Words and Silence
Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fanfiction. Set after Season 3.
He enters the room, more quietly than usual, there's a tad more shame in his stride than usual. He usually regrets things afterwards not before.
"So, you finally made your mind up, I should have known you'd take the easy way out. Are you here to tell me that?"
He shoves him against the wall, with so little passion, so little force; this is routine. He kisses him, shutting him up for just a minute. But there's still more to say.
"You wanted to leave the Snow Kids, you just needed an excuse, she's an excuse, she's always been an excuse."
He gives a punch this time, a punch that just skims the edge of his arm as he moves to avoid it.
"Your pregnant girlfriend is 10 minutes away doing a press conference; you really do have no self control."
He turns away but doesn't leave; he's waiting for his next words.
"Are you staying or are you going? Or can't you decide? If only you could apply your legendary insights on the pitch to your personal life."
He starts to turn back towards him but he stops short, looking at the wall rather than the door now. His right foot twitches; it almost has a will of its own. The left foot stays rooted firmly on the ground.
"That's you all over, Schrödinger's robo-cat, if only it was as simple as opening a box."
He turns and glares, before walking over to the bed, laying himself down onto it and removing his shirt in one fluid motion. He cocked his head to the side, as if to say 'there, see?'
"Predictable…You're so predictable."
"So are you." Aarch speaks for the first time since he arrived there.
Artegor sighs and joins him on the bed because Aarch knows him just as well as he knows Aarch.
They're trapped and nothing they said or did would change that.
That's it for this fic! Just a random thing that sprung into my head after finishing watching Season 3. Review please!