First Fight

A/N: I honestly have no idea why I wrote this. It was just an impulse at six in the morning. But I wanted to do a fight scene between Dib and Mystie, and have it escalate into violence.

Disclaimer: Nothing but Mystie and my ideas.

Mysteria "Mystie" Connor thought she had finally found love. The 18-year-old girl had met Dib Membrane in sixth grade, and they`d started dating at age 13. Now they had graduated, and were engaged. They had been living together in a small apartment close to the city where they`d grown up, close to his family and her memories. Life seemed perfect, until they had the fight.

Mystie pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up on her nose and tightened the belt on her scarlet and navy robe as she glared up at the clock. It read 1:45 a.m., and she was ticked. He was supposed to be home at 11, and he was still MIA nearly three hours later. She twirled the lock of navy hair that had fallen out of her bun, as was her habit. A small squeak from the front door made her amethyst eyes dart to see wh was entering. They promptly flashed in anger as her fiance tried to sneak in. "Where have you been?" She hissed, making him jump. She stormed over and stood before him, her pale face holding the look of a woman scorned.

"What are you talking about?" Dib asked, nervousness and fear underlying in his voice. "You SAID you got off at eleven. Here you are, nearly three hours later, and you didn`t call or anything. So what were you doing?" She demanded. Suddenly, she caught a whiff of a familiar and hated scent. "Oh my God, you were drinking again?" She hissed, stepping back. Now she normally didn`t mind him having a drink every now and then, but when he stayed out till nearly 2 a.m. and came home reeking of it? That`s where she drew the line.

"Mystie, I`m eighteen!" He shouted. "Exactly! You can`t even legally drink! And shush, people are trying to sleep." She hissed. "NO!" He boomed, his voice full of a sudden thunder that startled her. "You are NOT my keeper, woman!" "This is why I hate it when you drink! You`re a mean drunk!" She yelled. He reached out and shoved her, making her crash to the blue carpet with a muffled thump. "I`m perfectly in control!" He shouted, now towering over her. "No you`re not. Sweetheart, listen, you aren`t yourself when you drink." She pleaded, trying to reason with him. "SHUT UP!" He roared, shoving her back down as she attempted to get up. "No, I`m not gonna shut up! You need to listen!" She whimpered, bordering tears. To her surprise and fear, he reached into the closet and grabbed a handgun.

"Say that again." He dared her, pointing the gun at her forehead. She gasped, cringing in horror. Her eyes finally let the tears pass, and she was sobbing on the ground with her fiance holding her at gunpoint. This was her childhood all over again. But this time, she may not live to tell the tale. "Look at the proud Mystie Connor now! Crying like a little girl!" He laughed cruelly, the gun never wavering. "Dib..." She choked through the tears, looking up at him pleadingly. "Don`t I matter? Don`t you love me?" His arm relaxed a bit as the aftermath of the alcohol began to subside, taking with it the memory of why he was doing this. "Mystie? Ow, my head..." He mumbled, swaying slightly. Deciding to risk getting shoved down again, she ungracefully clambored to her feet and took his arm. She took the gun out of his hand and led him over to the couch, where she let him sit.

"Honey, I wish you`d stop drinking." She sighed. "What did I do this time?" The paranormal investigator inquired, half curious and half afraid. "You...you were threatening to shoot me." She admitted, refusing to meet his eyes. "Myst..." Her boyfriend said solemny, taking her hand. She looked into his eyes, which were full of regret. "I promise, I`ll never drink again as long as I live." He assured her. She smiled. "Thanks honey. I can finally go to sleep. Love you." She whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you too, angel. Always have, always will." He replied. Mystie walked towards the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Dib leaned back and tried to settle his pounding head, when he heard a scream, a shot, and a thud from their room. "MYSTIE!" He shouted, and raced to his wife-to-be.