Title: A Tale of Two Brothers
Pairing: Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr.
Summary: The origin of Regulus' sign.
Notes: This is for Skittlez, because it was her birthday awhile ago and I never got around to writing her a fic until now. Also, she practically invented this crackish pairing, so nyah. Also, Regulus is cute. That is all.
We're sitting on my bed. You know, talking and doing platonic kind of things. Like talking. Anyway, we're talking about Quidditch or school or something that isn't really important, and all of a sudden Barty gets this evil glint in his eye. The kind of glint when he gets a nasty sort of idea and just needs to share it with the world. These ideas don't always end up so well, so I give him a tentative sort of look. I guess. He says I look like a puppy that is afraid of being kicked.
So, we're sitting. He's looking a bit more evil than normal, if that is possible. I'm just waiting for what bizarre idea is going to come out of his mouth when... just like that. He kisses me. And it is an evil sort of kiss, just like everything else he does. He's biting my lip, and forcing his tongue in my mouth, and it feels great, it really does. He's gripping my arm, nails sinking into my skin, and it hurts a little, but this is Barty, so of course his kisses would hurt a little.
It doesn't really bother me. Because this is Barty and he does weird sorts of things like kiss his best friend. Who knows why he does, he just does and it is better not to question him. Besides, it isn't like he is bad at this. The kissing, I mean. Which he is doing. To me.
I have yet to kiss back, and I'm just starting to think that maybe it would be a good idea to do so, just maybe, but then the door opens and my stomach jumps to the floor.
"Hey Regulus I just had a great ide-"
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Bored. Bored. Bored. That Potter kid I thought I called a friend has forsaken me. Left me to rot in this accursed place (also known as my home). Where he is, I do not know. Actually, I do. He's off in France most likely snogging some French bird, but whatever. He didn't take me and that is all that matters. Me.
I was thinking, "Hey, maybe I'll go visit Remus! Surely he will take pity on my wretched situation!" but no. He is off snogging yaks in Tibet. Of course, he says that he is not, in fact, snogging yaks, but what else is there to snog in Tibet? Monks?
So yes. Bored and without a friend in the world. Other than Peter. But his mum scares me; no way am I visiting him. All alone in the worl-
"Wait!" I say aloud, causing Kreacher to give me a rather nasty look. I think it is high time my widdle bwother and I go on an adventure of sorts, just like we used to. I'd drag him along to some unknown place; he'd be dragged by me. It was a nice arrangement, really. We'd come home a week later and Mother would yell at me for days about kidnapping her little darling. I am thinking it would be on to go steal Regulus for awhile.
Up the stairs I go! Past Kreacher (who is creeping along the stairs, even though he was just in the front room), past the walls. And the stairs. Yes, past the stairs! Right up to Regulus' room, where I throw open the door in my excitement.
"Hey Regulus I just had a great ide-" I stop. "What are you DOING?" That Crouch boy is molesting my brother! "Get off of him right now! Get off!"
"Sirius get OUT!" Regulus looks most angry with me. Well fine then. And to think I was going to drag him on for an adventure.
"I, uhm. Yes. Outting. Getting out. Good day to you sir." I scamper off, never to be heard from again. Except for when I came back to his door an hour later.
"Do Not Enter
Without the Express Permission of
Regulus Arcturus Black"
That is what it said. So, of course, I opened it. If I can't adventure, I am going to get as many kicks out of this one as possible.