A/N: Awww. It's an actual Klonoa fic. That's actually about him. I wanna keep this up. .. It's gonna have whoever I feel like adding. I don't need to give a disclaimer, I don't own jack shit.
HURHUR, YAOI. Creepy yaoi, at that. Okay. If you don't like what I'm about to write, there's a X button the innernetz made specifically fer fookerz like you. No flaming at all. I can't tolerate yer God damn shit. This should prolly have a mature rating... for either this chapter or future ones. I dunno. I'll put it as so just in case.
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--Klonoa's POV.--
He looked at me with the upmost disfigured of eyes. So sad, so hurt... yet, they were so insane and hateful. The different colours added in to the oddness factor. Janga was only a few feet apart from myself, panting heavily and bleeding like crazy. I had really done this much damage to him? The way he talked made him pose to be so much stronger... kind of a bummer at the lack of a challenge to my heroism. But, still... his expression...
"Kid, you fuckin' son... of a bitch... don't expect this t' be over..." he growled, baring his teeth in a psychotic, threatening manner. I couldn't respond. I didn't really want to. The more I stare at him, the more sympathetic I'm becoming... and I haven't a clue on what's coming over me. Why fall for this madman, whom Guntz despises the most? Why him, of all people?
"Well? 'Re ya even gonna bother respondin'? Yer startin' t' piss me off even worse."
Well...? I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My body's taking control of what I mentally told myself to do, and I have no choice over it. I started walking to Janga slowly, my arms opening up to take hold. I was expecting a good response, I wanted a good response... but I got a set of claws slicing across my cheek. And that's all I could remember after that point.
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Now... I've woken up? ...Must be dead. There's no way I could survive his poison claws a second time. It took a couple moments to adjust to the lighting... just to notice I've awoken inside a hospital. How the hell would I have managed to get here? Noone was within any hearing distance around me and Janga... how disgustingly complicated. Then I realized...
He was sitting there... Janga was sitting right next to my bed, staring irritatedly at a news channel. Why... the hell... would he ever bother...? My staring got him to shift his eyes to me before turning to completely look.
"Ah, so yer awake now? Fantastic." he said in a tone that sounded dulled and sarcastic. I sat myself upright to have a good face-to-face look at him while we talked.
"Umm... wh... how'd I get here?" I asked nervously, afraid of how he'd respond... since the last time. "And how long have I been here?" the man shrugged, leaning himself back to slump in the too-small-for-him chair.
"One... I brought ya here. I wuz tired o' seein' ya hurt like that." Janga simply said with great lack of emotion, "Two. Jus' overnight. Not that long. And..." he paused for a moment, frowning, "Stop starin' at me like that, it's frustratin'." the last sentence made me blink and instantly look out the window.
"Errr... sorry..." I said in a low voice, curious on if he even heard it. Hard to tell, his attention was seemingly drawn back to the tv. I flopped myself backwards gently before letting out a soft, long ol' sigh. Right as I began to close my eyes, Janga decided to take chance to talk.
"I don' know whut it is... but you jus' remind me o' Butz." he said without moving a muscle. I responded as if I was talking casually to a friend.
"And Guntz doesn't? ...He is Butz's son, after all."
"Yeah... I guess 'is whelp does, too. Jus' a lot more agressive an' stubborn. You, on th' other hand... you have a lot more fire ignited in ya. You look like you got th' most will to fight, er shit like that..." he let off another shrug.
"More... fire?" I asked with much interest.
"Errr... ferget it. I didn't say shit, okay? Just shut up 'n' ferget about it 'fore I decide t' kill you right now." Janga snapped, coming over to me to rub his claws against my neck, obviously showing he means business with his words. I just smiled playfully, holding onto his claws to jerk him forward, forcing our noses to touch. He was going to take rude action on this, but stopped himself quickly to see what I was gonna do next.
"Janga... I doubt you'd honestly do that to me." I whispered, licking his lips before giving him a fully made kiss. I could feel the hesitance rising inside him, but he quickly gave in and let it happen. Hell, he even returned the kiss. This was by far my weirdest experience, but it definately felt good. That's all I care about. It's his attitude and appearance that's bringing me to do this. We held for a few minutes before he pulled back, his face saying he wasn't sure on how he should act on this. I simply smiled up at him, which made him attempt what looked like a smile.
"Just... just get better, 'kay? I'll come by 'n'... check 'n' see how yer doin' tomorrow er... somethin." Janga forced out of his mouth, then hurried out the door as fast as he could go, looking like he teleported clear out of the room.. It's awfully sad he hasn't learned what it's like to experience such affection, small though it may be. It makes me wonder... how will things turn out tomorrow, if he does return?
I shrugged for now, then turned over and instantly drifted off to sleep. I can only hope Janga-chan meant what he said...
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D'awww, this is prolly creepier than my fucked up stories. I'm sorry, this pairing is drawing me in... no matter how wrong it is. It's such a short chapter, too... that's a bit o' a bummer right thur. I hope the next one's longer.
Yeees... you can bet your sweet ass I'm gonna have Guntz in hur. He's GOTTA be.
Janga-chan needs love, too, anyway...! Y'all keep sayin' he's too creepy when paired with someone, and it's saaaaad...