A confession

by Kitz Pawson

Kankri goes for his usual nightly walk in attempts to calm his own mind. But when the normal walk doesn't work, his feet lead him to a special persons house. The one troll who seems to be clouding his mind. (This is just a short little story I wrote in boredom. I do not know if I will continue, or if this is it for it. I do not own the characters or the webcomic Rate T for now)

1. Chapter 1

A young troll walked down the street in the cold night air. It was a regular thing for him to do. Thoughts were always clouding his mind through out the day. So a walk before bed helped narrow them all down. Other wise he stayed up all light in bed with the thoughts swirling around in his mind. It was rather troublesome. Especially since he firmly believed in getting a good nights rest.

Now normally it would only take about 30 minutes for him to wind down. Fifteen minute walk somewhere, and a fifteen minute walk back. But when he reached his hive again, he found that his thoughts had not dwindled at all. In fact, they had multiplied. Oh dear, this was not good. Not good at all. One thought has consumed his mind and refused to leave him. Why had he thought of it? Why? It was only proving to be troublesome. And yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

What was this thing he couldn't stop thinking about. Well, I suppose you could say it was more of a "whom". He had a certain high blooded friend he spent a lot of time with. In all honesty, this person was probably his /only/ friend. No one else seemed to care. This troll. This confused, troublesome, high bloodshed troll was the only person who had ever actually listened to him. Not only that, but this troll was always hitting on others all the time it seemed. And yet, never once had he made a pass at him. He was respectful in a way. He respected when others were in a quadrant. And even more, he respected Kankri's choice on celibacy.

That thought only brought the ghost of a smile to Kankri's lips. A warm feeling spread on his heart as. He thought over their last encounter. Kankri had been rather upset. So upset, in fact, that he had done a most childish thing. He hid in his sweater. Porrim was yelling at him, telling him he was childish for entering sweater town. But this troll. This surprisingly sweet and sensitive troll sat behind him, wrapped his arms around him, and started talkin about his day. He always did whenever Kankri went into sweater town. It made him forget about his own problems. He enjoyed listening to him talk. Especially since the higher blood listened to him in return.

With these thoughts continuing in his mind, he soon found himself walking again. His feet leading him down a familiar path as this thoughts only progressed. Thoughts of how he had always felt flushed for Latula despite his celibacy. How this flushed feelings for her had recently been changing. No longer did he feel slightly shy about her. No longer did he takes notice on everything about her. Now his focus was on someone different. On someone who legitimately seemed to care about him. He noticed the slight disappointed look in the males eyes each time he was rejected. The quick smile the other through on in an attempt to let it roll of him. The tears that came to his eyes when he thought no one was looking. The slight shaking in his voice whenever he said "it's all cool kitten." was he slipping? Was his flushed feelings really changing?

He reached another's hive, his hand raised and then falling against the door. Once, twice, three times he knocked. He heard shuffling in the house. A groan and a curse about it being late. He looked up as the greaser troll opened the door. He heard him ask: "Ey Kan, vwhat's up?" He stared up at him. His body shaking slightly as nerves wracked through him. He finally opened his mouth to speak. The words slipping from his lips. "Cronus, I am flushed for you."