Original Fic: PiB, Money
Yay story! This is an old one, I wrote it a while ago. From Pancakes in Berlin.
Gabriel was greeted as he stepped out of him part time café job for lunch break with a small, cruel hand grabbing a fistful of his soft blonde hair. Sathan. Gabriel twisted his face around. Of course it was. He tried to blow some yellow hair away from his mouth and nose; it needed to be cut.
“What, pissed to see me?” Sathan asked, starting down the Avenue. Strangers were staring at the spectacle of a short boy with electric red hair and wearing the full spectrum of colours so obviously antagonizing Gabriel, who didn’t give a fuck in the least.
“I need to buy some stuff for Ava.”
Sathan gave him a lewd look. “I know some stores that sell killer sex toys. But wouldn’t she already y’know, have them all?”
“...I’m getting food for her to make for Cretain.”
Sathan shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Gabriel trailed after Sathan’s bright red hair into a regular convenience shop. A bell tingled and Sathan eyed the cigarettes behind the counter, playfully grabbing the air near them. “Craaave,” he said, clawing his hands. Gabriel watched. When they reached the counter he nodded to the clerk, handing over the cheap canned food. Pea soup was good - Cretain liked that. A can of pineapple for the two of them. Cretain needed more fruit.
“And a pack of your best cigarettes,” the blonde man added. The clerk checked his ID (faked, but faked well) while Sathan gaped.
“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed as soon as they were on the street. The last thing he needed was for Gabriel to get fined or whatever the punishment was for supplying a minor with blissful, beautiful nicotine. And chance discovery that he legally did not exist. “What did you do that for?!”
Silently Gabriel held out the cigarette pack, his face expressionless. Sathan thought of knocking it out of his hand, but instead he stuck a hand inside his jacket, took out a fistful of bills and threw them at Gabriel. They crumpled to the ground, light and airy. Careless, from some other world. People eyed them. Guys from Gabriel’s neighborhood eyed them, and the bills on the ground. Twenties, fifties, all in the bright afternoon sunlight. There were hundreds in Sathan’s back pocket. Stupid Gabriel, wasting money on cigarettes for no fucking reason. Sathan didn’t get him, didn’t understand him.
But Sathan did understand doing stupid things. He crouched, his red hair stinging his eyes, and scooped up some of the cash, flinging it back at Gabriel, who watched without moving. Gabriel was wondering if he should take it, for Cretain. How could he deny Cretain that amount of money? The wind caught the bills and they hit Gabriel’s pants instead of his face. Tiny, feather light slaps of money on this thighs and knees and crotch, scratching down his calves and settling by his feet.
People were really watching now. A lot of them hungry; greedy. Gabriel wondered of Sathan had bodyguards today. Slowly, he checked the regular places. No one. No one between the lusting faces in the crowd and Sathan’s skinny body.
The boy felt the bulges of bills in his pockets, hundreds in his jeans. All in all, he was carrying a thousand or so. Jacket pocket, jeans, a fifty in his shoes. People killed each other over money like that in Gabriel’s neighborhood. Gabriel was being stupid, and Sathan could be too. He slid a stack out of his front pocket and held it over his head.
“Hey, bitches!” Sathan called. A hundred euros slipped from his fingers and skittered along the sidewalk. He smiled quickly at Gabriel, leaned up to kiss his cheek and nip his ear. A couple men were shoving their way towards them now. Sathan tensed, almost ready, but had one last punch line. “What the fuck, Gabriel?” he whispered, then shoved down the staring couple next to them and took off down the street.
Sathan was an expert on doing stupid things, and he would have laughed if anyone said that Gabriel could best him at that.
There'll probably be a part two. :)
Gabriel was greeted as he stepped out of him part time café job for lunch break with a small, cruel hand grabbing a fistful of his soft blonde hair. Sathan. Gabriel twisted his face around. Of course it was. He tried to blow some yellow hair away from his mouth and nose; it needed to be cut.
“What, pissed to see me?” Sathan asked, starting down the Avenue. Strangers were staring at the spectacle of a short boy with electric red hair and wearing the full spectrum of colours so obviously antagonizing Gabriel, who didn’t give a fuck in the least.
“I need to buy some stuff for Ava.”
Sathan gave him a lewd look. “I know some stores that sell killer sex toys. But wouldn’t she already y’know, have them all?”
“...I’m getting food for her to make for Cretain.”
Sathan shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Gabriel trailed after Sathan’s bright red hair into a regular convenience shop. A bell tingled and Sathan eyed the cigarettes behind the counter, playfully grabbing the air near them. “Craaave,” he said, clawing his hands. Gabriel watched. When they reached the counter he nodded to the clerk, handing over the cheap canned food. Pea soup was good - Cretain liked that. A can of pineapple for the two of them. Cretain needed more fruit.
“And a pack of your best cigarettes,” the blonde man added. The clerk checked his ID (faked, but faked well) while Sathan gaped.
“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed as soon as they were on the street. The last thing he needed was for Gabriel to get fined or whatever the punishment was for supplying a minor with blissful, beautiful nicotine. And chance discovery that he legally did not exist. “What did you do that for?!”
Silently Gabriel held out the cigarette pack, his face expressionless. Sathan thought of knocking it out of his hand, but instead he stuck a hand inside his jacket, took out a fistful of bills and threw them at Gabriel. They crumpled to the ground, light and airy. Careless, from some other world. People eyed them. Guys from Gabriel’s neighborhood eyed them, and the bills on the ground. Twenties, fifties, all in the bright afternoon sunlight. There were hundreds in Sathan’s back pocket. Stupid Gabriel, wasting money on cigarettes for no fucking reason. Sathan didn’t get him, didn’t understand him.
But Sathan did understand doing stupid things. He crouched, his red hair stinging his eyes, and scooped up some of the cash, flinging it back at Gabriel, who watched without moving. Gabriel was wondering if he should take it, for Cretain. How could he deny Cretain that amount of money? The wind caught the bills and they hit Gabriel’s pants instead of his face. Tiny, feather light slaps of money on this thighs and knees and crotch, scratching down his calves and settling by his feet.
People were really watching now. A lot of them hungry; greedy. Gabriel wondered of Sathan had bodyguards today. Slowly, he checked the regular places. No one. No one between the lusting faces in the crowd and Sathan’s skinny body.
The boy felt the bulges of bills in his pockets, hundreds in his jeans. All in all, he was carrying a thousand or so. Jacket pocket, jeans, a fifty in his shoes. People killed each other over money like that in Gabriel’s neighborhood. Gabriel was being stupid, and Sathan could be too. He slid a stack out of his front pocket and held it over his head.
“Hey, bitches!” Sathan called. A hundred euros slipped from his fingers and skittered along the sidewalk. He smiled quickly at Gabriel, leaned up to kiss his cheek and nip his ear. A couple men were shoving their way towards them now. Sathan tensed, almost ready, but had one last punch line. “What the fuck, Gabriel?” he whispered, then shoved down the staring couple next to them and took off down the street.
Sathan was an expert on doing stupid things, and he would have laughed if anyone said that Gabriel could best him at that.
There'll probably be a part two. :)