[I don't own Teen Titans or any character mentioned in this story. Jericho is fourteen in this, Kyd Wykkyd is fifteen. This is first in a series of JeriKyd drabbles]

Jericho sighed sadly as he stared up at the night sky. For these eight years he'd been living on this godforsaken mountain, the stars were his only friends. Everyone else who dared to venture this far up was either too scared of him, or simply didn't care. He had the stars, he had his guitar, and he had his own depressive thoughts.

He closed his eyes and welcomed back again that so familiar destructive feeling that had settled itself in Jericho's brain for the past few years. That feeling of a drop in his stomach, the feeling of hatred for everything around him including himself. He subconsciously tugged on the hem of his long sleeves. That feeling that made him want to put even more physical scars on his wrists to maybe match the numerous mental ones he had.

He cast his gaze back up to the sky, not surprised at all when the feeling stayed locked in his system. He used to be terrified of it, now he had no choice but to welcome it as a friend. As he looked up at the hundreds of glowing lights in the sky, he felt so...small. So useless and insignificant. Who is he to want attention anyway? What has he done to deserve anything but what he has? Jericho closed his eyes once again, hiccuping in between the quiet sobs escaping his chest. Trying to focus on anything other than the feeling of hot tears streaming down his face and the sight of his own small chest heaving up and down from his ragged breathing.

Meanwhile a few miles away, a gothic boy still in uniform roamed the town below Jericho's mountain looking for anything to distract him from his own thoughts. Kyd Wykkyd had been forgotten, again. He'd only just been recruited into the HIVE about a year ago, and he'd even made some friends. He was very involved in everything - he disrupted class, he was present at every event, but it proved no use. As Kyd Wykkyd was turning a corner in the academy, he overheard a conversation that involved his 'best friend'. He heard Angel say things like 'Wait, Kyd Wykkyd? Who is that? I don't remember him' and 'Oh he's that weird kid with the cape right? Yeah, what a freak!'. Once again, no matter how bad he wanted it or how hard he tried, he was left alone. Everyone he'd ever met in his life hated him, or thought he was a freakish monster. In the end, all he'd ever really have left is himself.

Kyd started walking faster as he felt burning tears brim his eyes. He had to find somewhere secluded, somewhere he could let his anger out without people seeing. If he ever showed any emotion other than aloofness to anyone, especially the academy students, all he'd be doing is proving everyone right about him. He'd prove to them once and for all that he's a monster, he's a killer, he's a wicked little demon. He looked up and spotted a mountain just beyond the village he was in, up there no one would be able to see his anger flashing out. The still angry demon teleported up to the mountain and immediately felt terrible for it. The place he had teleported was incredibly beautiful. The grass was soft and green and littered with hundreds of mutlicolored flowers. He didn't want to destroy a place like this with his anger, he didn't want to have to do this every time he got angry at all. He closed his ruby eyes and clenched his fists until his knuckles were white, his anger conjuring up balls of hellish flame that surrounded his hands. But before he could do anything with it, he was tackled onto the ground where the mystery person covered his hands with their own and put out the fires as they hissed in pain only briefly.

Kyd immediately got into his fighting position he had memorized in the academy, not a good one but it still worked nonetheless. He held up the stranger by their collar with his fist raised to show them that now was not the time to mess with him, or that was what it was supposed to do. As he picked up the person, their feet reached almost a foot and a half above the ground as they kicked their legs uselessly. Kyd's menacing glare of 'do not mess with me' easily turned into a fit of giggles that more or less said 'seriously man what the fuck that's hilarious'. Kyd set the tiny person down finally, giving up on hitting him and instead laughing until his lungs hurt while the other offended tiny person glared until he stopped.

Kyd coughed in an embarrassed way before straightening himself and attempting to explain his current situation. Kyd explained to the person that this was the only way to get rid of his anger without outright killing someone, and as he did he couldn't help but to stare at the emerald orbs watching him closely. They were really the only thing he could see in the pitch black darkness, but they were very alluring anyway. They were bright and alert yet filled with some kind of terrible sadness that made him want to hug the person and tell them everything was going to be okay. This was all very weird for him, he'd never felt anything like this before except for when he was faking with Angel.

Angel, sweet satan he hated her. He wanted that cold hearted emotionless pagan to die the cruelest death he could imagine. They were friends, or so he thought. Kyd was just like any other villain, except for one aspect. Kyd Wykkyd...didn't like girls. Kyd Wykkyd was homosexual, and that caused him a major problem. Angel had a similar problem, so they made an agreement. Angel and Kyd Wykkyd would be each other's cover up until they were both ready to come out of the closet to everyone, but that changed when he heard what she had said about him.

And then the anger was back, he wanted to destroy, to kill, to punish, to hurt. Just as his eyes were glowing with an eerie red light and his hands were clenched again, the mystery person he had just been laughing at grabbed his hand and started running with him to some cabin like house hidden from searching eyes. This random act of exertion temporarily hid away his thoughts of anger and eliminated the glow coming from his body as he tried his best to keep up with the stranger he had just met.

He was dragged into the terribly kept cabin and finally got a good look at the stranger. It was a boy, oops. He had fluffy blonde hair and huge beautiful emerald eyes and an almost womanly figure. The ethereal boy sat Wykkyd down on the floor of what looked to be a living room and started signing, rapidly demanding why he had this anger problem and how he could fix it by not destroying his precious mountain flowers.

Finally, under the unrelenting gaze of the admittedly cute boy, he broke and decided it couldn't really hurt to tell someone why.

Jericho listened closely, completely absorbed in the story of this Kyd Wykkyd's past. Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that he was desperate for company, or that the taller boy was much more attractive looking than he should be.

After a while of talking, Jericho found out that Kyd Wykkyd was actually Elliot Matthew Knight. Elliot was born in France and spent most of his early life growing up in Paris with his famous parents, both were highly acclaimed singers and Elliot wanted desperately to follow in their footsteps. Then one day, he found out something he shouldn't have. Elliot's mother was never supposed to have Elliot, when they tried having a child she was barren. So she made a secret deal with a demon and traded one thing for another. Morgana Knight was allowed to give birth to her child, but it had terrible consequences. That's why when Elliot was born they locked him up in their mansion constantly, he was never allowed to have a single friend. He was born with his red eyes and fangs along with all of his other terrifying characteristics, but what was really terrifying was when he first told his mother about the voice. Since he was born, a deep demonic voice was always urging him to do bad - to steal, to bully, to fight, to hurt. Finally, when he was nine years old, the voice offered him relief from the constant urging. He immediately accepted, unaware of what the voice had planned. Elliot blacked out soon after, and when he woke up the mansion was completely destroyed, his parents lying dead in the rubble close to where he stood. Elliot tried to move on, but everywhere he went people prosecuted him. He was a monster, a killer, a nothing. All the people he came across beat him and stole whatever money he had salvaged from stealing. Elliot met Brother Blood many years after the incident, he was told once again he could never amount to anything but a lonely wicked evil-doer. So that is what he became.

Jericho felt terrible about this whole epidemic, so he did the only thing he knew how to do. Jericho leaned over and hugged Elliot tightly, mouthing the words 'I promise from now on, you won't be lonely'. Kyd Wykkyd felt tears stream down his face as all the emotion he'd hidden away for so long burst out of him in a fit of sobbing into Jericho's shoulder.

The two boys learned much about and from each other that night. Elliot ended up spending the night with his new friend. Jericho taught Elliot how to meditate, relieving him of his constant need to destroy things when he got angry. Elliot played his own written songs for Jericho, and taught him how to write his own in order to relieve h

is need to harm himself to escape his feelings. The two boys laughed and talked and promised. They promised each other no matter what, they'd always remain friends. And so they did.

Elliot and Jericho ended up growing up together really, or they helped each other grow up at least. Elliot met up with Jericho every single night, even if it was just to check up on him. Jericho thought about Elliot constantly, to the point where he feared the very worst - love. Elliot was also the first person to learn about Jericho's story, and helped him through it by comforting him with his vivid nightmares. Jericho was the first person to hear Elliot sing since the accident with his parents, which Elliot enjoyed unbelievably. Elliot was the last person Jericho expected to completely accept and encourage him becoming a Titan, despite that meaning they'd be on other sides. To Elliot, as long as Joseph was happy, he was happy. They'd make it work. And they sure as hell did.

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