"…Please explain to me why I am seeing you here for the millionth time, ?"
This is far from the beginning, but it is also far from the end. Now this may make no sense to you now, for this to make sense, you'd have to start with a different story. Let's go there instead.
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Be The Tall Human ==
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You could feel.
How did you feel?
You felt…chill
Why was everything going so black? You were moving...you felt what could have been laughter, yells, whatever...it all trailed off into a numbing buzz...you liked it.
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You know...how the fuck did you even get here? On second that, you didn't care. You were alive right now, life was just too fucking beautiful, so beautiful...was that a honk?...Nah man.
Wait there it was again, it sorta...slowed down in your mind though, where those lights over there? Oh look some motherfucker was gettin' out of his car. And he was coming towards you, maybe he wanted to chill? That sounded nice...
You were snapped out of your haze, by , as what you heard, mumbling, and you were guided by a hand, rough, but it was also gentle, weird. You could feel your hands slowly being pulled behind your back, but in your mind, everything was registered much more slowly, so slowly.
You never got a look at the one apprehending you, and you didn't even care to look either. You felt your head drop, and your mind spin. He roughly redirected you and pushed against your back, and you instantly started to walk in the direction he shoved you in. Where were you again?
Your vision dimmed, and the ends of it blacked out. Your head was pushed against the hood of something cold, and hard…metal? A car probably, you didn't fight it at all. Your own limbs began to droop, and relax.
You could feel more cold metal against your wrist; the mumbles had gotten louder, as if the voice was shouting. But you once again, didn't register it, he chuckled a bit, and spoke, his voice slurred.
"Heh…last time I was motherfucking positioned like this…I got laid." You went into a fit of chuckles and snickers at your own joke. And didn't seem to feel anything as you felt your head being lifted from and forced back down upon the car's hood, with a bang. And, you honked.
The murmurings were louder than ever now. And you could make out what the figure was saying, well, partly.
"Shut the fuck up! You stoned waste of fucking air and space! Shut your goddamn mouth, everything you say can and will…."
You cut the rest of his speech off, finally, slowly, turned to see the face of your apprehender…
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You were thrown into the cell rather abruptly. Causing you to stumble forward awkwardly, hands still cuffed behind your back. Behind you were the now cold, clear, and certainly loud outburst from the officer who had taken you in. You were alone in the dark of the cell, the only flickering light coming from the direction in which you were roughly shoved.
And that was where he stood, you slowly turned around, having straightened, but your upper half leaned slightly forward, you weren't sure why, it was most likely the cuffs. You stared at...well down at him. He was so...short.
He didn't seem to be paying attention to you either, he simply stood in front of the cell he had confined you in. Closing the doors of it with a final clank of metal, locking it into place, as he held his ear to a phone, and seemed to be arguing. But he couldn't tell, the smaller one seemed to yell a lot.
Your eyelids drooped and you simply took a step towards the white, chipping walls of the cell, which turned into a stumble, and you fell against it, your shoulder pressing into it. You slid to the ground against it, and turned in place a bit, too lean your back against the wall. Your legs spread out, but bent slightly upwards in front of you.
You had only stared at the walls, and floor, well, all of the cell. But now your attention was set only on the seemingly short tempered..police officer?..You laughed a bit as you imagined him doing a line of work such as this. He shot you a cold glare from where he stood, leaning against the matching white bars of the cell.
You were tempted to greet him, so tempted. You strangely held no hostility towards him. Or maybe, it was the numb feeling and strangely free flowing mind that made you so. Regardless you just stared at him, thoughts running in about his appearance. Your mind had cleared up considerably well, you weren't completely wasted. But you were nowhere near sober.
Your body had moved on it's own and before you knew it your heavy limbs were up and moving towards the bars of the cell, your footsteps barely made a sound, and neither did you. You held a smile on your face, it was lazed, and your eyes, still half lidded and hazy. But it did nothing to affect your vision, you could see as clearly as anyone else could in the dark.
It may have been the fact that his voice, still as loud as ever, was still talking to the other person over the line. His back turned to you and he leaned against the bars fully, guard obviously down. But it wasn't like you were going to take advantage of that, why would you?
You soon were looming over him, your forehead resting against one of the cold bars on the inside of the cell as you looked down at him. He still hadn't noticed you...you were right this guy was as short as heck.
You resisted a chuckle, as not to alarm him. You found it quite adorable.
You slowly lowered yourself, knees bending to allow you to do so. And soon, you were right behind his head, and you whispered into his ear, keeping your voice low.
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And the response you got, was the smaller man bolting upright and whipping around, quickly taking a step back and, he already had his gun pointed at your head, he looked to be trembling. With either fear or rage, you didn't care. You found his reaction highly amusing.
The hand he held his weapon with, still shook slightly with the force he used to hold it, while the other held the phone to his ear, and he was yelling into it. And, upon focusing on that, you found that his cheeks were a bit red. Was he flustered? Or just pissed?
You now got an even better look at him, and..he didn't even look like cop. He wore a black, baggy hoodie, and an average pair of baggier jeans. The sleeves of his hoodie almost reach past his hands. And his hair, short , dark and messy.. And his eyes, gleamed with pure rage, and they themselves, blared with the color, red. Along with dark circles under his eyes..he looked like some teenage insomniac.
You were snapped out of your inspection, when you heard his phone snap closed. And it was shoved irritably into his hoodies pocket. And now, he wielded the gun with both hands and took a cautious step forward. You however, didn't move.
He spoke and you saw pointed canines as he did.
"You can just back the fuck up! I will fuckiing shoot your brains out! You high, half witted, tall as fuck shit!" Was what came out, and you blinked once, twice..what did he say? By the time you registered what he said, he was already talking again.
"Oh? Too fucking stupid to come up with an at least half becoming answer? Weed has really got your brain beat doesn't it? You make me sick, and I'll take pleasure in fuckiing turning in an asshole like you." He ended, and his gun finally lowered, obviously deeming yourself as a waste of time.
You were silent, and only stared down at him, but then, you couldn't control yourself.
You laughed, you tried to contain it. And laughed again. You didn't even know why you were laughing, and he obviously didn't either. It was like he was the one person, left out of one big inside joke. And if you look at it, that was the case.
He looked at you, with surprise, but then once again, rage. His cheeks and eyes both flared,and he stomped towards you, and he had his hands on his narrow hips, glaring up at you. His gun had already been deposited to its own gun holder, attached to his left leg.
"Oh you think there is something 'jolly' about this, huh weed head? Well we'll just have to fucking see how much you laugh when you're being...Just what the fuck are you staring at?" He snapped . Eye twitching in irritation.
It was true, you had been staring down at the smaller one absently. You had tuned out what he said, despite the interesting words that left him, as you have gathered from your short amount of time with him. Your smile grew slightly, and he blinked, before making a look of disgust.
"Is that...clown makeup on your fucking face? You know what, It's fucking fine. I don't give a shit, no in fact, it was on my list of things to see before I die, some clown freak stoned out of his goddamn mind. And I get to spend my evening with him until some lucky asshole gets to take you off my hands. Really, this is just perfect. We're going to have the best of fucking nights, there is nothing I'd rather be doing then wasting my time here. Hey 'best friend', pass me a fucking joint."
This man amused you greatly...as you watched him talk, to either you, or to the thinnest of air. You didn't care. You felt something tug at the back of your mind, and you could tell. THat'd you'd have fun with this.
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"I found this fuckass outside of his car, in the middle of the fucking road, smoking a joint! Out in the open, how dumb can you fucking get? What the fuck, It's my first day back in this shithole, and already, I've encountered this sad excuse for a human being!" He said, pointing over to the clown. Never turning to face him, and only continued to rant at his 'friend'
If you could call him that.
Your officer's 'friend' seemed ready to throw a chair. And you weren't exaggerating. He, looked , pissed. He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly and held his head a bit low. Eyes seemingly calm as he looked down at the shorter male.
He sat at a desk, a large 'official' looking one. And the only indicator to his name -Well actually, title- simply read. "Chief of Police".
While the short tempered male just continued to go on and on about shit you didn't care to try and make sense of. You leaned back in the chair you sat in, still in the same indigo hoodie, and black sweat pants, and cuffs. Which at this point, were majorly uncomfortable.
You entertain yourself by looking down at your shoes, a few shades lighter than your own hoodie. They didn't entertain you for long, and it wasn't helping that the Chief had finally spoken, and you listened unconsciously.
"KK. Shut the fuck up, I know who this douche is..." He said, you took little notice to the lisp in his voice, he looked up from his desk and gave 'KK' a dark look. And turned to look at you, a scowl overtaking his face.
"You. Get out of my office. KK, uncuff him-" And he was met, by extreme protest.
"What? Hell no! If this fucking juggalo was smoking weed, he needs to be behind some fucking bars! A fine in the very fucking least. Sollux I know you're a brain dead shit head but really-"
"KK. Shut. Up" 'Sollux' said and continued to look down at his desk, and spoke once more. "Don't think just because I know you well that I'll let you get away with that shit in my own fucking office." He said, and turned in his chair, to get up. And he walked towards you, and stopped in front of you, holding his hand out in the direction of the other officer.
"The key, I'll do it myself."
He was met with silence, KK's back turned to him, and he trembled...with of course, anger. Before slowly turning around, and dropping the key in his hands. He glared at Sollux, biting his lip.
He looked like he was biting back so many words. Cheeks flared red with anger. And finally, he said lowly.
"Whatever fucking reason you're letting this fuck ass loose, is beyond me Captor. And quite fucking honestly, I'm questioning why I asked to be placed here, of all fucking places."
"Because you love me KK." , Sollux said sarcastically, smirking a bit and reaching forward, pulling you to your feet. And he didn't do it gently either. And he turned you around, and quickly turned the key into your hand cuffs. And they fell to the floor, with a clang. You instantly mumbled a thanks, and went to rub your sore wrist, glancing down at the two of them.
Or more specifically, KK. You noticed they had already gotten into another argument, a rather one sided one. You stared at him before your tired expression turned to the same laid back, lazed one. You turned away from Sollux and KK, you really needed to learn his name sooner or later.
You spoke, after a few more moments.
"...See you around, 'best friend'." You said, carrying out the last two words before exiting Sollux's office. And behind you, you heard the bang, probably a thrown object .And yelling, lots of that. But, you only made out the "Fuck you juggalo!" Which only made you chuckle as you navigate your way through the halls of the police station. You knew them quite well actually, and you're surprised that this was your first time meeting the chief. And KK too, of course.
But you felt like this wasn't going to be your last time seeing him.
Be the short tempered guy ==
[[Hey Guys! Hotoki here! One of the halves of this account, And this is my first independant Fanfic! Well, for homestuck. Dei checked this over for me though as did another friend, who really did make good changes. I just thought that this needed a fanfic on it, really it did. We haven't got our other ones together so yeah. Here you go." ]]