Ballet Shoes and Radios

A Walk

A/N: Hey guys, ALTHOUGH NOBODY READS THIS SHIT ANYWAY I NEED TO POINT OUT I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN WEEKS SO I WILL TRY AND MAKE UP FOR IT FROM NOW AND THE WINTER HOLIDAYS. I'M TRYING I'M TRYING. Eh although none of you care because my writing is absolute bullcrap and nobody wants to read this anyway.

-Timeskip 2 Weeks-

"Charl-"

SLAM

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Liste-"

SLAM

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No response.

You sighed, slumping against Charlie's door. Two weeks since the incident. Two whole weeks. Yet she still refused to speak to you. You hung your head, chin to collarbone. You had apologized a million times over, had a go at some of the things on the "Good Deeds" list that Charlie had put up in the hotel lobby. Still, every single goddamn time you knocked on her room door or tried to approach her, she wouldn't talk. Everyone else had tried to talk some sense into her, insisting that Valentino was chasing Angel Dust down with a spear in the first place, and there was nothing wrong with what you did. All you did was knock him out, you could've done worse. He deserved worse. Charlie was just being irrational, even Vaggie admitted it.

The demon princess's behavior unsettled you, to say the least. She had never given you the cold shoulder before, and you had known her pretty much since she was born. You guess she was just sensitive that day, it being the Cleanse and all. But it didn't explain her prolonged icy attitude. Sliding back up, you led yourself for a quick walk around the pride ring. Perhaps it would help clear your head. On your way down to the lobby you passed Alastor. "Dear, if I may ask where you're going?"

You turned to face him, "Just out for a walk."

"Oh! Do you mind if I follow along?"

You hesitated, "Um, actually, I would like some alone time."

The deer demon seemed almost disappointed, and you instantly regretted it. "But I don't mind!" He perked up again, "Well, let's get going then!" Offering you his arm, Alastor strode forward. Smiling, you took his arm and the two of you set off. The streets of Hell were filled with lowly sinners and bloody corpses, just like any other day. Inhaling the bloody fragrance of the surrounding air, you did your best to stop worrying. Alastor was humming again, looking around, seemingly enjoying the bloody surroundings. Then abruptly, a piercing scream broke the relative peace.

Both of you whipped your heads round in the direction of the scream. An imp was running around, arms over his head, screaming. A few sinner demons were chasing him, weapons in hand. The group passed straight passed you, and you tripped the demons chasing the imp. They fell in a messy pile on the pavement. "Th-thank you Ms. Marionette!" the imp stuttered.

"No problem dear, call me Y/N! What may your name be?" you beamed as friendlily as you could.

"M-Moxxie."

"Well, lovely to meet you Moxxie!"

"Nice to meet you too. Well uh, better be on my way then," the imp trudged off. (A/N - IK THIS ISN'T THE MOST IN CHARACTER BUT I'M TRASH AT WRITING CHARACTERS AS THEY ARE SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME. BESIDES MOXXIE'S MY BBG I HAD TO WRITE HIM AS A CUPCAKE) You smiled in his direction, and waved, then turned to the pile of demons by your feet, they were beginning to stir. Eyes glowing faintly purple, you summoned your strings to garotte each one of their heads off. Interlocking your arm with Alastor's again, you carried on walking. He lagged back, and you looked at him pointedly, "Well, shall we continue our walk?"

"Ah- yes, of course my dear," he said, seeming to jerk out of a trancelike state. He took a step forward, "Let us carry on."

Throughout the res of the walk, you felt his eyes trained intently on you.