The Indifferents

/Guess who randomly came up with a new fanfic again - me!

Yeha yeah I know I still have some other stories I should probably continue, but my muse is not cooperating atm. At least not all the time.

So a few warnings before I start. This will mainly be a story about gender identity and sexuality, it will also be about mental struggles and may be triggering for some. It´s unclear for now, but in the future it may contain such as phobia, self harm and worse. But for the time being, it´ll start off pretty tame.

Well now when that´s out of the way, I hope you enjoy this short prolouge X3 /

Chapter 1: Prolouge

"Isn´t it intriguing how much has happened since we last met?"

Gregory hummed, leaning back in his chair comfortably.

A light huff left the other, followed shortly by a roll on her eyes. "I´m not here to chit-chat and you know it." She murmured.

The blonde´s expression changed slightly, a curious look appearing on his face. "Oh really? And what would the occasion be then, Wendy?"

"It´s Wendyl..." She mumbled quickly, eyes flickering for a second.

"For... reasons."

The tension in the room grew slightly by that statement, and the resting silence which followed, were shortly broken by a low chuckle.

"Interesting. Would you care to explain why?" This seemed to surely have caught the young male´s attention.

She sighed. "Well..." Hestitating for a bit, she bit her lip. "It´s... complicated..."

"How?" He continued to ask, raising a brow lightly.

"It just is..."

"Wendy dear..." A soft sigh left him, mvoing his arm to rub the back of his neck. It was a vague move, but it showed sign of nervousity. "I take that the sudden change of name is pointing in the direction of a change in your identity. Is that true?"

The room the two fo them found themselves in, went quiet once again. The question ringing in the air some time after being asked. Apart from the echo, the flickering from the fireplace were the only noticable noice for the moment. Wendy seemed rather nervous, tugging onto one of her sleeves, eyes flickering more rapidly than before. Gregory let the silence stay until he eventually opened his mouth to break it some minutes later.

"Wendy... are you transsexual?"

"NO! or yes... or..." Her sharp and sudden objection had startled the raven haired girl. Leaving her fussling about what she really were.

"Hmmhmm, I see..." Gregory nodded. "if you don´t want to talk about it, I understand. Why not move onto finsihing your tea a-"

"Genderfluid." Wendy interrupted the other mid-sentence, leaving the blonde speechless. "I´m genderfluid... that´s... that´s why I prefer being called Wendyl..." Her eyes narrowed down and locked onto the floor. It was obvious by observing her behaviour, to predict she was rather shameful about this fact.

"And what´s so bad about that?" Gregory asked with a small smile, seeming to have knowledge of that kind of information. "It doesn´t change anything. You were born with it. It´s always been a part of you."

She eventually looked up to return the smile, and the rest of the evening left behind a comfortable and positive memory for the upcoming days.

But the idea that specific evening put into her head, would not make her prepared for the consequences it would lead to in the near future.