ATTENTION, AHEM, OVER HERE.

Right. Hi, there. Apologies and excuses are at the end.

I'm writing this book based on that Feel AU from the kktato, and holy snap, it's really fun, and I'm kind of starting to obsess over it to the point that I make crappy animes of the characters using crappy internet dress up games and crap like that and yeah

So

Go to my deviantart to see the crappy animes (and also a Skylox valentine's day card I made that rather inconveniently has my name on it [cue facepalm]). It's hghrules, in case you couldn't guess.

KAY, NAO, READ. :D

Title: Important

Pairing: MunchingUniverse (Tyler and Jason)

Genre: fluff, I guess. A tad bit of angst?

Warnings: None. Oh, wait, there's an angry choir director. Yeah, that's all.

Word Count: 1,238. Holy snap, a legitimately sized oneshot! :O

OTHER RANDOM STUFF YOU SHOULD KNOW: First bit is third person, second bit is Jason's POV. Kay, now read.

His eyes went wide.

And before anyone could even ask him what was wrong, he was pushing people off the risers on his way to the edge of the stage. While the choir director yelled about disrupting the rest of the choir with stupidity and uncalled for recklessness, he hopped off the stage and darted down the aisle. "It's important!" he cried frantically as he shoved open the auditorium doors.

The last words he heard were, "Fine. Don't ever come to another rehearsal again!"

He cringed, but didn't falter.*


"Tyler?" I ask quietly. There's no reply from the seemingly empty room. "Tyler, it's me, Jason. I- I felt you panicking... Tyler, please answer if you're here."

After another moment of silence, I frown and step back into the hallway, ready to check every other room in the entire house. As soon as I leave that room, though, a faint whimper reaches my ears. "J-Jason... Wait, don't go."

With a sad smile, I reenter the room. "It's okay, Tyler. Now that I'm here, I won't leave."

A quiet sniffle comes from the bed, and I curse myself for not noticing the lump under the sheets sooner.

"Hey, Ty, it's alright. You're okay. Why are you crying?" I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed. Tyler immediately pokes his head out of the covers, holding out his hands as a sign for me to come closer. I crawl to the back of the bed and pull the boy into my arms, bulky covers and all, and he instantly relaxes. "What happened?"

"I- I- Well, the h-hunters came by, a-and-"

"What?" I ask sharply, my eyes widening in alarm. "The hunters were here? Did they hurt you? Did they threaten you? Are you okay?"

Tyler squirms a bit as my grip on him tightens. "N-No, I'm fine. I- I hid in the closet, in your old astronaut suit. They didn't see me, and when they finally left, I moved to your bed. B-But-"

"Notch," I whisper, "I'm so sorry, Tyler, I- I should have been here! I'm supposed to protect you!"

"Jason, it's okay, I-I'm fine, see? I just-"

"No, you're not fine! You're stuttering, you're scared, you're-"

"Jason! It doesn't matter. I'm not worried about me – they don't want me, I'm human. You're not."

"I may not be entirely human, but at least I have a heart. If those hunters come anywhere near you again, they'll have even the sorry black thing they pass off as a soul torn out!"

"Don't say that, you don't like to hurt people," Tyler reminds me gently, wiggling out of my arms and holding me in his arms instead.

I sigh. "Yeah, but they aren't people. They don't count."

"I mean, technically, they are-"

"They aren't," I growl. "They're monsters. Look, you're still shaking! Did they even have a warrant? I'll bet they didn't!"

"Shh, calm down," Tyler whispers, hugging me closer.

"Ugh," I groan, "you shouldn't have to do this. I should be comforting you, not the other way around. I mean, honestly, a bunch of scary people we don't know just barged into our house while you were home, and now I'm being stupid and overreacting- but I will murder them if they scare you like that again. That's not okay, Tyler."

"Shush, you're just mad. My Jason doesn't like to hurt people."

I frown. "Am I not your Jason right now?"

He rolls his eyes. "You idiot, of course you're my Jason, you'll always be my Jason. I just think you need to calm down so you can think straight."

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Now, you basically exploded through the front door earlier, so I'm guessing you knew I was freaking out?"

"Well, yeah, that's why I came."

"Ah. Wait- Wait, Jason, you didn't-"

I chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of my neck gently with my hand. "I, uh, yeah. I did."

"Jason! That's the third time this month that you've run out in the middle of a choir rehearsal, you can't do that!"

"I was worried about you," I say defensively. Then, with a slightly bitter tone (though the bitterness is directed entirely toward the choir director, not toward Tyler), I add, "Oh, but don't worry, because I won't be doing that anymore."

Tyler's eyes widen. "Jason, what did you do?"

"Nothing! I told him it was important, but, uh... well, he sort of kicked me out of the choir?"

Tyler groans loudly. "Jason!"

"What? It was important! It is important."

"So is choir!"

"But you come first."

"Jason, I wasn't even hurt. I could just be panicking about one of my favorite ships becoming canon or something, and your weird sixth sense would send you running home to make sure I wasn't dead. It's not trust-worthy."

I glare at him. "Hey, it has saved lives!"

"Yeah, but not mine. My life doesn't need saving. I don't want you giving up all your hobbies and crap for me, Jason."

I huff. "I'm not 'giving up all my hobbies and crap.' I'm just protecting you."

Tyler raises an eyebrow. "Protecting me? Where were you when the hunters knocked on our door?"

Tears prick in my eyes as I try to splutter out an answer, because, yeah, he's right, I completely failed him. What kind of Protector am I? Geez, Tyler might as well just walk outside and find himself a freaking Jester to love, at least they'd know how to use their sixth sense. Come on, even the stupid Stress Relievers have more control over their sixth sense than I do!

Tyler's eyes widen. "Oh, gosh, Jason, I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean that at all!"

"I-It's-" I clear my throat. "It's okay."

He shakes his head quickly. "No, no it's not! Notch, I'm so sorry, Jason, I'm actually really glad you came. I would probably still be freaking out if you weren't here. Notch, I am so sorry. I know all you wanted was to protect me – and you are protecting me, you are, I promise!"

I raise an eyebrow skeptically. "You know, it's okay to tell me if I'm failing miserably."

Tyler frowns slightly. "But you're not, Jason, you're doing fine. A lot of Protectors would see what I was flipping out about and then tell me to suck it up and stop being such a baby. But you care about me, Jason, so you don't do that, you don't even question it at all, you just sit down next to me and wrap me up in your arms and tell me that everything is okay, over and over, until I believe it. And I love you, Jason, I love you a whole lot for that," he finishes, shutting his eyes tightly and then hiding his face in my shirt while he clutches onto my arms. I smile a little and pull him in closer. And now I'm not as worried about my abilities as a Protector, because as long as I can keep Tyler safe and happy, I'm good enough.

"I love you, too, Tyler."


*At this point, my friend Anna ripped my notebook out of my hands and wrote, "I didn't like him anyway," said his girlfriend. "Well, time to go try to impress the hot drummer down there...," before finally giving it back.

I then informed her that the person was gay, and she bent over laughing.

So, yeah.

Whatever. XD

ANYWAYS, here's some info for those who are CONFUSED:

Jason has a sixth sense – this sixth sense alerts him when his loved ones are panicking or scared. He is a Protector.

Jesters have a sixth sense that tells them when their loved ones are happy and when they are sad.

Stress Relievers have a sixth sense that allows them to know when their loved ones are extremely stressed out (so they can do something about it).

And hunters randomly hunt down anyone with a sixth sense.

Yeah, Tyler is normal. He's boring. . But it doesn't even matter, because he's Jason's boyfriend.

So, uh, that's all. I think.

Sorry for being late. My computer crashed and we couldn't get it fixed 'till Thursday. . It was so terrified I'd lost all my writing... *shivers*

And I'm also sorry for not posting the week before last like I said I would. Oops, I'm sorry.

I'm posting on Friday (today) because I'm going to Nebraska tonight. ^.^

Baiii, my be-ay-yoo-tiful Rulers!