A/N: welcome! I am your host in this fucked up universe! I must warn you now, I'm not sure when I'll get off my ass and write, so expect irregular updates.
"Okay, yeah. Fuck thith."
A pair of twins sit in their bedroom. One in front of his computer, the other lounging on his bed.
Will you give these twins their names?Dipshit, they already have names. They're given at birth! They might be the weirdest names they've ever heard, but they're names."
Castor, don't be like that! I just need a ride to Ay Ay's, and I promise times one thousand I'll get you that new game you've had your eyes on, alright?"
Castor scooted away from his precious computer for a moment. "And why would I drive you to thee your prethiouth girlfriend at midnight, Pollukth? It'th. Fucking. Midnight."
"So?"
"I'm not going to."
"But you stay up way past what time it is now anyway, talking to your stupid online friends and making noise and coding and shit."
"That doethn't mean I'm gonna drive you all the way to Areana'th houthe jutht tho you can make out and all that other dithguthting couple thit."
"It wouldn't be so disgusting if you actually got out of the house and got a girlfriend."
Suddenly, the twins are on the floor, wrestling. This wrestling includes a lot of biting and scratching and the loosening of one of Castor's brackets on his braces. Eventually, this wakes up Mr. Captor.
Mr. Captor opens the door to Castor's bleeding lip and mutilated braces and Pollux's black eye and multiple bite/scrape marks on his arm. Silently, he grabs Pollux (he knows Castor would much rather kill than be away from his computer) and drags him out of the room. He then sets him up in the greenhouse and goes back to check the situation on Castor's braces. They decide it's time to go in to the orthodontist anyway. Mr. Captor makes a note to himself to call in and make an appointment for Castor the next morning and goes back to bed.
Thus begins another night at the Captor household.
The next morning, Castor wasn't able to eat his toast and Pollux wasn't able to see out of his left eye. Castor wasn't even able to open his mouth. So Mr. Captor called the orthodontist and made an appointment, and soon enough they were leaving. They dropped Pollux off at Areana's house first so he would, in Castor's words, "thtop bitthing and leave them in peathe."
The ortho appointment went quite well, for Castor's braces anyway. He'd had five brackets removed and had to get both top and bottom wires replaced, along with the threat of a headset. A new record.
They left Pollux at Areana's in hopes of peace and quiet in the house. Mr. Captor sat down with a peanut butter and honey sandwich and a few good TV shows and Castor ran up to his room to tell his friends all about his adventure to the orthodontist.
Pollux and Areana were alone. They didn't really do much except watch adventure movies, occasionally chatting about Pollux's bees or Areana's architecture classes. Pollux liked it this way, quiet and peaceful. He had his arm wrapped lovingly around Areana's shoulders even as she leaned forward during the most exciting scenes of her movies. The movies she'd seen time and time again. The magic never really seemed lost to her, it was always a new experience. That was what Pollux loved the most about Areana.
Pollux moved from his position on the couch and stood up. "I'm gonna go make us some popcorn, okay?"
"Alright! Hurry back though, we're almost to the best part!"
Pollux smiled and went to the kitchen. He got out a bag of popcorn and placed it in the microwave, hit the "Popcorn" button, and headed to the bathroom. He didn't really start to notice the smell of smoke until he'd finished relieving himself and "prepping" and was heading back to the kitchen.
And then he ran.
Like the fucking wind.
The kitchen was on fire, the smoke alarms useless because of the forgotten note of "Areana- Don't do anything dangerous! We need more batteries for the smoke alarms! - Mom and Dad" on the fridge.
Areana was in the living room, the room exactly opposite of the hallway that lead to the stairwell, the bathroom, and the door to freedom. Pollux reached out, yelling to his girlfriend to get out of there, break a window or something, just please get the fuck out.
Areana was in panic mode, though. She was frozen in shock, staring at Pollux and not really moving at all. Pollux was screaming now-at her, the fire, the house, anything. He screamed until all his screams were wordless and being drowned out by the smoke. He choked and ran, out the front door and around to the living room window. He tried opening the window, but it was way too hot to touch. He looked around frantically for something to break it, anything, and finally was able to find a rock. He threw it at the window, getting smoke in his face that made him cough. And when he was finally, finally able to check, Areana was lying on the floor.
Not moving, no chest movements either. Her hair was starting to catch on fire from the fire that had progressed it's way past the living room/kitchen door.
This was not a normal day for the Captor family.
