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There was a certain truth when he said he didn't like him. The things the other boy did grated on his nerves to no end, and the way he shouted all of the time made him want to go get his ears sewn shut. But even if the redhead harboured all of this questionable hatred, there was a blooming affection that took root somewhere deep withtin the core of that intense 'hate'. The way his grin was crooked, the way he had to be conscientious of the amount of sugar he took everyday, and the way he never failed to keep his natural hair colour a mystery. A faint sigh escaped the redhead's lips as he sat at the table, chin resting on the platform his hand made as the other held the wooden stick in a loose grip.

And lately, he hadn't been able to get the boy out of his mind.

The clock in his living room struck, shaking the Brit from his thoughts. Rubbing his eyes loosely he collected himself and stood up. Perhaps he should get some rest. Maybe... sleep on his thoughts and let the subconscious run about for a while. Yes, that sounded like a fair idea. Too lazy to actually walk over to his bedroom, the redhead flicked his wrist and appeared there, automatically changed into his nightwear. Setting the thin 'twig' down on the dresser next to his bed, he slunked underneath the covers and lay there.

Only a week... I only have a week left.

It was already past two in the morning, but that didn't stop the dynamic duo from resisting sleep. Instead of going to bed, the lot decided to dual out the night. Frustrated grunts and speedy clicking filled the air as the lights from the television screen splashed out and lashed the walls with violent reds and blues.

"No way I'm paying for the next game Chum." He said, biting his tongue and furrowing his brows. An archaic smile crept onto the brunette's face as he remained relaxed and slumped against the couch, clicking away just as vigourusly but with an unknown class. The small fact that he wasn't a bit swayed by the taller boy's comment buggered the living hell out of the other, making him more rigid.

"Y'know Fanboy, you should relax a little. And besides, you have a job opening, right? So coughing up your own cash for the next game shouldn't be so harsh." He said in a smooth voice, the smirk still on his face. Fanboy gave a scowl.

"I'm not working for him."

Chum Chum gave a chortle. "It can't be that bad."

"Oh, it is." The taller one said, his left eye beginning to twitch slightly. Chum Chum gave a sort of a shrug and propped his leg up on the coffee table in front of them.

"Still, it's something..."

Fanboy jerked his hand with a violent click before saying:

"Yeah, but that something isn't necessarily a good thing. You know that."

"I'm sure you can change that." The other said before giving a wide grin and making the television scream.

"I win again Fanboy."

Exasperated, the said boy carelessly threw the controller elsewhere and slumped down on the couch, eyes shut from lack of blinking.

"Goddammit..." He grunted. The brunette gave a laugh at this an threw a light punch at Fanboy's shoulder.

"If it means anything, I'll pay half for the next game."

He shook his head no. "Nah, I think I can manage this one... it'll be worth it too. If the first verison of this game was that much fun, then the second one should be better."

A silence fell over the two. The only sound left in the air was the faint buzz of the telly and the 8-bit music of the 'Game-Over' theme. Fanboy still had his eyes shut and head resting on the back of the couch, looking tired and frustrated. Chum Chum scratched the back of his neck and shifted uncomfortably, but after another while he took a breath and said:

"So... I guess we only have a week left, huh?"

Fanboy's eyebrow twitched.

"... Yeah, I guess." He said, trying to sound dismissive as possible. However, the brunette could see right through it.

"You should tell him, it's been four years already."

"Shut up." The other murmured, not wanting to talk about it. Chum Chum shook his head no.

"Fanboy, you only have a week left before Kyle's gone, we don't even know if this is permanent or not. You have to tell him."

He merely waved his hand dismissively and kept his eyes closed.

"If I could, I would. But... if anyone else found out about it, then it would turn into such a mess."

Finally, Fanboy cracked open his eyes and looked at his friend, frustration and anger evident in those light blue eyes.

"And you know I don't want to get Kyle involved."

Chum Chum gave a heavy sigh.

"I guess your dad's still a jackass huh?"

"As always."

A laugh. "It's hard to think that you two are even related. I mean, he's got brown eyes, and you have blue. He's a criminal, and you're a... sort-of-superhero."

Fanboy managed a smile at the last comment. "Haha, I guess... but it's never good to be related to a Criminal."

Chum Chum kicked his feet together, not knowing what to look at when he said:

"Especially if he's the Riddler."

The taller one gave a grimace at the name, his nose scrunching up and lips pulling downward.

"Eagh, don't say his name, it's gross."

The brunette gave a shrug.

"Then maybe you should get a colour change."

Fanboy snorted at this. "No way, I love Purple and Green together. And besides, it's my duty to make them good colours again; They's been associated with too many bad guys, someone has to step up and change that."

"And that someone is you, Son to the Riddler and Alice."

The next morning was painful for Fanboy and his sidekick Chum Chum. They had slept on the couch, so the morning after they had kinks and kriches in odd places. Chum Chum struggled to move his neck since he hadn't slept with a pillow, and Faboy struggled to use his hands and arms since he slept on them. Regardless, they pulled themselves together and walked toward school.

"Did we ever finish that assignment Mrs. Bee gave us yesterday?" The brunette asked in a daze, more curious than caring. Fanboy gave a lazy shrug.

"Don't know, don't care. We're still sophomores, so we don't need to worry until next year."

Chum Chum laughed at this, waking up a little more. "That's true... but I don't want to think about college or anything. It seems like too much work for one thing."

"One thing that can change your whole life."

The shorter boy rolled his eyes.

"And suddenly you're dramatic."

"Hey, I gotta go to college. I don't want to be like my dad, remember?"

"I don't think it matters if you go to college or not though. If you really want, or don't want to become something, then you just have to keep that in mind when you do stuff."

Fanboy fell silent at this, staring at the sidewalk as they walked.

"I... guess," He started. "But... I think mom wants me to go to college."

Chum Chum gave a smile at this.

"Well then, give it a try."

It was a few more steps before the duo arrived at the front steps of their school. A usual, they were (at least) twenty minutes late, but they strode into the classroom regardless, plopping down in their seats at the back. Mrs. Bee rolled her eyes before resuming to her lecture, which shouldn't even happen in high school. Ironic as it was, Mrs. Bee was more of a Professor rather than any normal High School instructor. No one pointed this out though.

Light blue eyes scanned around the room, looking for the redhair that was never present. Kyle was in a different class, he knew that, but he still looked for him out of habit. He'd just been in the same class as the Brit since Elementary and Jr. High, so even after two years his eyes still wandered for him.

Even after four years he still longed for him.

Giving a tired sigh, he tipped his chair back and propped his feet on the bar of his desk. He'll just wait for lunch, then he could meet up with the Angsty redhead. Maybe this time he wouldn't slink away somewhere, like last time.

A/n: Okay, call me crazy, but I've been itching to write a Fan/Kyle fic for a while. And as embarrassed I am to say this, I kind like the programme, and I want to make an effort in this.

Also, Everytime I see Fanboy, I'm reminded of the Riddler from DC Comics, so why not relate the two? I'm not going to make this fic a crossover, but there will be a number of DC references (I just hate making crossover fics and listing in them in that category). For those of you who actually read this, here's the gist of what I plan to do:

- Kyle has to go back to the Wizarding world.

- Fanboy's being pulled into the criminal world (and resisting) by his father.

- I can't say what, but the Riddler is going to fuck shit up that makes the wizarding world and real world clash, so don't expect a happy ending.

I wanted to make Chum Chum an absentee kind of character in this fic, but I decided against it. Reason being so that there could be a reason for Kyle and Fanboy to bond, but it would've made things more complicated then it had to be. My original intent with Chum? Eh, nothing too big, just have him locked up in Yo's basement and filed as a 'missing person' for about a year or two.

Yeah, funny right?

Also, I'm sure you've noticed, but the setting is in high school, so languge is going to be different compared to the actual show.