The Dark of the Matinee
Summary: Roppi is a student at Raira Academy for boys, he hates it until a certain blonde student becomes his roommate. Despite his hatred for humans he finds himself falling for this boy, can he win his heart or will his darkness consume the both of them?
A/N: Not enough Roppi/Tsuki on here!
Roppi hated humans, no doubt about it. He hated how they talked, dressed, acted, ate, everything. It never failed to irritate him when someone smacked their gum to loudly or slammed a book closed. It just made him pissed. He blamed his parents, they always ignored him and what not. Neglect was something he hated also, seeing as a child he was neglected. That's why he always took care of things even if it was a piece of homework that was a pain in the ass to do.
Currently he was doing said pain in the ass homework in the library. It was something that had to do with your first crush, which vexed Roppi. He had never crushed on someone, hell he didn't even like anyone! He bit the end of his pencil and gnawed on it until he thought of something, unfortunately nothing came. Maybe if he winged it and faked the 'crush' thing he could scrap by with a b+? He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. Even that was hard to do!
"Roppi." Damn. Roppi knew that voice anywhere, he had heard it enough to last him a lifetime. Izaya Orihara was standing right behind his chair with that damned smirk on his face. He liked Izaya, he was fun and not annoying, but in times like these Roppi wanted to punch his sempai's smirking face off.
"Yes, Izaya?" Roppi answered in a tired voice. Izaya pouted, did he mention that Izaya was in his last year, being seventeen? His attitude suggested that instead of seventeen, he was five.
"Is that anyway to talk to your sempai?" Izaya asked in a singsong voice that irritated Roppi further.
"If your sempai is acting like a prepubescent child, then I'd have to disagree." Roppi replied in a grouchy voice.
"Uwah! Is Roppi-chan in a bad mood or is he PMS-ing like a girl? If so, then you are a very flat-chested girl." Izaya smirked once more, Roppi let out a groan in annoyance.
"All joking matters aside, and that better be a joke Izaya-san, why did you decide to bless me with your condescending presence?" Roppi finally asked, eyes narrowing and teeth clenching around the pencil that was still in his mouth.
"So direct Roppi-chan! Anyway, I've gotten wind that a new student is arriving today. He's apparently Shizu-chan's cousin from Kanto." Izaya explained with a growing smirk (if it could grow since it was stretched across his face). Roppi rolled his eyes, Izaya needed to be more blunt about things.
"So what does that have to do with me?" He asked, eyes turning to slits at an unfazed Izaya.
"You will be his sempai." He answered, eyes narrowing as well.
This was a challenge, Roppi soon realized. Izaya wanted to reinstate his power over Roppi, to make sure he had him whipped like everyone else (except Shizuo Heiwajima and his family).
"No." Roppi stated and turned back to his paper.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Izaya whined.
"No."
"But I had already promised Shizu-chan! Roppi I'm your sempai! You're supposed to listen to me!" Izaya now shrieked, ruining the blissful quiet of the library. In a few minutes the librarian (named Helga) would throw him out on his head. Hopefully kill him.
Sadly that wasn't the case. Man, Roppi's life sucked.
"Oriharas' out. Now!" She screeched while pelting the both of them with random objects from her desk, Roppi had just enough time to grab his things before a stapler narrowly missed his right ear. Izaya wasn't so luck, the AWOL stapler had smacked him right in the face, leaving Izaya with a bloody nose.
"THIS IS ABUSE!" Izaya screeched in a theatrical manner while holding his nose. He did all these childish things so that no one would be able to gauge his true intentions, which weren't exactly pure when it came to his 'pawns' or more universally known as humans. That's another reason Roppi hated humans, they always fell for the same old tricks and the same old cliched lines. It was sickening, revolting. Humans were disgusting.
He shook his head to rid himself of these misanthropic thoughts, it would only annoy him further. He glanced back at Izaya arguing with the librarian, so he walked on to his dorm. At least there he could lock the door and relax, maybe throw some darts at his dartboard. Oh! What picture tonight? Maybe of Oprah or Doctor Phil, any of those phony life-coaches would do. Oh how he hated them, they pretended to care while lowly humans lined their pockets with green envy called money.
He wanted to puke, thinking those thoughts again. Sighing heavily he unlocked the door. Wait...Had he even locked the door on his way to the library? He didn't think so, Roppi never locked the door, what idiot would want to take his things? Like Izaya, he was pretty shifty with a blade.
Opening the door gingerly he noticed a few things. For one there was luggage by the door, secondly, there was a blonde boy sitting on the couch looking dazed (or high). Thirdly, black smoke was emitting from the toaster, and was getting thick pretty fast.
"Shit!" Roppi cussed and opened up the patio door and turned on the fan. Grudgingly, Roppi unplugged the toaster and threw it out the window, cringing slightly when a car alarm resounded. Silently he prayed it wasn't Saburo's van, the man was known for his injured van-induced rages.
"First of all, who are you and why was my toaster broken?" Roppi asked, a small vein throbbing in his forehead.
"E-eh? I-I'm T-Tsukis-shima. A-and the t-toaster t-thing w-was my f-f-fault! I-I'm so s-sorry!" The blonde boy stuttered with a blush and watery eyes. He got off the bed and bowed hastily and deeply for far too long. It not only made Roppi uncomfortable, it threw him off.
"Get up Tsukishima." Roppi interjected and walked stiffly towards the bathroom. He heard Tsukishima whimper and turned abruptly to face him.
"Something wrong?" He asked with one eyebrow quirked in question. Tsukishima blushed and look shyly away.
"No no, I'm fine. I-I just...Nothing i-it's n-nothing. I-I a-apologize." He whimpered again. Roppi slowly turned his back and trotted in the bathroom and undressed, getting ready for his shower.
CRASH!
Roppi didn't know whether to get out of the shower or enjoy the few seconds of silence until a shrill scream erupted from the blonde boy.
"UUUWAAAAHHH!" Too late.
Grumbling Roppi wrapped a fluffy black towel around his waist and unlock the bathroom door. He turned into the hallway and sighed.
Tsukishima had managed to knock down his shelf with paint, which the expensive oil paints that he had to pay for where dripping all over Tsukishima's torso. He didn't know whether to be angry or devastated with the waste of the paints. He decided with neither as he turned around and marched back into the shower.
"W-Wait!" Tsukishima cried and grabbed Roppi's wrist. Roppi turned around with an upturned eyebrow.
"Yes?" He answered shortly.
"I'm sorry I messed up your paints, I'll pay for them!" Roppi now fully turned around, Tsukishima now caught a full glimpse of Roppi's wet chest. He gulped and averted his eyes with a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks.
"It's okay, they weren't that important anyway." Roppi ground out, the paints were in fact very important but the blonde boy didn't need to know that. Tsukishima nodded but didn't look up.
"Still, it's my fault they're spilled. So I should be the one to buy you new ones! I mean it would be rude otherwise!" Tsukishima protested.
"Do what you want." Roppi gave in, plus when the ignorant boy saw the bill he would quickly take it back. Roppi didn't hesitate to walk back to the shower, he glanced back and caught the beginnings of a smile on Tsukishima's face. What was with him?
Roppi shrugged and got back into the shower. He let the warm water wash over his stressed body, slowly his mind had wandered to Tsukishima. What was with his politeness? Why did he want to pay for the paint? Maybe he was looking for something in return? After all, humans only did things to gain what they desired and Roppi would be damned if he was used for the boy's own agenda!
His eyes snapped open and growl ripped away from his throat. Still he needed the paint...He leaned against the tiled wall and sighed, running the bridge of his nose. He had the right remedy for headaches, stomachaches, basically anything that ailed him. Stepping out quietly he rifled through his drawers and found a bloodied razor. He stepped back into the shower and positioned the sharp object above his forearm. Slashing tentatively at first, the ferocity increased with every stroke, like a crimson brush. He couldn't help the small whimper of pain that escaped his lips and leaned against the shower wall. His back slid down the slick wall, dizziness was blurring his vision. Distantly he could hear a few raps on the door, he paid no heed though and focused on the freeing feeling of flowing blood.
"Hello? Um, are you okay? I heard some sounds and I became worried." Tsukishima's voice asked, it sounded as if he was on the other side of the world. Roppi whimpered once in reply and shut his eyes, the now cold water cascaded over his body.
XxX
Roppi found himself dry and comfortable. Well as comfortable one could be with a worried glare sent his way every five seconds. He just stared at the ceiling in anger at his own carelessness, what was wrong with him? Letting this boy see him in such a state.
"You scared me." The boy quietly said, looking down.
"Why? You just met me." Roppi retorted.
"It shouldn't matter if I know you or not to be worried if you'll wake up or die!" Tsukishima exclaimed in anger.
"You shouldn't care about me." Roppi said blankly.
"Why not! It looks like you need someone to care for you! You nearly cut your own arm off! Plus you could have drowned in there!" He raged.
"Oh like someone can drown in a shower."
"That's not the point!" Tsukishima sputtered.
"Then what is the point?" Roppi asked, looking at the blonde who was hovering above him now. The blonde was caught off guard, not knowing what would be the right answer he hesitated.
"The point is for you to stay alive. I know that you feel angry and depressed but harming yourself isn't the answer!" He yelled at the bed-ridden raven.
"How can you sa-"
"Please don't do it anymore! Please! I can't stand the blood! I can't stand dying! Please, I don't want to walk in here one day and see you dead, see anyone dead!" With that exclamation Tsukishima had dissolved into tears.
"How can you care for me when you don't even know my name?" Roppi asked, he wished for some painkillers as his arm began to ache.
"Please tell me your name then!" Tsukishima hiccuped and rubbed his face furiously.
"Hachimenroppi, but most people call me Roppi." He answered.
"Then you can call me Tsuki!" He smiled.
"So Roppi, what would you like to eat? I can make us some ramen or I could go out and buy something to eat? Maybe you have something here or- Oh! Would you like to go off campus to eat?" Tsuki rambled on while Roppi silently looked out the window.
"I think I have food here. You eat, I'm not hungry." He answered solemnly. Tsuki stopped talking immediately and gazed at him.
"You have to get back your strength, Roppi-sempai! If you don't eat, I won't eat either!" Stubborn, is what crossed Roppi's irritated mind. He sighed in annoyance and swung his weak legs over the bed. Thankfully he was dressed in a pair of silk black boxers and black socks to keep his feet warm, he trudged to the kitchenette that was down the hall grimacing at the spilled paint that needed to be cleaned up off of the wood floor.
Artistic expression, just let it be. Roppi thought and waved a hand at the puddle, instead he opened the fridge and cringed. Nothing. Not even a crumb, so he either could go to the store or eat out with Tsuki. Both plans involved Tsuki, but only one option was considered a date. He sighed, and padded throughout the dorm. They needed soap and various hygienic items and not to mention food. Checking his wallet and was satisfied to see the fifty dollar bill he had earned at his job (which was cleaning in the cafeteria and other places void of humans).
"We're going shopping, come one before it gets too dark out here." Roppi grouched and grabbed Tsuki's hand.
They walked down a few flights of stairs and walked out of the side exit, Roppi jogged quickly past a corner with the blonde in tow. After a crossing a few streets and rounding several corners Roppi recognized the familiar sign of the store he frequented.
"We're here, is there anything you want? Eh...? Where did you go?" Roppi turned around and saw nothing but thin air behind him. Great.
A/N: Hope you like it! Do you guys wan another chapter?