"The Hushed Whispers Of Desire"
Warning, this fiction will contain the following: Love Triangles, Slash ((BoyXBoy Pairings)), Cursing, Violence, Gore, Soft Hints of Sexual Themes, and Character Death.
((A/N: Guys, seriously, if you're going to be immature and send me PM's crying about how you hate the subjects in this fiction and how you hate certain things in it, don't say I didn't warn you in the beginning. Hit the back button at the top left of your screen if you aren't fond of slash or anything like that, because this fan fiction does and WILL contain it. Thanks again~!))
Yeah, another slash fan fiction written for you guys by yours truly~!
To be honest, this was originally going to be a revision of one of my older fan fictions 'Comfort'. A few more ideas spawned in my head, and this is the result of it all :)
I'm going to go ahead and say it: This is probably going to be the most gruesome fan fiction ever, and by gruesome.. I mean it both physically and emotionally.
Why, you ask?
Because, i'm going to take the challenge of making my most adored character in the SRMTHFG series a yandere, well.. sorta at least. The cutesy thing yandere's do doesn't suit Gibson at all.. So, I made him a special friend who gets activated whn Gibson feels any sort of envy. 'm not going to lie, this was a challenge to write, but I think I did it fairly well considering the fact that I didn't completely butcher Gibson's character in this thing.
One last thing before you guys go wandering in here thinking this thing is all canon, NONE of my stories are ever canon in every way. Gibson's got a thing for Sparx-77 in this, so.. don't say I didn't warn you.
Hope you guys like reading this~!
Honestly.. In all my days of sparring with Antauri.. this evening was, by comparison with the previous times, the absolute worst.
Gh.. I can't fathom how long it's been since I've felt such a paralyzing pain such as the one I am experiencing as of now. I now wish that my attention had not drifted from the pensive expression of my Argent foe..
Alas, it was as if I could not refrain myself from stealing a mere glance at the strikingly handsome face of a certain Vermillion pilot as he left the Super Robot with Nova; they both had been ordered by Mandarin to investigate the strange occurrences that have been transpiring in an unusual pattern within Shuggazoom City as of late.
I know not why it is almost impossible for me to cease my swift glances at him; perhaps.. perhaps it's merely a side effect of my unreasonable infatuation with the young pilot.
That actually sounds reasonable, my inability to refrain from stealing a glance at him as he passes me by merely being a side effect to my infatuation with him; or, dare I say, that it could belong to something else?
...Bah, i'll discover the answer to this personal issue later on. Needless to say, I stole a glance at Sparx-77, and I paid dearly for such a foolish action.. for Antauri was never the type to procrastinate when he senses his enemy letting their guard down.
As I near my residing chambers, I lean on the wall for a mere moment for support; that way, the pain in my body would slowly begin to fade for a while. I know well it will return once I begin to move once more, but now, I simply don't have the strength to withstand it anymore.
I glance at the clock that is implanted just above Ottp's resting quarters. My eyes widen once i'm able to register what time it actually is.
'11:56 p.m.'..
..Nova and Sparx should have returned by now; what is the reason for their absence, I wonder? Knowing those two, the probability of them goofing off during patrol hours seems very likely.
Those two have been spending so much time together since the incident with the Fire of Hate..
Hmph, I never did care for Sparx clinging to Nova as much as he does now, seeing them together makes me react so strangely as of late.
It could occur when something small between them happens, whether it's the small brush of their hands or a faint smile of affection, however.. I react all the same.
It ceases to waste time once I am able to perceive their small gestures of affection towards one another, it begins in the same mechanical phase.
First, I would become irritable towards my allies, then, my jealousy and a bitter hatred for Nova would resurface. After that, I would become unreasonably violent and cruel, though I tend to take my fury out on a few rogues inhabiting Shuggazoom at the time. Finally, I would simply separate myself from all forms of contact with any of them for a few weeks.
I absolutely loath what I had transformed into once the madness is over; nothing is ever the same for a few months after.
They all become tense around me, I can sense it.
...Okay, excluding Antauri, everyone within my perimeter is abnormally tense.
Antuari was, and always has been, the only ally I could confide in when I was within that horrendous phase of buried hatred and resentment. He'd never interrupt me or antagonize me, he'd only listen to me.
Looking back, it seems logical that he is the sole being that would bring me back to reality when I was in that silent and frigid world that I try so hard, perhaps in vain, to prevent myself from falling back into.
The second-in-command often responded calmly and rationally to my fury and bitter emotions; perhaps that is what soothes the frustration and fury and enables me to rebury it within the depths of my mind?
...
Otto has since begun to revert back to his charmingly free-spirited self around me, and I am thankful for that. To my surprise, Sparx is also beginning to revert to his charming and witty self in my presence as well.
Mandarin, I don't suppose he ever took notice of my sudden outbursts and unreasonable actions; he seems to be so withdrawn from us all as of late..
Nova, now Nova.. She's beginning to concern me a bit; she hasn't even bothered to socialize or even interact with me since my previous outbursts. She'll go to exceptional measures to make sure she isn't left with me.
..Perhaps I'm merely being paranoid..
After all, Nova was never really the type to hold a grudge against anyone, or at least, I don't suppose she is.
Perhaps-
"..Hal. You shouldn't be leaning against the wall, you'll only waste more of your energy that way." A thoughtful voice spoke from behind me.
Typically, I would find my tension rising dramatically at this point, for that was how I always had reacted when I didn't predict someone's presence from behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder "Antauri, how long have you been standing there..?"
The argent simian merely shrugged "Not too long, I suppose. I was going to check on how Nova and Sparx's patrol was proceeding, that was when I took notice of you and.. well, here I am. Would you mind if I assisted you, you seemed to be having trouble travelling to your room once again."
I stifled a sigh, I wish that he hadn't said that.
Memories of the occurrence from earlier this evening flashed through my mind; I saw Sparx tenderly holding Nova's hand, I saw that endearing smile she flashed at him with her bubblegum eyes teeming with warmth..
I shook the memories away once more, I knew I should not be dwelling on their feelings for one another. I know I shouldn't be protracting on the exasperating fact that Sparx holds feelings for Nova, and not me..but...
"Hal. Why do you dwell on your own desolation? Thinking of such things will surely lead you into another phase." Antauri said suddenly, a pensive expression upon his face.
"..I have no clue.. I do not know why I brood so frequently over the two of them being together; I know well that I have developed an unhealthy resentment for Nova and Sparx being with one another, but I haven't a clue on why I do it." I responded, striving to keep my voice from cracking with every word I spoke.
Antauri seemed to be able to perceive my ever growing distress, because it was then that he placed a consoling hand on my shoulder "I suppose it would be for the best if-"
It was then that we both heard the sound of the mechanical door in the main chamber of the Super Robot open with a faint whirr.
I recognized the hushed voices of both Sparx and Nova, and I stifled a scoff.
Antauri's turquoise orbs met with mine, and we both nodded simultaneously.. for it was obvious to even the most oblivious being inhabiting Shuggazoom that it would be for the best if we were to discuss the topic later.
"Will you be able to make it to your room?" Antauri asked.
I simply nodded in response.
"Very well. Good night, Hal." Antauri said with a quick wave before turning back and returning to his resting chamber.
I watched the silver simian as he entered his room, and sighed softly to myself.
..Antauri had a point, a very good point at that.
Dwelling on the topic would only prolong my grief, so why did I fixate all my thoughts upon it?
My infatuation with our vermillion pilot had surfaced not too long before the incident with the Ice Crystal of Vengeance; it certainly had not been as long as Sparx had been in love with Nova.. so why?
..It doesn't seem logical.
Perhaps my feelings for Sparx were stronger than I had first anticipated; after all, he is the first being I have actually developed such emotions towards.
When I consider that information, the thought is much more conceivable than previously.
I turned to continue towards my room; the pain resurfaced and shot through my entire being as I had taken my first step. I cringed, and bit back a crude word as I limped towards my resting chamber.
The mechanical door that guarded my room responded instinctively and opened once I stepped on the pressure pad I had installed within the flooring of the Super Robot ages ago.
I trudged into my room, smiling softly once I laid my eyes upon the made-up cerulean covers on my bed. I landed softly upon the far edge of my bed and slowly crumble against the soft texture.
I sighed softly and buried my face into the blankets, all I sought at the moment.. was comfort.. I daresay I would even accept some form of consolation from anyone, anything that would weaken my tension.
Anything would do, at that moment.
It became dim in my room once the mechanical door shut behind me, the sole being of light in my room belonging to the soft moonlight that shone through the window just above my bed.
I estimated the time was about 12:45 p.m. at that moment, judging only from the unfathomable amount of stars that were laced across the pitch black sky behind them all.
For a moment, I found a speck of serenity within the silence within my room; that was the sole being I found comfort in at the moment.
My arms ached intensively as I struggled to reach the top of my bed; upon reaching a satisfying place under my blankets, I collapsed and drifted into a gentle haze..
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