The Things That Keep Me Up At Night/ Steven Universe Theories and Stories.

Short Story Time pt3

peristellar509

I walked with her that entire time, I could have had her...no no she's different....I smiled as I ran my hand back through my hair the time wasn't right...I want...to protect her? "Um excuse me," my eyes sprung down to the girl standing before me. I quickly regained composure "can you help me find this book?" I bent down to peer at the paper the girl was showing me. Though secretly I was eyeing her. 5;4, b-cup, athletic, I stood and pointed to a shelf in the Far East. "Row 157 subsection D" she smiled thanking me before going to look. I went back to my desk. I was a librarian for fun, because I love literature. But I worked part time at a cafe shop. My busy schedule leaves me no time to hunt. It's sad but I manage. I took my sheet logging the books into the system and occasionally checking out people books. It's safe to say I don't have much of a life, I leave with a roommate, were polar opposites, but she's never home so you could say I live by myself. Hunting is a hobby. At first it was just to look for a decent partner, but gradually the idea slipped away. Now I just like the thrill, not so much as toying with there emotions but amusing myself, the look on there faces, getting my way, knowing that there undoubtedly thinking about me. What better way to spend my time. It gets me aroused just thinking about it. I calm myself locking up because it was closing time. Am I a bad guy... who can say for certain. I try not to cast judgement upon myself. But if I just had to say. I smiled as I locked the final door and turned around. I'm dangerous. My smile turning into a mischievous smirk as I straighten the collar of my jacket and begin the walk home.

=Home=
I took my shoes of at the door before walking inside. I walked to my room and opened the door. I caught the empty can that was thrown towards me as I did so. "Betcha didn't expect to see me" her eyes squinted on me as she sat criss cross on the bed. "Did they let you go early" I asked ignoring her statement tossing the can behind me in the kitchen garbage can, "yeah they did, now we have the whole day together" I peered at her 6;0 double f-cup, slim thick. She covered her chest "I hate when you do that, that..that eye judgement thing you always do" she said. I shifted my gaze. One thing I would never do is find interest in her. She was obnoxious and self centered. We clashed heads every other day. "Don't worry, I would never find interest in you" I said coldy as I walked towards my closet grabbing my clothes for work. I could see I struck a nerve. "so I'm not good enough to qualify in your little perverted hunting games" she got up. Another reason I would never find anything interesting in her. I turned around just as her hand grabbed my neck and she lifted me my clothes slipping from my hand "like I'd even want to be targeted by some pervert like you" I didn't flinch at the sudden loss of air. It didn't bother me at all I gave her the same uncaring gaze I always give her. "tsk fucking lesbian" she brought her hand across my face punching me. I felt the stinging pain that eased I swiftly brought myself over and glided around her using my legs to throw and pin her to the ground. In a fight I wouldn't stand a chance against her, but to hell if you thought I was going to let her do as she pleases. My legs closed tighter around her neck. She tapped out and I released her. She stood and grabbed her set of keys. "I'm going out, if you want anything text me" she said leaving like nothing had broke out a few moments ago. I sighed. Grabbing my clothes and walked into the bathroom. I tasted blood, that wouldn't be unexpected. She punched my mouth after all. I unbuttoned my shirt and took off the rest of my clothes. I peered at my body. 5;8 B-cup, Slim. Hunter...I turned on the water and stepped in. The hot water running down my hair and body. Images of the girl flashed in my head. Yes....it was something about her. Something that interested me. I just got that vibe. I liked my upper lip feeling aroused again. Yes....I breath in. Breath out. My head slung back I'll make you mine yet... I smiled and continued to actually shower.

=Work=
I started my shift, I smiled using my hand to brush the side of my hair away. "Damn" I muttered to myself. Having only just realized I forgot my book. What was I going to do now....maybe she'll stop bye. Unlikely she doesn't know where I work. I turned my attention back to the coffee I was making. Of course I smiled I'm not that lucky. I placed the coffee on my tray and carried it to its table. "Aoi, that's certainly not the look of a hunter" I looked down quickly only to smile in the end. Afro, shades, why wouldn't it be. "Garnet......can't slip one over you huh?" I said taking my tray back into my arm. She chuckled as I peered over her C-cup, slim athletic, boxer, 5;8. "It's just automatic with you huh, you never take a break" she said crossing her arms. I turned my gaze else where "gomae" she drunk a bit of her coffees "who is she" I looked back at her. "Don't tell me you don't know," I looked down "I see...you should stop hunting" i was starting to walk off when she said "she's going to be the one...but she won't be easy" I smiled as I walked off. If garnet said anything I listened. She was more then less right. So without question I probably would stop, she probably was the one. But like any possibility there's also the chance that I won't stop that she's not the one. In any case. I chuckled to myself. Only time can tell....