These Small Hours

Shadow Shower

All the mirrors and reflective surfaces in the bathroom had been covered. It was not because Seras hated her reflection, or even the unsettling feeling of not having one from being a vampire (Walter's mirror when she first woke up disproved that myth). No, it was for a far more mundane reason, if one considered having a perverted French mercenary cohabitating one's body and grinning out at her while she disrobed for the shower to be mundane.

The mercenary in question sat in a corner of the bathroom, eyes covered with a blindfold and hands bound. He was stuck there until Seras was properly dressed; she had made sure of it.

But still…still… He could hear the sounds of her moving about in the shower, the water splashing off the walls and her body. He smoked his shadowy cigarette and smiled a shadowy smile.

Author's Note: These stories are dedicated to my dear friend who inspires me every day, cosplays Pip to my Seras, and puts up with me. Thank you.