Fists
As soon as he got upstairs to watch TV, La'Gaan punched a wall. He locked his feelings away inside after that, just sitting on the couch with the television, glaring intensely at the iridescent screen. In all honesty, though, he had no idea what was on. It was a channel, a bright cheerful show and whatever it was he hated it despite not knowing it was there. He just hated everything right now. His hate simmered inside him. Why? Why him? He had hoped so much that she would have fallen back in love him, but she had kept him as her rebound guy. La'Gaan had really been fooled into thinking that she had started to love him back. The one person who made him feel wanted, didn't even really want him at all.
"I hate monkeys."
La'Gaan turned around furiously. He knew only one person who would repeat that day after day after day. Conner Kent aka Superboy. He glared at the raven haired half breed, fire flickering dangerously in his eyes, "Get. Out."
"No," Conner replied, crossing his arms.
"Did you come to gloat?" La'Gaan almost hissed, turning around, "Because it's on deaf ears, chum. She is all your's."
"I don't want M'gann back," Conner said sternly. "I'm trying to move on."
"I heard. Date with Wendy Horris or whatever," La'Gaan replied, just wanting the clone to leave.
"Harris," Conner said curtly and La'Gaan heard his feet take two steps forward. "And she's an old friend. I could date her, but...she reminds me too much of the old days."
"Well, that's great, chum," said La'Gaan, adding extra malice onto the usually friendly term. "Two girls ready to just fall to your knees."
"I am not going back to M'gann," he heard Conner inform him. "Not after what she did. I forgive her and maybe I'm still bitter, but I can't go back."
"What did M'gann ever do to you?" La'Gaan huffed.
"You're not going to like it," Conner said.
"Try me."
"Turn off Dora the Explorer then." Well, that explains his greeting. La'Gaan picked up the remote and shut off the TV, still glaring at Conner.
"Well?"
"For a few years, M'gann was lobotomizing villains to get information. I found out, told her not and she tried to wipe my memory of it." Obviously, La'Gaan reeled back at this. There was no way! He had nicknamed her Angelfish for a reason.
"You lie!" La'Gaan huffed.
"Whatever, I knew you wouldn't believe me anyway," Conner replied. The clone sat himself down on the couch next to La'Gaan and turned on the TV, quickly turning off Dora and onto another show.
"Get off," La'Gaan warned Conner.
"And you'll do what?" asked Conner, being more talkative than he ever liked to be. "You turn into a pufferfish and I am the Boy of Steel. Who wins?" In defiance, La'Gaan raised his fist. He aimed for Conner's jaw with plans to dislocate it, but it was caught mid-punch. Conner glared and pushed La'Gaan's arm behind his back painfully. Conner glared at the Atlatean dead in the eyes, the two so close that Conner's breath heated La'Gaan face. Conner grumbled out, "What did I say?"
La'Gaan's eyes glared a bright crimson dangerously as he stared at Conner face. Superboy's own eyes were a virtual ocean taken over with a storm. The lighting dance across his irises just as fire was blazing La'Gaan's. There was so much intensity between them, it took up the whole room. Now one could get in there even if they tried.
"Could you get any closer?" La'Gaan said after a bit. His face felt hot under Conner's exiting breathes. Grunting, the clone moved La'Gaan's arm forward again and released. A bruise was already starting to form. Not wanting to be there any longer, La'Gaan left the room. He rushed to the one shower room that Nightwing had installed in the makeshift base.
The Atlantean turned on the coldest water he could and stood under the water. Why did his face feel so hot? He was out of Conner's face so why was it still lingering? He rubbed the cold water over his face as soothingly as possible. He was still angry, but he had to calm down. And now, he was confused too. Stupid Conner. Stupid M'gaan. Stupid Everyone. Stupid him. La'Gaan punched the tiled wall of the shower.