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(A/N) Soooo, I know you guys are probably wondering where the chapters are for my other stories, right? Well, I put a poll up on my profile and if you want your say, go ahead and vote on it. I'll be checking back periodically. If no one votes, then I guess you guys are fine with the rare update every now and then, lol. But anyway, I recently watched Gamer and fell in love with Kable and Simon. So I went looking for some oneshots or whatever aaand I didn't find any! I was like DOOD, whats up with this? I guess I'll have to break out the old pen and paper and write something! So with out further waiting, here it is!!!
"Kable, can I ask you something?"
Simon's voice echoed through his head like a whisper, a ghost. "What kid? We're kind of busy," The black haired man growled, popping a few rounds off into a player before ducking beside a car for a few seconds of rest. A grenade went off next to the metal shelter, ringing in his ears and making him crouch before peeking above the hood of the car.
"Can I talk with you after this?" The sincere question caught the con off guard. Kable felt something deep down in his gut churn before making a mad dash and roll past the shelter.
"You're talking to me right now kid," Kable pulled a large, red tipped shell from a pouch on his jacket, loading it into the launcher of his gun, he fired, setting it off. The shell went whistling up into the air before bursting a part and quickly finding a target to explode into a hundred different pieces.
"You know what I mean, you smart ass," Simon took a moment to direct Kable from car to car, killing guys as he went. Dirt flying from the hills was a minor annoyance because of the flying bike riders, constantly being shot and lit on fire. He knew what the kid was talking about, and he didn't particularly like where it was going.
"I don't think its such a good idea, kid." Kable ducked behind the shell of a car, a grenade sent a fellow con into chunky, red bits just a few yards away, the noise, the confusion, it was all too real, and he hated it.
"Why not? Think of all the shit we've been through," Simon protested slightly.
"You mean what I've been through?" Kable growled low, hurling himself over the barrier, gun blazing a trail of death ahead of him.
"Minor detail," Simon replied. " but seriously, think about it. Player and Slayer meeting? The press would go wild," Simon's voice was starting to irritate Kable as he wound his way through the almost maze like debris and hills of stomped dirt.
"So it would all just be a publicity gag."
Simon stared at the screen, body bent just slightly as he continued to direct Kable, firing at 2 more guys before dashing further into the map, under some fallen concrete and into what looked like a parking garage. Unload magazine, reload, keep going.
"No."
Kable would have laughed his head off at the boy's so called "reply", but being shot at didn't really constitute the sort of time to be laughing. "You can't lie worth shit, kid."
Simon glared at the screen, wishing he could punch the Slayer, but the guy would probably turn him into paste before he got a second shot in.
"Kable," Simon started, he stopped when they exited the garage into a street filled with containers and things on fire. "wait, lets not find the save point just yet," he said.
The dark haired man would've asked why, if he wasn't so rudely directed over to a container. He felt like a coward, just hiding behind the thing, waiting for whatever might pop out. He hated the nanex. Although something did pop out, after a quick struggle with Castle's hired dog, Kable was trying to saunter away before the guards got to him.
"What do you want, kid? Just spit it out!"
"I want to see you Kable, I-" Simon paused with hesitance. "I want to get to know you."
Kable heard both Simon's words and his own heavy breathing in his ears. That was ridiculous, wasn't it? Some 17 year old kid wanted to get to know him? A silently framed, and convicted con, who had family on the outside. His grip on the gun tightened till his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth he finally replied with a restrained answer.
"Simon," the husky voice made Simon pause entirely, his attention completely on Kable, "drop it."
The dark, chocolate haired teen stared at the screen, it wasn't the answer he was looking for. Wiping a hand over his face, Kable in turn doing the same, he sighed. "Alright."
Kable watched the guards start for him. "Not that you don't seem like a nice kid, I just don't think it would be right," Kable said.
Simon didn't reply, only watched as the men in black forcefully took hold of his icon. "Kable, don't think we're done just cause the mission is over," Simon whispered.
The black haired man struggled against his captors, "Yeah, I know," he said softy.
With the last of his reply fading into silence, Simon watched the status of the last mission come onto his screen.
It was a painstakingly long week before he was in contact with Kable again. Though their session was less than pleasing when things got down to it. While he had told Kable where he lived, the convict was less than pleased to hear it in the beginning. Simon was quietly pleased with himself, till the man went cuckoo for coco puffs. He watched as Kable chugged the vodka and went running a muck in a drunken stupor. He watched, conflicted between being mad, amused and worried.
"Kill something!" he practically shouted, frustrated as the rest of the convicts were already moving ahead. He paced quietly, watching his points go up by 1 with a Swarm kill from Kable. He briefly thought the guy should feel lucky he had bought those things, or they wouldn't be getting anywhere right now.
Although, there was something to be said as he watched the man make his way so valiantly. Even with his attention all over the place, Kable was still able to look like a damn fine solider out in the field. It wasn't till later, when he saw Kable opening the gas cap of the truck, did he connect the bottle of alcohol and it together. He felt a flush of heat rush into his face when Kable felt like pulling his dick out and flashing it on the screen before taking a leak into the gas tank. Simon wanted to look away, but didn't, he felt like a peeping tom, but Kable didn't seem to care as he stumbled into the truck.
A car chase and the camera getting blown to pieces later, Simon stared at the fuzzy screen surrounding him. Raking both hands through his hair he paced quickly around the room, back and forth. He was freaking out, what was going to happen now!? Disconnecting from the Slayers network he switched to his regular, calm, deep blue screen. Music, videos, webpages and hundreds of e-mails popping up.
"Simon!" A girl's screeching voice made him cringe. He looked to the side to see a young, brown haired, brown eyed girl with way too much makeup on. Her screen name in large letters read; 2KatchaPredator.
"Dammit fangirl, I told you to stop-"
"What have you done! Where's my Kable!?" She demanded.
Simon closed his eyes, trying to block out her questions, he didn't have time for this. Quickly he clapped his hands loudly and the girl's face disappeared. He was going out of his mind, what did this mean for him?
A knock on his door echoed through his apartment and his heart rate increased. That couldn't be good.
The interrogation wasn't what he would have expected it to be. Pistachio and jelly sandwich, his favorite, some tea and he was good to go. Not saying he answered the questions the way the men would have liked, but he cooperated to the "best" of his ability. Needless to say, it wasn't a surprise to him when he came home to the news spinning a story of him cheating to help Kable escape. Or the hate mail he got the second he entered his Internet room. Even from 2KatchaPredator, Stikkimuffin and the Kumdumpstaz. It wasn't like he was friends with those girls anyway. Though the mail he got from sissypuss, his sister, telling him she didn't believe the press, made him feel not so alone.
Simon almost couldn't believe it the next time he saw Kable. He'd recognise that muscular frame anywhere. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on when Castle started to control Kable, and then it occurred to him. If Kable was still receiving on that open broadcast, then from his own terminal he could help. It wasn't hard to send signals from his room, he just hoped that the nanex would receive them, and just in time. Holding the knife between the men he turned as hard as he could. Pointing the black object toward Castle, slowly, surely and with a brute force backed by some of his own, Kable and he pushed the knife into Castle's gut. With a sickening twist he shoved the knife further before letting go and giving Kable as much free reign as he could.
Though, the second the nanex was switched off, his screen went black and the words, "Nanex Access Terminated", appeared, he couldn't help but feel a pang of lonely sadness. He wished, hoped for something to appear on the screen, but nothing did. Instead he rebooted and the neutral blue appeared. Everything so quite and foreign. He stood quietly on the padded floor, wondering, waiting, for anything, a sign, or clue. But nothing came. Holding his hand out he pointed at the flexing cube of music, flicking through it randomly before he prodded his finger and music came on. A low bass reverberated through his chest and a guitar soon followed. Simon floated out of the room and into the hallway, around the corner, past his fish and into the main rooms of his apartment. It was over, all over, it seemed.
The next few days he floated around the apartment, watching the news as it came in. Plagued by e-mails asking for interviews, each would pay handsomely, but he didn't really need the money. Living off his father's bank account was a dream. It was a week after the worldwide incident of Castle's broadcasted death, did Simon really feel life would return to its boring routine. He was in the middle of making himself a pistachio and jelly sandwich when a knock at his door brought him from his hunger driven adventure. Setting the condiments aside on the granite top of the kitchen counter, he wiped his hands off on his pants and walked toward the door.
Moving from cool wooden floors to short carpet he bounded over to the door and whisked it open. He would have spouted out a rude 'what do you want?', if it weren't for the man standing in the hallway on his doorstep. Messy black hair, worn grey green eyes and an awkward smile in, not quite stubble, and not quite a beard, hair. He was speechless, the man before him that had always been out of reach and yet always under his control, was here. Kable, standing before him like a battle hardened angel.
"K-KAble," he whispered, his voice surprised him.
A small, half smile crossed the man's lips, "Hello, Simon."
Simon was silent a few more heartbeats before suddenly snapping to attention, Oh, um, come in!"
Quickly moving from the doorway he gestured for Kable to enter the modestly furnished living room. A moment of awkwardness and the older man entered, he cleared his throat as the door shut. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but what did it matter? If the press pegged him as a potential molester, rapist, whatever, it was a simple meeting and that was all it as to him.
"Nice place you got here," he commented, looking around at the cool, olive colored furniture resting on imposibaly white carpet.
"Yeah, my dad pays for all my stuff, I'm kinda living the teenage dream, ya know?"
Simon watched, putting his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, as Kable looked around and then those grey eyes fell on him. He felt a wave of anxiousness come over him and he opened his mouth to speak, but Kable beat him to it.
"I was reluctant to come at first," he paused, crosing his muscular arms across his chest. "but after I told Angie about you," his eyes pegged Simon with a firm gaze, "she said I should come and say thank you."
The chocolate haired teen raised an eyebrow in interest, "Thank me?"
Kable nodded, "For keeping me alive, as you put it, you're one badass mother fucker," he chuckled as Simon gave a smug smile in return.
"So that's the only reason? You didn't want to see who your player was, just out of curiosity?"
Simon started to walk, slowly around Kable, Kable's keen eyes followed before he spoke, "Maybe a little, but now that I see you. I wasn't missing out on much, was I?" he chuckled as the teenager raised an eyebrow.
It had been a long time since he was able to relax, always at attention when in prison, always watching his back. But his habits still remained, looking over his shoulder, surveying a crowd closer then really needed.
"So, can I get you anything? Water, tea, milk?" Simon asked.
"I really should be go-"
"No wait, come on, you gotta tell me about how you got to Castle's house!" Simon interjected. He was truthfully interested, he had spent days worrying and wondering about his icon.
Kable was caught off guard, he wanted to hear about that? He sighed, the kid was strange, but he guessed he could spare some time to tell of his adventure. "I'll take some water then."
Simon smirked and walked back into the kitchen to get him a glass. Kable wandered further into the flat, looking around as he went. The living room was cozy enough, with a breakfast bar letting visitors see into the kitchen. Walking from the main room to the kitchen, he noticed the assortment of breads, chips and other things on the counter, and wondered just what was stuffed into the fridge.
After coaxing the convict, made solider, made hero, into Simon's Internet room and onto the pillows he had left lying all around the pastel orange floor. Jellyfish, swimming up into black abyss at their own lazy rate, surrounded them in a quite ambiance. Kable was more than amused to somehow find a comfortable position in the weird cushions, finally, with a pillow folded up behind him, legs crossed, water held on his knee, he was good. Simon was across from him, sitting in the middle of the brown and orange pillow, watching him as he started to eat a green and purple sandwich. He thought briefly on where to begin, so he started where he had last talked to Simon and continued from there.
Maybe an hour later, Simon taking in all the juicy, action packed details, he finished. His glass of water empty bedside him, the teenager's sandwhich long gone and devoured. Kable took a breath, letting it out slowly he shrugged, "Now here I am," he gestured around him, "talking with my Player."
Simon was impressed with all he had done, especially finding Angie in Society. Sitting back a little, Simon raked a hand through his hair, "Whoa."
Kable watched him, a calculated gaze, examining his body language, facial expression. The boy was definitely amazed by the noise he made, smiling and yet trying to get a sentence out. The black haired man rubbed a hand over his knee before hefting himself up. "Well, Simon, it was great, but I best be going."
The teenager was quick to stand up with him, taking the glass and following the hero out of the Internet room. They ghosted through the house in silence, Simon placing the glass on the counter before catching up to Kable who was already opening the door. Catching it with his hand he spoke before the man could leave down the hallway and out of the building.
"Thanks Kable, for coming."
The taller of the two shrugged, "No problem." He made to turn and leave, Simon spoke up suddenly, stopping the man.
"Kable," the dark haired man paused, "can I see you again? I mean, I still want to get to know you," Simon asked, he masked the hopefulness in his voice, with sincere interest.
A long, drawn out silence held between the two, their gazes locked, and Simon could see him thinking. "We'll see," came the curt reply and then he was gone, walking down the corridor to the elevator.
Simon wasn't sure what to think, knowing his icon, he was unpredictable and yet sure. Closing the door he locked it and disappeared back into his terminal room.