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| *Mistytail | May 11 2009, 05:52 PM Post #1 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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I kinda wrote this on a whim after Howl told me about her upcoming fanfiction, Ace, which is about A's life. Therefore, A's pretty much her character in this. Please, enjoy. Crit and comments are welcome. =3 --- A process of deduction. That was all any situation required. Narrow it down to the facts, then eliminate the impossible one by one. And then if all else fails, return to the impossible and further analyze that. Normally, all things were as complicated as that. But not with B. B, to A, was a situation in which there were no positives or negatives. Detective work was hard enough for A, but for B, it was nigh impossible. B was a complete and total enigma, wrapped in a red and black aura – the colors of blood and death. A knew how violent B was. And for that reason, he attempted to keep as minimal contact with him as possible. Attempted, of course, being the key word. Unfortunately, since they lived in the same house, there were occasions in which A simply was forced to communicate with B. And then, like now, there were the times when B simply could not understand that he was not welcome in A’s room. “Hello, A,” B purred, leaning against the doorway. He had a cocky grin on his face, well aware that A didn’t have the backbone to challenge or oppose him. And even if A did suddenly get the gall to deny him, B knew that he had superior physical strength to him. B would win and A would lose. A groaned mentally and mumbled to himself, “I really should be working on that case. Four victims, four victims…I’m running out of time. Already having killed that much he’s probably going to make a move soon…” “I said, hello, A,” B growled, aware of the fact that A was ignoring him but too far away to hear what he was saying. It irritated him that A would mumble to himself. If A were half the man that B knew he was, he would at least have the courage to speak his mind loud enough so people could hear him. But A was not B. B was better than A. A rolled his chocolate-colored eyes and turned his swivel chair, a dark maroon color that he was slowly growing to hate, and faced B. “Hi.” A figured that if he kept his answers one syllable, B might get the hint that A would prefer it if the two had never met. B grinned in satisfaction. “May I come in?” he asked. “No,” A answered bluntly. “I will anyway.” B waltzed in (almost literally) and shut the door behind him for added effect. He noted the disdain on A’s face and reveled in it. “You really should turn on some lights in here, you’ll strain your eyes, little A.” “I’m not little,” A responded indignantly. “I’m just as old as you.” He hated how B acted superior to him, though A feared it might be true. “I’m taller,” B pointed out, twirling in place and clapping his hands once, a habit that he knew annoyed A. “So I win.” “Height isn’t a competition, B,” A said, trying to be the bigger person. “What did you want?” “Oh, not much,” B said. “I just wanted to talk to you about the -“ A knew what was coming and shook his head. B ignored him and continued, stepping closer and closer to A with every new thought. “The little plan I’ve been devising, you know? I thought that since L thinks that you’re simply ever-so-brilliant that we could work together to surpass L. Think about it, little A. We could be partners. Together we can be greater than what L is alone.” B, finally directly in front of A, leaned over him, placing his hands on the chair and allowing his messy raven bangs to playfully touch A’s sandy-colored hair. “What do you think of that?” A was silent, simply gazing him in the eye. B’s eyes were a pure crimson, and not the bloodshot kind. No, they were naturally red the way his eyes were brown. It gave A more reason to fear B. B gritted his teeth and squeezed on the back of the chair. “I asked a question. I want an answer. Now.” “…Please go away,” A said, avoiding the question. He clutched his pants between his fingers, trying to control his fear response. A wasn’t afraid of a lot of things (mostly because he hadn’t been exposed to much), but B shook him to his core. B narrowed his eyes. “That wasn’t an answer.” “Please leave,” A said again. “I need to finish my case.” A was surprised with himself. That may have just been the longest sentence he had ever spoken to B. “I’m not leaving until I get an answer,” B said. He began to pet A’s hair, smirking at the fact that A didn’t resist. He was probably too afraid to. “It’s just yes or no, little A. One word. Is that so hard to tell me?” B took his other hand and used that to ruffle A’s hair, too. A still didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and bit his tongue. He thought he might vomit. B shouldn’t be touching him. People shouldn’t touch A. A couldn’t handle it. He was only supposed to be a detective. He wasn’t supposed to be human. He was supposed to be L, and L was more than human. Therefore, A wasn’t human at all. Because A wasn’t L. He wasn’t. He wasn’t. “You know, your little silent treatment saddens me, A,” B said, lips curled up in a grin. “You really should talk more. If you’re so brilliant I’m sure you have many wonderful things to say. Hmm?” B encouraged, taking his left hand and using it to stroke A’s cheek. “Hmm, little A?” A’s eyes flipped open in surprise. He didn’t know what B was doing. Of course he didn’t. He had never had normal human contact. A was never treated as a human. He felt his blood begin to pound throughout his body and his face felt hot and flushed. In laymen’s terms, A was blushing like a schoolgirl. “Ah-ha…” B purred. “So little A has feelings after all! Why are you blushing, A? Do you like me? Is that it? Hmm?” “N-no,” A stammered, unsure of the situation. A hated B. Hated him. And yet A felt shy in B’s touch. No, no, not shy, never shy. Shy implied that there was a tolerance for that person, and A hated B. No, no, A was simply afraid of B. That was it. That’s all. Just fear. “Oh, I think you do,” B chirped, now massaging A’s other cheek. He giggled insanely. “A likes B, A likes B,” he sang, simply to antagonize the poor boy. “Don’t be shy, little A. B wouldn’t hurt sweet, little A.” “Sh-shut up,” A grunted, shifting his gaze to a patch of notes on his wall. “The killer approached from the south, the victim was facing east…east, east, east…” Nothing was making sense. He couldn’t focus. B was too much of a distraction, mentally and physically. “Now, now, don’t be so rude, little A,” B admonished, patting his cheek, pretending to smack him. “But I’ll forgive you.” B bent down and kissed A on the forehead. That was too much. Way too much. A pushed B with all his strength away from him, screaming. “No!” A leapt out of his chair but didn’t get far, because, while he had his back turned, B used his quick reflexes to snake his arms around A’s skinny little waist (that boy needed to eat more) and snatched him up so that A was face level with B. A didn’t realize how tall B was until that moment, because A’s toes couldn’t even touch the floor. “What’s the matter, A?” B purred, nuzzling A’s cheek. “Shy?” A’s face became even redder as he struggled vainly to pull away. “Let me go!” he demanded. “I-I’ll tell Roger!” he threatened. “No you won’t,” B replied, holding him tighter. His fingernails were digging through A’s shirt and into his stomach. “Besides, A, or, rather, I should say…” B brought his mouth closer to A’s ear, closer, closer, until he said it. His real name. B knew A’s name. Any attempts of struggle were completely halted. A felt his face flush with heat again. “H-how..?” “How do I know? I have my ways, little A,” B responded, his crimson eyes twinkling behind his black hair. “It’s a shame, really. They gave us letters instead of names. But I can change that for you. I can make you the boy you were. In fact, I can make you real.” A was confused. “Real?” B nodded. “Real. Complete. Alive. Human.” He cupped his mouth over A’s ear, allowing his hot breath to coat half of A’s face. “That’s what you want,” he whispered, making the brown-haired boy blush again, “isn’t it?” He slipped one of his hands up the front of A’s shirt and allowed his fingers to trace A’s stomach, A’s chest, A’s collarbones. “Wouldn’t you like to feel like more than just a letter?” A responded to B’s touch by making little noises that couldn’t be described, closing his eyes and turning his head away, trying to escape. “N-no, no, leave me alone…” “You’re getting weaker, A.” B bit down on A’s ear, making A squirm in indescribable pleasure. “I can feel it.” A began to pant and he kicked B in an attempt to get free. “St-stop, let me go! No! Th-this is wrong!” “Is it?” ...A good question. Was it so wrong as A was making it out to be? Could it be that everyone else had lied, and that B was telling the truth? Stranger things had happened. B’s hand continued to rub up and down and side-to-side underneath A’s shirt. “How wrong can it possibly be,” he purred, “to feel heated, passionate, full, complete? I could have sworn,” he continued, tracing his breath down A’s neck, controlling the pitch of A’s squeaks like he was playing a musical instrument, “that that was what most people sought after.” A bit down on B’s wrist in an attempt to break free, but was quickly swatted on the nose by the hand that had been massaging his skin so nicely. A didn’t want to admit it, but a part of him missed the feeling. “Now, now, little A,” B admonished gently, as if he were talking to a small child, “we save playing rough for later.” A wasn’t sure if he liked that extra purr that came with, “for later.” --- Crits? Comments? Nosebleeds? (jk, jk) Anything? |
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| +Hurigasm | May 11 2009, 05:58 PM Post #2 |
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that person who posts all those horrid photos on GuroChan.
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I HAS NOSEBLED. :'D |
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STALIN DOES YOUR MOM EVERY NIGHT. the more you know | |
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| *Mistytail | May 11 2009, 06:03 PM Post #3 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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thank you! ^^
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| !Pantherstrike | May 11 2009, 06:04 PM Post #4 |
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#1 ELMO FANGIRL
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Dude. Misty... That was... I also has nosebleed. |
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| *Lupin | May 11 2009, 06:05 PM Post #5 |
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Slytherin Pride
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My baby is growing up and becoming fabulously gay. :'D Good job handling his character Mist-Mist <3 |
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i feel it deep within it's just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster i hate what i've become the nightmare's just begun i must confess that i feel like a monster | |
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| +Hurigasm | May 11 2009, 06:05 PM Post #6 |
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that person who posts all those horrid photos on GuroChan.
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NOSEBLEEDS ALL AROUND. Oh God... I wish B would be my boyfriend... OH YES >DD |
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STALIN DOES YOUR MOM EVERY NIGHT. the more you know | |
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| +Ashley Benlove | May 11 2009, 06:06 PM Post #7 |
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It reminds me of the interaction between Kyle and Cartman on South Park. And that, my friend, is a good thing. Oh, and something about a nosebleed. Edited by Ashley Benlove, May 11 2009, 06:06 PM.
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| !Pantherstrike | May 11 2009, 06:07 PM Post #8 |
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#1 ELMO FANGIRL
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| *Mistytail | May 11 2009, 06:09 PM Post #9 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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=D Thanks, guys! I guess you liked it? XD;; I feel special ^^ |
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| +Ashley Benlove | May 11 2009, 06:10 PM Post #10 |
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Maybe. Yes. Even in my own brain... Kyle is A, Cartman is B, and MISTY, I LOVE YOU...... |
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