DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothing. Not a thing. Not the characters, not the movie. Zip.
SUMMARY: Murtagh has been expelled from all the schools but one. Down to his last option he thinks its gonna suck majorly. He hates people and refuses to speak, and yet when a blond boy starts a conversation through note passing he finds emotions he hasn't felt in years, flare up and the pull to actually share words with the boy is very tempting.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I haven't ever read the books, so I'm going off the character's descriptions from the movie.
(Texts) 'Notes, writing'
Chapter One
This was the 5th school in the last 7 months. This shit hole was the last school in my district. I was told if I got expelled again, that was it. They would throw me back with my so called family. I refused to go back, I only just got away from the retched people, no way was I gonna go back. All the fights in the other school weren't even my fault. It's just people think they can mess with me and I wont do or say anything. They were obviously wrong cause they got the crap beat out of them. Now though, I'm at the end of the line. A last resort if you can call it that.
My name is Murtagh Morzanson. I'm a senior at Carvahal High and I hate it. I hate the people, I hate the classes. I hate myself.
I was escorted by a bottle blond about my age in a cheer leading uniform. Figures just my luck. The entire way to the classroom she would not shut up, she didn't even seem to notice that I wasn't listening or commenting. We stopped in front of a door with the name Mr. Galbatorix next to it.
"Here is your first period, its AP Lit and here is your class schedule. Have fun." The perky blond told me as she handed me my schedule, knocked and walked off. The door opened and I was dragged in.
"Class this is the new student you've all been chattering about." The man, who I assumed was Mr. Galbatorix, stated loudly and the class went silent. "Would you like to introduce yourself or shall I?" Galbatorix asked snidely. I just glared at him and then out at the rest of the students. "Alright then, I guess I will. Class this is Murtagh Morzanson. Murtagh you can go ahead and take a seat by Eragon. Eragon raise your hand." I watched as a blond boy toward the back of the class shyly raised his hand and I walked slowly over to him and sat in the seat next to him. Once the class averted ots attentions from me Eragon leaned over towards me,
"Hi. I'm Eragon Shadeslayer. You already knew that though." Eragon huffed a laugh as a blush rose to his face. I looked over at him blankly and our eyes met. I felt a jolt travel throughout my body as his blue eyes sparkled brightly and a small, shy smile lit his cute face.
'Cute? Where the hell had that thought come from?' Murtagh asked himself as he nodded at Eragon, who seemed only slightly disappointed by his response.
"Eragon! Don't talk to him! Don't you know who he is? He's nothing but trouble. You should know better than to talk to the freaks." A red head, sitting in front of the blond boy, said angrily to Eragon.
"What's your problem Arya? Don't be such a bitch." Eragon growled lowly at the red head. "Sorry Murtagh. Arya is known to be a complete and utter bitch. I don't think it helps that she's in love with me, and more than likely jealous." He rolled his eyes and shrugged. Murtagh raised his eyebrow in a silent question. "We used to go out freshmen year. Before I realized I liked her brother more than I did her." Eragon answered and blushed as he realized what he had just admitted. Murtagh huffed a laugh and bit his lip to keep his comments back.
'You hate people. You never laugh. What's so different about this kid?' Murtagh thought as he looked back to the girl, Arya, who was glaring at him. He held back another laugh as he shot his own glare right back causing her eyes to widen and averted her gaze back to Eragon. 'That's right you twat, I practically invented the death glare, you ain't got nothing on me.' He listened in as she started whispering to Eragon.
"You do know who he is right?" She asked Eragon who sighed loudly.
"Shut up Arya." He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling almost as if he was asking a higher power for the strength to ignore her.
"He's that guy who got expelled from every other school in the district. That's like 6 school's Eragon. Do you know what he did to get expelled? He beat the shit out of people for no reason. I heard he nearly killed a teacher too. Everyone says he doesn't speak cause his dad used to strangle him when he you know... bad touched him." She whispered to him furiously.
'This chick is gonna get shanked.'' Murtagh just chuckled throatily and saw Arya look at him like he was crazy and Eragon look at him curiously.
"Arya! Eragon! Pay attention. Stop talking or I'll give you detention!" Mr. Galbatorix yelled at them. They only nodded as they seemingly went back to reading a chapter in their textbooks. a few minutes later, a piece of folded up paper was tossed onto Murtagh's desk. Murtagh raised his eyebrow as he turned to look at Eragon who just nodded down at the note. Murtagh rolled his eyes but nonetheless, unfolded the paper before reading the neat handwritting.
'Is what she said true? Some of it sounds like complete bullshit, but is any of it true?' It said in small bold letters. Murtagh looked at the younger boy out of the corner of his eyes before he shrugged and decided to reply.
'What do you care kid?' Murtagh wrote in his chaotic but small handwritting before folding the paper back up and handing it back sneakily when Galbatorix had his back turned. A minute later the paper was thrown back onto his table top.
'Curiousity I suppose. Nothing ever happens in this town but you stand out. Not in a bad way or anything, your just different from all these people pretending to be perfect, your not trying to be someone your not. You know what I mean? And don't call me kid!' Murtagh felt his eyes widen at the neatly written words. This guy was bold when he didn't actually have to speak.
'Yes, I know what you mean. And no what she said wasn't all true. I was expelled by 5 schools not 6. I never hit anyone without a good reason and most of them were self defense. The teacher part was true, he tried to force himself on my friend Nasuada. And my father never "bad touched" me.' I tossed it back and saw the smile on Eragon's face as it landed in front of him, out of the corner of my eyes. Murtagh waited impatiently for Eragon's reply and felt himself wondering what the hell was wrong with my emotions today. Nearly ripping the paper in half in his hurry to open it, he took a deep breath and calmly read through it.
'So if you don't mind me asking, why don't you speak?' I looked to my left and met with piercing blue eyes. I looked back down at the note and contemplated telling the whole story.
'It's a long story, but mostly its punishment. So how did you and Arya ever start dating? You both seem way to different to ever be compatible.' Murtagh tried to shift the topic away from himself but Eragon just gave him a look like they would come back to it. Murtagh watched as Eragon wrote furiously fast.
'I moved here freshmen year after my uncle died and the first person I met was Saphira and Arya's brother, Griyl. I met Arya a week after and to tell you the truth she scared the shit out of me. She was demanding and pretty and I guess I was just overwhelmed, so when she asked me out I kind of didn't know how to say no and was terrified to say anything other than yes cause I thought she might kill me. I finally got the balls to break up with her during sophmore year and it was only after Saphira got me so drunk I nearly got alcohol poisoning, and after I had made out with Griyl and realized I enjoyed kissing him WAY more than I did her. Like a lot more.' Murtagh found himself laughing quietly to himself as he read through Eragon's comment.
'Why doesn't it surprise me that you were scared of a girl. It took you nearly two years to break up with a girl you knew you were unhappy with? Seriously? You put a lot of emphasis on way. Does Arya know you made out with her brother?' He heard Eragon huff out as he read what Murtagh had said.
'Don't judge me! She had very scary threats, and on top of that she's very homophobic. So much so that she has practically disowned Griyl. I emphasized way because when Arya and me kissed I never got.. well you know. But with Griyl it was just an instant reaction.' Even without looking at him, Murtagh could nearly hear the embarrassment in his written words.
'Oh I'm judging you kid. I'm judging you majorly. Chick's are crazy dude, especially red heads, what do you expect. Never got what?' Murtagh had an inkling as to what Eragon's "reaction" was but wanted to know for sure. He watched Eragon take a deep breath before he slowly started writing. A blush staining his cheeks a pretty pink.
'Your kind of an asshole you know that? Arya never got me-. I never got excited with her. With Griyl, once our lips touched, even with all the alcohol I had consumed, I was instantly hard. It was actually kind of embarrassing, I couldn't talk to him for like a week because I was so ashamed and confused.' Murtagh caught himself imagining what it would be like if he had been the one Eragon had kissed instead of this Griyl guy. He definitely wouldn't have let Eragon run of, he would have ravaged this innocent boy without any remorse. 'Damnit now I'm thinking about how it would feel to have Eragon laid out under me with only my name and moans slipping past his lips.' Murtagh shivered as he willed away the erection that began to make his pants extremely uncomfortable.
'Yes, I've been told that a lot actually. You dated her for almost 2 years and she never once noticed she never got you hard? Didn't you guys ever fool around at all? Either she's blind or she's just stupid. My money's on both.' Eragon laughed loudly,
"Eragon! What is so funny that it causes you to interupt my class?" Galbatorix started to walk quickly over to Eragon's desk, Murtagh knowing he would see the note and be an asshole, leaned over to Eragon's desk and ripped a piece of paper from his notebook, and also sneakily stealing the note back, before quickly writing,
'He was explaining to me what Literature period we were studying.' Murtagh wrote down quickly and handed it to Galbatorix.
"Mr. Morzanson, if you aren't going to speak than don't try to communicate at all." Galbatorix demanded pompusly.
"Umm. Sir that's actually not within your authority to say. Every student has the right to communicate the way he or she wishes. It's in the school's rule book." Murtagh looked over at Eragon as he spoke with such disrespect and clear hatred for Galbatorix.
"Shadeslayer! Detention! This is my classroom, therefore I can follow whatever rules I come up with." Galbatorix stated loudly and Murtagh rolled his eyes. He reminded him to much of Morzan. "Do not roll your eyes at me Morzanson! You can join Shadeslayer in detention after school today also." Galbatorix stated smugly. Murtagh growled loudly as Galbatorix stood infront of him waiting for him to talk back. Galbatorix stumbled slightly when he heard the deep growling emitting from the boy, backing away slowly he walked back to the front of the class and continued on with his lesson. Murtagh smirked as he looked back over to Eragon, who shook his head but still couldn't hide the smile on his face. Murtagh watched Eragon have a mini freak out as he search for the note, and then finally held it up where he could see before handing it back.
'She tried to blow me once. Worst night of my life. She just laughed and called me a loser. Any time she tried anything after that she just thought I was preoccupied with other things. So ya I'd say both too.' Eragon shrugged as he gave the note back just as the bell rang. Arya stood up and turned to Eragon and Murtagh couldn't help it, he started laughing before he tried to muffle them behind his fist. Arya stared at him with suspicion and disgust before she wrapped her arm around Eragon's and tried to drag him out of the class. Eragon grunted before shoving her off him and ripping his arm away.
"Jesus Arya. Get the hell of me! What the hell is your problem lately?" Eragon asked angrily as he leaned closer to Murtagh who watched the whole scene while collecting his new Lit textbook from the front. "Let me walk you to your next class 'Tag." Eragon said as he began to lead Murtagh out of the class. Murtagh raised his eyebrows but followed nontheless. They both heard Arya's angry squeal as they entered the hallway. "Let me see your class schedule." Eragon demanded. Murtagh pulled it ut of his back pocket and handed it over. Eragon looked it over before saying,
"We have all but 6th period together, but our classes are right next to each other. So I can show you around and all that." Eragon told him before Murtagh nodded. "I'm a junior so I'm surprised I have the same classes as you." Murtagh looked at him surprised.
'That means he's pretty smart taking all these upper classman classes.' Murtagh thought to himself asEragon shrugged.
"Don't look so surprised. It's offending." Eragon told him as he led him into their 2nd period class. "This is our math class, don't even bother paying any attention. Mrs. Angela is friggin crazy and she never assign's homework either." Eragon informed him as he walked to the two empty seats in the back row. As they sat down, Murtagh took a new sheet of paper from Eragon and wrote his phone number on it before handing it to him. "You want me to text you?" Eragon asked slowly. Murtagh nodded,
'You said we don't do anything in here, might as well stop writing it out. Besides I'm faster at texting.' Murtagh shrugged as he let a small smile cross his face as he watched Eragon enter his number into his phone and type something out. A minute later his pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone to read the text.
(You know Arya's gonna kill us right?) Murtagh rolled his eyes as he typed out,
(She can go blow a whale for all I care. That's why I perfer dudes. Less drama and less crazy.)Murtagh smirked as he heard Eragon muffle a gasp.
(A whale? I don't actually think that's possible.) Eragon replied after a shaky minute.
(That's not what you wanted to comment on.) Murtagh smirked. Mrs. Angela walked in, looked around the room and Murtagh sneered as her eyes landed on him.
"Murtagh correct? Welcome to Carvahal High." She said politely. Murtagh wrote thank you on the left over paper infront of him before he held it up to her. Angela's eyes widened and she walked over to stand infront of him.
"Are you mute?" She asked quietly. Murtagh nodded. "By choice or special disability?" Eragon spoke up for him.
"Choice." Angela looked over at Eragon surprised.
"You've made a wise choice in friends Murtagh, Eragon is a kind boy." She then made a few hand motions that Eragon had no idea what they meant but recognized it as sign language. Murtagh only blushed and gave a tiny nod. "Alright then I'll leave you two to do as you please." Angela smiled and walked back to the front of the class and sat down at her desk. Eragon just continued to stare at Murtagh confused. Murtagh picked up his phone and quickly typed,
(Stop staring at me like that.)
(Then tell me what she signed.) Eragon demanded stubbornly.
(Why does it matter?) Murtagh cross his arms defensly.
(Because it made you blush for one, and for two I'm pretty positive it had something to do with me.) Eragon glared at Murtagh as he waited.
(You look like a kicked puppy, stop with that look, its not scary or intimidating in the least.) Eragon only continued to "glare" and so Murtagh gave in. (Fine! She said you were also very cute and rather handsome, that we would look good when we finally got together.) Murtagh glared at the wall across from them refusing to look in Eragon's direction.
Eragon felt his face heat and knew a bright blush was now on his face. 'When they finally got together? Everyone does think Angela is a physic, maybe she saw me and Murtagh. What? No! Thats insane. Yet I still find myself hoping for it, he did say he likes guys so I at least have a chance. Shit I am so doomed, known the guy for barely 2 hours and I already have a crush on him.' Eragon groaned as he slammed his head onto the table. Murtagh jerked his head around to stare at Eragon and thought he might be grossed out by the suggestion, placing his hand on Eragon's shoulder and patting. Eragon jolted up and looked at Murtagh, realizing belatedly how close they were, Eragon looked down at Murtagh's pale pink lips as he watched, Murtagh bit his bottom lip and stared worringly at Eragon.
"Are you alright?" A deep, raspy voice asked Eragon lowly and he was broke out of his staring at Murtagh's lips as he realized they had moved with that voice.
"Holy shit you spoke! And you have a sexy voice how is that fair?" Eragon blurted and then realized what he said and looked away from the handsome boy to hide the bright blush that he could feel all the way down to his chest. 'Shit I said that out loud! I'm an idiot! God but his voice really is sexy, I've got goosebumps to prove it.' Eragon slammed his head back against his table.
"Your still speaking out loud Eragon." Murtagh whispered than cleared his throat, "And thank you. Sorry I gave you goosebumps... I think." Murtagh smirked at Eragon as he watched the blush travel from the tip of his ears past the collar of his shirt. 'I'd like to follow that blush all the down.' He thought to himself as he shivered, his entire body had a tingly feeling to it.
"Ughh! I hate my life! This is embarrassing. I'm just gonna stop talking now before I blurt out anything else." Eragon made a zipping motion over his lips.
"So there's more to tell?" Murtagh's voice was rapidly fading and by the end of his question, was nearly inauidable. Eragon just put his finger against Murtagh's lips in a shushing manner. Murtagh smirked as he kissed the fingers against his mouth and watched the blush somehow darken.
"You shouldn't speak anymore." Eragon told him softly.
(Thought you liked my voice kid?) Murtagh typed out without looking away from Eragon.
"I do, you just need to get used to using your voice again from the sounds of it, its been a long time since you've used it." Eragon shrugged and tried to explain nonchalantly.
(About 6 1/2 months.)
"How the hell do you go that long without speaking?!" Eragon asked loudly, and got a glare from Murtagh when he saw how much attention it drew.
(Idiot. I don't have people I need nor, want to talk to.) Murtagh commented absentmindedly but Eragon could see the loneliness in his eyes.
"Well now you have me, and you can't get rid of me so don't even try." Eragon told him confidently.
(You won't be saying that in a week, I can guarantee.) Murtagh sighed depressingly, there was obviously a story there. Eragon added it to the things he would bring up later.
"You wanna make a bet?" Eragon flirted cautiously. Even though Murtagh may have started it with the finger kiss thing, Eragon was not gonna get laughed at cause he misread a situation.
(Sure. How much you willing to put down?) Murtagh was wearing that hot "I'm a badass and I know it" smirk when Eragon looked at him again.
"How about you tell me the long story of your muteness over a couple hours of video games and classic movies if I win?" Eragon hesitatingly offered and smiled when he recieved a nod.
(If I win, I want you to ask out Griyl.) Murtagh looked up from his phone and watched the shocked look cross Eragon's face.
"What, Why?" Eragon asked incrediously.
(You've got a thing for him, or at least your dick does, and if I win than there won't be any hot guy keeping Arya from trying to jump your bones.) Murtagh calmly watched another one of Eragon's mini freak outs.
"Ya but if I ask out Griyl and he says yes than Arya will jump my bones, just in the murdering way and not the sex way." Eragon glared at Murtagh who laughed and then muffled it into the elbow of his arm. "You have a nice laugh you shouldn't try to cover it up." Eragon added absentmindedly.
(You said that out loud Eragon.) Murtagh told him and Eragon just rolled his eyes.
"How about this if you win, I'll ask out a guy. No one specific alright?" Eragon compromised and was happy when Murtagh nodded his consent.
"Its a deal." That low rasp said to him as he reached out his hand to shake. Eragon looked at Murtagh's hand before gripping it in his own and shakings.
"Deal." Eragon hoped he didn't come to regret this anytime soon.
END NOTE: This was my first time writing a Eragon fanfiction. I like this pairing a lot actually, I don't know if its just because Garrett Hedlund (Because c'mon people, he's HOT) or what but I just like writing them.
Anyway show the love bro's, tell me what you think of it so far.