Hey all! Hope you're all well and that we didn't bore you in the last chapter... long paragraphs T.T
Something I thought was kinda funny, I was writing this in school! ^.^ I got told off for writing it, mainly because it was in my planner XD
Ohmygawsh, I'm reading TB online... and I got to the bit where Abel shoots Tres, I nearly cried! *sniff* why is Tres so MEAN?!
...Hang on, now he apologised... and OMFG WTF IS HAPPENING TO CATERINA?!
OHMYGAWSH I THINK I'VE JUST FALLEN IN LOVE WITH CAIN! He's such a bastard in the anime but he's so funny in the manga!! 33
Because it's what I've been going with I'll keep him being a bastard. Too damn right, look what he does to poor Abel!
Out of my A/N. NOW!
A little bit of randomness: FLAMING TURTLE OF DESTINY!!!!
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"C-Cain?" Abel whispered, eyes locked on the figure walking towards him.
Cain? Abel's brother? Tres thought, his mind racing. Even Duo looked up in surprise. Tres noticed that this person looked almost identical to Abel except that he was taller, and had shorter blonde hair. Plus the expression he wore was completely cold, if anything.
"Abel." Cain greeted, said expression not changing. Abel shuddered at the familiar cold voice. Tres gritted his teeth in anger, but instead of doing anything to Cain (aside from death-glaring him with murderous intent), he took Abel's hand in his. Abel stepped backwards, towards Tres and away from Cain.
'Want me to...?' Duo suggested.
'I'll handle him on my own... and only if Abie asks me to.'
'...Protect him, Tres.' Duo's words threw Tres.
'Since when did you care about Abie?'
'He makes you happy... and he just doesn't deserve to be treated like that by Cain, to the point that he's like that.' Duo pointed out. Of course, that was true; Tres could feel fear coming off Abel almost tangibly(1). Tres instinctively tightened his grip on Abel's hand.
"You're Abie's brother." Tres stated, keeping the anger out of his voice. Abel didn't speak about Cain much, but he knew enough to hate Cain with a passion. The way Abel was pressing himself against Tres, trying desperately to get away from Cain, told him more than Abel ever would about how scared the silver-haired was of Cain.
"I am Abel's brother, that is correct. And who might you be?" courteous. Calm. Cold. It made Tres even angrier that Cain did nothing to acknowledge the hate in his eyes.
"Abie's best friend." Tres replied, willing daggers to throw themselves at Cain and kill him. Of course, nothing happened. But he didn't expect it to.
"I wish to speak with my brother. Privately." Instead, Tres pulled Abel closer to him.
"If that is what my older brother wishes then that is what will happen." Abel's quiet voice sounded like his death sentence, even to his own ears. Tres looked at Abel, eyes widened in shock.
"A-Abie?" but said teenager pushed himself away from Tres, shaking but showing no intention of backing down.
The main thing to Abel: show no weakness and you don't get punished so much.
Too bad the weakness was showing.
"Come." Cain beckoned to Abel, who had no choice but to follow Cain into a room leading off from the main. Tres remained standing there, as if frozen.
The loud slap resounded across the carpeted floor and plaster walls; Abel's head jerked to the side with the force of the blow. "Long time, no see."
Abel stayed silent, tears of pain stinging his eyes.
Tres crept silently to the door that Cain had closed behind him. He couldn't hear anything, save for breathing... calm breathing and quick, uneven breaths, undoubtedly belonging to Abel. He sounded as if he was trying hard not to cry.
"Little brother... you disappoint me." Cain's voice carried clearly, unemotional as ever.
"As if you have the capacity to feel disappointed." Abel retaliated. Another loud slap sounded. Tres winced as if it were him being hit, not Abel.
"Remember the rules, younger brother? You talk back and you are punished." A small quiver of anger, only just discernable.
Abel bit back a retort, knowing it would only get worse for him if he opened his mouth.
"Your friend... the one who was with you."
"What about him?" mistake.
Slap.
"Frankly speaking, I don't want a gay younger brother."
Abel choked on air. "G-gay?!"
Slap.
"Yes, gay. Homosexual."
"I'm very well aware of what gay means---" another mistake.
Slap.
A pained cry escaped from Abel's lips.
It took all of Tres' willpower not to run in and set Duo on Cain.
"Why do you get the impression that I'm gay?"
"Because he was holding your hand."
"So? That was only after I had seen you standing there---" yet another mistake, yet another slap. "What would you expect---" and another.
Slap.
This time, Abel didn't try to carry on speaking.
"You disgust me."
"What, does your 'gay' younger brother make you feel sick? Am I too freakish for you?!"
Slap.
Sounds of people moving.
A cry of surprise.
A thud. Heavy breathing.
Tres dared a look into the room and saw Cain pressing Abel against a wall with his forearm, his back to the door. Abel's face was streaked with tears and there were red marks where Cain's hand had connected with the skin.
Abel lashed out with his arms, but they were pinned down by Cain's free hand. He kicked and struggled, a foot landing in Cain's stomach, but he wasn't released. Cain pressed harder against Abel's throat.
"Yes. You are too 'freakish'." Cain spoke in a low, menacing voice while still managing to sound emotionless. Abel stopped fighting, running out of breath. Cain let go of him, and Abel fell to the floor, gasping for air. At this point, Tres couldn't handle standing around and he ran in, kneeling beside Abel.
"What did you do that for?!" Tres yelled, pulling Abel into his arms.
"And you... stay out of this business. It is none of your concern." Tres felt a discomfort at the bottom of his stomach to see pure, unwavering hate in Cain's eyes.
"It is my concern when it comes to Abel." Tres replied quietly yet forcefully. Cain narrowed his eyes, then turned to leave, long white coat swishing behind him.
With Cain gone, Tres turned his attention back to Abel. "Are you okay?" he asked, worried.
"I'm fine." Abel muttered, dragging his wrist across his eyes. Tres looked at him, as if to say 'of course you are. Of course.' "Believe me, it's not nearly as bad as what he's done before."
"It doesn't change the fact that he hurt you." Tres was surprised at the anger in his voice, and the rage he felt stirring inside of him.
"Honestly, Tres. You worry too much." Abel tried to stand up but found himself held back by Tres.
"You say you're fine but you obviously aren't. How can I help if you won't admit you're hurt?" Tres asked softly.
"I'm not hurt!" Abel yelled, and stormed out of the building.
"Wait!" Tres called, running after him.
But by the time he got outside, Abel was already long gone.
Alone in the pouring rain, in the grass outside the Elms building, Tres dropped to his knees, desperately shouting Abel's name.
Under shelter but just as much alone, on the hard concrete beneath the ledge that hung over D block, Abel curled up against a wall, whispering 'Tres'.
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1 – touch-able. Lol.
Hm, we're so mean to our characters. Poor Abel, he gets so abused. Ya know, it's your own muse we're hurting. What the--?! Yep. I have fun... and you know he's gonna be uke when it comes to it.
...I can deal with that.
Even though you're dominant in real life?
How the hey did you know?!
I have my ways. Anyway, please review! Reviews make Abel less melodramatic! --- lol, did I spell that right?
See ya for now!
xLH
AB-chan