The room now had the stench of alcohol, wafting through the air; a tribute to Anderson's remarkable aim, and a warning for Saren to understand that he has, indeed, angered him. Saren took a quick look at his surroundings, and was able to figure out that it would be weeks before this room would have an absolutely odorless atmosphere. And, of course that Anderson's military standard pistol was one trigger pull from giving the room a new paint job; a nice, splatered blue, curtosy of Saren's would be shot out brains.
This would not be an easy trial to escape from. "Hey, babe, why don't you just put the gun down…" Saren was expecting to be interrupted, but he wasn't, leading him to believe that Anderson was more pissed twn usual if he wouldn't even intervene. "…and we'll discuss this like professionals, okay, baby?"
You would think that from his tone, that Saren himself was completly unaware of his current dilema, but he was more curious more than anything else. He never saw Anderson truly angry; Anderson was able to become annoyed, edgey, and frustrated, but anger was one emotion Saren never expected from him.
Saren waited for a response from Anderson to his question, and he waited a good fifty seconds, and Anderson finally spoke in a tone of voice that can only be described as monotone in every sense of the word.
"Why? What is there to gain in this conversation?"
Saren was ready to keep this little talk going as far as it would go to get the gun pointing away from his skull. that means the gloves were off, and that anything was ppossible.
"Maybe we would talk about our…our feelings…right?" The phrase almost made Saren want to get shot by Anderson. Anderson would have been more than happy to comply at this point, but he was now just as curious of this situation as Saren, and wanted to see where this talk would lead them both.
"Okay, Saren, lets talk about our feelings, you go first. How do you feel about having a loaded gun , point blank, at your cranium? Just express yourself, just…let it out!"
It was an obvious mock of Saren, but as before, Anderson's voice was as steel; no emotion, no care, just bold, tough, and cold. Saren, in a sudden spark of what could be possibly a plan, theroized that, he must force Anderson to show some tiny, microscopic amount of emotion. Maybe then, at least, he'll then have a chance of survival.
"I feel, I…I don't feel any…I love you. Do you love me, Anderson?"
"No, but please continue."
Saren lost points for being too eager to finish the conversation; this was going to be long, and so he might as well make it even longer.
"Actually, I don't love you, at all. That is the exact reason why I fucked some other ass. Your ass was way too deformed anyway. Its really disgusting, maybe you should get it checked out, for your sake." Anderson just pointed the gun, but he relaxed his aim a little, leading Saren too believe if he kept making a complete idiot out of himself that Anderson might laugh. Or he could get shot at sooner, wither way seemed likly.
Saren raised his voice, trying to sound enthusiastic "Hey, just kidding, like I would come back just to insult you. No, I came just to get my stuff. After all, this is my apartment." Saren knew that to clam full ownership of the apartment was a declaration of war on soverign territory. But when the gloves go off, they stay off.
Anderson knew what Saren was trying to do, but now he was too eager to see what would happen next. He couldn't help but to follow Saren's lead, for now. "Your apartment, we both pay for the rent you…"
"I saw it first..." Saren stuck at the end of Anderson's statement; with a childish annoyance in his voice "I signed it first, and I paid for the first week and every other week there after. If not for me, we would be on the street, so…you're welcome."
A slight smirk was starting to make its way across Anderson's face, but Anderson recomposed himself, and straightened his aim. Saren was losing ground that he was attempting to gain. his method was working, but only as a staler; practically a waste in the ultimate goal of not dieing. What was Saren going to have to do for Anderson to smile? The answer was simple, there is no way to have Anderson smile.
This is a serious issue, and a laugh isn't going to fix it, but perhaps more anger?
"You know, I'm glad your parents are dead!"
Shock washed over Anderson at the randomness of the statement, but he stood stoic and astute, in contrast it the now desperate Saren.
"What they would think of their son, being both a faggot, and an alien lover? I'm just glad I wasn't there when your parents were forced to hear you tell them." Saren thought if he got him angrier, Anderson would become sloppy, and he would be given a chance to disarm him. A smart plan, if not a dumb one, but if there was one emotion Saren didn't know much about when it was involving Anderson, it was anger.
"My parents loved me, and they wanted nothing but my happiness. Is your plan to stall me working to your advantage, Saren? I can't tell, can you?" Saren was now a dead man at this point. He used laughter, anger, nothing was working; he was completly exhausted of resorces.
A smart person would stop and accept his fate, a smarter person would say their sorry, and ask for forgiveness. But Saren wasn't the smartest person when it can to human emotions, or emotions in general, but he did have one last idea in his mind.
Miraculously, Saren, out of an act of pure desperation, mixed with the fear of having his skull left without a 'whole' brain and the attempt at understanding emotions, cried.
He simply slumped down, took a breath, and thought of everything that has happened to him, and cried. Anderson was disgusted, and it showed, bluntly.
"Oh, what the hell is this crap?! Wait, SHIT! Great you happy, I'm angry is that what you wanted, huh, is thiswho you want me to be, huh…ANSWER ME you..." Anderson stopped, and took a look at Saren, and noticed his tears, and that Saren did this not for an emotion from Anderson, but to show his feelings.
Saren, the person that all knew could stand on his own, here he was, fetal position on the bed, tired from this whole ordeal, and "letting it all out".
Saren, shouting for Anderson to paying attention, exclaimed, "You don't understand! All I ever wanted *sniff* was to be the best, and I, *cough* I *cough* I just wanted you to notice me. I'm only strong when you're around, but you think that I am always strong, so all you do is detach yourself from me, leaving me alone. I hate being alone, okay?!"
Saren's once glowing blue eyes were, covered in tears, and were blood shot to the point where you could barely see the pupil. Saren was slowly crawling towards Anderson, till Anderson took aim for protection "So, *sniff* Anderson, you going to kill me, huh, you going to FUCKING KILL ME, well here I am, take your best fuckingshot…C'MON, KILL ME…kill me!!" Out of breath, saliva, and mucus, Saren fell to the floor right by Anderson's feet.
Anderson took a brief, yet detailed look at this thing lying on the ground by his feet, and then he noticed something about it, he loved it. The thing was the most annoying and frustrating object in Anderson's life, and he wanted nothing else.
He quickly dropped to his knees and held Saren as he was forcing the last of his tears out. "Saren…Saren look at me, look at me DAMMIT! Why did you fucking do all of this, huh, WHY?!" Saren in a small raspy voiced said
"…because, I don't want you to want me. You deserve more."
"No, Saren, I deserve you, and only you...forever."
They held each other in their arms. There was nothing left of them but what they needed, each other!
A/N: Okay, yeah, really gay ending...SO SUE ME!!!
Thanks to anyone who read, I love you the most!
Next story will involve Saren and Anderson(Its a FEMshep with Garrus...for you Sherrus lover out there)
Please comment...IM SERIOUS DAMMIT(lol)
~shoe