T-tadaaaa~ a chapter down! I hope i didnt take too long ;; (was busy worrying over ten different things at once, and the order of the events here)
warnings: OOCish, hinted sex, annoying uru, and cursing (kinda)
inspiration: "this aint a love song, this is goodbye" by scouting for girls
rating: T
disclaimer: not mine, never will be~
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"I-I think...I think I'm going to do what they mentioned. What we...were talking about."
The other boy's head snapped up from their meager fire, eyes wide and disbelieving. He stared at the redhead, eyes searching the sad, murky emerald one's for any chance that this was a joke. He found none, and even less when tears began to well up.
"You're...you're serious?" he whispered, absently scrapping the inside of his cheek against a sharp fang.
The redhead averted his eyes, and said nothing.
"You're not..."
"No..."
Eyes shaking a little, as if they wanted to explode, the boy asked, "Why? What made you...?"
Rubbing a thin arm -so thin it could break, he thought- the redhead replied quietly. "The job would pay good. Better than good. We could eat as much as we'd like, and...and we would have a home...w-we could be happy." his voice quivered. "I want us to be happy."
I don't need happy! I don't need a house or money or food! he thought, feeling betrayed and heartbroken. He didn't reply. But his friend could see what he thought, he knew, from the way his jaw quivered, and how his bright eyes filled up.
Quickly, without a word said, the redhead embraced his trembling friend, hugging him close. He could hear the redhead start to break down, how his voice was shattered with choked sobs. "I-I wont i-if you don't w-want me to, I wont. B-But I...I just...I'm so tired of starving...I'm so tired...aren't you tired? You have t-to be!"
The black haired boy resisted the urge to shove the other away, clinging just as hard. He shook his head, never being good with words. "I don't care! I-I...Who needs shelter and food and...and..."
"W-We do...You know that...I-It wouldn't be forever, I'd visit and call and send money and and-"
He didn't care. He didn't care if Uru sent a truck load of that gold from Earth to him. It wouldn't mean a thing if he could eat and not see the other's face at the same time! He recognized that this was selfish and ridiculous, because the famine wasn't showing signs of stopping, and a military job would be great for someone like Uru. He knew he himself could never get the job, as he was a lesser race and his combat skills were horrid.
But even with all the upsides...he didn't want to let the other go. And from the way Uru was sobbing against his thin shoulder, he could imagine the sentiment was shared. Uru clung, dragging them down side by side onto the cold cement of the lower district, and nuzzled his greasy hair. Mindful of his claws, the other dug his hands in against the other's lower back, and buried his nose in the redhead's collarbone.
They stayed that way for a while, not saying anything, with no energy to fight or argue, and no desire to. All was quiet, except for the ever present whir of cheap machinery and the sound of the waves from far away. The fire popped and crackled nearby, devoid of the food. Neither complained about how the topic of food made them sick with hunger.
"You know I love you, right?" the redhead murmured, voice cracked, and quivering.
He nodded, nose rubbing awkwardly against the other's pale pink skin. He snuffled, and the redhead ran a nervous hand through his short, messy black hair.
"So you know I'll be back. Right?"
He could hear him think, because I could never leave you. He nodded.
They went silent, and after a moment, began their almost ritualistic nightly activities. This time, as he watched the redhead squirm and pant, the thought that this wouldn't happen again haunted his mind. Even when his friend touched him, the feeling made a hollow, weightless falling feeling resound through him. It didn't feel right, not like it should. It felt like they were digging a hole they couldn't get out of.
And he hated it.
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Uru heaved a sigh, stirring his ramen absently. His eyes were glazed as he watched the broth slosh about, hardly even noticing Yamato. His mind was reeling at the memories that flooded his mind, and all of this because of his recent encounter.
He hoped he was okay...now that he wasn't in his fighting mindset, Uru was nothing more than terrified and hung up on the thought that he might NOT be okay. Of course, he had intended for the spider like alien to at least suffer serious wounds, so he doubted he escaped safely...
Yamato shifted uneasily, watching the clearly unhappy alien sulk. "Whats...wrong?"
Snapping from his thoughts, the redhead looked up, clueless and surprised. "Awua?"
"You look...really upset."
Blinking strangely at the brunette, Uru smiled bitterly. It must really be obvious, he thought. He shrugged, not knowing how exactly to communicate this, and not sure he should. He hadn't ever told anyone about Jealous. It was like a dark secret, the kind no one ever wanted to explain, or maybe just couldn't. Uru couldn't explain. No one had ever been able to understand.
Yamato narrowed his eyes. "Don't shrug, if somethings wrong then explain." his mother would beat him if he had done that, he thought.
Uru shot him a leveled, deadpanned expression. "Onuo." he replied.
"And stop with the words I cant understand! Geez...just scribble it down in pictures if you can."
"Awuo zireuo gekiwu?" he snapped.
Yamato felt the urge to beat the other. It wasn't that the different language made him angry, it was that Uru wanted nothing to do with communicating with him, and it was like he was just using this to anger him. He wouldn't lie, it WAS frustrating not understanding what was being said.
Watching the other's forehead crease with aggravation made Uru's stomach jump, and he found himself grinning a little to himself. He almost expected the human to start something, and was a little disappointed when he didn't.
"Whatever. Fine. Keep it to yourself then." the brunette spat, standing and leaving the room.
Uru watched him go, partly stunned. He bit his lip, narrowed his eyes, and debated throwing the ramen at the wall. Of course, he wouldn't. He was far too humble and tame to be so disrespectful. He just felt...so sick and upset at the moment. Like he wanted to throw up his thoughts, or kill something to get rid of the anger.
Instead, he forced himself to eat. The pain from force feeding himself drowned out the ache in his chest, and that was all he wanted right now. He could deal with heartbreak later, when Yamato wasn't upset, and they weren't all in danger.
When will that be? He thought. Wasn't that the entire reason he was sick at the moment?
He shoved the thoughts aside and let his head fall into his hand. Uru chewed his ramen slowly, careful not to let his tears or runny nose touch the noodles.
000
When Uru came to, he was in Yamato's bed, and securely tucked in. He blinked drowsily, glancing around, before sitting up. It was midday, or he assumed so, by the amount of sun pouring in through Yamato's window. The curtains were closed, protecting him from view, and a plate of food and water was above him on the shelves of the headboard.
Uru debated getting up to eat, or if he should just lay and sulk. He remembered annoying the hell out of Yamato with his mood early yesterday, and suddenly felt terribly guilty. Sucking in a breath, he recalled the images that haunted his mind when his past wasn't, and closed his eyes. They filled him with a comforting warmth, but only made him feel worse.
He honestly hadn't meant to snap like that, he just...couldn't help it. And right now, comfort was not welcomed. He didn't feel that he deserved any, and the human's sympathy only aggravated him. He wished he could tell him this...
With a sigh, the redhead sat up, wincing as his wounds began to sting. They were far less painful than yesterday, and Uru identified the cause being the faintly glowing Soul sphere resting on the bed next to him. His eyes softened at this. Had Yamato been healing him with this...?
The guilt settled further into his stomach, and he bit his swollen jade lip. He chose to focus on the scent of ramen above, and moved so that he could grasp the Styrofoam cup and the chopsticks next to it. It was then that he noticed something strange.
Beneath the cup was a book with a worn cover, and a note. He could JUST read the basic message of it.
Yo,
I uh, dunno if you can read this. Probably not...
But I dragged out an old dictionary from the shelf.
Figured it might help you. If you need any help,
just wait till I get back from school...
There was no name or signature to show who wrote the note, but Uru could guess. Smiling a little to himself, he set it aside, glancing at the book curiously. He grabbed his ramen and sat back down, leaning against the pillow as he settled himself back in. His tail flicked from the end of the comforter as he ate.
I'll have to thank him, he thought.
000
The world swam as Jealous woke up. All of his eyes fought to regain concentration, swiveling in too many directions at once. A searing pain prevented him from fully focusing however, and he recognized it as the sting of a head wound. Hissing, he reached up to touch it gingerly. Pressing the tip of his finger against the tender spot, he felt his eye twitch.
"Great..." he muttered, mouth cottony and thick from lack of use.
He had a horrible dream, and now he was suffering from the worst headache he'd had in years. Laying in bed, he heaved a sigh, glowering halfheartedly at the red tinged ceiling. He hated the lighting in the ship and even more in the cabins. It was like the ship's owner didn't give two shits about aesthetics.
"Probably doesn't...selfish prat."
After he had dragged himself from that house, broken and gushing blood, Jealous was amazed he had survived to see the detestable ceiling. Ultimo had done a number on him, for such a ridiculous plan, he conceded. Then again, Ultimo had always been good at halfassed battles. Jealous...not so much.
He sighed again, wishing he could drink, but unsure if anyone was around to get him something. He hated feeling so useless, it just reminded him of the circumstances that lead to this. The door hissed, sliding open quickly, and Jealous felt his heart stop. He turned his head slowly, skin squirming, to see none other than his commander.
The disdainful, amber eyes paid his wounds no heed, as their owner walked further into the room. "I see you're awake. About fuckin time!"
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AND DONE. Sorry its so short X_x i hope you enjoy nonetheless. It shall continue into the next chapter~! (holy shit, this got past 10 chapters almost? This...this is a new record.) i hope this chapter wasnt TOO confusing or spoiler ridden...or disapointing.
Random extra~
uru's dictionary:
uru: awuo means why (points at the o) thats the difference between awua, which means what. Almost all of the basic questions -who, what, why, where, when- will start with awu (nodnod) our language was originally water based, so old words, and basic root words will always sound wavey
omake~!
uru: you know i love you right?
?: no! you're a bitch, you dont love me at all!
uru: dont talk to mom that way D8 (smacks)
?: ;A; thats too kinky for me, plz dont do that again...
uru: ...i think i died inside
uru: i think i'm gonna do that thing...
?: you're gonna wear girls clothing? dresses right? pleeeeaaase tell me short skirts, you know i like skirts!
uru:...no, not that thing dear
uru: i think i'm gonna do that thing...
?: w-we're gonna have a baby?
uru: w-what! i'm 12, i cant!
?: well shit...
yamato: dont shrug at me young man!
uru: i'm older than you D8
yamato: and stop speaking german!
uru:...it doesnt even sound german
yamato: and now its french! god, cant you stick to one language!
uru: )8 (debates throwing food at)
yamato: uru, are you okay-?
uru: NO ;A; i just got snot in my ramen, and broth in my eyes! (sobsob)
yamato:...okay then
jealous: (wakes up and whines) gaaaawd i had this hot dream, and then i woke up to a hangover...and theres no hot anything in my bed ;A; THIS STORY SUCKS D8