One In Twelve Thousand.
Prologue.
"I fucking hate you!" A short boy with a black mess of a hair on his head and an upturned nose stomped into the room. His eyebrows pulled tight together, teeth showing, he was almost growling.
"Sollux!?" He exclaimed when there was no response from the boy on the bed playing on his DS.
"God damn it, don't ignore me, you moron!" The guy walked to Sollux before pushing him harshly in the shoulder. "Don't you fucking ignore me after this! What was that even? Huh? Tell me, fuck-ass." Weak punches, although best he could do, rained on the boy on the bed who honestly could care less about it.
"I thaid, I'm thorry, Karkat." Sollux replied after a long silence, not even looking up at him. To be exact he did not react at all until he beat the level in the game. He rolled away from the punches grunting, then continued playing, lying on his back.
"That's it, I'm done!" Karkat exclaimed giving up and demonstratively throwing his hands in the air. He rushed to the dresser pulling out two top shelves and pouring clothes onto the floor. "I'm so fucking done!" The slim boy on the bed stretched his already long body, burring one hand in his dark choppy hair and lazily stared as the other boy rushed around the room. Karkat was grabbing things and throwing them into a red suitcase, mumbling curses.
"You are overreacting." Sollux announced sitting up on the bed, returning to the DS he held on his lap. The vein on his neck was nervously twitching, as he tried to suppress his emotions. For once Karkat was actually mad and not just going around being an asshole he is. Karkat threw his laptop and a book into the suitcase before zipping it up and rolling it to the door. He then stomped to Sollux with the expression of utter misery, hurt and anger.
"Drive me to the train station. I'm going home." He said roughly and with an obviously faked confidence. Sollux didn't reply staring at the screen of his DS as it blinked 'You Lost!'. "Fucking drive me, dick-face." Karkat was impatient, his voice only slightly shaking, but enough to show distress.
"Can't we talk?" Sollux shoved his DS away into the pillows, looking up at Karkat, his voice suddenly little and begging. Karkat growled showing his perfectly white teeth, his eyes sparkling in anger.
"I don't think we have shit to talk about, Captor, drive me or I'm walking there." He yelled at him, spitting and waving his hands around in pointless gestures.
"You can hit me more. It'th fine." Sollux mumbled, looking down, struggling not to give in to emotions. "Jutht don't leave." He heard Karkat shift uncomfortably, his arms coming down helplessly to rest on his sides. Sollux' eyes were hazy despite his best attempts to suppress tears. After a moment Karkat sighed loudly and shuffled away to the door.
"Just drive me, Captor." Karkat's voice sounded tired. Sollux heard him put shoes on and grab his suitcase, its little wheels loud against the wooden floor. He got up from the bed lifelessly, grabbing his wallet and keys from a nightstand, and following Karkat.
They were silent in the elevator, standing side by side, staring at the door. Sollux could hear him breathe; he could see his distorted reflection in the cold doors of elevator, and he could do nothing, he could only accept Karkat's decision.
As he opened the truck and loaded the suitcase and they were sited in his small red and rusty Toyota, he thought of how much he lost in just one moment. It cost him one mistake of following his wants to ruin a perfect world they lived in for the past two weeks. He couldn't swallow, his throat tight with bitter anger and regret.
The radio played a piano solo, one of the oddly sad melodies. Normally Sollux would turn it right off and laugh about how cheesy it was. But now it felt as the music was in his head and not carefully swirling through out the car for both to hear.
Karkat stared at him yelling and spitting in anger, his expressions varying from pain to rage, nose wrinkling, eyebrows drawn together, unruly hair slipping into his eyes. But Sollux couldn't hear a word; music was all that he heard, as if it was louder then Karkat's accusations. He didn't have to hear to know the other was revoking their friendship, calling him a faggot and promising to never forget what he made him go through.
He stopped at the intersection, watching for the cars coming from his left. Except for the rare puddles of yellow light and the headlights of passing cars, the world was consumed in darkness. The wild August rain was loud against pavement and car roof, powerful and untamed.
Sollux glanced at Karkat, half of his face slightly lit by the red and yellow from outside. There was a sudden change in his face, Karkat was staring past Sollux, his already big brown eyes widening in a confused fear as his lips shaped Sollux's name, his hand rising to point. Sollux only managed to turn his head half way when his eyes widened too at two bright white lights coming at them. The time seemed to slow as the piano played on the radio and an eight-wheeled truck, unnaturally bent, slid down the wet pavement towards them.
Sollux's hand reached towards Karkat, but it was too late, caught helpless in the mid air, as metal crumbled on impact, sending the car rolling down the road, as a weightless toy.
He was knocked out when the car came to rest right side up. Sollux coughed, bending over in reflex, returning to life. There was sharp pain in the right side of his head. He brought his hand up blindingly, his shaking fingers running over an odd sharp surface, a shard of glass in place of his right eye. He struggled to open his left eye, gasping hardly for air, feeling his other hand limp by his side, chest aching with broken ribs. Sollux saw shattered glass cover everything like sugar, a whole pile on his own lap. He turned his good eye towards the other passenger.
Distant sirens cut through the noise of rain; help was coming. Karkat sat so straight in his seat, eyes locked on Sollux, lips slightly apart, small blood trail from his mouth, down his chin and neck, and into his sweater, where on the left a disfigured metal pierced through his chest. Help was late.
That was the cost of a stolen kiss.