he did find it funny that she had managed it, and had tried. "I believe u have something of mine
"he held out his other hand to her, still tightly gripping her arm "
and I would very much like it back~." He giggled softly.
The girl glared at him and he could feel her trying her best to yank her arm out of his grasp.
"Come on now, you're going to have a hard time getting out of this." He chuckled. As he watched her, he could see her hesitation, and she finally gave in, handing the stolen object back to him. "Where did a young lady like you acquire such scars?" he asked her.
She glared at him before answering. "jeho ádný z vaeho organizačních." She hissed.
He giggled. "Do pardon me, but I can't understand you." he said, poking her nose with a long taloned finger.
She wrinkled her nose, "i
I said i-its none of your business
"she stuttered softly "n-now let go of me
Undertaker noticed that her words were hesitant, as if she was not very well practiced in English. "Hmm
you seem very able, how would u like to work at my shop~?" he said cheerfully, which caught her off guard to his enjoyment. He simply hoped he wouldn't regret his offer.
She stared at him with shock. This utterly creepy man was offering for her to work at his shop? What the hell? And he didn't even seem pissed that she had just stolen from him. She eyed at him suspiciously, what if he was only doing this to get rid of her? Maybe he would actually give her to the yard. She frowned softly "F-Fine
I-I'll work for you
"she said softly.
The odd man giggled again. "You may call me Undertaker. And now, what is your name, my dear~?" he asked her.
She gaped at him again. Undertaker? He's a mortician? He works with dead bodies... Creepy, but better than she had thought. As the saying goes, dead men tell no tales. No one to tell stories. Obviously this man didn't hear anything about her. "Tma. mé jméno je tma. I-I mean, my name is Dark. B-but a lot of p-people call meh- (undertaker noted the awkward way she pronounced some words)- Trickster...s-so that works too..."she said softly.
"Weeeellll~ , nice to meet you, Dark." He giggled happily.
Dark watched him with disbelief. This man was damned odd. Suddenly, the grip on her wrist moved to her hand and she was dragged out of the shadows. "H-Hej!! Co dělá? Kam mě vedete? a pustit z ruky ty kriple!! Nezatahuj lidi na ulici bez nich vědět kde sakra utečou!! Pusť mě! Jsi hrozný starý mu!!!" In her surprise, she had started yelling at him in the language that she spoke naturally.
Her protests fell on deaf ears as he dragged her along through the streets. After resisting his grip again, he slowed down, walking next to her as if on a leisurely walk.
Undertaker grinned. Her surprise and panic was rather funny, and the expression on her face was rather cute. But he decided to slow down for his new pet. He giggled as she fell into step a little behind him.
Then he felt the ribbon of his hat sway, more than it does as he walked. He paused and looked back at Dark, who had pulled her hand away quickly, blushing shyly. He giggled as he realized that she was batting at the tail of his hat. "Having fun? Such a kitten~" He giggled, causing her to blush even more.
"I-I'm not a cat!" she protested, a little too strongly.
He giggled even more. So the girl was hiding something, was she? He was determined to find out now. But for now, he didn't want her scared of him. He would find out later, what Darks secret was.
She blushed as he turned away again. Dear god, that was awkward. She just couldn't resist batting at that trailing thingy from his hat. It was so goddamned tempting, and he had noticed the moment she did it. That trailing thing was so tempting, but she resisted batting at it more. She was pissed that such a thing attracted her attention.
Being a neko, she had cat-like habits. It pissed her off even more that she couldn't just take the thing and run. Undertaker had offered for her to work for him, which appreciated. She liked his kindness, even if he was creepy, weird and eccentric. He didn't press questions, and he didn't hurt her, or yell for stealing from him. She liked that.
She gave a faint smile but kept her ears pressed to her head so no one would see. Her tail was safely tucked in her pants, to her discomfort. She barely realised it when he had stopped in front of his shop, so she bumped into his back.
"Neh? Oh..." she looked at the sign of the morgue. "Ahh...w-well...at least people know where you are..." she mumbled.
Undertaker giggled and nodded before leading her into the morgue.