An actual yaoi with a plot about Spike and Vicious
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Read and review please, and tell me some one actually gives a damn about this couple.
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Before the syndicate, like when Spike and Vicious where kids.
It was foggy that day, murky in the schoolyard that day for recess. The sky was a foggy white instead of blue. The woodchips that covered the ground where soggy and stick to your backside when you sat up. The playground equipment was rusty and could break down at any moment but the kids still played on it with ignorant smiles. At least, that's what he called them. The kid who sat in the far corner. The kid with grey hair, the kid who sat in the cold.
No one talked to him, if they did they would insult him, call him old because of his hair.
He never talked to anyone, he wasn't even sure if he had a name. He called them false smiles, because of this world they lived in, nothing else existed out of the small town that was always engulfed in a white sky, no one ever saw a blue sky, felt the warmth of the sun. Only the moon of night, and the wet rain.
he sat in that same spot, after lunch was recess, then back to class. Everyday, he just sat there, stairing at the playground, the girls singing loudly. The boys shouting wildly, and climbing about the worn out metal on the playground. How can they be happy in such a miserable setting? The boy sighed; their happiness was his pain.
He was used to things, one thing was pain, he felt it everyday, and he learned not to cry when the physical feeling, and the emotional factor struck him.
He called himself Vicious, at least what his parents called him, it was short for 'Vicious Mistake', and he was never wanted in this world. His parents told him that to his face when he was only four. Three years later, he was only 7, in second grade. The words still stung like the nats that always made their way in his room and stung him in his sleep.
He sat in the corner of the schoolyard because he blended in; actually, he sat in the corner of everything, the classroom and the lunchroom whenever he had the chance. And only one person ever noticed him, a boy named Spike, he knew his name when the teacher called him up. He remembered him by one attribute, his wild green hair. No one picked on him for it because it made him look his age, unlike his hair. He ran a hand through it, smooth and wet from the high humidity.
He sighed, and then heard footsteps near him, he wanted to pass them off as a kid running by him or someone trying to retrieve the ball, but as much as he wished it, as much as he wanted it. It wasn't, Vicious looked up, it was he.
They exchanged blank glances at each other, till Spike finally said something, "Everyone says you're mute."
Vicious blinked, he never talked, and maybe he was mute.
"Well, you heard wrong." He replied; wanting to prove one of them wrong, and Spike looked like one of them.
It took a few moments later before Spike responded, "I knew they were lying, it's just that you never talk." Spike said as he sat next to Vicious, Vicious was bothered by it, but didn't say anything. Instead he just said, "Your name is Spike, right?"
Spike gasped, "How did you know my name?"
"I know many things." Vicious replied.
"Are you a stalker or something?" Spike was young, he didn't know fantasy from reality, but at least he didn't ask 'Are you physic.' Because that is just flat out ridiculous.
"No, I just heard your name from one of the teachers."
"You're in one of my classes?" Spike asked, smiling, "Wow, I didn't even notice you, you're so quiet! Which class?"
Vicious frowned, looking away from Spike shyly, what was it about him? He made Vicious uneasy, and a new kind of uneasy, he actually felt shy, "English, Mrs. Kanin."
"In the class I always fall asleep in? No wonder!" (Spike is a kid, so I figured he would act more cheerful)
Vicious, chuckled slightly, smilling at Spike.
Spike laughed, poking Vicious on the forehead. Who simply just rubbed his head in response Although, Vicious took it as an insult, he growled as Spike continued to laugh, Vicious took it the wrong way, he could never tell friendly laughs with mocking laughs, so with a growl, Vicious stood up and pushed Spike into the dirt.
Spike grunted upon impact, and looked up at the angry boy.
"Hey, what the hell?" Spike yelled at Vicious, standing up from the dirt and facing him, looking directly into his eyes.
"Don't do something like that you asshole!" Vicious yelled back (Hey, watch Elfen Lied and you'll get it) "I don't liked to be poked then laughed at!"
"Can't you take a joke?"
"No, as a matter of fact I can't!" Vicious yelled, that's when Spike made him realize something about himself. He can't take a joke.
Spike pushed Vicious back, Vicious did the same, only pushing Spike back into the dirt and walking away, he didn't want to draw any attention, even though he already did.
Vicious walked behind his school complex, curled up in a ball, gripping his hair. He can't take a joke? Goddamnit, he screwed up, the only person who was nice to him, and he managed to screw up.
Vicious sighed, he just sat there, he didn't go back to class or anything, he just walked home, where his parents are waiting for him. Although Vicious would rather sleep in the streets that night.
