DISCLAIMER: We had already asked Death by Frenchbread's permission to make use of her OCs, mainly Giacomo and Eandre, for the construction of the conclusion of her fic: The Domineering Presence of a Rotten Banana. We suggest you read it before this sequel here, it's quite nice.

Eliminating the Domineering Presence of the Rotten Banana

Oneshot

There were no more tears left to shed for such childish games of a passing era.

Death stole away upon the pulsing life within boundless inspiration and left, in its wake, a baby resolve among the ashes of so much pain.

With Oliver and Eandre aside, Giacomo and Enrique's renewed time together was unfortunately short-lived. The blonde's boyfriend was reconsidering...and that was the final straw.

In this war, he was the victor.

He at last found the peace not to care whether Eandre and Giacomo got back together as a couple, multiplying their illimitable love tenfold because it had been so ruthlessly suppressed from periods of indecisiveness.

Oliver was once more returning from Tralala Land and had unceremoniously vented out his frustrations on the intolerable Eandre during the first gimmick he and Enrique had after quite a long absence. It was quite amusing to know that even the kindest of beings walking on the planet would not like one bit of the poor man's existence...except for Giacomo though.

Then there was a new war. An exciting war that would involve their world and all the sentiments of the people who cared. It was exploitation at a terribly pleasurable expense...

Jealousy was not the right term for it. Perhaps the movement came close to 'Hell yeah! Let's all gang up on Eandre because he's such a jerk and I want to put my two cents in helping the destruction of his sanity! Get round to rubbing it in his face that people hate his guts and that he has to care about it!'

Sadism was seen at its best as infinite tortures so meticulously planned by those who hated Eandre slowly flickered to life and took toll. Their various underground activities would appear boring typewritten compared to when you're in the scene of the deed.

Giacomo was ignorant and lily-livered as to bother what his boyfriend was getting him-stupid-self into. On a scale, the pair would soon be left to rot alone while everyone else became their dreams and no longer looked to the past for things they did not need.

Enrique said, despite being successfully out of love, that it was his turn now. Everyone's turn. No one knew many people wanted to see Eandre collapse from within.

It was no longer a question of love or friendship...but a silent, inopportune revolution to a fitting, unwitting victim.

He wouldn't know what hit him!

Newton's Third Law of Motion: Action and Reaction

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by OoOhWee and The Vague Theatre (bows)