“Object of Desire” - shidge/lotidge stalker AU (WIP)
Katie was nearly 14 the year they went missing. It was the year she began her search for the truth, and the year Shiro hooked his claws into her for good.
“I’ve had more than enough of this girl snooping around where she doesn't belong!” the scarred commander grumbled.
Shiro nodded. An idle gesture. It was a surprise really. He thought he'd never see her again, this auburn-haired sprite, the youngest of the Holt family.
He'd believed any hope of even a conversation alone with her was a pipe dream when he first saw her encircled by loved ones.
But her father and brother were, by all accounts, dead. And surely her poor mother was being left in the dark.
Katie was alone.
He watched her from the window, kicking and screaming that they couldn’t keep her out as she was escorted off the Garrison's premises. But his eyes were quick to return to the kow towing president in front of him.
“My apologies for the interruption, Mr. Shirogane.”
Takashi dismissed his concern with a genial smile.
“Not at all. Please, continue.”
As the Galaxy Garrison's most prestigious and generous patron, a silly girl like Katie Holt was surely far beneath his concern...
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“I need your help.”
The office was tidy, suspiciously so. The only seat available an upturned stool stashed in the corner. But no one ever stayed long enough to need one.
“Really?” The long-haired man behind the desk drawled. “And pray tell,” he said, intertwining his hands as he leaned forward. “What does the great Shirogane need my help for?”
“I'm acquiring a new asset,” he answered without missing a beat. “And I'm going to need your services to keep it safe for me.”
A pause. A devilish smirk. “Well, well... I must say I'm surprised. And curious”
“Don't be. I'm paying you to do a job, not to ask questions.”
“Alright, calm down.” He held up a beckoning finger. “Hand them over.”
Shiro retrieved a ziploc containing a folded photograph, a set of keys, and a small stack of cash from inside his suit jacket.
The man slipped the money under the desk, then turned his attention to the photo. “My, my,” he said as he inspected the girl in the picture. He brushed a finger over her face. “What a beauty.”
“Lotor...” Shiro warned.
Lotor chuckled as he stood up. “I'll notify you when it's ready.” He opened the door for his guest. “Have a good day, Takashi.”
Shiro knew the consequences of what he was planning to do. More importantly, he knew she would be worth it.
