BCY: Ok, before you start reading this story, I would like to make sure you've read my other story, Frosted Hearts first. This story is pretty much an AU version of it, so it'll probably be much more enjoyable if you read the former before reading this. There's similar characters, similar pairings, and some things that you should probably know from Frosted Hearts before reading this story. Oh, and another thing. This is YAOI! *faints with awesomeness* Yaoi yaoi and more delicious yaoi. There isn't any in the first chapter, but just to let you know, it's rated M for a reason! Well, without further ado, on with the story!
The shrill sound of the bell reached the raven-haired boy's ears, but he paid it no mind. He had lunch next anyway, so it didn't really matter. As the rest of the class made the usual mad rush out the classroom, he closed the Braille book on his desk and dropped it in his bag with an indignant thud.
The boy was rather short for his age, with a lean body and dull, soot-colored eyes. Despite his height, his personality was quite…different, to say the least.
I swear, when I become a dictator, I'll make it mandatory for high school kids to shut the hell up, he thought darkly. The boy took his time, feeling his way toward the door and closer toward the ever-so-loud hallways. The desks and chairs were always so cluttered. Why couldn't people learn how to be at least a little organized? It would make his life much easier. It would also be easier if they just left him alone.
"Heeeeeeeey, Grey! Where are you going?"
Well damn.
The smaller boy rolled his half lidded eyes and sighed. If Grey actually had the ability of vision, he would he his idiot brunette friend leaping over various desks (and people) toward him.
"What the heck do you want, moron?" Grey grumbled. "Pine, I swear you're like a pre-schooler on crack."
"That's not very nice!" The taller boy pouted. "Besides, if I were, you'd be even more pre-schoolly than me since you're like a foot shorter!"
That son of a-! Despite being unable to see, Grey gave his friend a well-aimed kick to the stomach. Much to his dismay, Pine leapt out of reach all the while making silly faces that he couldn't see. Not that he was complaining.
"If you have nothing important to say, I'll be leaving," He said with a glare.
Grey had made it a habit to make eye contact when talking to someone or when spoken to. Luckily, no one at Carina High knew he was blind except for a certain few and of course the teachers. He had refused to use a cane or one of those seeing-eye dogs even though the school offered them free of charge. There was no way he was going to live through people giving him those pitying looks that he can't even see. He had enough crap to deal with as it is.
Pine gave him his trademark toothy grin, placing a hand on the shorter boy's should as he guided him down the hall.
"You're such a grouch Grey. You should know that everything I say is important!"
"Yeah." Grey sighed, deciding not to argue.
"Yay! Finally someone acknowledges my awesomeness!" Pine beamed cheerfully. Grey felt the air move as the brunette made some sort of fist pump motion. "Anyway, your brother asked me to walk you to the café today. You haven't been eating lunch, have you?"
"That asshole…" Grey growled and shook the hand off his shoulder. "What I do is none of his business."
"Aw, you know he's just worried. He is a tad overprotective and possessive though," Pine mused. The hair on the back of Grey's neck tingled as he felt the brunette move his arm to tap his chin thoughtfully. Pine back a sudden gasp. "Could it be? Ah, Grey, I knew it!"
"What kind of weird fantasy are you dreaming up this time? " The blind boy huffed. Reaching out, he felt the newly painted walls for that familiar crack. Oh good, they were getting close to the library.
"You and your brother have a secret romantic affair!"
Grey found himself choking on air. What!
"It makes perfect sense! That's why he's so unnaturally caring around you!" Pine squealed. Grey was seriously questioning the kid's sanity right about now. "And you're unhappy cuz he's hanging around too much with Aster!"
"You seriously need to get your brain checked," Grey sighed. That is, if you even have one. "That's definitely not the reason why I hate him. My brother Pyro is a complete-"
He was interrupted by Pine making an overdramatic swooning motion. "Ah! That's even worse! Pyro must be forcing himself on you and inappropriately touching you in your sleep!"
Grey stopped walking, his hair being ruffled from the breeze coming in from a nearby window. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the taller boy by the collar of his shirt and flung him through the open frame leading to the wonderful pavement outside. Smirking upon hearing a satisfying crunch, he made his way toward the library.
Oh, and Pine? He'll be fine. It's not like this was the first time.
(…)
Usually, on a good day, Grey would be able to make his way through seven books by the time lunchtime ended (they were all Braille). Today, he spent the first 20 minutes reading the same sentence enough times for him to remember it when he turns 70. Why? Simply because the librarian was there.
Usually the school librarian, Mrs. Corn (more like Corny, Grey thought with disdain) was busy slacking off in her office and forcing all her paperwork on her helper, Mist. Today however, Grey found himself listening to her many ramblings as he pondered why Arceus was punishing him so.
Although the blind boy couldn't see her, he could tell very well that Mrs. Corn was as wide as she was tall (which was why they had to tear down many doors and replace them with larger ones) and that she was one annoying bitch. For some odd reason, this woman had the delusion that Grey was an innocent, 8-year-old who was in need of adult attention and love. Yeah, you see the problem? This old lady is even worse than his brother!
"Grey dear, you really should be eating more. Look at you! I remember at the beginning of this year how you were such a cute and chubby little child. Come with me, I'll treat you to some ice cream in the café!" Mrs. Corn said like a preschool teacher talking to a newborn.
I swear, when I become a dictator, this woman will be locked in a room full of snapping turtles for what remains of her miserable life, Grey mused violently in his head. As he made other plans for Mrs. Corn's painful demise, he forced a strained smile and kindly refused.
"Mrs. Corn, I think I'll manage fine on my own," He said in an involuntary sweet voice.
"Ah, yes. I really shouldn't be so overprotective. You kids have grown up after all. Why, I remember in my day-"
Like when? In the Jurassic period? Grey growled in his head. It was right about here that he tuned the woman's voice out of his ears and focused back on his book. For a few blessed minutes, he managed to get closer into the story without disturbance. He didn't even notice that the woman had given up on communicating with him and left. This is one of the very few moments in a person's life where it is possible to catch a small, content smile on Grey's face.
Of course, Arceus seemed to be bent on cursing the poor blind kid, cuz his attention was mercilessly ripped from his book with a resounding bang! Grey jumped, sightless eyes swimming around the room out of habit. The sound of the library door slamming and shuffling feet met his ears before he felt someone frantically scrambling under his desk.
Eyebrows raised, he waited. The library door opened once more and several pairs of footsteps were heard. After a few winded whispered, they left in haste.
The guy under desk slowly crawled out under him and said breathlessly, "Are they gone?"
Grey rolled his eyes. "Oh, you're asking me? The blind kid?"
Creeping up into the chair next to him, the kid laughed. Grey scanned him over slowly. He felt slightly taller than himself, and had a rather coarse voice that oddly suited him. Even stranger about him was how he smelled so strongly of blood. Nothing fresh though, thankfully.
"Who are you?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing. The other boy chuckled and leaned against Grey's chair leisurely.
"For someone that's blind, you sure are feisty," He remarked.
"That's besides the point." Grey huffed. "Why the heck do you have people after you?"
The kid shrugged. "Who knows? Humans can be crazy animals sometimes. Don't let it bother you too much." The other boy grinned and leaned in closer to Grey, making him flinch. "Anyway, why do you ask? Are you worried?"
"As if!" Grey rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I just felt like I have the right to know the name of the guy that's trying to hide under my desk."
"My name hm?" The kid mused and rested back on his chair, putting his feet casually on the desk. "I'm five foot six, have blonde hair, amber eyes, and always wear an orange jacket."
"That's completely and utterly useless." Grey growled in annoyance, emphasizing his dull grey, sightless eyes.
"That's the point, isn't it?" He laughed before jumping out of his seat and made his way toward the door. Turning back toward him, he smirked. "See ya around, o' feisty one."
Geez, what a weird guy, the blind boy mused disdainfully. He rubbed his nose, the smell of blood lingering in his mind.
(…)
"…in recent news, several bodies of victims have been found all over the city. It should be noted that the bodies have been slashed to the point beyond recognition and most of the blood within the victims have been purposely bled out. Officers have deduced that these cases were all done by the same person and it is likely that this serial murderer is mentally insane. It is cautioned for all citizens to stay indoors after dark. Now, on to sports! The basketball-"
Grey clicked the remote and laid back on the couch thoughtfully. Slashed so that they bled almost everything huh? Could it be that the kid he met in the library today is the murderer? Nah, can't be. It's not like this is a movie or something. There are a lot of bad people at his school, but they weren't killers. At least, he hoped not.
The blind boy was home, in the small, two-story house that he shared with his brother. Being only a 5 minute walk from school, it was basically turned into a hangout for all their friends in the afternoon.
Pyro, his brother, was currently in the kitchen with his boyfriend (Not officially. They still think no one knows about their relationship. Pfft, idiots.) busily cooking up something for everyone. The older sibling was almost the opposite of his younger brother. Tall, with rather toned muscles, Pyro pretty much dwarfed Grey in comparison. His bright red hair also stood out whenever he ran around in the school basketball team.
Grey sighed and turned his attention back to what he was doing. Pine's friend, Ren, unfortunately got himself beaten up and since he was the expert with first aid, it meant he was the one who had to patch him up.
Oh yeah, and please notice what was said above. Pine's friend. Not his friend. Quite frankly, he hated Ren's guts. He had muscles, like his brother, and black, spiky hair was cut well over his broad shoulders. And he was a jerk. Smirking slightly to himself, Grey quietly mused how he was going to send flowers to whoever beat him up.
And whoever it was did a good job too. The guy's stomach was covered in bruises and a deep cut ran over his cheek, bleeding a bit. Grey dabbed roughly at it with cotton soaked with disinfectant, causing Ren to hiss.
"Take it easy will you? That stuff stings!" The spiky-haired teen complained. Grey rolled his eyes.
"If you didn't get yourself whatever trouble you caused, then I wouldn't have to do this." He snapped back. Ren fell quiet, mumbling under his breath as his blind companion continued to treat his wounds. Pyro slowly strode into the room carrying a large platter of sizzling, homemade pizza, grinning rather pitifully at Ren.
"Say, I heard that you picked a fight with that new kid," The redhead smirked. "Bit off more than you could chew, heh? That newbie did fight pretty well for being such a shorty."
"I would have beaten him to a pulp if Miss Dusk didn't butt in," Ren shot back, rubbing his sore neck. "I mean, you saw me! I pretty much had that kid begging on his knees!"
"Pfft, yeah right." Grey muttered, poking at a bruise. Ren hissed in pain. "That kid was holding back, I can tell. These bruises…he always pulled back at the last second, didn't he? I bet he's just a big softy. How could you lose to someone like that?"
"I didn't lose!" The spiky-haired teen insisted. There was a quiet pause in the room with only the sound of Ren's hissing and Aster (Pyro's boyfriend) washing dishes in the kitchen. Suddenly, the edges of his mouth curled up into a smirk.
"Say," Ren began smugly. "There was this ridiculous rumor going around this morning about you and Grey doing it."
Pyro's face immediately turned a curious shade of scarlet while Grey growled exasperatedly under his breath.
"Pine," The blind boy huffed, clearly pissed. "Where is that idiot anyway? I swear, when I find him, I'm gonna stuff his head up his-"
Quite suddenly, the front door flew open. Pine glided into the room, almost sparkling like a Disney princess that just got saved by a knight. The overdramatic look on his face caused the room's other occupants to sweatdrop rather awkwardly.
"Hiiiiiii guys~ You won't believe what just happened to me!" The brunette sang like he was recalling a tragic story.
"Did you finally find your brain?" Grey muttered under his breath. Pine didn't seem to hear him.
"I almost got mugged by a bunch of weirdo's on my way here! O' it was horrible! I was practically fighting for my life!" Pine placed the back of his hand on his forehead and pretended to faint. He waited a moment before jumped back up and continued with his story. "Then out of nowhere, this awesome-looking short kid came over and beat them all up and saved me! People can be so heroic these days! He even got me my wallet back (granted, it was ripped in half, but still)!"
"Oh, and who was this short kid?" Grey asked. He felt a voice in his head warning him of an oncoming disaster.
"Actually, it was the new guy from today! In fact, he was hurt too so I brought him over for Grey to treat. Hey, come in and say hi!" Pine called out cheerfully and flung open the door spectacularly as if he was showing off.
A short looking, pale boy, about Grey's age hesitated before making his way in. The boy was about 14 or so, with short, white hair and a baby blue sweatshirt. The face he was making looked unbelievably like a lost kitten. It was pretty cute actually (not that Grey could see it. He could tell from how the kid was breathing.) He glanced around the room meekly before introducing himself.
"Uh, hi. My name is Frost and it's nice to meet y- EEEEKKKK!"
The poor kid didn't even have a chance to duck before Ren tackled him like a savage beast. The sound of fists and cursing filled the room as the two of them practically tried to murder each other. Various household objects became projectiles as Pyro and Pine attempted to pull them apart.
Grey yawned and rubbed his eyes. It looks like he's gonna need some more first aid.
BCY: So, how do you like it? Please let me know! I love and cherish every reader, review, and ounce of support that I get! Thank you guys so much! :)
