Fake, Fake Psychotropic
Chapter 1 – Days Spin By
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I don't own any of it; I'm just in it for the Romerica ;)
Warning: Crazy!Alfred, male x male pairings, harsh language, and AU.
Uh-oh, here I am back to annoy everybody with my crazy fics! XD
This one's based on the Vocaloid song Fake, Fake Psychotropic by GUMI. It's not a songfic, but you'll see some of the lyrics used in thoughts and dialog here and there. The setting is and AU World Academy and all of the Nations are humans. And because I'm tossing it somewhere in the U.S. I'm using "soccer" instead of "football" and "football" instead of "American football." Sorry if that offends any hardcore fans of the game!
Now I could have very easily reversed the roles and had this be about Lovino, but kind of figured that would be an easy-out. Not to mention all the crap I put him through in Ten-Faced (ironically, another GUMI song about being mentally unstable…), so it's Alfred's turn to be the "crazy" one! But enough of my ramblings, on with the fic!
oOo
If there was only one more of me, everything would be so much easier…
Those were the words Alfred F. Jones thought to himself on his way to school one morning. It wasn't easy being him. He was the Captain of the football team for starters. He practiced 3 – 4 afternoons a week after school whether it was football season or not. Alfred worked in a small restaurant several nights a week and was one of its top-requested waiters. The American didn't hold back in anything he did from eating twice his weight in food to his gigantic crush on a certain foul-mouthed, impossibly cool, green-eyed Italian (Shhh! Nobody tell him!). Alfred was also well on his way to a prestigious university. Most students didn't start taking college-level classes until they were in their last year or two of high school, but Alfred wanted to start early. Engineering classes came easy enough to the blonde (it was his boring high school level English classes that gave him a hard time). Oh, and he was popular. He had a reputation to uphold.
But more than any of that, he was exhausted.
It was hard work being him. As the days spun by, his mind whirled around, trying to keep up. By the end of the week, it felt like he got absolutely nothing done and he was beginning to lose his patience. He wasn't about to give up on any of the things he loved (especially football and the tsundere of his dreams), but he was running out of options.
Even though he had a support network to rival a crack-addict in group rehab, he still wasn't getting enough done. He had an awesome family and an even more awesome group of friends. Even people he barely knew seemed to like him. Alfred hated the part of him distracted by words of praise and admiration, but sometimes that was the only thing that got him through a rough week. The exception being Lovino Vargas. The first time the brunette had told him that he "was alright for an idiot" had him floating on cloud nine for an entire month. Clearly, theirs was a love that transcended time.
Too bad Alfred was too afraid to confess to him.
Alfred continued on his way to school, absently kicking a rock, when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Flicking the charm off the screen, he pulled it out and read the text message from his brother.
Hurry up or you'll be late!
Alfred scoffed and texted him back a message befitting of his status as the older brother.
Don't wanna :P
Laughing to himself, the blonde began messing around on his phone, anticipating an equally obnoxious reply soon. He was halfway through checking his email when he got a strange text from an unknown number.
Welcome, welcome!
"Who's this?" Alfred both spoke aloud and texted back. In an instant, he had his reply.
I am the wish-granter, you are the client.
You have the wrong number.
You have a wish you want granted. Let's make a contract!
"…"
Alfred chose to ignore it, thinking it was spam. Maybe his bro had given his number to one of his weird friends. The messages started coming faster.
Tell me your wish.
Fame, money, love?
This was starting to annoy Alfred.
Your parents want you to go to Gakuen University, but we both know your grades aren't good enough.
Go hack someone else's account. This is a shitty joke.
Your football team is good, but it could be better. How would you like to win Nationals?
The American was still convinced it was a hacker until the next message stopped him in his tracks.
Or maybe you want that cute brunette all to yourself?
Alfred felt his eyes widen. Nobody knew about that, not even his own brother.
I could make that happen.
Who are you?
Tell me your wish.
Alfred decided to humor the weirdo, but even as a joke, he couldn't bring himself to ask feelings to be forced onto Lovino. Instead, he decided to ask for something that would help his entire situation.
I wish there was one more of me, so everything would be much easier.
Shall I erase this impossible dilemma of yours?
"Sure, knock yourself out, creeper," the blonde laughed at this. What could some hacker do? His fingers flew over three keys and hit send.
Yes
The menu screen of Alfred's phone suddenly faded out and was replaced by static and many colors appeared in blocks, almost like his old TV did when it got no signal. The image of something smiling unnaturally blinked twice, causing the screen to go black. When it finally turned back on, Alfred saw the image of someone who could be his double smile at him. He nearly dropped his phone in surprise.
Alfred thought he was seeing things, until a screeching noise in the distance brought him back to reality. He looked up from his phone and heard the sound of a collision and screaming a few blocks away towards a busy intersection.
"Was there a car crash?" he asked no one in particular as people started rushing past him to the site of the accident.
In the middle of the crowd, stood a teenage boy about 5'10 with messy blond hair, a strong build, and a big grin. Alfred's shock registered in the boy's sky blue eyes, half hidden behind a set of rectangular-rimmed glasses.
He was a perfect imitation of himself.
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Hope you liked the first chapter! I know that the lack of abbreviations and the like is probably out of character for Alfred's texting, but kept it the way I did to make it easier to read. Normally, I make his texting more believable, but since there was so much of it in this chapter I went with what was easiest to read. Sorry. Text-talk irritates the shit out of me when used too much.
This chapter was more of a prologue, so the next chapter (and ones following that) will be longer and have actual dialog in them :P
For those of you wondering, a "psychotropic" is something that effects how the mind works. That's all I'll say on it for now ; )
-Rajikka
Translations:
Tsundere – A tsundere is a type of character seen in anime or manga known for appearing cold or hostile, but having a hidden sweet side. "Tsun Tsun" is the aloof or irritable side, while "Dere Dere" is the lovey dovey side. (Jp.)
