Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

Stranger Danger (NON-CANON)

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If I just creep down the smallest bit.

Gabriel inched forward and felt the ground sloping beneath him, as the platform of a shoulder gave way to the slippery slope of the completely vertical chest, and directly beneath the young boy, the unstable bag of cloth that was the pocket.

"Hmm, you think this would look good on me?" Seto asked, having filed through a few t-shirts and remaining on one black one. Gabriel mumbled out some kind of bored half response, gripping the fabric his father wore and biting his lip as he prepared for the final jump, he would land in the pocket and then ask for some ice-cream as a reward for his bravery and-

"Hmm, I think I'll try and find some new robes instead."

It all happened so quickly. The giant's action of hanging the shirt back up, twisting on his heel with the arm still outstretched, them dropping it without a thought, had Gabriel thrown from the shoulder, his scream caught in his throat as his lungs were crushed and stomach left far behind. His father...he walked away without noticing, supposing the child had dozed off again. A gram lighter and none the wiser as Gabriel landed hard in a pile of discarded shirts, his light weight and the thick fabric meaning he miraculously survived.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

The child caught his breath after a few tantalising seconds of being unable to even inhale, lips soundlessly mouthing cries as he saw the figure that was his dad disappear into the crowd. The crowd of giant monolithic people, shoes capable of crushing him flat stomping past without second thoughts as to who was stuck alone on the floor without his daddy. Gabriel's whole body hurt with a dull pain, his arms and legs were okay, but he whimpered and curled up knowing there was nothing he could do except lie there and cry.

"Daddy...daddy, where are you?" The child whimpered, screaming when someone brushed too close to the pile and sent him tumbling along with the fabrics, leaving him on the cold tiles and still alone. On the ground that shook with every step that anyone took. Gabriel soon realised he couldn't move from beneath the rack, because the sheer amount of foot traffic meant it was fact that he would get fatally trapped beneath a boot.

What did daddy say to do?

"I can't...I can't-"

Gabriel winced at another set of footsteps approaching along with the sound of mumbled singing, the pillar-like legs in pressed black pants settling in front of him. He backed off with a terrified squeak into the dust and dirt of the unswept tile, blocking his ears as the hangers grated along their steel runner, the giant seeming content with rearranging clothes. Another peek let Gabriel spy a bright red top above the pants, along with looming arms moving and sorting at a practised pace.

Who was he?

"Shit. Customers never learn how to hang up their clothes."The man muttered after catching sight of the pile that had saved Gabriel's life, the boots stepping towards it as the grating stopped, replaced with a hearty sigh. "Ah, can't stop yourself, Ajax."

The human fled further away as the legs bent and the rest of the giant's body came into view, a scowl on his thin features as the clothes were tucked into the crook of long and freckled arms. That's when it hit Gabriel, he must've been a worker at the clothes shop.