A/N: Okay. So, this is a HUMANSTUCK fanfiction. c: So they're all humans.

Warnings: Involve

s yaoi, explicit material, cursing, ect, ect, ect. Translation? Not for kiddies.

Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie.

~*~Chapter One~*~

Eridan Ampora walked down the sidewalk, his purple sneakers scuffing against the concrete. A frown was deep on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't bother to brush his mahogany hair out of his chestnut eyes. What was the point, really? It would just fall back, and then he'd have to repeat the process over and over.

He frowned deeper, pausing at the edge of the sidewalk. He stared down at the road, eyes looking at the blueish black pavement. He bit down on his lower lip, teeth gnawing at the tender flesh. Blood beaded on his lip and he lapped it up deftly. He shuddered gently at the bitter taste then looked up, seeing if there were any cars approaching.

The coast was clear- or it at least seemed to be, so he stepped out, head ducking again as he surveyed the ground with great interest. He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes momentarily. A moment was all that was needed.

A blaring horn, the screeching of tires and a frightened yell snapped Eridan out of his pity party. He jerked his head up, chestnut eyes wide as he took in the sight of a car running towards him rapidly. He put his arms up to shield his frail body.

It wasn't enough.

Sollux Captor was waiting.

Waiting outside the hospital room for a guy he didn't even know the name of- was it Eri? Eric? Edgar? Maybe that was it.- with an expression that spoke of both worry and guilt. Mainly guilt though.

Because even though he didn't know the name of they guy he had hit- and possible killed-, Sollux Captor was a good person. And good people feel guilty about things like that.

He exhaled slowly, closing his bright blue and dark amber eyes. He ran a lithe hand through his honey-blonde hair, frowning deeply. He leaned against the wall, crossing his legs and tapping one red sneakered foot in slight impatience. He wished he could just know how much he had hurt this guy and get it over with.

Of all things, Sollux Captor was not a patient person.

Eventually, the white door opened, and a nurse dressed in starched white cotton came out, looking grim. "Sollux Captor?" she asked slowly, boredly almost.

"Yeth?" He asked quietly, looking up. He frowned as the word came out with a lisp. He really, really hated his lisp... But he really did hope that this... Edgar? Person was alright. Even if he barely knew him. And didn't care to know him further.

"Are you here to see Mr. Ampora?"

"Who?"

"Mr. Ampora? Eridan Ampora?"

"Um... yes. I think so." Might as well guess. If it wasn't the right person, he could just excuse himself for something or the other. The nurse nodded gravely.

"Follow me."

Sollux followed diligently, a deep frown etched on his face. His mismatched red and blue sneakers clomped loudly on the polished, soft lime green tiles of the hospital corridor. The nurse looked back at him agitatedly, and he slowed his footsteps in an attempt to be more quiet.

Before long, they reached a room with the number 185 etched on it.

"Go right in." the nurse said, opening the door with a soft click. Sollux strode into the dim room. Seated at the bed, half-asleep, was a battered and bruised Eridan Ampora.

Sollux frowned. His heterochromic eyes searched the bruised face, and his teeth dug into his lower lip.

"Um... Eridan?" he asked slowly.

"W-what?" the boy stuttered, frowning slightly. His perfect white teeth dug into his lower lip, and he scowled slightly at the blonde boy in front of him.

"Oh... Tho it ith you." the blonde said darkly, turning his head away. As much he hated to admit it to himself... This guy? He was adorable. A messy yet perfect mop of mahogany hair with purple bangs; large, expressive chestnut eyes with thick black lashes framing them; high cheekbones with a permanent rosy tint to them that accentuated his thin, ovalish face. His fair skin tone. His thick-framed, douchey yet somehow adorable glasses were perched on his perfectly shaped nose. Sollux exhaled.

Get a grip. He commanded himself. Say something intelligent. "Tho... thorry for hitting you in my car..." He winced. Yikes. That sounded... Awful.

Eridan winced as well, though probably in pain, not disgust at his stupidity. "Yeah. It hurt. A lot." he said, frowning deeply. "And I do expect you to pay for all these damages."

Sollux was snapped out of his reverie. "Wait, what?" he asked, shock registering across his face.

"Well, of course." Eridan said, like they were talking about the price of bread. "You didhit me... And you did cause me a lot of pain..." he said, trailing off and looking expectantly at Sollux.

"No. I'm not going to. It'th your own damn fault for going out in the road when the thtop thymbol was clearly dithplayed." he snapped, his lisp worsening. Perhaps he was overreacting. Perhaps.

"Hmph. Well, maybe, if you weren't such a shitty driver, we would be in this mess." Eridan said coolly, "Maybe you wouldn't be in this mess. Or, most importantly, maybe I wouldn't be in this mess."

"Most importantly?" Goddamn, just who did this douche think he was? Sollux gritted his teeth in anger. "Lithen, pal. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I am not a thitty driver."

"Wait. A thitty driver? Thitty?" Eridan let out a laugh. "Are you serious? I believe it's pronounced shitty."

"Mind your own Goddamn buthineth." Sollux snapped.

"Hmph. I think I'd like you to leave now. But I'll be contacting you soon enough." Eridan said coldly. "Because I intend for you to pay." he said coldly, turning his nose up. Sollux clenched his fists tighter, nails digging into his palm. He resisted the impulse to walk over there and smack this prick across the face.

"Fine." he said in an equally cold tone. He turned around and strode towards the door. "But I am not paying for your thitty mithaketh." he said darkly, walking out and slamming the door.

He stomped down the hallway, enraged. Just who the fuck did this Eridan think he was? He gritted his teeth, fuming.

He was not going to be paying for repairs.

...Even if he did feel a bit attracted to this person.