AN: And finally for some deathshipping.
I've been wanting to write a deathshipping fic for some time. Thankfully, I finally got the time to sit down and start writing this.
In a completely different style from the traditional jesuisaubergine, I want this story to be less plot driven and more character driven. Think more slice of life with these two characters in how their encounter changes each other.
A little terrifying to write, but I'm excited nonetheless.
Warning – there will be lemon(s).
Bon appetite!
Kek let out an irritated sigh, glancing up at the clock. Only a few people milled about the coffee shop, yet somehow his cashier was still taking forever to get him his cup of coffee. He hated being around people – he always had. He hated the mundane and forced cheerful atmosphere. He could tell from the drained expressions around him that these patrons too suffered from a long and dreary life.
Kek didn't particularly care how his fellow customers felt. He just wanted his damned coffee. He glared angrily at the figure bustling in the back. It shouldn't be his problem if this place was understaffed. This was why Kek avoided people in general – he forgot how quickly people pissed him off. Every day was a reminder that Kek still had to keep living, regardless of how infuriatingly pointless it all might seem.
Kek grabbed the cup of coffee, stiffing his cashier as he made to leave the shop. It was almost ten at night but Kek knew that he would be up until much later into the night. He would need the bitter nectar to stay awake. As Kek approached the doors, he heard a soft voice wishing him a good night. Kek ignored the waitress who handed him his hot beverage. People who were overly polite and nice just pissed him off.
Kek stepped outside, the cold February air biting at his face. He hated the cold, but then again, Kek hated most everything. Ever since he was little, there was an expectation to maintain the status quo. Even if he wasn't happy, he needed to smile. Even if he hated the person, he had to be polite and civil. Everything was seen through a rose-tinted glass, obscuring the truth that the light was just as gray and dismal as the world.
Well, Kek gave up keeping the status quo. He was done with the stained glass masquerade. If the world was supposed to be as good and kind as people make it out to be, then Kek shouldn't have had to deal with the fucking shit that was his life. Smiling didn't make his father any less insane. Being polite and civil didn't get him out of a dangerous home environment. Why bother putting up a front that everything was okay when clearly it wasn't?
Kek shook his head of these dismal thoughts. None of that mattered. Worldviews and ethics didn't get you far in life. Kek saw the world for what it was – cruel and dark. The only way to deal with it was to return the treatment in kind. Kek took a long sip of his coffee, enjoying the bitter ambrosia. He liked his coffee strong – cream and sugar only diluted the rich flavor of cocoa beans.
Kek glanced up as he saw a group of guys hanging out near the edge of the park. Kek nodded his head in inclination, greeting the gang. Ever since his family kicked him out, Kek found the easiest way to make money was using his god given strength to his advantage. Perhaps it was cruel and Kek could be a bully, but he found it as a means to provide control in his life. After a lifetime of feeling out of control, Kek enjoyed the feeling of power he could hold over others in the darkness of the night.
"Bout time you showed up." Kek felt his lavender eye twitch in irritation as he walked towards the other men loitering around. Kek said nothing though, taking another drink of his coffee instead. He didn't really feel any camaraderie to the other thugs he now spent most nights hanging out with. Often time, they would just wander the streets, mugging idiots who wanders onto "their turf" and picking fights to blow off steam. It was of no consequence to Kek who came back the next night.
"Where're we off to?" Kek muttered, feeling anxious to move away from the street lights.
"Don't know. Dartz isn't here yet. I imagine we'll hit up Keith's bar tonight." A man with short brown hair spoke, an odd Australian accent slip through. Kek just snorted as he looked around. If they were going to the bar tonight, then Kek would likely have a killer hangover the next morning. He supposed there were worse ways to spend his nights.
Kek was distracted when he heard the albino next to him start to snicker. He snapped his head, his short temper quickly flaring up. "What the fuck are you laughing at, Akefia?"
Akefia just smirked, shrugging his shoulder. His white hair stood in stark contrast to his dark tan skin. His scar across his right cheek was like a jagged bolt that tarnished his otherwise attractive appearance. It gave him the illusion of something more demonic than human. "Oh nothing, really. Just the idea of you picking up girls at coffee shops being the reason you're late is nothing short of amusing."
Kek scowled, confused by the statement. He raised his cup to finish his drink when he caught the ink mark on the side of the cup. His scowl grew as he realized the source of Akefia's loud, maniacal laughter. Fucking waitress gave me her number? "The fuck is this?" Kek managed to growl out, ignoring the bemused snickers around the group.
"Looks like you got that chick's number while you were grabbing coffee. Lucky bastard." Alistar muttered, looking more annoyed by that development.
Kek failed to see the fortune in such occasion. He glared angrily at the number scrawled on the side of his cup. "Well fuck that bitch. I'm not going to call her."
Akefia smirked as he raised his clasped hands to rest them behind his head. "Passing up the opportunity to get laid, Kek? Tsk, tsk. I wouldn't be so hasty to say no. A good fuck might be what you need to loosen you up."
"Piss off, you shithead."
"Did she have a good ass? Might be worth a date if so," Valon asked, almost thoughtfully. Kek glared at the guys around him, feeling even more annoyed and embarrassed as this conversation continued on.
"How the fuck should I know? I wasn't paying attention." Kek crossed his arms, still holding that damn cup. The only reason he hadn't thrown the cup away was because he still wasn't done with his drink. All teasing aside, Kek needed some caffeine to stay awake.
"You didn't notice a hot chick hitting on you? You're more hopeless than I thought." Akefia just sniggered at Kek as he started to walk away. The group slowly followed, laughing. Akefia typically took the back seat on their excursions out, but when he got fed up with waiting, it was best to just keep moving.
Kek muttered some vague threats to the lot if they kept up their jabbering. They laughed but dropped the topic as they made their way down to the Patriot's Tavern. Kek followed behind, glaring at the back of Akefia's head. That albino could be a real jackass and took immense pride in that. But he wasn't the issue – it was that damn cashier at the coffee shop who gave him his damn coffee. This is so fucking annoying.
Kek looked down at the crumpled cup in his hand, shoving the cup into his pocket. Well, whoever this "Ryou" chick is, I'll make sure she doesn't make the same mistake again.
