"Midnight Insense."
by: *ChibiMizu*
Disclaimer: I dun own JTHM. I only own um... ::rumages around in pocket:: a paperclip! I own a paperclip! Hehe! And thats sumthing u can't take from me cuz u sue, and the judge wont take a paperclip! So ha! I DO own a few sticks of my fave insense: Midnight! (hence the name) And just to bug people, Squee is 18 and Johnny is 19! So there! (I know those arn't the real ages but...) They're also OOC... NC-17 for murder (duh) and lemony goodness! Geeze, that gave it away! And if you're THAT stupid, its a Squee/Johnny slash fic! Duh! And please review! I need the encouragement for chapter 2!
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Squee sighed softly as he stared into space. He had nothing to do with his parents anymore or life for that matter. He had accepted the fact that his parents don't love him like normal parents. He thought about suicide before but he was waiting for Johnny do kill him. If he was to die, he wanted his body to go to a good cause. He wasn't sure what Johnny's good cause for killing people was but he was sure it was good. Squee winced as he heard the blood curdling screams end from next door. Soon Nny would be over to ask for bactine if they struggled or a wet washcloth so he could wash his hands.
"Better make sure the windows' unlocked." Squee muttered, hoping off his bed and opening the window. He shivered as the cold night air crept along his skin. He then went to the bathroom and grabbed the bactine and a wet washcloth. "Now he can leave sooner." Squee still didn't like the 'I have a murderer in my bedroom' feeling. He leaned up against the wall in the darkest corner of his room and hoped that Nny would just take his stuff and leave. He heard the rustle of leaves outside his window and then the familiar 'creek' of pressure on the floorboards.
"Hellooooo Squee!" he grinned a big, toothy grin, looking directly at Squee.
"Nny." he acknowledged the informal hello.
"What? Doncha like me anymore?"
"The fact that you pretty much let yourself in everynight, I don't think I ever did..." he muttered. As Squee grew up without the love of parents and the frequent visits from Johnny, he lost most of the joy he had before and was now a very morbid person.
"Awe Squee! You made me sad!" Nny toyed with him, pulling him into the faint light. "There! Now I can see you better! Hehe!"
"I got the stuff you usually come for."
"Oh how sweet! Tryin' to stay on my good side? Are you scared of me?" Thank you for the stuff!"
"First off, I'm not afraid of you or of dieing. I don't care if I'm on your good or bad side. Secondly, let go of me." he said, pulling out of Nny's tight grip.
"Ooo touchy! I'll just take the washcloth. Save the bactine for a rainy day."
"Thanks..." he murmered, throwing the bottle in the corner.
"Thank you SO much for the washcloth! It's soo much easier when people cooperate. Well, I'll see ya in less than 38, hours! I think... Buh-bye Squee!" he tossed the cloth at Squee and exited the dark room as quickly and quietly as he entered. Squee then shut the window and took the washcloth to the bathroom. He rinsed it out, leaving a small redish-pinkish residue in the sink. He scrubbed it the best he could and then hung up the washcloth. The hideious stench of blood was staining the bathroom's original smell. The rotting flesh smell coming from Johnny's house was bad enough but across the hall from his bedroom? Squee didn't like it. He crept silently down the hall until he reached a cuboard at the end. He kneeled down onto the worn carpet and rumaged around in the bottom drawer. He inhaled the smell of the insense stick he had just found and the candles.
"My favorites." he said as if someone was behind him. He held the burnable items and carried them to the nasty smelling bathroom. He closed the door behind him.
"Ocean, air, coffee and fresia candles and midnight insense." he smirked. He pulled the lighter from his pocket and began to light the different smells. He did this every Friday, to drown out the blood smell so his parents wouldn't get suspisious. He closed his eyes and peace finally came to him as the the many smells mixed together and hit him in a wave of bliss and cheerfulness. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and soaked in the heavenly scent. The aroma circulated around the bathroom, bringing peace and cleanliness. The sincerity of it was abruptly ended by a loud pounding on the bathroom door.
"I gotta piss." he heard the familiar tone of his mothers voice and his regualr, angsty mood returned. Before he could reach the door OR the candles, his mother slammed through the door.
"What the hell?! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Burnign candles. What does it look like?"
"Well I don't want you buring things in this house! We've spent too much money on this house for you to burn it down!" the mother of Squee went into a rampage and in one sweep, she hjad collected all the candles and insense.
"Give those back!" Squee protested.
"No, you insignificant little brat!" she screeched, stringing through the house. In less than a minute, she was outside, waiting at the end of the drive-way.
"Please give me those! What are you gonna do?!"
"Wait and watch!" she said as a semi approached the driveway.
"You wouldn't dare!" he hissed as he looked from the semi to his mother.
"Is that a threat?! Just watch me!" she said, flinging the stuff into the road and under the semi wheels they went. The sickening 'splick' sound was like a neverending horror movie. The only thing that could give Squee pleasure was just destroyed by his uncaring mother.
"How could you do this to me?!" Squee screeched, dropping to his knees and picking up the smushed candle remaints. "Bitch!"
"How DARE you call me that?!" she slapped Squee HARD across the face, leaving a stinging red mark. She glared at him with hateful eyes then turned and dissappeared into the house, leaving Squee alone with his hate and sorrow.
"I hate you and I HATE LIFE!" he screamed, throwing the candles remains back into the road and running into his house, straight to his room and locking the door. All seemed as if the candle remains and the smoldering insence would just remain in the road but...
"What's this?" a familiar voice asked, bending down and inspecting the gooy blob. "Air *sniff* ocean *sniff* coffee *sniff* fresia, insense too." he said, picking up the smoldering insense. "Mmm... my favorite... Midnight..." he smiled, putting it out. He looked around for whoever could've just left it there. "Squee?" he asked himself, figuring that he could be the only one around that would scream 'I hate life'.
"I don't think he means it."
/Neither do I./
"Go away for a long time. I have some 'business' to take care of..."
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Ending notez: Like it? Hate it? Cheese it? Review it! So that way I can tell how many people rrrrreally like JtHM. I WANT the comix soooo bad! So if you live in N.Y. and know where I can find some, TELL ME! Please! I can't do it of the internet cuz well... I have parents who think I live under a rock but by the looks of things, I don't... And don't worry! There will be sex in later chapter(s) and definately more killings! So, review and I'll get chap 2 up A.S.A.P! ChibiMizu, signing out. ^.~()
Disclaimer: I dun own JTHM. I only own um... ::rumages around in pocket:: a paperclip! I own a paperclip! Hehe! And thats sumthing u can't take from me cuz u sue, and the judge wont take a paperclip! So ha! I DO own a few sticks of my fave insense: Midnight! (hence the name) And just to bug people, Squee is 18 and Johnny is 19! So there! (I know those arn't the real ages but...) They're also OOC... NC-17 for murder (duh) and lemony goodness! Geeze, that gave it away! And if you're THAT stupid, its a Squee/Johnny slash fic! Duh! And please review! I need the encouragement for chapter 2!
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Squee sighed softly as he stared into space. He had nothing to do with his parents anymore or life for that matter. He had accepted the fact that his parents don't love him like normal parents. He thought about suicide before but he was waiting for Johnny do kill him. If he was to die, he wanted his body to go to a good cause. He wasn't sure what Johnny's good cause for killing people was but he was sure it was good. Squee winced as he heard the blood curdling screams end from next door. Soon Nny would be over to ask for bactine if they struggled or a wet washcloth so he could wash his hands.
"Better make sure the windows' unlocked." Squee muttered, hoping off his bed and opening the window. He shivered as the cold night air crept along his skin. He then went to the bathroom and grabbed the bactine and a wet washcloth. "Now he can leave sooner." Squee still didn't like the 'I have a murderer in my bedroom' feeling. He leaned up against the wall in the darkest corner of his room and hoped that Nny would just take his stuff and leave. He heard the rustle of leaves outside his window and then the familiar 'creek' of pressure on the floorboards.
"Hellooooo Squee!" he grinned a big, toothy grin, looking directly at Squee.
"Nny." he acknowledged the informal hello.
"What? Doncha like me anymore?"
"The fact that you pretty much let yourself in everynight, I don't think I ever did..." he muttered. As Squee grew up without the love of parents and the frequent visits from Johnny, he lost most of the joy he had before and was now a very morbid person.
"Awe Squee! You made me sad!" Nny toyed with him, pulling him into the faint light. "There! Now I can see you better! Hehe!"
"I got the stuff you usually come for."
"Oh how sweet! Tryin' to stay on my good side? Are you scared of me?" Thank you for the stuff!"
"First off, I'm not afraid of you or of dieing. I don't care if I'm on your good or bad side. Secondly, let go of me." he said, pulling out of Nny's tight grip.
"Ooo touchy! I'll just take the washcloth. Save the bactine for a rainy day."
"Thanks..." he murmered, throwing the bottle in the corner.
"Thank you SO much for the washcloth! It's soo much easier when people cooperate. Well, I'll see ya in less than 38, hours! I think... Buh-bye Squee!" he tossed the cloth at Squee and exited the dark room as quickly and quietly as he entered. Squee then shut the window and took the washcloth to the bathroom. He rinsed it out, leaving a small redish-pinkish residue in the sink. He scrubbed it the best he could and then hung up the washcloth. The hideious stench of blood was staining the bathroom's original smell. The rotting flesh smell coming from Johnny's house was bad enough but across the hall from his bedroom? Squee didn't like it. He crept silently down the hall until he reached a cuboard at the end. He kneeled down onto the worn carpet and rumaged around in the bottom drawer. He inhaled the smell of the insense stick he had just found and the candles.
"My favorites." he said as if someone was behind him. He held the burnable items and carried them to the nasty smelling bathroom. He closed the door behind him.
"Ocean, air, coffee and fresia candles and midnight insense." he smirked. He pulled the lighter from his pocket and began to light the different smells. He did this every Friday, to drown out the blood smell so his parents wouldn't get suspisious. He closed his eyes and peace finally came to him as the the many smells mixed together and hit him in a wave of bliss and cheerfulness. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and soaked in the heavenly scent. The aroma circulated around the bathroom, bringing peace and cleanliness. The sincerity of it was abruptly ended by a loud pounding on the bathroom door.
"I gotta piss." he heard the familiar tone of his mothers voice and his regualr, angsty mood returned. Before he could reach the door OR the candles, his mother slammed through the door.
"What the hell?! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Burnign candles. What does it look like?"
"Well I don't want you buring things in this house! We've spent too much money on this house for you to burn it down!" the mother of Squee went into a rampage and in one sweep, she hjad collected all the candles and insense.
"Give those back!" Squee protested.
"No, you insignificant little brat!" she screeched, stringing through the house. In less than a minute, she was outside, waiting at the end of the drive-way.
"Please give me those! What are you gonna do?!"
"Wait and watch!" she said as a semi approached the driveway.
"You wouldn't dare!" he hissed as he looked from the semi to his mother.
"Is that a threat?! Just watch me!" she said, flinging the stuff into the road and under the semi wheels they went. The sickening 'splick' sound was like a neverending horror movie. The only thing that could give Squee pleasure was just destroyed by his uncaring mother.
"How could you do this to me?!" Squee screeched, dropping to his knees and picking up the smushed candle remaints. "Bitch!"
"How DARE you call me that?!" she slapped Squee HARD across the face, leaving a stinging red mark. She glared at him with hateful eyes then turned and dissappeared into the house, leaving Squee alone with his hate and sorrow.
"I hate you and I HATE LIFE!" he screamed, throwing the candles remains back into the road and running into his house, straight to his room and locking the door. All seemed as if the candle remains and the smoldering insence would just remain in the road but...
"What's this?" a familiar voice asked, bending down and inspecting the gooy blob. "Air *sniff* ocean *sniff* coffee *sniff* fresia, insense too." he said, picking up the smoldering insense. "Mmm... my favorite... Midnight..." he smiled, putting it out. He looked around for whoever could've just left it there. "Squee?" he asked himself, figuring that he could be the only one around that would scream 'I hate life'.
"I don't think he means it."
/Neither do I./
"Go away for a long time. I have some 'business' to take care of..."
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Ending notez: Like it? Hate it? Cheese it? Review it! So that way I can tell how many people rrrrreally like JtHM. I WANT the comix soooo bad! So if you live in N.Y. and know where I can find some, TELL ME! Please! I can't do it of the internet cuz well... I have parents who think I live under a rock but by the looks of things, I don't... And don't worry! There will be sex in later chapter(s) and definately more killings! So, review and I'll get chap 2 up A.S.A.P! ChibiMizu, signing out. ^.~()