As sad as this is...This was actually inspired by Zarla's "Edgar and Nny" Otaku Mascot, heh. They are up on the screen, being the cute little muses they are. Well, all credit goes to Zarla and Johnen Vasquez, who without whom none of this would be possible, heh. I would have never thought of this pairing, but it's my favorite now, hehe. This will probably be for the older crowd, so....I'll rate it with an R for now. Thanks! Please Read and Review!
Yes, this is a Slash Story. EdgarXNny
" - Talking aloud
' - Internal Monologue
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It had been a week since Edgar had seen Nny. This, instead of relaxing him, like it should, was actually making him more worried. Something wasn't right. He wished he could see Johnny, or atleast hear his voice.
Edgar didn't feel like going to work, nor did he feel like fighting with Scri.... Too bad for Edgar, his boss was making him come in everyday, and Scri just wouldn't shut up. He kept taunting him about his relationship with Nny, and how Edgar had no one else but him. He was getting pretty fed up with Scri, and by the end of the week Edgar was ready to melt the little figure in the microwave... Though, it probably wouldn't shut him up.
For now, he wanted to get home from work and go to sleep. That's pretty much all he did now. Sleep, think of Nny, and work. Scri kept telling him to stop being pathetic and call him if he missed him so much, but Edgar wasn't sure that was a good idea. The last time he and Johnny talked, he'd run out of the room, calling Edgar a liar.
Maybe Nny would call him. Maybe he wasn't angry.... Well, he couldn't keep coming up with more and more maybes. He had to get home... And fill his stomach. He hadn't ever eaten a lot, but this week he'd eaten even less. He'd have to stop by the Taco Hell on his way home.
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Standing in line, he had the funny feeling he was being watched. As a matter of fact, he'd felt like that all week, especially when he was going home from work. At first he thought it was Nny, but Scri kept telling him to let go of his ego, and deal with the fact that Nny didn't want to see him anymore. But if it wasn't Johnny, then who?
After ordering his Meaty Meat Taco and Poop Cola, he headed out the door. Still thinking about his prediciment, he didn't see the figure in the shadows tailing him. He also didn't see the gang of kids ahead of him. Bumping into one, he backed off quickly and apoligized. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough for the enraged one.
"Watch where you goin' punk!" Edgar was pushed to the ground, spilling his order and scraping his palms. Cringing with pain, he closed his eyes tightly and got up on his feet, trying to block out the chorus of chuckles and the murderous musings of Scri. Trying to walk away, he was once again accosted by the bully. "Where you goin'? Going home to you boyfriend? Skinny little fag!"
Again, Edgar was pushed to the ground. He kept his eyes closed tightly, trying to become invisible. He remembered all the times he was teased in High Skool, all the times he was pushed around. He also remembered when Nny was pushed around. He could understand why he felt the need to kill...no...he shouldn't be thinking this way.
'Aw, poor Edgar, does he need Johnny to fight your battles for you?' Scri asked. 'Want him to get rid of your bullys for you?'
'Scriabin...please, shut up!' With that, he once again tried to get up, but was pushed down again. The young man's companions were all laughing at his antics, telling him to keep him down. Edgar was actually close to tears now, and even Scri was silent.
All of a sudden, Edgar felt the wind knocked out of him. Kicked in the stomach repeatedly, he tried to crawl away, to no avail. His glasses were swiped off, and he heared the sound of them being stepped on. The pain was already hard enough to take, but the laughing and the jeering made it all the more worse. He felt helpless, not knowing how to get away, not being able to see or being able to defend himself. He was already tasting the blood in his mouth.
"Get away from him."
The suprise and relief of hearing that voice rushed through him. "Nny!" Johnny wasn't looking at him, but at the gang of kids. None moved away from Edgar.
"I said get away from him." His voice was cold and menacing, but to Edgar it was the most wondering sound in the world.
"Who's gonna make me?"
Johnny closed his eyes, and then opened them again, and slowly took out a bread knife. "Me."
Edgar closed his eyes, feeling disgust for himself and joy that Johnny was there. How pathetic was he? Scri was right. He couldn't fight his own battles. He had to have Nny fight them for him....and what terrible consequences that had.
Edgar's eyes opened after hearing the last scream, gripping his stomach and blinking up at the blur that was his savior. "Nny....oh God..." With that he closed his eyes, and blanked out.
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"Ow...." Edgar opened his eyes slowly, feeling the pain come back to him with the memories of what happened just a few hours before.
"Shhh..." Suprised, Edgar turned in the general direction of the voice, squinting to try and see better. "Nny...?" He felt the bed...couch...whatever he was sitting on press down. He felt a cool wash rag pressed to his forehead, and then to his stomach. He breathed slowly, feeling like he'd broken his ribs...which might have happened.
"Johnny...ow...Johnny, wait. I'm sorry, really. I promise, I'm not lying, really, I-mmmph?" Johnny pulled the wash cloth out of his mouth, and then replaced it on his forehead. "Why did you let them do that?" He sounded angry, not a good thing.
"What? Oh..you mean...I didn't mean....I don't know...they were bigger then me...." Apparently, that wasn't a good excuse. "See?! Just because you're different, they treat you like shit! And you wonder why the hell...."
Edgar closed his eyes, trying to hold back his tears. He felt Nny's cold, pale fingers wipe his eyes, and he opened them slowly. Squinting up at Johnny, he felt oddly guilty for not defending himself. It wasn't his fault though..."I'm sorry..."
Johnny blinked in suprise, wondering at the tears flowing down Edgar's cheeks. "I'm sorry I made you do that...I just..I don't know, Nny...I never...I don't know how. I'm not like you, I can't just kill and be done with it....I can't..." He trailed off, sniffing and trying to wipe his eyes.
Nny leaned forward and kissed him, taking Edgar by complete suprise. Instead of backing away or yelling, Johnny deepend the kiss, making Edgar light-headed. "Johnny...?" Glaring, Johnny kissed him harder, making him shut up. This is what he needed....this was right...
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Like? Hate? Well...I know it's no where near as good as Johnen's or Zarla's but I tried! I hope you like. Oh, and if you liked this, for whatever reason...please read Zarla's fics. "Vargas" is still in progress but it's really good! Thanks!
Yes, this is a Slash Story. EdgarXNny
" - Talking aloud
' - Internal Monologue
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It had been a week since Edgar had seen Nny. This, instead of relaxing him, like it should, was actually making him more worried. Something wasn't right. He wished he could see Johnny, or atleast hear his voice.
Edgar didn't feel like going to work, nor did he feel like fighting with Scri.... Too bad for Edgar, his boss was making him come in everyday, and Scri just wouldn't shut up. He kept taunting him about his relationship with Nny, and how Edgar had no one else but him. He was getting pretty fed up with Scri, and by the end of the week Edgar was ready to melt the little figure in the microwave... Though, it probably wouldn't shut him up.
For now, he wanted to get home from work and go to sleep. That's pretty much all he did now. Sleep, think of Nny, and work. Scri kept telling him to stop being pathetic and call him if he missed him so much, but Edgar wasn't sure that was a good idea. The last time he and Johnny talked, he'd run out of the room, calling Edgar a liar.
Maybe Nny would call him. Maybe he wasn't angry.... Well, he couldn't keep coming up with more and more maybes. He had to get home... And fill his stomach. He hadn't ever eaten a lot, but this week he'd eaten even less. He'd have to stop by the Taco Hell on his way home.
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Standing in line, he had the funny feeling he was being watched. As a matter of fact, he'd felt like that all week, especially when he was going home from work. At first he thought it was Nny, but Scri kept telling him to let go of his ego, and deal with the fact that Nny didn't want to see him anymore. But if it wasn't Johnny, then who?
After ordering his Meaty Meat Taco and Poop Cola, he headed out the door. Still thinking about his prediciment, he didn't see the figure in the shadows tailing him. He also didn't see the gang of kids ahead of him. Bumping into one, he backed off quickly and apoligized. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough for the enraged one.
"Watch where you goin' punk!" Edgar was pushed to the ground, spilling his order and scraping his palms. Cringing with pain, he closed his eyes tightly and got up on his feet, trying to block out the chorus of chuckles and the murderous musings of Scri. Trying to walk away, he was once again accosted by the bully. "Where you goin'? Going home to you boyfriend? Skinny little fag!"
Again, Edgar was pushed to the ground. He kept his eyes closed tightly, trying to become invisible. He remembered all the times he was teased in High Skool, all the times he was pushed around. He also remembered when Nny was pushed around. He could understand why he felt the need to kill...no...he shouldn't be thinking this way.
'Aw, poor Edgar, does he need Johnny to fight your battles for you?' Scri asked. 'Want him to get rid of your bullys for you?'
'Scriabin...please, shut up!' With that, he once again tried to get up, but was pushed down again. The young man's companions were all laughing at his antics, telling him to keep him down. Edgar was actually close to tears now, and even Scri was silent.
All of a sudden, Edgar felt the wind knocked out of him. Kicked in the stomach repeatedly, he tried to crawl away, to no avail. His glasses were swiped off, and he heared the sound of them being stepped on. The pain was already hard enough to take, but the laughing and the jeering made it all the more worse. He felt helpless, not knowing how to get away, not being able to see or being able to defend himself. He was already tasting the blood in his mouth.
"Get away from him."
The suprise and relief of hearing that voice rushed through him. "Nny!" Johnny wasn't looking at him, but at the gang of kids. None moved away from Edgar.
"I said get away from him." His voice was cold and menacing, but to Edgar it was the most wondering sound in the world.
"Who's gonna make me?"
Johnny closed his eyes, and then opened them again, and slowly took out a bread knife. "Me."
Edgar closed his eyes, feeling disgust for himself and joy that Johnny was there. How pathetic was he? Scri was right. He couldn't fight his own battles. He had to have Nny fight them for him....and what terrible consequences that had.
Edgar's eyes opened after hearing the last scream, gripping his stomach and blinking up at the blur that was his savior. "Nny....oh God..." With that he closed his eyes, and blanked out.
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"Ow...." Edgar opened his eyes slowly, feeling the pain come back to him with the memories of what happened just a few hours before.
"Shhh..." Suprised, Edgar turned in the general direction of the voice, squinting to try and see better. "Nny...?" He felt the bed...couch...whatever he was sitting on press down. He felt a cool wash rag pressed to his forehead, and then to his stomach. He breathed slowly, feeling like he'd broken his ribs...which might have happened.
"Johnny...ow...Johnny, wait. I'm sorry, really. I promise, I'm not lying, really, I-mmmph?" Johnny pulled the wash cloth out of his mouth, and then replaced it on his forehead. "Why did you let them do that?" He sounded angry, not a good thing.
"What? Oh..you mean...I didn't mean....I don't know...they were bigger then me...." Apparently, that wasn't a good excuse. "See?! Just because you're different, they treat you like shit! And you wonder why the hell...."
Edgar closed his eyes, trying to hold back his tears. He felt Nny's cold, pale fingers wipe his eyes, and he opened them slowly. Squinting up at Johnny, he felt oddly guilty for not defending himself. It wasn't his fault though..."I'm sorry..."
Johnny blinked in suprise, wondering at the tears flowing down Edgar's cheeks. "I'm sorry I made you do that...I just..I don't know, Nny...I never...I don't know how. I'm not like you, I can't just kill and be done with it....I can't..." He trailed off, sniffing and trying to wipe his eyes.
Nny leaned forward and kissed him, taking Edgar by complete suprise. Instead of backing away or yelling, Johnny deepend the kiss, making Edgar light-headed. "Johnny...?" Glaring, Johnny kissed him harder, making him shut up. This is what he needed....this was right...
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Like? Hate? Well...I know it's no where near as good as Johnen's or Zarla's but I tried! I hope you like. Oh, and if you liked this, for whatever reason...please read Zarla's fics. "Vargas" is still in progress but it's really good! Thanks!