Dedication: Writing-Out-Loud
I ran through the city, for the first time without a gun somewhere on me.
I burst into Moriarty's hotel room, not bothering to knock. "WHAT?! Do you know what you've DONE?"
Moriarty looked up, and to my surprise I saw that he had been crying. "I'm sorry."
"We are on holiday." I growled, "And you wanted him to shoot some gondolier without any proper kit? Moriarty, do you know where he is? He's in the prison, that's where!" I turned, and paced the room. "nine years of shooting and killing, and he's put into prison for an attempted murder. He didn't even shoot straight!"
"What?" Moriarty said, getting to his feet.
"The bullet ricocheted off a bridge, and the people in the gondola got the man to hospital in time." I said.
"no, you mean he's been shooting since he was 17?" Moriarty asked.
"Yeah, so?" I asked. "He started after our parents died. He was bored."
"You don't miss them? You were, what, six?"
"Na, it was a bit of a relief, they were making Seb's life hell, because they caught him kissing a boy."
I didn't add that every shot I made, every death I caused, I imagined it to be my parents. I wanted them to feel the pain they had caused.
The night Sebastian and I had come home, after the fight against the Baker Street boys, we found our parents had been shot.
We had broken out of the orphanage after a week, and Seb had taken up shooting. He too imagined that every bullet was going straight towards our parents.
"Anyway, I don't want to waste any thoughts on them, I want to get my brother out of there!"
"I'll think of something." Moriarty said.
"You'd better." I growled.
A few hours, one back alley, some phone calls, and several conversations later, Seb, Moriarty and I were walking through the Piazza San Marco.
I turned back to talk to my brother, to find that Moriarty was about to kiss him.
Unfortunately, Seb's sense of humour decided to ruin the moment. He jabbed his boyfriend in the ribs "If you're going to try to make out with me, Mr Moriarty don't do it in public." he joked.
"As you say, Mr Moran." Moriarty smirked, offering him his arm.
When we got back to the hotel, they immediately started kissing.
I silently walked to the bathroom, and, once they had finished, handed them the bottle of mouthwash.
A/N on second thoughts, I should probably dedicate this to @_Sparkyintheforest_ and (for a second time) @Writing-Out-Loud, because there are references in here that only they would get.
:-)
~ Chaser
(sorry, guys, couldn't resist!)
(Don't worry, though, you both don't get the same reference, there are two.)
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