Violet.
Songifc by: WereWriter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song 'Violet' by Savage Garden and I own the Animorph series even less than that, if that's possible. I'm just a geek behind a computer with too much time on their hands. This disclaimer goes for all the oncoming parts.
Note: Okay, here's the deal: This is the first part of a story I hope to finish one day. Most (Perhaps even all) parts will start with the next part from the song. Easy enough? I thought so.
Warnings: Slash
If there's a way that you could
be everything you want to be,
Would you complain that it came too easy?
Just like the games with you and me;
A resolution hard to see,
But that's OK 'cause I don't
See things that are plain to see.
Ax didn't knew much about humans, but he DID knew they didn't came with green hair and purple eyes.
And the male ones didn't--couldn't--Ax decided to stop trying to guess and tried to divert his attention.
It didn't work.
He had morphed into a cat, a small tabby kitten. He followed the boy home, the teen eventually noting his prescence.
"What the--? Oh. A cat."
The boy's voice was gentle, soft.
Ax slowly neared the boy, flinching when he reached out.
What was that thing's intention?
"Shhh...I won't hurt you, kitty. C'mere.."
Ax sniffed the stranger's hand.
Soap. Chemicals.
Rough hands lifted his petite frame up, cradling him, petting him.
Rough, but warm and gentle.
Ax started purring.
"You like that, don't you, kitty? I know you do."
The boy opened the small house's door and stepped in. Ax saw that the insides of the house were messy and dirty.
The boy went to the fridge and sighed. The cold box was empty, and a couple of cupboards showed no better things.
The boy started to tremble, Ax jumped out of the protecting arms, onto the messy table as the boy slumped down to the ground.
"Forgot..." he said and the tone was accusing.
Tears came soon enough, streaming down the boy's cheeks like tiny rivers, although his eyes were focused on something behind Ax.
When the small kitten looked around, he saw a few bills, a bit of change and a photoframe with a picture in it, in color.
It held a man, smiling vaguely in a hospital bed, and a woman, who seemed unwell also, but was standing upright. A little boy was sitting happily inbetween them and he had purple eyes and bright, lime green hair.
The boy looked up.
"I can't coope anymore, kitty. I can't do anything right. Not save mom and dad, not take care of myself, not even go get groceries. All I can do is work at that stupid hair dresser's."
He threw his head to the other side in disgust and hatred, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
"Like you can understand a thing I'm saying." he spat.
The boy crawled into a corner, hugging himself and his knees.
"I'm pathethic."
Ax and Tobias found theirselves in human forms, on a whim. Ax decided to bring on the subject of the odd boy he had seen that day.
"Tobias?"
"Hmm?"
"What's a 'hair dresser'?"
"Someone who cuts or restyles your hair, so it's back into fashion or won't grow too long, why?"
"Do they use chemicals for that?"
"I guess..."
"Why?"
"I...Found an odd boy. His hair was green."
"You could dye it that way."
"And his eyes were purple."
"Colored lenses."
"He said he worked at such a person their...shop, I believe."
"Then it could be that his eyes are infected or something. Some of those chemicals aren't so healthy if used on a daily basis. You can get ill from them. Or get allergies or infections or stuff."
"He was sad, I think."
"How old was he?"
Ax shrugged.
"Sixteen?"
Tobias looked at the boy as if he had said the boy had two heads.
"No. That can't be right. Then he'd have to go to school. Are you sure it's not his dad who--"
"I think his parents are ill."
"What makes you think that?!"
Ax head spun with all the questions, so he just told the truth.
When he was finished with telling his story, Tobias looked at him very seriously.
"Ax...We need to find out what this kid's problem is. If he doesn't eat...Well, you know what happens when we don't eat, right?"
"Yes. You die."
Tobias shrugged.
"We'll figure out a solution tomorrow. Try to find something else to think of."
Songifc by: WereWriter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song 'Violet' by Savage Garden and I own the Animorph series even less than that, if that's possible. I'm just a geek behind a computer with too much time on their hands. This disclaimer goes for all the oncoming parts.
Note: Okay, here's the deal: This is the first part of a story I hope to finish one day. Most (Perhaps even all) parts will start with the next part from the song. Easy enough? I thought so.
Warnings: Slash
If there's a way that you could
be everything you want to be,
Would you complain that it came too easy?
Just like the games with you and me;
A resolution hard to see,
But that's OK 'cause I don't
See things that are plain to see.
Ax didn't knew much about humans, but he DID knew they didn't came with green hair and purple eyes.
And the male ones didn't--couldn't--Ax decided to stop trying to guess and tried to divert his attention.
It didn't work.
He had morphed into a cat, a small tabby kitten. He followed the boy home, the teen eventually noting his prescence.
"What the--? Oh. A cat."
The boy's voice was gentle, soft.
Ax slowly neared the boy, flinching when he reached out.
What was that thing's intention?
"Shhh...I won't hurt you, kitty. C'mere.."
Ax sniffed the stranger's hand.
Soap. Chemicals.
Rough hands lifted his petite frame up, cradling him, petting him.
Rough, but warm and gentle.
Ax started purring.
"You like that, don't you, kitty? I know you do."
The boy opened the small house's door and stepped in. Ax saw that the insides of the house were messy and dirty.
The boy went to the fridge and sighed. The cold box was empty, and a couple of cupboards showed no better things.
The boy started to tremble, Ax jumped out of the protecting arms, onto the messy table as the boy slumped down to the ground.
"Forgot..." he said and the tone was accusing.
Tears came soon enough, streaming down the boy's cheeks like tiny rivers, although his eyes were focused on something behind Ax.
When the small kitten looked around, he saw a few bills, a bit of change and a photoframe with a picture in it, in color.
It held a man, smiling vaguely in a hospital bed, and a woman, who seemed unwell also, but was standing upright. A little boy was sitting happily inbetween them and he had purple eyes and bright, lime green hair.
The boy looked up.
"I can't coope anymore, kitty. I can't do anything right. Not save mom and dad, not take care of myself, not even go get groceries. All I can do is work at that stupid hair dresser's."
He threw his head to the other side in disgust and hatred, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
"Like you can understand a thing I'm saying." he spat.
The boy crawled into a corner, hugging himself and his knees.
"I'm pathethic."
Ax and Tobias found theirselves in human forms, on a whim. Ax decided to bring on the subject of the odd boy he had seen that day.
"Tobias?"
"Hmm?"
"What's a 'hair dresser'?"
"Someone who cuts or restyles your hair, so it's back into fashion or won't grow too long, why?"
"Do they use chemicals for that?"
"I guess..."
"Why?"
"I...Found an odd boy. His hair was green."
"You could dye it that way."
"And his eyes were purple."
"Colored lenses."
"He said he worked at such a person their...shop, I believe."
"Then it could be that his eyes are infected or something. Some of those chemicals aren't so healthy if used on a daily basis. You can get ill from them. Or get allergies or infections or stuff."
"He was sad, I think."
"How old was he?"
Ax shrugged.
"Sixteen?"
Tobias looked at the boy as if he had said the boy had two heads.
"No. That can't be right. Then he'd have to go to school. Are you sure it's not his dad who--"
"I think his parents are ill."
"What makes you think that?!"
Ax head spun with all the questions, so he just told the truth.
When he was finished with telling his story, Tobias looked at him very seriously.
"Ax...We need to find out what this kid's problem is. If he doesn't eat...Well, you know what happens when we don't eat, right?"
"Yes. You die."
Tobias shrugged.
"We'll figure out a solution tomorrow. Try to find something else to think of."