There aren't enough KurCro fics out there. I recently started a roleplay and it turned convoluted and full of feels super quick and I just HAD to do a fic out of it so here we are.
Prompt: drama school rivals being cast as romantic opposites because they have "crazy sexual tension" according to their director AU- Tumblr came up with a great RP idea that I just HAD to do a Humanstuck KurCro prompt. Desperately. Okay, so this is kinda like Grease meets West Side Story in which the director of the drama school is a huge fanatic for greasers and gangs and gets together with a friend/famous playwright to make it happen and casts two main roles with gay undertones so subliminal that whoever is cast doesn't realize it until there is no way to back out. Both the director (Disciple) and the playwright (Dirk) are shippers. Only in AUs are these things possible without it being incredibly weird.
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Being at Skaia School of Drama was an experience. And that was putting it lightly. The Head Director was a small but fiery little cat lover who required EVERY student to try out for a play/musical in order to graduate. That meant to act, not just be on tech crew, which was Kurloz's specialty. It wasn't that Kurloz didn't like theater, he did. He could act, he could even sing, but it was well known around the school that Miss Leijon's plays involved shipping. Everyone knew that she cast people for roles because she thought they had "tension" that could only be released through acting.
Kurloz was in his final year and he still hadn't been in one. He'd put it off and put it off until the Dean had approached him with the news that if he didn't sign up for a play soon he was looking at not graduating. And Kurloz would be hard pressed to find another school with such slim requirements.
Rather than spend his summer searching for another school instead of a job, Kurloz blindly signed his name on the first clipboard he saw hanging on the play-board. He found out a few days later that it was some sort of 50's based rival gangs thing that sounded suspiciously like Romeo and Juliet but with guys as the major roles. Kurloz decided that he didn't care as long as it got his grad requirements out of the way.
During try outs he found that a certain greaser wannabe had figured this was the play he was /destined/ to be in and was trying for the main role. Unlike Kurloz who didn't care where he was placed, this guy acted like if he wasn't placed in the main role he would consider it an insult to his character and throw a huge tantrum. The idea actually made Kurloz laugh. Out loud. Conveniently right after Cronus had finished his monologue.
He hardly noticed that Cronus was glaring at him until the Head Director turned around to shush him, a wicked glint in her eye. Kurloz immediately stopped laughing, but continued to smile the biggest shit eating grin for the rest of the day.
A few days after that, the roles were cast. There was too big a crowd around the play-board for Kurloz to push through, and he assumed he had a minor part anyway. It wasn't until one of the few friends he had, Rufioh, called his name and said that Kurloz had the role of one of the gang leaders. Surprised that he managed to snag such an important role, he asked who the other gang leader was.
"You're gonna love this, it looks like Ampora got the role he thought he deserved," Rufioh answered.
Oh fuck no, not that guy. Kurloz groaned and slapped a hand over his face. Rufioh was by his side in an instant, "Oh speak of the devil, here he comes now."
Cronus came strutting down the hallway, pushing past everyone else to check for his name. And sure enough, he got the part. But what he hadn't noticed quite yet was the opposing gang leader on the other side of the sheet until Rufioh - who he knew to be the waste of space's best friend - had called out his name while they were chatting it up.
Cronus' eyes go wide as he skimmmed the list for the other main roles, already sweating before he read right over the name as the head gang leader of his opposing gang.
Kurloz Makara.
"Oh fuckin' hell. This is bullshit." the boy mumbled, turning sharply from the papers to literally shove his way through the crowd. The guy was clearly pissed and about to throw a fit to the director herself as he stormed past Kurloz, leaning in just enough to rather forcefully run into the guy. "Watch where you're fuckin' going!"
Kurloz stumbled backwards, just barely managing not to fall on his ass. "You watch where you're going, Ampora. I'm just standing here minding my own motherfucking business! It ain't my fault you forgot to wear your contacts today!" He smirked when he heard Rufioh lowly 'oooh' next to him.
"And it ain't my fault you forgot the thread to keep your mouth shut again. But it makes sense Ms Disciple would take pity on one comin' from such a poor family." he spat back with a smirk as he began walking past Kurloz again with his chin held high. "Such peasantry like you shouldn't even be at a school as pristine as this one. We shouldnt' have to lower our standards to take mutts like you in." he added with a shit eating grin before finally walking off straight to her office on the third floor, ignoring all the 'oooh' and 'oh shit' coming from those in the crowd. It was no secret that the heir to the Ampora franchise put himself above everything and anything else and on top of that considered anyone who was from a middle to lower class family absolute trash beneath his feet. But sadly, Cronus was not the worst in his family. His younger brother Eridan was much much worse in his treatment of those poorer than them and don't even get him started on his treatment of romantic interests. Dualscar, their father wasnt much better. He was even more cold hearted than his sons.
Internally, Kurloz's jaw had dropped. He growled when Cronus belittled him; he was no more a mutt than the guy next to him, who was just a single step above almost absolute poverty. He may be a little lower in terms of high percentage compared to the other, but that didn't give Cronus the fucking right to treat him like he wasn't good enough to walk the same ground Kurloz walked on.
He glared at the group of onlookers, "What are you looking at?!" Some of them flinched and scurried away. "Kurloz," Rufioh started.
"Fuck, I hope to the Angel of Death that there is a fighting scene in this damn play cause I'm gonna beat his ass until he begs for mercy," Kurloz growled. How dare that motherfucker call him a mutt. That good for nothing greaser wasn't even fit for the role he was placed in. Well neither was Kurloz, but in a different way. Fight scene or no, this fucker was going down.
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And now the Ampora walked with confidence in his step once more, that shit eating grin still on his face as people cleared the hallway – something akin to Moses parting the Red sea - lest the man throw another bitch fit. But of course he would ooze confidence and radiance, he was the richest kid at the school (even though Cronus really didnt sport that fact. He absolutely hated showing off his riches and only really used that fact to get things he wanted like becoming a student at this school. Instead he dressed in simple T-shirts that had the family crest on it which was a glorified design of the Aquarius symbol and black skinny jeans with boots. His greased back black hair sported the scars on his right temple that no one dared ask about).
Kurloz himself jerked and stalked away from the play board, glaring at nothing. He was a scary dude. Being taller than pretty much everybody at the school, Kurloz Makara rocked the height of 6 feet 6 inches (and as he told some people just to unnerve them, 6 centimeters), and incredibly skinny. People called him a walking skeleton. And they weren't wrong. But he had some attractive features to him, with his long curly hair and his deep blue eyes that seemed to be purple. His thick eyebrows either contributed to his attractiveness or made him terrifying depending on his mood. Right now, if looks could kill, everyone he made eye contact with would keel over instantly. His dark blue eyes burned with a hatred so severe it worried Rufioh, who wondered if he would ever calm down.
Somehow he found himself at Miss D's office, fuming as he knocked on her door.
Cronus wasn't any less attractive or scary, he carried more intimidation on a daily basis than Kurloz did when he was absolutely pissed. The Ampora was used to that cold air about him and had harnessed it as a child from spending so much time around his father (since the man had hopes of Cronus taking over the company after his time was over). But that hadn't exactly been the case. However Kurloz did have one advantage over him that Cronus lacked and that was height. Despite how tall his father was and the height he had earned of his mother (who's existence he had no knowledge of), the boy only stood at five foot eight and was rather slim in the hips with long legs and broad shoulders. When he wasn't paying attention, the boy had a hip sway better than a long experienced prostitute and when he was being the biggest ass in a different way, boy could he use that against the girls who actually liked him. And that was one of the greatest reasons he had such a big ego at school compared to anywhere else. Especially at home.
But as Cronus walked into her office and took a seat with a loud growl, he immediately went into his rant before the woman could begin. "This is such bullshit, ya must be outta your mind if you think I'll work with that skeletal freak as one of the two leading roles in the play! I dont degrade myself to work with lower class mutts and the garbage they bring into the school and I absolutely will not dumb myself down for him just because ya took pity an' made him the lead role with the gang leader. No matter what!"
Disciple sat in her seat plaintively, listening to him rant with an almost catlike smile on her face. She watched him intently, her muted green eyes missing nothing. She nodded slightly after he finished, the smile remaining. "I see," she answered. "Well the fact of the matter is, Mr. Ampurra," she purred before she was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in!" She announced sweetly, as though the meeting were of no importance to her. Kurloz entered, looking about as happy about the arrangement as Cronus was. He almost turned around to leave when she gestured for him to stay. "Oh, Mr. Makara, what a pleasant surprise. Come and sit down. I suppose you are also here to complain about the role arrangements?" She didn't wait for him to answer, launching back into answering Cronus as soon as the other sat down and scooched his chair as far from the greaser as he could. "As I was just about to tell Cronus here, you may disagree about whom was placed where in terms of this play, but if I may pull up your records here..." She turned away from them and began to search for their school records on her computer. In that time, Kurloz glared at the other. Fuck, this guy made him sick. He wouldn't mind messing up this guy's face with the chair he was sitting in. He may be skin and bones, but he had a crazy kind of strength. "Ah yesss," Ms D hissed gleefully. "It seems to me that neither of you have completed your major graduation requirement have you?"
Both men looked guilty in response to that question. Though Kurloz had nothing to say to that, Cronus had a mouthful.
"No, I haven't done a play piece to get the graduation credit but there has to be some other way we can make this work without the mutt havin' a lead part!" he called out again, gripping at the chairs edges, fully ready to deck Kurloz in the face with it if things took that turning point. Because he knew damn well that the second Kurloz even stood or moved in his direction, shit was going to go down. "I am on a much higher level that he can't even compete with an' you know this. God forbid his trip of words fuck up the whole play if his stupidity doesn't ruin it first." Cronus hissed, just as there was yet another knock on the door.
Kurloz was about to go off on Cronus when Dirk Strider, aged almost twenty five, popped in without waiting for Leijon's approval, some papers and folders in arm. "What up Miss Dick. I got the finalized writes down and copied per part for each of the plays we've got going," he pauses when he notices the two main leads in the room, raising a brow well over those pointed shades, reflecting their looks. "Well shit, if it isn't Sharknado and the Land Mime. All we need now is the face make up and the spandex."
Oh no. Kurloz recognized this guy. Apparently Miss D knew him quite well. "Hello Dirk," she beamed, standing to greet him. "Yes, these are my two lovely little students whom I have chosen, and you will see why later," she winked and laughed. Kurloz closed his mouth (which had apparently dropped open) and sulked. So there was no way he was getting out of this.
"Or purrhaps even now," she contiuned. "I will take those scripts, and have my assistant pass them out. Oh, but give two to these two furst," she giggled. Kurloz felt unsettled as he took a script, flipping through it absentmindedly. "Now in case there were any misconceptions," she tittered, "I'm afraid you two will have to suffer through this play, or face the consequences of not graduating. And THAT-" she cut Cronus off before he could object, "Is the final word on the matter. Good day gentlemen, I will see you at practice." She flapped her hand in a shooing gesture, turning her attention to the playwright. Kurloz got out of there before she had the chance to shoo them, a scowl on his face.
He was stuck.
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I'm pretty much copying this straight from the chat site itself – with a little editing -, so if there are any grammar errors, forgive me. Those would be my rp parnter's, that I just happened to skip over. Some reviews would be nice. Be kind to me, don't hate on the ship. Questions are welcome.