AN: The following does not belong to me: Homestuck, Sollux, Eridan, the book mentioned or the music mentioned. I recommend listening to and reading all of them, just saying. I only own the plot and I hope you enjoyed reading this. It may suck :/ T for now. Human!Stuck. Maybe ErixSol later. 16 years old Eridan and Sollux.


I stumble into a dark alley, my muster hood pulled over my black hair. It was pouring outside, and I've been kicked out of my house for the fifth time in a week. My step-father hated me for some reason and punched me. I socked him back and broken his nose. The lightning flashing and I watch it, suddenly getting knocked to the ground by someone. I yelp as I hit the ground, my earphones blarring the begining to Dream on, the Emimem version. Feeling the weight of the other person lighten I open my eyes. A boy about my age, sixteen, with goofy glasses, a scarf, and a purple stripe in his black hair. I shove him off, picking my iPod up.

"The fuck ith your problem dude!?" I shout, glaring at the stranger. He picks himself up off the ground and looks down, shivering. The jackass didn't even have a jacket.

"U...Uh," he looks around, listening for something. It seemed he heard it when he ran to the back of the alleyway. "H-hide." he whispers as loud as he could. I look at him with a questioningly face. I hear a herd of footsteps coming this way and I turn around to the front of the dark place. A few boys appear as ligtning strike. A low growl escapes my throat.

"What the hell do you want?" he shout at them, stepping forward. One smirks and flips open a spring loaded knife. I swallow, still glaring at him. "Go ahead, like you're the only one that'th tried to kill me with a knife before." I taunt, watching him closely. He chargers me and I dodge the almost blow, tripping him. I quickly jump on him, not really relying on my weight, only being about 110 pounds. I take hold of his hand and wrestle the knife away from him. I jump up and hold it out, pointing it at the other kids. "Now get the fuck out of here before I thlit you're throath." I warn, getting a surprise when the guy jumps on my back, pulling me to the ground. He takes his knife, cuts a gash in my arm and runs away. I could sense the fear he had. The boy that had crashed into me comes out of hidding.

"Are you going to get the fuck out of here?" I ask, a harsh glare directed toward him from my red and blue eyes. It's not like he was any better then me. He had purple eyes.

"I uh just w-wanted to say thanks for uh..." he trails off, looking at me.

"For saving your life. They were going to kill me if I didn't thare them off firtht." I growl out, scooping up my glasses. They were the colour of my eyes.

"O-oh but still, they w-would'v-ve screw-wed me up if you w-weren't here." he stutters out. I sigh and wince, feeling the sting of the cut. "My name is Eridan... Eridan Ampora. If w-we ev-ver meet again." he looks around, extending a hand to me. I wince and I look at him with an: Are-you-serious look.

"I don't think I'll have to worry about that," I raise my eyebrows. "But I'm Thollux, Thollux Captor. If you ever annoy me, thalk me, tell ANYONE about me, or make fun of my lithp I will find you and rip your tongue out, then feed it to fith. Got it?" I threaten, watching him intensity. He nods quickly and sneezes. I ignore it and start to leave. "Oh hey, Why don't you have a coat?" I ask, the question eating at my mind for a while now.

"I uh... I'm... My family... Poor." he finally gets out. I nod once and start walking away. The new song on my iPod was Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons.


"I'm telling you, the guy, Eridan, mutht have planned it." we argue and she eventually wins
"Okay Tarrah, you win." I say, letting her go back to bed. I could hear my Step-monster yelling at my mom about how bad of a child I was. How I got blood on the carpet, how I stayed out at all hours of the night. I pull a pillow over my head until I hear the front door slam shut.
Jumping up out of bed I grab my backpack, even though it was a Sunday and I walk to the back door. I just hoped I didn't see that boy again. He seemed like trouble waiting to happen. I pop my earphones in and start walking to the near by patch of woods. The music was blaring louder then I could ever, feeling the need to get away. From everything. After finding a good spot to sit down, leaning against a tree, I swing my bookbag around and grab a book I was reading. Nevermore by James Patterson,which already made me almost cry once. I scan over the pages, turning my iPod down and it got to more sad, depressing part. I make a small noise in the back of my throats, biting my tongue and tears swell up in eyes. I sniffle and close the book. Shaking my head, I put it away, rubbing my eyes.

"W-weird seein you here," a voice says, making me jump slightly. Sometimes I wish I had wings like Max or Fang so I could just fly away. I recognized the voice. It was that kid. I turn towards him with a straight face.

"Are you following me?" I ask, taking out one of my earbuds to listen better.

"Uh... No I just like the w-woods," I can see him swallow.

"Oh, I'm thure." I mumble, starting to walk away.

"W-wait...!" he stutters, grabbing my arm. I jump a bit again.

"What the hell do you want athhole?" I ask, ripping my arm out of his grip. He glances at the little puffed up area where my bandage was. He frowns and looks away.

"Nothin..." he whispers, taking a step back. I raise an eyebrow. The mustard jacket I had on still wasn't cleaned from the night before. He cowers some but I just brush him off. I mumble a goodbye, walking deeper into the woods. I pause and listen to the sound of his footsteps, popping the other earphone back in. I couldn't tell if he was leaving or following me. I again brush it off, feeling the wind pick up. I scan through my iPod and select a sad song. You'll never leave Harlan alive by Brad Paisley. I see a tree low to the ground and hop up on the first branch, climbing up a bit. I unzip bag and grab a sketching pad, drawing a bird with black wings with red spots. I look down and see a flash of purple. He followed me.

"Yeth?" I ask, continuing to look down. I roll my eyes and sigh in annoyance. "I can hear you tho don't even try hiding," I growl, shifting on the branch I was currently sitting on. He peeks his head out from a tree. "What the hell ith it now. Don't you have a home?" I ask. He's been following me like a lost puppy. I think to myself with a bit of a harsh thought afterwards. I take both of my earphones out, still being able to hear the new song, Here come's goodbye by Rascal Flatts.He steps out and looks down.

"U-uh... Sol..." he starts and I make a face at the nickname. "Sorry to bother you but... uh...could I see the mark?" he asks, pointing to the bulge in my jacket. I sigh and finally nod. He smiles slightly and climbs into the tree with me. Taking off my jacket, I feels the breeze and shiver slightly. "Sorry...That w-was all my fault," he mumbles, running four cold fingers over my bandage and the small scab that stuck out of the wrap. I get goose bumps from the chill of his fingers and the wind combined.

"I taunted him," I whisper, backing up a bit from the cold. Of course it wasn't all his fault but... I didn't want him... Eridan to know that. "Look, I don't know why you're following me but it'th really weirding me out," I finally say after he strokes my white blood-stoppers. His cheeks turn a bit red but I pretend not to take notice.

"W-well I... I feel like I need to repay you in some w-way," he blushes a bit more and I shrug my jacket back on. I shake my head.

"You don't need to. I told you, if I didn't kick hith ath he would have got me. I would've been more thcrewed up thith," I admit, hugging my knees up to my chest. "You can leave now..." I add softly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. My notepad falls and flips open to a picture of a bee. I blush slightly and reach down to grab the papers, only to touch his hand. I withdraw and let him hand me my drawings. I shove the pack into my bag and look at him, the blush gradually disappearing. We sit there for a few more minutes in silence before I stir up the conversation... or rather end it. "I gotta go now... Pleathe don't follow me." I frown, climbing down from the tree, swinging down and jumping to the ground.

"Bye Sol..." Eridan mumbles, still sitting in the tree. I tell myself not to say anything, nothing. It would only guarantee another meeting. Reluctantly I nod, looking back.

"Bye ED." I glance back as swiftly as I can only to see him smiling a bit.


AN: Please review so I know if you liked it or not. Also tell me if you want anything to happen, I'm open for idea. More chapters on the way. Oh, sorry for the crappy switching of dense, if I did. And if I confused you at all ;A;. Thanks for reading.