Author's Note: Yes folks, Caca-chan the Almighty hath
brought forth unto you another mediocre fanfiction! This one, my fine feathered
friends, is about the mysterious Scott Summers. As you may know from my
Author's bio, I am currently infatuated with Scott's head. ::grabs Scott's head
and begins petting it::
Scott: For the love of all that is holy, help meee.
I considered my patriotic duty… thing (of DOOM) to write a
songfic for the head I love most. The song, by the way, is Crucify my Love by
X-Japan. As usual, I don't own
X-men:Evolution, X-Japan, and…uh…sporks! (And for this, you should be glad) As
much as I probably deserve it, don't flame me, my self-esteem is just too
low. If you don't like Scott/Lance, don't
read the fic, it's that easy.
::continues petting Scott's head lovingly/evilly(you
decide)::
Oh, and if you don't thing "swung" is a word, too bad. I
just used it in this story.
Now gather around, chidlins, and I shall you a tale…
Scott
looked into his mirror and put a hand to his face It was three o'clock in the
morning and he couldn't get to sleep, as always. To make matters worse, he had
semester exams in the morning. Great.
Lately he had been thinking about the man he loved who, predictably, was
his mortal enemy: Lance Alvers. 'Twas he who was the source of his insomnia.
Because Lance was
his enemy, Scott had to crucify his love because he knew it was so blind. Plus,
if he crucified his love, maybe it would set him free. Maybe. Scott never knew
that love could see a color until he found himself falling for Lance Alvers. Or
maybe he knew, but didn't trust his gut, which was always the case.
Scott stood up
and put on a shirt over his bare chest. He was still in his boxers, but that
didn't matter. As hard as everyone slept, Scott knew he wouldn't be
embarrassed. He opened his door and started walking to the doors that opened up
to the grounds. One didn't have to worry about alarms, a person could walk
about 10 meters out before any alarms went off if he stepped wisely.
All of a sudden, Scott could feel the
heartache swing in him. It swung so hard, he could feel it inside and out and
wondered if his body was lurching as if it were at sea. A bitter grin formed on
his face as he saw some strange humor in his last thoughts. A/N: it sounds
like he's killing himself o.O
The wind started
crying, and Scott was popped out of his thoughts and he did what he set out to
do: before the wind settled down, Scott Summers said his silent goodbyes to
Lance Alvers of the Brotherhood.
For months
Scott had tried to learn, tried to find a way to reach out for an eternity with
Lance. Whenever he found a possible
answer, he wondered if it was forever, or just for a lifetime. It was always
just a mere lifetime.
Lance was miles away,
and somehow, Scott knew thing would be easier that way. He knew he could live
with the pain (As he had done so many times before), and he had no reason to
cry.
It was getting
chilly and Scott was actually getting tired, so he headed back to the welcoming
doors of the institute. As he walked along, Scott knew that loneliness would
cloud his skies, but he would eventually be able to clear the clouds away.
There was still
one question that still ripped through his mind, though: Is it a crime to love?
Scott shrugged and opened the
doors to the institute he had just crucified his love for.
Authors Note: I know this isn't really angst, but I just
LOVE the word angst! Angstangstangstangstangstangst! ^_^
