I'm making subtle changes to this fic, so I hope it's better. It's slight AU, I suppose, right after the second game, but before the third. Though I don't remember much of the second game…So… Just bare with me. I have only this to say; Thank god for spell check.
Pairing: Jak and Torn, so it's yaoi. Don't flame me. I warned you.
Warnings: Yaoi(See above?) Some angst later on, blood, guts, gore…But that's all later. A lot of cursing, and some mild limes, maybe a lemon if I feel inspired. Slight AU. Oh, and It's first person.
Summary to the Fourth Chapter: His Darkness is becoming stronger since the rejection, and he finally admits his attraction to the older elf. Oddly enough, Torn is just as interested. But odd relics, and dark omens from Onin make him wary, and Dark seems to be even more powerful than he first thought, rearing his ugly head with bitter comments at just the wrong time. Migraines and screams plague our favorite hero, dropping his defenses completely… Will he run? Will he embrace his darkness and give into these chaotic urges?
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"Mind of a Hero"
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Well...Fuck. It's raining again, and when it rains in Haven City, it fucking pours. Through the streetlights, the rain is like a soft mist, evaporating before it hit the pavement, filling the air with an acrid scent. Freak thunderstorms in the middle of one of the hottest summers in Haven... Since I had been here, anyway. The sky splits with a spider web of yellow, a sharp crack echoing through the dark. The seeming mist begins to pelt down, the sound ringing out into the silent streets. A few guards were roaming about, complaining about the rain, but that seemed to be the only activity. From my perch, I can see the entire city. My vision is great; and I can hear fairly well. Not as well as Ashelin, though... Damn, that woman could hear me bleed if she really wanted to.
Hn... The wind picks up and blows a few strands of hair into my eyes... I've always hated my hair. But, of course, if I cut it, every damn woman I know'll beat me. What the hell is with chicks and hair! My hair, especially... I swear I'm going to cut it... ...Threading my fingers through the flaxen and tinged locks, I decide that it IS worth it. Stupid hair... With a small sigh, I let my eyes fall shut, lifting my face to the black sky and cleansing rain in abandon.
Before I realize it, I'm screaming. Loud, long, ragged and full of everything I had been holding back for so long. My hate, my love, my pain...My joy, my pride and that black cloud that always seems to be hanging over my head. He'll never leave me alone, and my memory jogs, because of him, of course and the painful memories of earlier that day come pouring back to me, tearing another loud cry from my already raw throat.
-Memory-
"I...I can't..." Aqua eyes were fever bright with fear, sweat beading on a smooth forehead, "I'm sorry, but I can't...I don't love you. I can't love you..." Keira gave a small sound as she ran from the room. Leaving...
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...Leaving me pretty much fucking helpless. Tears burn at the back of my throat...I'll be dammed if I fucking cry over her! Why, though? Was I not good enough? All I wanted was to make her happy... Women are never happy. I have come to this conclusion, and I am sticking to it... Soon, I take notice of the guards grouping beneath my high perch...As well as the fine tremble that had began in my shoulders, slowly working down to my hands. I caught a few sentences from the fools below,
"What the hell was that! Metal heads shouldn't even be near here."
"How do you know it was a metal head?" Asked one of the younger ones.
"Because..." Replied the first who spoke. The two began to bicker quietly, like siblings. I laughed softly at the antics... Until a harsh, gravelly voice made the cadets jump and myself, shiver...And I don't think it was because of the rain.
"It wasn't a metal head, Get back to work! You're lucky I don't toss your sorry asses to the Wasteland." Snarled a soaking Torn from clenched fangs. Oh yea, that shiver had nothing to do with the rain. Yea, so I like Torn. His voice makes me...tingle. Don't get me wrong... I loved Keira. But I'm infatuated with Torn. Something about the prick is almost soft… Maybe I'm just delusional.
My eyes drift downward, to watch the shivering Commander stride away, growling lowly to cadets. I grin, and I must have made some sound, because he turned back to me, staring up at me, as if he could see me clear as day. Something like a smirk crossed his face… And I almost sighed, until it turned into an evil scowl.
Yea, I must be delusional. I had to be, since Torn was so good at acting. But he seemed content ruling over Ashelin's much smaller army of the Krimson Guard. Ever since the Barron perished at the hands of yours truly, things had been quieter, and for this I was glad.
I lifted my hand to my forehead in somewhat of a salute before he turned back and strutted away like the hot shit he thought he was. I allow my self a shit-eating grin as I slink back into the shadows of the towering building. Glancing down fifty feet or so, I leap outwards, my hands coming in contact with a water-slicked pole.
"Shit!" My fingers had slipped away from the bar before I could line myself with the next, and I flailed slightly as I fell the remaining forty feet… Into a pile of well placed trash.
I take back everything I said about rain. I really hate it. At least I didn't yelp. No, I just groan as I shove a bag away from my face, staring up at the sky in a sort of daze. It takes a moment for me to shake off the stun of falling as I stand, giving my head a slight shake, just to clear my thoughts. Glancing about to make sure no one was around to watch my 'graceful' fall, I dusted myself off, for all it was worth and began to creep down the quiet, barren streets of my home.
It took a long time for me to get to the hideout on foot, and it was a guarantee that no one would be awake at this early hour…Well, almost. There was the chance that Torn had come back early from his patrols…A chance; and a very small chance, at that. I hadn't really bothered to take a zoomer… So I wandered to the disguised door, soaking wet and a little cold. So much for a moonless walk. A tiny growl leaves my throat as I touch the stone wall, and it slides open without so much as a noise. Stepping into the warm, dry air, I hesitate, listening for any activity.
Running water?
It was rather faint… So it could have been in the next room over. Hell, I wasn't sure… I also wasn't sure I really cared. I just wanted to be dry, lie in bed, and ponder if Torn has tattoos anywhere else but his face…
Yea, I'm male; Sue me.
A grin passes over my face as I slip my beloved goggles over my head, tossing them to my bunk. Next comes the armor I was given by and old friend, then my gun holster. I drape my equipment and my shirt over the railing, hoping it would be dry by morning. Taking my rarely used sheet, I run it over my arms and chest, ridding myself of the water droplets that clung greedily to my tanned flesh. Next comes the boots, my belts, my ankle guards and, finally…My pants.
Mmm… Naked and warm. It couldn't get any better. I wrap my sheet around my waist, letting it trail around behind me like a train as I travel towards the bathroom door, ready for a much-needed shower.
The sounds of running water cease, as my hand rests on the door handle. It turns beneath my fingers, pulling out of my grasp. A thread of light shines across my eyes and down my body, steam rolling out around toned legs.
It took me all my willpower not to jump him.
Torn lifted a brow in question as he gave me the once over…A few times, "Coming to join me, Jak?"
Hey wow, amusement. I roll my eyes and give a chuckle, setting one hand on my slim waist, "Oh, don't flatter yourself. I'm just as wet as you are. And I bet you didn't fall in a pile of wet, rotting garbage." I scowled gently… But my eyes just had to wander. Dark, powder blue patterns, similar to the ones on his face, curled and crossed over the gruff elf's chest, over his hips and back further, and lower… Unfortunately, I didn't get to see anymore, because of the towel he clutched around his waist loosely.
Damn clothe…
Lazily my eyes wander upward, to meet Torn's face again. He looked slightly bemused, but he didn't make a comment as to my reason for the shower. Instead, he stepped to one side, making an arrogant sweeping gesture with his hands, " Well, it's all yours Jak. Nice sheet."
I snorted and slide past him, careful not to brush his skin…Purposely, that is. As I slip into the humid, tilled room, what I can only assume to be Torn's hand lightly brushed the back of my thigh through the material of my sheet.
I freeze for a moment as his hand graces the small my back, in an almost caress. I stumble softly, knowing my face is a bright burning mass of blood, so I don't turn around when I hear the delightful snicker, and the door shut.
What the fuck!
I risk a glance behind me, eyeing the closed door suspiciously. Maybe I'm imagining things? My hand looses the grip of the sheet and it falls to the floor my…Little elf at attention. I had to fight the urge to whimper as I made my way slowly to the showers; so I sighed.
Torn is such a bastard. And so is my damn libido! I turned on the water, as cold as it would go and stepped under the frigid spray. My breath came out in a shivering gasp as I lift my left arm to brace myself against the wall, his forehead pressing to the cool, cream colored tile.
Damn… First I was cold and miserable. Now I'm cold and horny! Ooh, I swear that elf'll get what's coming to him. A soft growl leaves my lips as the erection ever so slowly, went away.
I really didn't even want to get clean anymore. I just wanted to go top sleep…And maybe bitch slap Torn. Yea, slapping him sounded really nice. I turned off the water and gave myself a shake, tossing my hair back, feeling it floof once more. Yea, another thing about my hair; It stays like that. I don't brush it, I don't style it. Ever since I was a kid, the shit has stood straight up. Yea, it fell when it grew out, but that doesn't mean that stupid little curl is on purpose. Not that I really mind it, though. But it's just something that irks me.
Drying myself off, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and peeked out the door.
A sigh of relief as I realize that Torn was not there anymore, and he wouldn't attack me. I slunk towards my bunk and pulled a pair of night pants from my trunk at the foot of the bed. I pulled them on and I don't remember anything after my head hit the pillow.
Mmm…Pillows.
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