Jak II
Loud Silence
Crimson Vixen
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A/N: Hey there everybody! Here ya go, another Jak and Daxter II story. I don't really have much to say for starting the story, just for you to read and I hope you enjoy it. So grab a snack, snatch a drink, sit back and relax, it's your reading time!
WARNING This fic contains yaoi, meaning male/male, meaning if you don't like, you don't hafta read And if you read it anyhue, and are unsatisfied...well...Don't say I didn't warn ya!
Disclaimer: Ain't mine, no matter how much I wish they were. One with the fic !!
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Women fawn over him.
People adore him while others fear him.
He saved the world twice and was still going.
He was strong and brave... and handsome. Over the course of two long years of imprisonment, he changed, but he was still my best friend.
He was still Jak.
He was still the same person who protected me from everything cold and hurtful the world had to offer me. Still the same person who didn't care about my looks, before and after my incident with the pool of dark ooze, or my big mouth. He simply accepted me for who I was, and it feels nice to be liked for who you are. Of course, I think Jak is the only one who truly understands me, the way my mind works, what makes me tick, my fears, and just well... everything.
He just knew me.
Not too long ago, Jak went through his 'drastic change' and went from being a mute, to a cussing, rampaging, gun-wielding, talking tough-guy. But he was still the same to me. And even though he communicates on his own now, he still needed me.
Yeah, he still needed me to look into his eyes and read his expression and know what he was really thinking. What he was really feeling. Living with a mute for a majority of your life gives you the ability to do that. Sure Jak talked, but he still never said things he needed to say, such as his feelings and thoughts, which is why I was there to translate for him, and listen to the words he didn't say. And he was thankful for it. I could see it, he was thankful. Sometimes, silence is the best response, and at times, all he needed to do was look at me and I knew to just be there for him. And I always was.
Because although physically, mentally and emotionally, he looked and acted different, he was still the same innocent, caring, and sensitive guy I met at Sandover way back. The guy that's been my best friend since before I can even remember.
We needed each other.
Jak needs me, more than he lets on. We both know it.
Does that sound a little conceded of me?
There's probably only one thing that Jak does not know about me, and that's how much more I needed him than the other way around. Correction, how much I need him.
If you toss aside the two years it took for me to find him in Haven City, we've always been together. Through everything
Everything.
It took those two years alone to realize how much Jak meant to me. My heart ached every waking moment I was in the city, alone and scared outta my wits, wanting to be with Jak. Wanting to find him, to see that face of his smirk in that mischievous way he does when he hatched some plan that would eventually turn on us and get us into trouble. I missed his unofficial and silent promise to protect me and keep me safe. I needed it more than ever in that hellhole. It was always dark in Haven, it seems... where people drove recklessly, Krimson Guards littered every corner of the city, and it was filled to the top with people who just plain didn't care.
I'm getting off track. My point is, I missed being perched atop of Jak's broad shoulder, chatting away at his ear, making some smart-ass, wise- cracking comment to literally everything in every situation we came across, whether it be a fun-filled afternoon, or a life or death decision. He would always smile. I love it when he smiles. He smiles for me all the time. It's a wonderful feeling, being able to make him do that.
I missed his warmth, too.
Damn, I missed everything about the big guy.
I needed Jak. He completes me. Without him, I am nothing. I felt numb, cold and lost those two years, and I never meant to search for that long. There were times when I felt it was a fruitless search and Jak was long dead. But my heart refused to believe it, and I searched for what seemed like forever until I finally found him, and he was different.
Sure he had grown some facial hair and he had a little more build to him, (Not that I'm complaining!), but I could still see the same Jak that I had set out to search for. Imagine how surprised I was to hear him talk. No, shout. I was even more surprised to see him transform into some sorta.... I don't' even know what it was.
Dark Jak.
Those two years in prison, he was tortured and had Dark Eco pumped into his body. I know how much that junk stings to just be dipped into it for a few seconds, but to have it purposely flooded into your veins? Sheesh...I was just glad he was alive, and was almost oblivious to the fact he was about to rip me apart.
But my heart was pounding harder when he said my name and returned to his normal state of mind than I was when my life was in danger. I love how he says my name.
Jak means the world to me. I don't think I would know what to do with myself without him. When we were together again, and I took my place on his shoulder, where I could hear his breathing, everything felt right.
Forget the heartless city that there seemed to be no way out of. Forget the fact that we had no place to go and stay, and nothing to eat. Forget the fact that they would be looking for us.
I was with Jak.
There is still one thing that irks me, though. It's kinda ironic and funny in a sick and twisted kinda way.
I am in my ottsel state because of Jak, but I never held anything against him for it. I joked about being mad at him, but when I think about it, I really don't care. Jak promised me he would try to get me back to normal, but we both knew how long of a wait that could be. I'm in no hurry, anyway.
He promised.
And no matter how long it takes, Jak always keeps his promises.
And in return, it's my fault Jak is the way he is now. I don't know if he feels this way, but I sure do. If I had found him sooner, he wouldn't have this alter ego of his.
Somehow, my voice always brings him back. But it got harder and harder every time. See, from what we concluded, Dark Jak comes out when Jak's emotions get out of control. Ya know, like if he gets too upset, angry, all that stuff. There are times he does it around us, us being me, Keira and old green stuff, and it scares the crap outta them. Of course it scares me. How couldn't it? But I never gave up on him; I would always try to bring him back. How could I just leave him like that, anyway?
I can tell it hurts when he transforms. He's always dizzy and breathless when he returns, and he can never remember anything he did half the time. But I'm always there to talk to him and let him know everything was alright.
Because I want to be there for him.
I want him to know that he can always confide in me.
Because I love him.
Yeah...So I love Jak. Is it really that big of a surprise to you? I love Jak, not that I could ever tell him that, though. Who knows what would happen. He'd probably hate me, and would never want to see me again. And there would be this awkward tension between us. There was no way I was going to risk that, so I kept it to myself.
I'm pretty good at hiding stuff. At least I think I am. I'm loud and never shut up it seems, and I'm always making jokes, and being sarcastic. I flirt with the ladies all the time, and make little hints to Jak that they are all I think about.
It's all an act.
Again, the girls are always awed by Jak, and so I do anything...anything I can to drag their attention from him and onto me.
They don't interest me in the least, but I can't let him know that. No way! And so I pretend to love the ladies, and hide the fact that I'm in love with my best friend.
Not that I have a chance anyway! I don't know why I dream and fantasize about it when I don't have a chance at anything! I mean, back in Sandover, before the whole portal to Haven City thing, I may have had a slight chance with him. We were both in our elf-state, and me, him and Keira were the only kids in the whole stinkin' village that actually got acquainted with each other. By that I mean all the other kids stayed indoors, never came out, and thus, never got to know anyone else! And even though I wasn't the best lookin' guy around, what with my overbite, and lanky thin frame... I was still big in Jak's eyes.
ANYWAY! Throw out any chance now that we live in this horrible place, where Keira, plus a million other pretty girls are all over him, when they don't even know a damn thing about him. Not to mention me being a small, furry orange fur ball that everyone mistakes for a rat.
I told myself this too many times.
But I still love Jak with everything I am and more.
I would never let anything happen to him. And I know he would never let anything harm me.
Take Krew, for example. That big hunk of lard was always eying me and wanting to either skin me for another one of his sick trophies, or cook me and eat me for his next meal. He was very blunt about it, too, if I might add. It was a scary thought and I got this sick feeling in my gut when he looked at me and said those things. But I was always next to Jak when he did so, and I knew he would never attempt such a thing while he was around. And even if he had tried, Jak never would have let him lay a single grubby finger of his on one piece of fur of my back.
Jak's saved my life more times than I can even count. If it weren't for him, I would have been killed a long time ago. I'm surprised I live through those two years in the city...
Even as an elf, I'm not the strong person out there, and I'm all bark and no bite most the time. Even as an elf, I would have been either dead, or lying helpless on the ground, allowing people to do what they wanted to with me. But in my ottsel form? I didn't want to think of what could happen to me if Jak wasn't there... Being one had advantages such as being faster than I was before, being able to climb and jump with ease (ottsels are naturals at that stuff) and all that junk, but being small and looking like this didn't get you very much respect. I'd be an easy and probably a fun target for a number of different things out there.
Without Jak, I was weak and small.
I was vulnerable.
I need Jak.
Loud Silence
Crimson Vixen
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A/N: Hey there everybody! Here ya go, another Jak and Daxter II story. I don't really have much to say for starting the story, just for you to read and I hope you enjoy it. So grab a snack, snatch a drink, sit back and relax, it's your reading time!
WARNING This fic contains yaoi, meaning male/male, meaning if you don't like, you don't hafta read And if you read it anyhue, and are unsatisfied...well...Don't say I didn't warn ya!
Disclaimer: Ain't mine, no matter how much I wish they were. One with the fic !!
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Women fawn over him.
People adore him while others fear him.
He saved the world twice and was still going.
He was strong and brave... and handsome. Over the course of two long years of imprisonment, he changed, but he was still my best friend.
He was still Jak.
He was still the same person who protected me from everything cold and hurtful the world had to offer me. Still the same person who didn't care about my looks, before and after my incident with the pool of dark ooze, or my big mouth. He simply accepted me for who I was, and it feels nice to be liked for who you are. Of course, I think Jak is the only one who truly understands me, the way my mind works, what makes me tick, my fears, and just well... everything.
He just knew me.
Not too long ago, Jak went through his 'drastic change' and went from being a mute, to a cussing, rampaging, gun-wielding, talking tough-guy. But he was still the same to me. And even though he communicates on his own now, he still needed me.
Yeah, he still needed me to look into his eyes and read his expression and know what he was really thinking. What he was really feeling. Living with a mute for a majority of your life gives you the ability to do that. Sure Jak talked, but he still never said things he needed to say, such as his feelings and thoughts, which is why I was there to translate for him, and listen to the words he didn't say. And he was thankful for it. I could see it, he was thankful. Sometimes, silence is the best response, and at times, all he needed to do was look at me and I knew to just be there for him. And I always was.
Because although physically, mentally and emotionally, he looked and acted different, he was still the same innocent, caring, and sensitive guy I met at Sandover way back. The guy that's been my best friend since before I can even remember.
We needed each other.
Jak needs me, more than he lets on. We both know it.
Does that sound a little conceded of me?
There's probably only one thing that Jak does not know about me, and that's how much more I needed him than the other way around. Correction, how much I need him.
If you toss aside the two years it took for me to find him in Haven City, we've always been together. Through everything
Everything.
It took those two years alone to realize how much Jak meant to me. My heart ached every waking moment I was in the city, alone and scared outta my wits, wanting to be with Jak. Wanting to find him, to see that face of his smirk in that mischievous way he does when he hatched some plan that would eventually turn on us and get us into trouble. I missed his unofficial and silent promise to protect me and keep me safe. I needed it more than ever in that hellhole. It was always dark in Haven, it seems... where people drove recklessly, Krimson Guards littered every corner of the city, and it was filled to the top with people who just plain didn't care.
I'm getting off track. My point is, I missed being perched atop of Jak's broad shoulder, chatting away at his ear, making some smart-ass, wise- cracking comment to literally everything in every situation we came across, whether it be a fun-filled afternoon, or a life or death decision. He would always smile. I love it when he smiles. He smiles for me all the time. It's a wonderful feeling, being able to make him do that.
I missed his warmth, too.
Damn, I missed everything about the big guy.
I needed Jak. He completes me. Without him, I am nothing. I felt numb, cold and lost those two years, and I never meant to search for that long. There were times when I felt it was a fruitless search and Jak was long dead. But my heart refused to believe it, and I searched for what seemed like forever until I finally found him, and he was different.
Sure he had grown some facial hair and he had a little more build to him, (Not that I'm complaining!), but I could still see the same Jak that I had set out to search for. Imagine how surprised I was to hear him talk. No, shout. I was even more surprised to see him transform into some sorta.... I don't' even know what it was.
Dark Jak.
Those two years in prison, he was tortured and had Dark Eco pumped into his body. I know how much that junk stings to just be dipped into it for a few seconds, but to have it purposely flooded into your veins? Sheesh...I was just glad he was alive, and was almost oblivious to the fact he was about to rip me apart.
But my heart was pounding harder when he said my name and returned to his normal state of mind than I was when my life was in danger. I love how he says my name.
Jak means the world to me. I don't think I would know what to do with myself without him. When we were together again, and I took my place on his shoulder, where I could hear his breathing, everything felt right.
Forget the heartless city that there seemed to be no way out of. Forget the fact that we had no place to go and stay, and nothing to eat. Forget the fact that they would be looking for us.
I was with Jak.
There is still one thing that irks me, though. It's kinda ironic and funny in a sick and twisted kinda way.
I am in my ottsel state because of Jak, but I never held anything against him for it. I joked about being mad at him, but when I think about it, I really don't care. Jak promised me he would try to get me back to normal, but we both knew how long of a wait that could be. I'm in no hurry, anyway.
He promised.
And no matter how long it takes, Jak always keeps his promises.
And in return, it's my fault Jak is the way he is now. I don't know if he feels this way, but I sure do. If I had found him sooner, he wouldn't have this alter ego of his.
Somehow, my voice always brings him back. But it got harder and harder every time. See, from what we concluded, Dark Jak comes out when Jak's emotions get out of control. Ya know, like if he gets too upset, angry, all that stuff. There are times he does it around us, us being me, Keira and old green stuff, and it scares the crap outta them. Of course it scares me. How couldn't it? But I never gave up on him; I would always try to bring him back. How could I just leave him like that, anyway?
I can tell it hurts when he transforms. He's always dizzy and breathless when he returns, and he can never remember anything he did half the time. But I'm always there to talk to him and let him know everything was alright.
Because I want to be there for him.
I want him to know that he can always confide in me.
Because I love him.
Yeah...So I love Jak. Is it really that big of a surprise to you? I love Jak, not that I could ever tell him that, though. Who knows what would happen. He'd probably hate me, and would never want to see me again. And there would be this awkward tension between us. There was no way I was going to risk that, so I kept it to myself.
I'm pretty good at hiding stuff. At least I think I am. I'm loud and never shut up it seems, and I'm always making jokes, and being sarcastic. I flirt with the ladies all the time, and make little hints to Jak that they are all I think about.
It's all an act.
Again, the girls are always awed by Jak, and so I do anything...anything I can to drag their attention from him and onto me.
They don't interest me in the least, but I can't let him know that. No way! And so I pretend to love the ladies, and hide the fact that I'm in love with my best friend.
Not that I have a chance anyway! I don't know why I dream and fantasize about it when I don't have a chance at anything! I mean, back in Sandover, before the whole portal to Haven City thing, I may have had a slight chance with him. We were both in our elf-state, and me, him and Keira were the only kids in the whole stinkin' village that actually got acquainted with each other. By that I mean all the other kids stayed indoors, never came out, and thus, never got to know anyone else! And even though I wasn't the best lookin' guy around, what with my overbite, and lanky thin frame... I was still big in Jak's eyes.
ANYWAY! Throw out any chance now that we live in this horrible place, where Keira, plus a million other pretty girls are all over him, when they don't even know a damn thing about him. Not to mention me being a small, furry orange fur ball that everyone mistakes for a rat.
I told myself this too many times.
But I still love Jak with everything I am and more.
I would never let anything happen to him. And I know he would never let anything harm me.
Take Krew, for example. That big hunk of lard was always eying me and wanting to either skin me for another one of his sick trophies, or cook me and eat me for his next meal. He was very blunt about it, too, if I might add. It was a scary thought and I got this sick feeling in my gut when he looked at me and said those things. But I was always next to Jak when he did so, and I knew he would never attempt such a thing while he was around. And even if he had tried, Jak never would have let him lay a single grubby finger of his on one piece of fur of my back.
Jak's saved my life more times than I can even count. If it weren't for him, I would have been killed a long time ago. I'm surprised I live through those two years in the city...
Even as an elf, I'm not the strong person out there, and I'm all bark and no bite most the time. Even as an elf, I would have been either dead, or lying helpless on the ground, allowing people to do what they wanted to with me. But in my ottsel form? I didn't want to think of what could happen to me if Jak wasn't there... Being one had advantages such as being faster than I was before, being able to climb and jump with ease (ottsels are naturals at that stuff) and all that junk, but being small and looking like this didn't get you very much respect. I'd be an easy and probably a fun target for a number of different things out there.
Without Jak, I was weak and small.
I was vulnerable.
I need Jak.