Murder
Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fanfiction. Nor do I own Murder by New Order, which I got the title for this from.
"I know you thought about it but would you really have done it?" Aarch asked, handing Artegor a freshly poured glass of red wine.
Artegor took a sip in lieu of an answer. He pictured it (as he often had in the past); stabbing him in a fit of anger or having someone else poison him and then bring his cold husk back to him. Aarch's body underneath his, all broken, bloodied and bruised, those beautiful blue eyes blank and unseeing- unable to wander, unable to search out the next new shining thing.
And they'd be together forever, they'd be fixed; there never was anything in this world that could satisfy Aarch, he could be at peace-and then Artegor would be too.
It would be perfect.
They were reconciled now and everything was 'normal' between them but there was a part of him that thought he still might one day.
I haven't written fanfic in ages and it's terrible! So this is me, tentatively trying to get back into it- also the fandom is so dead right now, it's thoroughly depressing. I also feel obliged to point out that this fic started as one of the drabbles in my attempt to do shuffle fics like indecisive-ays' The Shuffle (I soon gave up on it, because all the songs were sad and difficult write stuff based on. I think this author's note is as long as the fic, haha. Review please?