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"Oh, come on, Fury, get off my table! I'm trying to write something."

Fíli flinched, annoyed as he heard his other name being called. "How many times do I have to tell you, you shall not call me that way?"

"And how many times do I have to say, you shall not use my table as a chair?" Kíli grumbled, trying to get his book from under Fíli's bottom again.

"Until you call me Fíli," the blond grumbled, not moving an inch.

Kíli really had never called him by his name, he always used Fury if he had to call him, but most of the time he just avoided calling him directly. He hated to even think of the name Fíli, because this word was closely related to the imagination of his face and body which was so confusing. His feelings made him struggle to even think about the name. Over the past few weeks it became strange to be with the biker.

At first he feared him. He feared Fíli's evil, egoistical side as he had laid hands on him in the bathroom. Constantly, fear had been following him whenever he saw Fíli. This slowly turned to some affection as he saw how Fíli managed to deal Samuel and his friends or as he realized how much effort the blond put into protecting Kíli. And he came to like him, more like a pet as something or someone else. And now he felt uneasy near him again. Kíli didn't understand why the blond was making him nervous and why he felt constantly angry about almost everything the biker did. And even if it was just a flashing smile or his sleeping grunt, Kíli felt anger boiling inside of him. He needed as much space between Fili and himself. He needed to concentrate. He needed to focus. "Not on your nelly!" Kíli replied angrily. "I don't want any similarities with you!"

"Fine," Fíli shouted back, throwing Kíli's pen and his book in an act of helplessness from the table to the ground. Their classmates looked interested and somehow scared at the both of them. They couldn't get accustom to his bad boy presence, because they feared his fickle temper and his known violence as well as his sharp eyes which would burn them to the ground or at least pierce their eyes.

"Thanks, you idiot," Kíli snarled getting off his chair to pick up his belongings. He had already reached his limit to deal with him. His head felt hot and he began to tremble and to sweat like he did as he had made is driver's license.

"Kee, I'm sorry," said Fíli now low-voiced, getting off the table, too, "but you wouldn't let me copy your homework!"

"Get it done by yourself! I agreed to help you study, but all you do is sleep or play around in those lessons. This su..." Kíli picked up his black pen, blinked confused and realized his pen was broken into pieces. The engraved mountain was damaged as well as the lid of the pen. Even though it had fell down maybe dozens of times it never broke. And now this? Useless and a piece of scrap? Something inside him began to ache and he flinched in regret that he hadn't listened to himself and avoided this troublesome biker. "Look, you fool. It broke!" He hissed angrily at the blond who looked rather irritated.

"It's just a pen."

"No, it's not!" But Kíli already shook his head. "Anyway, you won't understand."

"Then explain it to me."

"No. You're an idiot. You wasted your chance in getting better grades and don't even understand other person's affection for their property."

"Kee." Fíli tried to be calm even though the whole class was watching them, doubting Kíli would make it out alive after making him so angry. And he really was angry. If the brunette wasn't who he was, Kíli would already be lying on the ground, begging and whining for mercy. He knew that. But as for Kíli? He didn't want to hurt him. "I'll buy you a new one," Fili said as calmly as he could manage.

"That won't do," Kíli said regretfully.

Fíli came closer, taking the broken pen into his hands and observing the fine white lines on the black background. "Why not? Tell me," he said softly.

"It belonged to my dad and he died long ago." Kíli's voice was merely a whisper.

Fíli heard his words and swallowed hard. He reached his hand out. He wanted to touch his skin, giving him some kind of understanding for his pain, then he became aware of the others, still staring at that unlikely couple, the bad stupid guy and the plain weak geek. Fíli stopped moving before he could touch Kíli's face. "I'll make up for this, I promise."

The dark-haired boy made an annoyed sound and moved away. "As if something good would come from you," Kíli hissed angrily, knowing he had hurt him a lot. But it felt good to hurt him, to stab him into his back, because it somehow eased his own pain to see that the other also was weak.

Fíli grumbled and got up. Another overwhelming feeling of wanting to beat him came up too and he wanted nothing more than to show Kíli how much his words were hurting him. Instead he turned and left the room without doing anything. He feared for Kíli's safety if he had stayed any longer. As he slammed the door shut, everyone in the room twitched from shock and even the clock from the wall fell to the ground.

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Kíli wasn't angry about Fury breaking his pen. He knew it was an accident and he didn't do it on purpose, but his father's pen was something like a good luck charm which accompanied him since elementary school. It was a piece of memory he couldn't have, because he had been too young to remember his father really well, so he was angry because Fury didn't understand the meaning of something that existed only once. "It's just a pen."

Anyway, Fury didn't show up the rest of the day and the murmuring by his classmates within this periods just increased and came to a climax reaching the end of his day at school. Someone said, they had had a lovers quarrel, another one said that Kíli would be dead at the end of the day when the bearded gang of Fury arrived at school.

Kíli went to the library after school and took his time to read books about vector algebra to do his homework properly, besides he waited for Fury who was always accompanying him in weeks past, even if he hadn't lessons with Kíli. Well, Kíli didn't exactly wait, but somehow he believed he would come and sleep on the table next to him again or would watch Kíli while he was doing his homework. Of course, he wouldn't do anything productive like questioning Kili about problems he didn't understand in the lessons or reading Faust written by Goethe as their teacher had told them.

No, he was as useful as a goldfish in his tank, just daydreaming, breathing or looking at the brunette next to him and sometimes falling into a little snore so that Kíli shifted uneasy on his chair, because of the stares of other library users who hated this disturbance, but didn't dare to come near the biker. He would nudge him, Fíli would awake blinked-eyed and yawn and begin to talk about unnecessary stuff or the things he dreamed about. And it wasn't rare that Kíli blushed about the things Fíli had dreamed of and hissed he should fall asleep again instead of talking rubbish and disturbing the others.

Unintentionally his gaze fell upon the empty seat next to him, rays of sunshine streaming down the chair and table where Fíli would lay usually on his arms, his blond hair shining like gold threads making him glow like an angel. But he wasn't an angel. Not in a traditional way. More like a devil in disguise. Or an angel in disguise? Kíli wasn't so sure about that anymore.

He finished sooner as hoped and left the building before six o'clock. The school grounds were almost empty as he heard a noise and turned around. Henry smiled at him devilishly.

"Not in accompany with that freak?" Henry asked. His two friends stepped out of the door Kíli wanted to pass by.

"Don't know who you mean," Kíli claimed innocently, being aware of this dangerous situation. Since he somehow made friends with Fíli he wasn't disturbed so much by those bugs anymore. And they didn't dare to come near him if the blond was around.

"Fury, of course." Henry spit out remembering the punch in his face Fury gave him weeks ago.

"Fíli is waiting at the front gate for me, I guess." It wasn't intentionally that he used Fíli as his name, it just slipped his mouth.

Still smiling Henry came closer. "You're lying. He's not here anymore. I saw him driving away with his motorcycle." With a nod at his friends he said: "Get him!"


Happy Halloween!

- to be continued -