~* Kankri Vantas *~

I sat at my computer looking at the violet text I knew so well.

CA: for vwatever reason she had

CA: she straight up slapped me

CA: it really hurt too

I sigh. Damara hit him and yet he was still dating her. How very unwise of my friend.

CA: i think im gonna break up vwith her

TW: I think that w9uld 6e 6est.

TW: Y9u sh9uldn't let her push y9u ar9und like that anyway. She sh9uld really check her privilage.

CA: haha sure thing chief vwhen are you going to be movin

TW: T9day. My friend P9rrim is g9ing t9 help us m9ve int9 9our new h9use.

CA: porrim i know a chick named porrim

CA: heller mean

TW: Perhaps we will finally meet and y9u c9uld even kn9w my name

TW: I have t9 g9. I will talk t9 y9u again s99n.

CA: later doll

I moved away from my computer with a warm feeling in my chest. CA has always been my best friend. Even if I didn't exactly know his name.

I preferred it this way. I never acted as how I am online. I like the freedom of the internet. I say what I want, when I want and how I want. There was nobody there to tell me how to act.

"Kankri," My father calls, "Got all your stuff?"

"Yes," I call back as I rise from my desk completely. My bag was all that was left for me to grab. It contained my favorite book, a couple of journals and a box of colored pencils. Nothing special, but to me they were everything.

"Hurry the fuck up!" My brother, Karkat, yells impatiently.

"Check your privilege, bother! Curse words could be very triggering to some people!" I call down to him.

"Get your shit and let's go!" Is his one and only reply.

I sigh. Looking once more around my room I grab my bag and venture down stairs.

My father gives my a sympathetic look. He knows I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to get made fun of all over again. I didn't want to get chased home again. I didn't want to leave the memories of my mother behind me...

I missed her...

"I know how you feel about all of this, but I promise things won't be the same. You can't be judgmental about this place yet, Kankri," he smiled, carrying one last box to the moving truck.

Yes I can. You can't make me not judge it. So I will.

I sighed again and made my way down the rest of the stairs and out the door. The sun shining down at me, taunting me, to simply turn around and make my way back up stairs and lock myself in my room. How I wanted to simply turn around, but I knew I needed to be strong for my father. I was sure he needed it.

I take a few steps to the middle of the walk path and turn around, looking at the house.

It was two story. Kind of small really. It was a cream colored old looking place. The garden outside was mostly dead and the branches fell mercilessly into the flowerbed. I just knew that nature was going to destroy this house.

Of course, we were moving because Father wanted and could get a better house. He took the opportunity and Karkat had said that he was proud of him. Of course later telling me, 'This is a load of shit! What if that house is even worse than this one?'

Then I proceeded to ask him why would father waste his money on a house worse than this?

He told me to "fuck off."

"Come on!" Karkat yelled from the back seat of our car. I give on last look of longing at our house. Mom... I'm so sorry...

I tear my eyes way from the small home and make my way to the car where I will be taken to a new home in Washington.

~* Cronus Ampora *~

My best friend and I had a complicated relationship. I liked his advice and stuff but the little doll wouldn't tell me his name. Or even if he was a him. He liked it this way. I knew that, but sometimes I wished he didn't.

I wished he would tell me his name. I wish he would tell me where he lived. I wish he would tell me his favorite color. I wished he would tell me who exactly I was in love with.

He was moving to a new state recently so I wouldn't be able to talk to him for a while. And by recently I mean today. He was a little sore about movin' 'cause from what I understand, his mom lived and died there. He loved the place. I would too, honestly.

I hoped that one day we would get to meet, but I don't know if my best friend would even like the real me. You know what I'm sayin'? My life wasn't exactly "fun."

"Cronus! Latula's on the phone!" My father yells at me from downstairs and I sigh.

Making my way down stairs, I take my time. Latula's probably calling to yell at me about bullying Mituna.

When I get there my father points at the line before he mouths, "She's pissed."

I nodded as I take the phone, "Yo?"

"Yo? Really? Bully Mituna one more time Cronus and I will have your balls as my new ear rings! Do you understand me? One more time! You get one more chance!"

"Fine," I sigh, runnin' a hand through my hair, "I'll apologize tomorrow. Tell him I'm sorry too. I'm just... on edge."

"Oh," Her tone was suddenly soft, "Is it your internet friend again?"

"I just want to know so goddamn bad! I don't even know his favorite color! Or if he is a he at all! I'm just so... so..."

"Curious?" She offered.

"Yes!" I released the word in a burst of breath. Talking to her made me feel better. I need to say I was sorry to Mituna though. I also needed to talk to TW.

"Did you think maybe you said something to upset him?" She asked.

"I don't think I did," I said as I fixed my hair, "I talked with him about Damara and then-"

"Maybe he likes you?"

I felt my breath catch in my throat. This couldn't possibly... No. He would never.

"No Latula. I don't think he dose."

"He might. That would be rad! Oh, My god! What if this is where he's moving. Oh that would be so freaking rad!" She yelled excitedly.

"Is Mituna there?" I asked quickly.

"Yeah, here."

"Wait! I-"

"Hey Cronus."

"Mituna," I breathed. God, I wasn't good at apologies. I always messed them up.

"Are you going to apologize? Tula said that's what you were doing," He said in that same lispy tone he's always had. The one I used to make fun of him alot for.

"Mituna," I began, "I'm sorry... For everythin'. All of it. I never meant to make you feel like shit or break your skateboard. I didn't mean to put you down. I'm sorry for everything Mituna. I really am. I'm so sorry."

I hadn't realized it, but I had started cryin'. At some point, I also slid down the wall and was sittin' on the floor. The line was silent by my ear.

"I forgive you, Cronus," He said. I could hear the soft smile in his voice and a laugh from Latula.

"Thank you," I cried into my hand, the other holdin' the phone in the other.

"Cronus?"

I looked up to see my younger brother hidin' behind the wall. He was in his purple pajamas and holding onto a fake wand. His hair was messy with a thick violet line in the middle. His skin was pale and he seemed to be suddenly shy.

"Yeah, Eridan?"

"Wwhy are you cryin'?" He asked, stepping into the doorway more.

"I'm just havin' a tough day, kid," I said, tryin' to stop my tears from fallin'.

"Are you okay? I can make you your favvorite drink," He offered. He looked really determined to cheer me up. It was then I realized what I needed.

"Hey guys, I gotta go."

"Bye Cronus," They said and I hung up.

"Come here, Eridan," I said, holdin' out my arms as he took the few steps to me. I wrapped my arms around him and he, after a little hesitation, hugged me back.

"Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Almost," I whispered, "I have to go talk to someone. I'll see you tomorrow, chief."

"Okay," He said as we parted.

With that we both got up and went to our respected rooms. I sat down at my computer and decided to open pesterchum and send TW a few short messages.

CA: hey
CA: sorry if i came off as rude i vwasnt really thinking today
TW: It's fine Cr9nus. I d9n't really mind.

I let a sigh of relief escape me. He wasn't mad or anythin'.

CA: you sure
TW: Certainly.
TW: I was never really mad. Did y9u think I was mad at y9u?
CA: kinda
TW: I am s9rry y9u th9ught that. I am n9t mad. I pr9mise.

Thank god. We chatted a few more minutes before he said that he had to go. I let him go and decided I was gonna go to the park.

I didn't go very often and especially not so late at night. Last time I went late I got jumped. That's how I got the scar on my forehead. got cut up with a knife and then somehow got into 'Harry Potter' and magic.

Maybe it was because Eridan liked magic so much.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realized I walked past the park. In fact I walked about a block past it just in time to see some people moving into the house a little bit close to mine.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"Privilege."

Hm. That word sounded really familiar. Like TW?

"Fuck you!"

"Brother!"

"Kanny, come on. Let it go."

Porrim?

I walked a few more feet before I saw her for sure, "Ehy, Porrim."

She glanced up at me and squinted though the dark, "Cronus?"

"That's me," I said, moving forward to see a young boy with her. Dark messy kinda hair and looked really pissed off. His sweater was HUGE and bright red going clear to his neck. Oh. A turtleneck. He looks about as red as his sweater.

"What are you doing here?" Porrim asks me.

I shrug. I didn't know, "Just walking around."

"That could be triggering to some people. Not having a porpose for something I mean. People find it triggering thinking you have no propose. Plus-"

Porrim put a hand on his mouth and I frowned. I liked hearing him talk.

"Shush, Kanny."

He glared and attempted to move her hand.

"Kanny?" I asked, raisin' a brow.

"No!" He snapped and Porrim cackled, "My name is Kankri!"

"Oh," I laughed, holding out my hand, "I'm Cronus. Nice to meet you, Kankri."

He suddenly looked very calm and somewhat confused, "Nice to meet you."

He shook my hand shyly. Little Cutie.

Porrim clears her throat and Kankri make an O with his mouth, "Pardon me, Cronus. My brother and I were just moving into our new house. I would invite you and Porrim in but I have other things to do. I apologize. Also its very late. My father might possibly be triggered."

"I understand," I said, grinning. I loved the tone of his voice. So confident, yet passive.

"I'll see you both next Monday then. Good night, Porrim. Good night, Cronus," He gives us both a short wave and we all go our separate ways.

"Good night," I waved, turnin' to leave.

For the first time... I didn't need to go to the park to clear my head. For the first time in a long time... I felt... Normal...