Sorry for taking so long to update (Can a day and a half even be considered a long time? Feels like it sometimes.) but I had things to take care of. Cleaning, getting ready to start high school (not looking forward to that but I did get an Usa-chan backpack so it's all chill), and cooking. The update after this probably won't be here until Saturday cause I have things to do Friday. Oh well, here's what our lovely Cronus has been doing starting from after Eridan leaves. Ladies and gentlemen, whores and sluts. Step right up: behind this curtain is where all your fantasies come to life. This is a place where you can escape. Welcome to… THE CAPTOR HOUSE! Warning: fluff ensues c:

You are now Cronus.

You jolt awake at the sound of the front door slamming, meaning your dad would be heading out. Your head throbs and you groan because everything just hurts so much right now. You sit up and force yourself out of bed, looking in the mirror against your wall. The cut near your temple is caked in dry blood and looks infected and you know that, despite how fucking attractive you are, that thing is seriously going to ruin your game. Not that that even matters anymore, since you're pretty sure you're in a relationship now. Relationships and you don't really like each other all that much, but hey, you'll try anything for that kid.

Suddenly that kid is occupying all your thoughts and the pain enveloping your body doesn't even come close to grasping your attention. What WAS it about that boy? You feel something strange on your face and raise a hand to dab at it: it's wet, and when you look back in the mirror you conclude that it's a tear which is strange because you DON'T cry. That's just never happened, but the more you think of how Tuna isn't here with you right now, the more tears fall down your cheeks. What the fuck?

You growl at your reflection and wipe the damned things away, turning away from the mirror and deciding that you were going to fix this. You run over to your dresser and grab a pair of purple boxers, a pair of baggy denim jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and some socks. You storm around your room and grab the things you'll need: a duffel bag, your leather jacket, a box of cigarettes, your comb, some hair gel, a lighter, and some swimming trunks. You shove the items in the duffel bag and you're about to move the dresser out of the way so you can leave when you hear a door open. You look over your shoulder at the time: 9:45. Your brother was the only one home, but where would he be going?

You lean against the dresser with your bag in hand and listen: shuffling, the closing of a bedroom door, more shuffling, the opening of the front door, then it's shutting. You shrug and push the dresser out of the way and open your door, walk through the hallway, down the stairs, and into the downstairs bathroom. You grab your toothbrush and shove it in the bag. Deciding that you're ready, you exit through the back door and glance at the driveway: no car. Satisfied, you make your way towards the Captor house: towards Tuna.

After about five minutes of walking you're at the Captor house. To your left you see that Sollux kid, walking away from his house and towards the woods. Not really in the mood to care, you sling the bag over your shoulder coolly and knock on the screen door. There's some shuffling, and then a man with dark brown hair, glasses, and a small beard opens the door. He's just wearing boxers and a T-shirt, so you know he was about to go to bed, but again: not caring.

"Ay there chief, is Tuna here?" you ask casually like you've known this guy for ages. He squints and his eyes access you: up and down, judging you just like parents were prone to do. You grin arrogantly and look at him from an angle, to which he laughs. Dear god Captors are fucking weird. You're a little worried that he won't let you in, which would suck cause you'd even gone so far as to NOT smoke! Yet.

"Ya he's here, and who are you? The leading role in Grease?" he snorts at his own joke and you frown, losing your cool. Just who did this guy think he was? After his laughter dies down, he smiles warmly at you, which disgusts you because it reminds you of Sollux. In fact, this guy didn't look all that much like Mituna. Weird.

"Seriously though, who are you and how do you know my son?" he asks, more serious this time. You shrug nonchalantly, getting back into the drift of being you without feeling awkward and upset.

"Name's Cronus, and I'm Mituna's…," you ponder on how you should answer this, settling on, "Friend."

The man nods and steps out of the way to let you in. He tells you to wait in the kitchen while he gets Mituna, so you just close the screen door behind you and lean against the wall to the left of the door. It's a neat little kitchen that kind of looks like yours, with a black stove, a greyish microwave with green little numbers on it for the time, a white fridge, and a white dinner table. That last part was different: you don't have a dining table at your house. Or that fancy dishwasher. Your dad just made you and Eridan hand wash em, which SUCKED.

You can see the living room from here which is the same size as yours, but everything is much nicer. They have an actual COUCH, not just a recliner for Dad only, and a much better TV. Then there was that fancy little doodad that sort of extended off the couch, a chase you think it's called. This house was fucking nice, and you're pretty sure they're rich. Or at least, richer than you.

You sigh in boredom, done with admiring their house which was so much better than yours. You here footsteps approaching and your gaze drifts towards the stairs, watching first that man round the corner and then Tuna. He looks absolutely stunning right now in those little yellow pajamas with the chibi bees on them, hair all ruffled and covering his adorable little face. He's wearing the cutest little panda slippers and holding a stuffed bee underneath his arm. He's dressed for bed, but doesn't look tired at all which pleases you: you don't want to be rude after all.

He looks at you, you think, and the half of his face you CAN see lights up. He smiles brightly and runs towards you, jumping up and making you drop the bag, wrapping his arms around your neck and hanging from it. You lean forward a bit, not anticipating all the weight on your neck, but adjust and wrap your arms around his back. He giggles and kisses your neck and the breath hitches in your throat. His dad quirks an eyebrow, but he's still smiling so you guess this is a good thing? You stop staring wide eyed at his dad and look fondly at Tuna, who's kicking his legs in the hair excitedly.

"So, just his friend huh?"

Your eyes dart back up to Tuna's dad and you just kind of freeze right there because fuck you've been found out. You chuckle nervously and rub the back of your head, holding Mituna with the other. You're about to say something like 'ya he's just an affectionate twerp' but then Mituna kisses your lips and pretty much ruins any chance you have at blowing this off. It's his DAD'S turn to widen his eyes and he just sort of stares, watching you two as Tuna gets off of you and grabs your bag.

"Come on idiot!" he cheers before grabbing your wrist with his free hand and tugging you towards the stairs. When you brush past his dad you gulp and avoid eye contact, thankful once you reach the stairs. You don't even look back or trust yourself to stop running until you're safe in Tuna's room, slamming the door behind you out of habit because you're pretty sure his dad is stomping up here to hit you. You brace yourself for the inevitable banging on the door, but when it doesn't come you have to remind yourself: this isn't home. In fact, it's better.

Tuna throws your stuff on his bed, which is decorated with even more freaking bees. What was UP with this kid and bees? His walls are bright purple though, and you remember that they probably haven't gotten a chance to paint the house yet. In a week or too, those walls will probably be bees too. He pulls on you again, snapping you back to the here and now, and drags you to the bed. He lets go and jumps on the bed, face planting with the comforter and you just chuckle and sit on the edge of the bed.

He retracts back up and grabs a remote, turning on the TV and oh c'mon, he even has a TV in his ROOM? He turns to come cartoon you remember from when Eridan was eleven called Adventure Time. You eye the familiar yellow dog and weirdly drawn human boy, but then decide that if this is what Tuna wants to watch, you'll watch it too. He leans back into his pillow and brings his knees against his chest, clutching that stuffed bee for dear life.

Then he turns towards you, still sitting at the edge of the bed awkwardly. The only time you're in somebody's bed is to fuck, so this is a bit surreal. He brushes the hair from his face and blinks at you in confusion. You raise an eyebrow before he grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him and practically making you lay right by him. Then he places the bee in his right hand and snuggles into your chest, grabbing your arm and making you put it around him. More than a little shocked, you stare at the boy, but he's already got his eyes glued back on the TV. You sigh and ruffle his fluffy hair, then pull him closer and watch the stupid kiddy show.

"I really like you," he randomly says, still focused on the cartoon. You smile at the confession, because you know that from anyone else, that statement would mean absolutely nothing, but from him it meant the absolute world. Maybe you're bedroom wasn't the only escape you had from that shitty thing you called a life?

"Ya vell, I like ya too tverp."

Vwha-lah!