War.

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It was commonly known that Steven disliked people.

He was the antisocial rock-freak of Mossdeep, and he tended to stay to himself as much as he possibly could. Though, it was obvious that he was lonely by the way that he talked to himself about his findings on a constant basis. He was lonely, and everyone around him knew this small fact except for him, and it seemed like a daily event for people to gap at him mincing words with the market lady.

And while he did have the occasional chance to go out drinking with this one guy from work, or go to a party with this one lady who knew him from this or that, he never accepted. He was always busy trying to find out every secret of the world that he was an antisocial hermit who people feared would die alone.

But, in all honesty, Steven would rather have died alone then die with someone there to grieve for him, because he though it would be plain pathetic to have someone crying over him while he went. But, everyone who heard him say this little theory knew that the rock-loving maniac was just trying to stay tough enough so that he wouldn't tear himself apart in the pity of his loneliness.

"Get yourself a girl." The friendly market-ladies now-grown daughter would say to him. She was a beautiful girl by this point, her thick brunette hair leading down to her mid back, her eyes of a chocolate midnight peeling up into soft eyelashes thick with shells of mascara, her lips, perched into a petite grin, were smeared with layers of lip-gloss and hints of red lip-stick. The girl was in her early-twenties, and was a generally pleasant lass. She had always welcomed Steven with a smile in her younger years, and even now she never stopped the tradition. He just stood there, however, and tried to ignore her sly grin and invisible thoughts that just shouted 'you're pathetic' to the silver-haired maniac.

"Leaf, I'm just here to get what I need." There was a hefty dose of tired in Steven's voice, and anyone who heard him knew that he hadn't cracked his lips large enough for anyone to hear him in a couple of days. It seemed like even in his late twenties he was already sounding old, frail, and he couldn't even bring himself to care. It was like some sort of terrible movie, and he was the star in the center, yet he couldn't help but feel tired of being the center of attention and wanted to just shrivel up in some tiny hole somewhere and simply die.

"Don't want me to lecture you?" Her voice sounded like an ice glacier sliding out of a waterfall, smooth yet hitched, like some sort of awkward lisp in a slick river of words. There was a moment of uneasy silence after that, a moment of quiet while the market lady dealt with another customer, and while Leaf and Steven's eyes stared into the marble counter, the sound around them turned to whiteness. It was as though there was nothing around them, and that the air was so still that nothing seemed to exist beyond the small space between the two of them.

"Next."

And then the silence was nil.

Leaf never said a word to Steven again after that.


Just to let you guys know, I do enjoy writing crack of Wes/Leaf. Loooool.

-Headphone Frenzy.