Hello all!
I know Gamkar pale didn't work out in the comic, but I sort of wanted to hint that maybe it wasn't so out of the blue as it felt. So if you don't like GamzeeKarkat, I am sorry. On that note, I am also sorry that if this is hard to read. Since this was told from Gamzee's mind the writing is rather odd. I admit to screaming a little while I wrote this.
Kankri Moment: some violent thinking, but nothing new.
All things belong to the Huss.
Enjoy!
Gamzee loved the little lights that flashed on his screen when his friends talked to him. Their colors blinked all pretty with life and the special way each talked all up and like how they talked in person. Or so he was told by his most shouty of brothers when he asked. What's funny was Karbro was motherfuckin' right. Tavbro talks with the cutest shuddery quiver to his words like he wants to be absolutely sure he's saying the right thing. It's so much more fun to listen to him talk in person. Gamzee's hoof-beast brother talks all serious and with a lot of puns, much like his kitty sis. And Karbro, true to form, shouts a lot. Though not all the time. That would up and be the most harmful to his little voice cords. Gamzee likes talking with his friends in person. Especially Karbro 'cause he's not so mean in person. Gamzee can see the way he looks away or how his voice changes slightly though the words are still up and harsh-like. Gamzee really likes talking with Karkat.
And Karkat must not mind him too much if he hangs out with Gamzee so much. Like, he could be with Terezi more, and he is for a fair portion, but he's with Gamzee a bunch too. He claims its to keep him out of the trouble that likes to follow Gamzee's clumsy self, but Gamzee does some looking after of his littlest yelling bro too. He all and feeds those black little imps some pies and gets them all peaceful and shit so Karkat doesn't have no problems when he takes his sickles to the fuckers. Of course, the first time they did that Gamzee may have been a little putout. How was he supposed to know he was supposed to up and kill those friendly little brothers in order to win? Tavros wasn't, though Spider Bitch was killing enough for the both of them.
"GAMZEE MAKARA," Shouts a failure voice though Gamzee's haze, clearing his thought process a bit. "Can you FOCUS for an at least a SECOND?!"
"Sorry, Brother. Guess I up and spaced out on ya, huh?"
"If you call spacing out staring at a wall while I try to have an important conversation with you spacing out they, yes Gamzee, you spaced out and missed the introduction to one of the most important speeches of both our short fucking lives! Congrats!"
"Chill best friend," Gamzee chuckles "I am listening, now aren't I?"
"Yeah, but you were listening before too! I even took the fucking precaution of ASKING you if you were listening and you said you were!"
"You know how I can't my focus on a long when you're out spoiling the miracles brother. Why not try and keep into a single sentence? I know I can get my understand on that best friend."
"…" Karkat glares but doesn't say anything for a moment, and Gamzee begins to get the impression he missed something important. "Never-fucking-mind, you dumbfuck asshole clown."
Now Gamzee knows he missed something important, but Karkat's walls are all up and his shoulders are hunched painfully up like some sort of defense. Now Gamzee was curious but Karkat was walking away- well, more like stomping away- and Gamzee followed after, keeping quiet and shuffling his feet a little, though not enough for threats to hear. Just enough for Karkat to know he's being followed, though Karkat didn't acknowledge it at all. Gamzee started to make little sounds more often, trying to get Karkat's attention without actually reaching out to do so. Gamzee wasn't sure if he could. He wasn't used to unresponsive, quiet Karkat; didn't know what the rules were for this social thing-a-ma-bob. He must have spaced out during something REALLY important. Pretty soon this silent avoidant Karkat is too much and Gamzee decides to risk reaching out.
"Hey, best friend," Gamzee starts. He doesn't get a response, no sign that he was heard, so he keeps going. "Where are we going?"
"Where am I going, you mean. I never asked you to follow me," comes a hissed response.
"You didn't tell me not to though," Gamzee mutters after a moment. "Figuring as I have nowhere's else to up and put my self right at the time, I might just follow your self until you a little less mad at me."
"Who the fuck says I'm mad at you?"
"Well, seeing as you weren't really showing that you knew I was following you until now, I'd say you, best friend." Karkat just huffs, but he stops walking to lean up on one of the black structures in his little miracle of a holy red world. Gamzee hadn't noticed they'd traveled so far that Karkat's little hive just an odd-looking building in the distance. Karkat, now against the black building, was forced to at least turn towards Gamzee, and Gamzee found himself struggling to look Karkat in the eyes because of the steady, closed off stare he was giving Gamzee for an unknown length of time. Karbro just kept staring, not glaring which was odd on its own, and staring like he was looking for something and was struggling to find it. Or maybe he found it but now didn't know how to proceed since the last time he tried didn't go over very well.
"What do you think of my planet," Karkat askes suddenly.
"Oh, uh. It's nice bro. All warm with dark buildings and the prettiest water I've ever laid my gander balls at. All shiny and hot like a pie, though so much more!"
"More," Karkat rises an eyebrow at that, the first almost normal reaction Gamzee had managed to get out of him since Karkat tried to walk away.
"More, like…All shiny. And pretty and… it's the best miracle I've ever seen. It's such a holy color and never quite as motherfucking pure when done up in cloth like Kansis's favorite skirt or Terezi's chalk. It's always missing that glow, you know. It's never as pretty in cloth and clothing. So, your little red rivers and lakes are all up and about the best miracle I've seen. It's messiah red bro!"
"Okay," Karkat says, looking thoughtful again and still guarded. "So, you like it because its holy to your bullshit clown religion?" Gamzee winces but knows Karbro isn't being disrespectful on purpose. Poor little thing doesn't even up and believe in miracles, much less get his comprehend on with the motherfucking truth in the Vast Honk and the Messiahs Smile and Frown.
"Not really bro. Even if it wasn't the most holiest of colors, its still the most pretty, being all shiny and bright. Like, who even said it was a thing it could all up and be, bro?"
"You're a dumbass," Karkat huffs softly. He pauses before going on. "So, the color doesn't offend you?"
"Bro, you know I don't have a care about no hemo-color. That all seams motherfucking silly seeing as Tavbro is one of the truest miracles I've ever been blessed with getting my knowing on about and he's what the drones are all on unkind on to because of his warm little hue." Something all unmirthful stirs in the back of his pan at that comment but it's the truth so he makes a note to shove another pie down later and quite down the restlessness of his own little miracle killing thoughts.
"Okay, so I'm guessing that was a no," he says, and you just sort of hum. If Gamzee didn't have a feeling that this might be the 'Important' Karbro was trying to get his tell on about before, he would say it was a miracle and move on. Karkat doesn't answer right away. "Alright, so I am going to try to keep this shorter than before in interesting of you fucking short attention span, you supor-paned moron. So, let me ask again. Are you going to listen this time?"
"Sure thing, best friend." And Gamzee means it this time.
"Good. So, as I was saying before you spaced the fuck out on me, we will probably be working together a lot since I'm about done with my Planet's little quest and you haven't even started yours. And since everyone else is pretty much paired off as it is because hormones are a thing everyone seems to be discovering all at once like a bunch of irresponsible, emotionally unstable assholes. So, to avoid a really awkward situation or some shit, I have been thinking that I …Might have to tell you my color just in case I get hurt or something and freak out, which is really un-fucking-likely knowing you but still something I would really like to avoid because, if I need you help with shit and your all freaking out about 'miracles' or whatever bullshit goes on in your pan, it would be really dangerous."
"Best friend," Gamzee cuts him off because Karkat is hardly breathing he's talking too fast and Gamzee isn't getting all of the words meanings. "Slow down a beat, 'kay? I need to try and get my understand on. You're trying to get your say on you not wanting me to freak the fuck out should I see your color and not help you if you ask, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. And it's rude to interrupt people Gamzee!"
"Chill, Bro. Didn't mean anything by it, just trying to get my understand on is all." Gamzee says and then stopped because Karkat looks even more jittery than before. Looking around like wants an escape like they are not standing outside and with only one wall and a small range of troll blocking any absconding attempts he might make. Still, Gamzee waits and takes a step back so as to look a little less like the tall motherfucker he is. He decides to sit down to because he's a little shorter than Karkat when he does. That seems to do a calm on his best bro a bit. Points to him for friendship and shit!
"Okay, so yeah I guess I need to actually show you then," Karbro stay, standing taller and tenser, drawing the wicked curved blade. "Just. Don't do anything weird."
He takes a deep breath, pushes his sweater up a bit and uses the tip to poke at the back of his wrist gently. His breathing gets faster, and clearly, Karbro isn't trying to up an hide the fear no more cause the sent is coming off him so strongly now it's a little headache inducing. That motherfucking restless bit of him wants to pull his weapons out and but Karbro out of his misery. But lighter, more softer, kinda pale voice wants to up and hug his best friend and heal the cut like the little nothing it is. But that might be a little forward warns a voice that sounds a bit like Karkat himself so Gamzee goes for the middle ground. He stands, slow and quiet like so as not to startle his little bro further and stops.
The color, was the holiest of holies, and shiny and red and pouring from the small cut on the top of his best miracle brother's wrist. Its so bright and Gamzee sort of gasps because that right there is the holy blood of Messiah Frown all red and angry just like his god should be. For a moment, Gamzee doubts. He doubts that Messiah Frown is not a troll like the holy Joke says. He doubts that the Vast Honk wasn't the sound made by those flaming falling rocks as the Game started. He doubts that those holy words of his religion and the miracles where motherfucking right. He doubts and doubts and doubts for as long as it takes Karkat to notice that Gamzee noticed. The awful voice in the back of his pan is getting louder and angrier. That there is wrong. That red belongs as blood in only one creature that is sure as Carnival not troll.
"G-Gamzee," Karkat says, pulling the arm away and pulling his gray sleeve over the cut holy. "Do you want to say anything? Because right now would be a fucking great time to do so." And just like that, Gamzee isn't doubting anymore. It's still a holy color (and the violent part of him says is motherfucking BLASPHEMOUS that Karbro should even BLEED THAT WAY) but he's his best friend, like before, doesn't mean nothing by it.
"It's about the holiest miracle I've ever up and seen brother," Gamzee smiles. Because it is a holy color (and though Karkat SHOULDN'T HAVE IT) and Gamzee never thought he'd be blessed enough to see it as blood. It really was a miracle. Damn, his pan hurt. He'd need another pie sooner than later. "It's just as pretty as your miracle water."
"Gamzee I told you not to say anything weird," Karkat blushes darkly, and through the skin, he can see how it looks slightly off from the rusty red like Ghost-sis used to be.
"No," Gamzee answers, pulling out a pie slice of pie he left uneaten before and eats it before Karkat can swipe it away. He swallows before going on. "You said not to DO anything weird. You said nothing about saying and besides, it's the truth. You got a miracle, holy blood running through you best friend!" Gamzee grins. Damn, he loved his pies they work true miracles on the most unmirthful of voices.
"Whatever, you goofy asshole. It's not holy or precious. It's a mutation. I could get culled for this so don't you DARE tell anyone ever! Got it," Karkat hisses, not looking Gamzee in the eye. Gamzee gets his understand on that because as much as even the most unmirthful parts of him don't want Karbro to bleed that color, even they don't want Karbro to die, or at least don't want to holy blood spilled needlessly. That would be the most blasphemous thing to even be a thing or a thought.
"Sure thing Bro. Not a word or say on the miracle of you." Gamzee promises. Karkat represses a smile before turning away.
"Okay. Good. Glad we agree," he says quickly. "Now come on we do have things to do to win this game. Jack should be around here some were with some intel on your Denizen."
"Sure thing, Best Friend," Gamzee says following, and zoning out the rest of Karbro's rambling on about his beast since the 'Important' is out of the way now.
The darker part, the part that the small bit of pie couldn't mute all the way, is still angry at Karkat's color but while Gamzee is still him, he wants to show his best friend that despite his holy blood, he is still very much one of the best miracles Gamzee has even gotten his know on about.