Traitor
By Cybra
To Princevlad: Enjoy this offering that I give to thee, oh mighty author of "Up and Down and Back Again!"
Disclaimer: If I owned Codename: Kids Next Door, I probably would have some pretty strange stuff as canon. Therefore, I don't own it.
I hate you.
I'm serious. I really and truly hate you. How could you do this, 274!
Oh, I'm sorry. It's "Chad" now, isn't it? You traitor.
You were the best. We even became friends, but then you decided to throw it away. And for what? Maybe another year in the Kids Next Door?
I can't believe I actually liked you. You're positively despicable. If you were standing here in front of me right now, I'd give you a good punch in the stomach before kicking you in the face.
And I can't believe I cried over you.
What a funny twist, isn't it, Chad? You escape from Moon Base to go who-knows-where, and I go home and cry like a wimp over you.
And do you want to know why I cried? I loved you, you jerk. Head-over-heels, hurts-so-good, wanna-confess-but-too-scared-to-ruin-our-friendship, spell-it-in-capital-letters kind of love. And it's all your fault.
Oh, I didn't clue you in because I didn't want you to run like hell. Things might've gotten awkward between us, so awkward that you might try avoiding me. And I didn't want that. I liked it when we spent time together and I wasn't going to give that up for the world. You see, I can be rather possessive.
But it doesn't matter now, does it? You're already gone because you thought that being an operative was more important than anything else. Now I get to pick up the pieces of a heart as traitorous as you.
The disgusting part is that for every rage you send me into, a little part of me dies. And some nights I still cry over you.
I hate you, Chad, but it seems I can't stop loving you.