REJECTION

Danny slumped himself against the wall, trying to wipe the rain and sweat from his eyes. He was so tired, he just wanted to go home. He wanted to sleep and never wake up. He hurt everywhere, but mostly in his chest. There was a deep searing pain there, and he knew why.

Like always, It was all Vlad's fault.

"Daniel. You can't be finished already?" The older halfa smirked, and crossed his arms. "We've only just begun."

"Shut. Your. FACE!" Danny spat, and half twisted around, eyes seething with anger. "Damn! I'm done! I'm going home!" His voice broke, and he gave his head a good shake to rid it of the excess water, but it was pointless. The rain just poured harder. "Do whatever you want. I'm done."

"Daniel...?" Vlad floated closer. He'd never known the boy to give up, ever. This was a first for him, seeing the younger halfa so helpless. "Are you feeling well?"

"Doesn't concern you." Daniel mustered what little strength he had, and with all his might, he floated, feet off of the ground. He moved, ever so slowly away, inch by inch untill he fell again. "Ah, damn! I'll walk!" he muttered to himself, returning to his human form. "Goddamn rain. Goddamn ghosts. Worthless, all of 'em."

"Daniel, what's gotten into you?" Vlad's feet graced the floor, and put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Daniel...?"

"You wanna know what's gotten into me?" Danny gave a painful smile, and turned to Vlad, so that his eyes, red with tears, would not show. "I'll fucking tell you what's gotten into me... better yet, why not show you?"

"Daniel, what are you...?" But Vlad never got to finish his sentence, because Daniel had tugged his collar and had pulled him into an angry, awkward kiss. Danny could taste the inside of Vlad's mouth, sweet and warm. It felt good on his lips, cold and wet from the rain. Vlad felt his face go hot for a moment, when Daniel jerked back hesitantly, again. "Did you just...?"

"That is what's wrong with me! Okay? You fucking get it now?" Daniel could barely stand up by himself, and his voice broke over and over. "I'm a fucking faggot who's in love with an old geezer!" he drew back, and held himself, tightly. "Why you? Why does it have to be you? Why... do I have to love YOU?" His hands flew up to his mouth, fending off tears that threatened to cascade. He threw his back to the halfa, and clenched at his own chest. That pain, searing, had felt like he'd dumped a bucket of salt over it.

"I..." Vlad started, but didn't quite know how to finish. It was the first time anyone had ever confessed to him, let alone someone of the same gender. He didn't quite know what he felt like. "I'm sorry, Daniel... I don't..."

"Don't say it." Danny didn't turn to look Vlad in the eye, but something about his voice told Vlad that Danny was crying. " I know how it is... but if you say it, I don't know what I'll do." He turned slowly, took a step forward, and Vlad, startled, took a step back. Danny's eyes grew wide for a moment, and then he laughed. "You're right. I am disgusting. Sorry." his laugh melted away and tears held back were let loose. "... Just... sorry." And with that, Daniel, walked, oh so slowly away, leaving Vlad stunned and alone in the rain.

WEEEE!

I love making Danny Sad.

I know, I'm a sick fuck, and I ought to be working on other fanfictions but...

Gawd I can't help myself.

*Spins around on ecstasy, brought on by Danny's Tears.*

I think I may be catching Plasmi-itus. (The urge to make Danny miserable.)