Blank Hill -- Part 4
Quillin Xarxes
Bet you wondered where this went...
WARNING- The same warning as with Parts 1,2 and 3. This is yaoi, and it looks like it will become hentai but never does.
NOTE- I hit a fricking writer's block, so this is going to be the most chopped up part... I promise I will try to make it make some sense ^_^ but I might not.
James up the next morning to the door opening and a woman poking her head inside.
"GAAAA!!!" James yelled.
"Whoops..." the woman yelled, her eyes the size of cereal bowls, "I'm so sorry..."
"You'd better be sorry!" James yelled.
"I'm just room service. Do you mind if I check something?"
James just looked at her, "The only thing we did in this room was sleep, we didn't use anything else. I would rather you went away."
"Oh..." she said, "OK." She then walked out.
"James?" Butch asked, "Who was that?"
"It was the room service lady." James said as he wrapped his arms around Butch, "She wanted to 'check something.'"
"Why didn't you let her?"
"Well... I dunno. I just didn't want to deal with anything, I guess."
"Can't blame you. Goodnight."
James pushed Butch about a foot to the other side, "You need to get up."
"Grrr..."
"Oh well, I wanna sleep too." James fell back asleep.
Butch got back up, "I might as well go check this place out more."
To his surprise, the entire town was buzzing. There were children crowding into the little schoolhouse, women chatting near the hair salon, and men trying to impress those women. A big change from last night! Suddenly, all eyes were on Butch, and the town was silent.
"Mommy?" a little boy standing next to his mother said, "Is that that fag Ms. Stevens was telling us about?
Butch's eyes widened upon hearing the little boy say this. Not that he didn't believe it himself, but hearing this little boy say it just made him hot.
The kid's mother just pulled him inside, Butch couldn't tell if it was because she was embarrased or she thought he was just plain evil. Either way, he didn't want to go anywhere anymore. He sat down on a park bench and put his head in his hands, he had a throbbing headache and looking at all the people just made it worse. They didn't really even think of him as a person.
"Well, Meowth, I guess we're on our own." Jessie said as she walked through the woods.
"Yeah..." Meowth dragged out. He missed James.
Jessie didn't want to admit it, but she missed James too. She hated herself for the hateful sounding words that had spewed from her lips that night James left Team Rocket... and her. She thought to herself, "I hope we can find him so I can say I'm sorry. But it's too late..." A tear sprang from her eye.
Meanwhile, the old gun closet in the Morgan household cracked open, and a gun was pulled out.
"I'll kill the little faggot." James' dad said as he loaded the gun with a shaky fist and walked out the door. He was drunk. Really drunk. And he would do anything to stop what was going on between his son and the kid next door.
Ack... that was short. I'm sorry. Notice, it's not rated R anymore, I just don't think it deserves such a strong rating.
Quillin Xarxes
Bet you wondered where this went...
WARNING- The same warning as with Parts 1,2 and 3. This is yaoi, and it looks like it will become hentai but never does.
NOTE- I hit a fricking writer's block, so this is going to be the most chopped up part... I promise I will try to make it make some sense ^_^ but I might not.
James up the next morning to the door opening and a woman poking her head inside.
"GAAAA!!!" James yelled.
"Whoops..." the woman yelled, her eyes the size of cereal bowls, "I'm so sorry..."
"You'd better be sorry!" James yelled.
"I'm just room service. Do you mind if I check something?"
James just looked at her, "The only thing we did in this room was sleep, we didn't use anything else. I would rather you went away."
"Oh..." she said, "OK." She then walked out.
"James?" Butch asked, "Who was that?"
"It was the room service lady." James said as he wrapped his arms around Butch, "She wanted to 'check something.'"
"Why didn't you let her?"
"Well... I dunno. I just didn't want to deal with anything, I guess."
"Can't blame you. Goodnight."
James pushed Butch about a foot to the other side, "You need to get up."
"Grrr..."
"Oh well, I wanna sleep too." James fell back asleep.
Butch got back up, "I might as well go check this place out more."
To his surprise, the entire town was buzzing. There were children crowding into the little schoolhouse, women chatting near the hair salon, and men trying to impress those women. A big change from last night! Suddenly, all eyes were on Butch, and the town was silent.
"Mommy?" a little boy standing next to his mother said, "Is that that fag Ms. Stevens was telling us about?
Butch's eyes widened upon hearing the little boy say this. Not that he didn't believe it himself, but hearing this little boy say it just made him hot.
The kid's mother just pulled him inside, Butch couldn't tell if it was because she was embarrased or she thought he was just plain evil. Either way, he didn't want to go anywhere anymore. He sat down on a park bench and put his head in his hands, he had a throbbing headache and looking at all the people just made it worse. They didn't really even think of him as a person.
"Well, Meowth, I guess we're on our own." Jessie said as she walked through the woods.
"Yeah..." Meowth dragged out. He missed James.
Jessie didn't want to admit it, but she missed James too. She hated herself for the hateful sounding words that had spewed from her lips that night James left Team Rocket... and her. She thought to herself, "I hope we can find him so I can say I'm sorry. But it's too late..." A tear sprang from her eye.
Meanwhile, the old gun closet in the Morgan household cracked open, and a gun was pulled out.
"I'll kill the little faggot." James' dad said as he loaded the gun with a shaky fist and walked out the door. He was drunk. Really drunk. And he would do anything to stop what was going on between his son and the kid next door.
Ack... that was short. I'm sorry. Notice, it's not rated R anymore, I just don't think it deserves such a strong rating.