[ES21] Drabble #5

BART Drabbles: V


His
Word count: 175

The thing that bothered him the most about her was the way she moved. Whether she knew it or not, people did notice how she walked, talked, and tilted her head. Perhaps it was only his imagination that passersby glanced and smiled appreciatively whenever she passed by, but he still didn’t feel like sharing. Often he found himself tightening his hold on her shoulder, glaring menacingly at males from eight to eighty (ridiculous, he knew, but just in case), or even snarling at those who dared to glance more than a few milliseconds at her.

Sometimes, however, there were idiots who didn’t understand that she was not a fucking public property. In that case he liked to make them understand. It was all done with a friendly pat on the shoulder, several big guns, and many implicit dismemberment threats. The results were always satisfactory. Usually they wetted their pants and ran screaming away like crazy. That, Hiruma considered, was the only plus of the whole thing.

Those people. They never learned.

She was his, dammit.