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Mood darkened. Red flesh exposed. Insanity charged. Nothing right. Yet somehow, I feel giddy.

And bile churns at the back of my burning throat as his heaving chest slightly touches mine with each horrid breath he takes. He is quivering, eyes open wide, pupils massively dilated and mouth tipped upwards into a crazed grin, his sharp canines exposed.

I tip my head down and try and ignore his frenzied expression, which easily pierces the mist that finds its way into my head now. I suppose that my mental state has made things easier for Him.

But Gamzee's state, I feel, has unnerved even Him. He is restless that such a person could affect him so.

I shiver, floating, faceless, pale in my own drugged sleep.

Wondering how he did this to me. Wondering why I made the choices I had this very night.

Provoking him so. Going along with him.

But what I really, really, could not, for the first time in my life somewhat comprehend, was why he held my interest so. I knew that it was not "love at first sight" or any of that ridiculous nonsense, and I also knew that it had nothing to do with sexual attraction whatsoever, either.

All I knew was that my break of character had led to further trouble for both of us. Things were not handled the way they should have been, that was for sure.

But still... what was it about him...?

Was it his obviously fake personality, the sweet nature that he let slip every once in a while? His overwhelming self-hatred? His scars? His... abnormal blood?

I grimaced. That could definitely get him into a lot of trouble, if someone found out.

…...or maybe they already had.

I open my eyes again when he begins sobbing softly, large tears running down his face, even while he is still smiling, but his mouth twitches now.

And then a horrid thought comes to me, churning and disturbing the thick mist.

Did I do this to him?

I told him something I shouldn't have... right?

So that's why...?

And then he coughs. And something happens that intrigues the both of Us.

His eyes flicker- from a clear light blue back to their normal ebony.

He seems to be fighting something as his body twitches spasmodically and he convulses away from my grip. His body flails, and I feel him thump to the ground, his mangled arm slapping on the white tile, splattering violet.

Scrambling over the sheets to peek over the bed, I find Gamzee, still gasping on the ground in mental stress.

And suddenly my body bends in on itself as the situation overwhelms me. Eyes snap shut as the unstoppable tears come, dripping out from underneath my quavering eyelids.

Arms bend to the dampening sheets, and I shakily lower myself onto the ground, drawing in deep breaths. Reaching out to touch one of Gamzee's shoulders, I end up pulling away swiftly as he begins to speak.

"TAVROS... I'M SO... MOTHER...FUCKIN' SORRY... I JUST... W-WANT NOTHING ELSE THA-THAN TO MOTHERFUCKIN'... KILL YOU...

NO! NO, NO... I ONLY, ONLY EVER WANTED TO... TO-UGH!"

A sharp intake of breath and he clutches his shirt in agony.

And I feel at a loss.

I seriously did not know what I should do about the situation.

I didn't know how to deal with what was happening, or how to react whatsoever to this.

I was lost.

And just as the reality is about to sink in completely, I hear His voice, swirling around my bare form, and out of my lips, taking on the situation for his own.

So I listen in earnest, waiting.

"Both of you... settle down. There is nothing to be gained from this behavior whatsoever.

Now calm yourselves."

Stifling a laugh, I realize how motherly the plauging mist had sounded.

But I tune my thoughts out again as I glance down to Gamzee below me, and I notice the disturbing coloration of his eyes.

One light, one dark.

One surprised, teary, blood-stained face.

That quickly shifts to an evil smirk that sends shivers throughout my spine.

"BOTH OF US, EH...? YOU'RE ONE TO MOTHERFUCKIN' TALK."

The mist urges me, controls me, and I find my lips moving into a ferocious and challenging grin.

"How horrid. Your speech mannerisms. It sickens me. Ah, and, would you mind leaving the poor boy to his own self-pity? I'm sure you don't help much with that."

His smirk tilts into a dangerous grimace and he growls deep in his throat.

"THIS ISN'T OVER, BITCH. NEXT TIME HIS DEFENSES LOWER, I WILL BE SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKIN' WORSE. I PROMISE YOU THAT."

I sigh, feeling relieved, and a weight lifts off of my chest, as the Mist and the other prescence lurking within Gamzee leaves as well, to where ever they may go when they exit our minds.

But RUFIOH speaks to me now. And it has been so long, so long since he has ever made any sort of recognition to me, I feel seriously endangered when he does say something, leaving no choice but for me to accept what he says.

You'd better be grateful, Tavros. I did you a favor, but don't ever expect another again. I mainly didn't want to see such an interesting specimen go to waste, you know? Oh, well. You can thank me by not bitching when I use your body again.

And I can swear he is grinning now.

See ya real soon. Heh heh.

And the nausea hits me, straight in the abdomen.

Horrible, I want to throw up.

But I shakily lean down and take Gamzee from around the armpits, and lie him back onto the bed, his eyelids fluttering.

And I genuinely feel worried for him. So much that my stomach feels as if it is coiling itself into a knot, and squeezing. All as I feel a sort of overwhelming affection for the broken Makara. I want to... help him.

But I can't. I can't do anything.

This blooming feeling, this passion that might seem to be generated from pity.

In fact, it is not, but the little things about him that interest me so much. That I just can't stop thinking about.

His playful smirk, his matted hair, and fidgety, rumpled appearance. How he takes short little breaths as he sleeps, and just can't stop seeming to dote on me.

From the start, he always helped me out.

Even when I gave him access to what he wanted, he never took it.

And even though I had never experienced it, even though I didn't believe in the concept, I figure that this is... something similar to human setiment. Neither of us understood it. But now I accepted that Gamzee was the one I chose.

Did he choose me too, or did he give up on me after I so rudely discarded him?

The answer was all too clear.

Hmn. Ugh. I am literally overwhelming myself with feels as I write this. How does that even work. Oh god, one misfortune after another seems to happen to those two, doesn't it? Also, I apologize for the mistake with Rufioh's name in the last chapter, I will fix that, I promise! (I called him Kurloz)

Ummm... Please enjoy and review!