AN- Apparently, you all want to know what happens. Well, to be honest, so
do I. That's the way I write: no notes, just type........I don't recommend
this type of writing: you can scare yourself sometimes. Seriously. Right
now, I'm debating between Edge and/or Scott Hall during a certain key scene
next chapter. I'll let my fingers take control.........As usual, R/R!
Disclaimer- Whatever. Ya know the usual.
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He didn't feel like going to school today. He would tell his mom that he was sick. And, that was a good thing.......Good thing? That was his famous quote....Quote??? He didn't have a quote. He was a young.........wrestler?......no, a kid.
Wait, he had already gone to school with The Undertaker. Yes, he remembered that. Undertaker had gotten an 'F' on his Spelling test. Oh, it's true. Wait....that was Kurt's saying............Who was Kurt? Oh, he was the math teacher.........He was teaching about different angles today.....no, wait.........
DDP moaned, his childhood memories somehow mixing with his adult memories. In some distant part of his mind, he hoped he wouldn't have amnesia. The blood from his nose had dryed up. That was a good thing. Was that his phrase? The adult part of him hoped to wake up soon. But, his mind was drifting......drifting.......he didn't want to go to school today........
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Undertaker stared down at his ex-lover, feeling a wave of emotions too strong for words. Pain, Regret, Anger, Sadness, Curiousity, Jeaslously, and a small hint of fear. Four years, he thought. Four long years. He could almost see the same rush of emotions of Christian's face, although pain was the more dominant.
Undertaker moved his knee off the chair, throwing the thing absently to the side, where it hit the wall with a loud clang. Christian had closed his eyes tightly, clutching his right arm in a death-grip. The best thing to do would be to numb the area, making sure it doesn't swell up. Christian was biting his lip to keep from crying out in his agony, and Undertaker felt a few more emotions to add to the web he was already feeling; pride and respect. He placed his hand over Christian's, holding it almost as tightly as Christian was holding his right arm.
"Chris, you stupid daring idiot. We need to get some ice on that sucker or else you'll have trouble moving that arm at all." He paused. When next he spoke, it was in a soft voice, almost a whisper. "And if memory serves me right, you write with your right hand......"
He started to move the man's left hand, noting how the knuckles were turning white in their painful grip. Christian struggled of course, his natural male ego kicking in.
"Chris, I'm going to put some ice on that, with or without your cooperation. I know holding it helps dull the pain somewhat, but you don't want to tear your arm off in such a maddening grip." He reached over to the icebox that was seated near where the chair used to be. He almost smiled. He had no bags to put the ice in, so that left one alternative. He brought the ice box nearer to him, his one hand gripping a can of ice-cold Budweiser.
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Christian bit his lip, trying to ignore both the emotional and physical pain that was throbbing through him. Those same hands that had terrified many, were now gently trying to ease his hand away from the extremely painful right arm. Christian knew that if he bit his lip anymore, he'd be tasting blood.
Without warning, his hand was pulled away, in the grips of Undertaker's own powrful hand. In the same motion, he felt something cold.......a can, maybe?.......press to his pained arm. As the added cold pain bombarged his senses, he instinctively bit down harder on his lip, his hand gripping his former lover's. He breathed deep, his heartbeat now going too fast for his comfort.
He sat up, the pain thankfully beginning to go numb. And that was a good thing..........
His eyes snapped open, the reason *why* he was here in the first place slamming back into his mind. He struggled against the Undertaker's gentle grip, but to no avail. Undertaker, with a low angry growl, released Christian's hand. Only, a split-second later, he had both of them captured in his powerful grip. Christian lowered his head, hoping Undertaker hadn't seen the........
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Tears wellling up in his eyes. The pain he saw reflected in Christian's eyes tore through his heart like a knife. He touched the arm with his finger, noting the coldness there. Good. He moved the beer can away, reaching up to place his hand beneath Christian's chin.
"Christian, after all those years, you still can't look at me?" Undertaker tilted Christian's chin up, so that they were, once again, looking each other in the eye. "That's much better." Undertaker said, in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. Christian's eyes were moist with unshed tears, though his eyes were buring with both anger and desire. Undertaker smiled at the effect the emotions had on his love's eyes.
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DDP moaned, his conciousness returning....and with it, the pain. He clenched his lip brutally in his teeth, just as Christian had done earlier. He hoped Undertaker, if the man was still here, hadn't noticed his brief movement. As it was with subconcious and unconcious, DDP wouldn't remember his memories mixing together.
He decided the best bet would be to keep his eyes and mouth shut, and keep his ears open. He heard two people breathing......he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Two people could mean Kane and Undertaker.....a duo he didn't want to mess with. But.....wait.
The first, from his guesses, was Undertaker's. The second, however, sounded a bit shaky......like he or she had been crying. Now, how could be crying in the Undertaker's prescence? Well, many. So, that did nothing to limit his choices.
Risking it, he openend his eye a crack....then wider. He used all his willpower not to gasp or make any noises whatsoever. It was Christian, with his back leaning against the table with the TV, that DDP had seen earlier. He was glaring at Undertaker, with what emotion, DDP couldn't say at this distance. Speaking of the Devil, Undertaker was on both of his knees, his finger tilting Christian's chin up so they were eye-to-eye. His other hand was over Christian's right shoulder, not gripping, his hand was just.....there.
DDP quickly closed his eye, trying his best not to move. The way his legs felt now, it would hurt tremendously later when the numbness started to wear off. What he heard next almost stole a gasp of surprise from the self-help teacher.
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"It was your fault, 'Taker. You're the one that left, not me. So, don't be getting all sad and romantical on me. Just let me get Page, whom if you need reminding, you beat the shit out of. I'll get Page, walk out of here, and then we'll continue as we have before. Ignoring each other as best as possible, with the help of Vinc......"
Undertaker cut him off right there, his irritation at seeing Christian so angry becoming too much to handle. His head swooped down quickly, his lips capturing Christian's in a jealous and possesive kiss. His tongue broke through Christian's weak, if any, defenses. His tongue swirled around Christian's, teasingly.
Christian brought his left hand to push Undertaker away, but his hand betrayed him. The trecherous hand instead around Undertaker's neck, drawing the man closer to him. Christian unconciously let out a moan .....a moan which soon turned into disappointment as Undertaker used that moment to move away quickly. Their breath mingled as Undertaker spoke.
"Ignore that, Chris." One tear did manage to escape, though Christian would never admit to it. His mind wouldn't hold onto his anger, no matter how hard he tried. His voice was husky and shaky, no matter how much he tried to stop the tremble.
"Damn you, 'Taker. Damn you to Hell." Undertaker laughed at that.
"You can damn me there all you want, but I'll only go if you follow me into the Darkness, Christian."
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DDP's only thought at this moment was: HUH????? All he felt was confusion......which slowly grew into realization.
Pent-up emotions. That's what he sensed in Christian's last statement. Pain, love, anger, and a whole bunch even he couldn't untangle. Well, what to do now, Page thought. Maybe if he moved quietly, he could escape without bothering the two.....lovebirds? Doubtful. What then? He didn't have an answer to that one.
Well, it's now or never. He motivated his body closer to the door, using his hands, glad Undertaker's back was slightly to him. Unfortunatley, his sudden change of motion moved his legs. He hissed in a breath quickly, the numb-pain shooting up his leg. He opened his eyes, figuring he might as well; with his hiss of pain being so loud. DDP didn't like to swear, but, the occasion called for it:
Oh, shit.
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Undertaker turned quickly around, to both Christian's relief as well as disappointment. Undertaker quickly changed from the romantic but still gothic lover, to his normal self: A man ready to kill. DDP looked up at him, his hand holding his leg and fear in his eyes. Undertaker stood, walking slowly around DDP, like a spider inspecting the next meal that flew into it's web.
"So, you're awake. Up for another lesson? Fine with me." Christian hated him at that moment, the memory of the kiss, thankfully, lost. Unfortunately, his lips still tingled and wanted more. Christian watched Undertaker's movement, realizing what the Deadman was doing. His powerful body was blocking any way for DDP to see him (Christian). Undertaker made a motion with his hand, indicating for Christian to leave, unnoticed.
To hell with that idea.
Christian got up, and put himself between Undertaker and his former teacher. Undertaker's eyes blazed with fury and a 'What the hell are you doing?' look. Surprisingly, it was DDP who spoke up first.
"Kid, get out. Don't defend me."
"Shut up while I'm trying to defend you, Page." He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting Undertaker's glare. "I won't let you hurt him, 'Taker. I came here on a mission, and a mission only. I plan to achieve it."
"Do you now?" Undertaker put his hands on his hips, moving closer to Christian. He had a slight smirk on his lips. "And how do you plan to do that, might I ask? In a one-on-one match, you've got no chance, Chris."
"'Taker, your fight is with me. Don't hurt your...." DDP stopped, realizing his mistake too late. Undertaker shoved Christian aside, and lifted DDP up by grabbing a handful of his vest in his fist.
"'My what? Go ahead. Finish your sentence, Page. I'm intrigued to hear what you have to say."
"Don't hurt him, Undertaker!" Christian nearly screamed as he ran at Undertaker, in an attempt to distract him.
No such luck with that one. Undertaker easily grabbed Christian by his white sleeveless shirt. He looked once at Christian, than turned his attention back to DDP.
"In case you didn't know, this is my room. Anything I ask is an order to reply immediately. Now, as you were saying...." He brought DDP closer to him, his eyes blazing fury into DDP's painful and fearful gaze.
"I don't know what he is to you, 'Taker. What I do know is, I don't want the boy to come to any more pain. Your fight is with me, so let him go."
Undertaker released them both, and turned his back on both of them. He heard DDP cry out in pain, but he ignored it. He walked to the far corner in the room and sat down on his mortorcycle. He leaned his head against the handlebars, his back still to them. He uttered one command.
"Out."
"Undertaker, I........" Christian started, but was interrupted as Undertaker whirled around, glaring at him.
"Did you hear me?! I said 'out' and I meant it. You wanted to leave so bad, so, go. Take the Diamond out with you." He paused, and his eyes bore into Christian's with their intensity. "You want things to remain the same? Fine. Have it your way." He turned back around, but not before DDP saw the slight moistness in the Deadman's eyes.
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AN- I wanted this chapter to be longer, but....It's almost 1 AM!! I still have to do some chores!! Anyway, I'm going through an emotional roller coaster here....the words pouring out of me as they come to my mind. A lot of first for me, folks. First kiss in a fic. First angst. Etc....... PLEASE let me know what you think! I crave feedback! My email is always open! I hope, next fic, to get through WX8....not sure, though.
Disclaimer- Whatever. Ya know the usual.
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He didn't feel like going to school today. He would tell his mom that he was sick. And, that was a good thing.......Good thing? That was his famous quote....Quote??? He didn't have a quote. He was a young.........wrestler?......no, a kid.
Wait, he had already gone to school with The Undertaker. Yes, he remembered that. Undertaker had gotten an 'F' on his Spelling test. Oh, it's true. Wait....that was Kurt's saying............Who was Kurt? Oh, he was the math teacher.........He was teaching about different angles today.....no, wait.........
DDP moaned, his childhood memories somehow mixing with his adult memories. In some distant part of his mind, he hoped he wouldn't have amnesia. The blood from his nose had dryed up. That was a good thing. Was that his phrase? The adult part of him hoped to wake up soon. But, his mind was drifting......drifting.......he didn't want to go to school today........
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Undertaker stared down at his ex-lover, feeling a wave of emotions too strong for words. Pain, Regret, Anger, Sadness, Curiousity, Jeaslously, and a small hint of fear. Four years, he thought. Four long years. He could almost see the same rush of emotions of Christian's face, although pain was the more dominant.
Undertaker moved his knee off the chair, throwing the thing absently to the side, where it hit the wall with a loud clang. Christian had closed his eyes tightly, clutching his right arm in a death-grip. The best thing to do would be to numb the area, making sure it doesn't swell up. Christian was biting his lip to keep from crying out in his agony, and Undertaker felt a few more emotions to add to the web he was already feeling; pride and respect. He placed his hand over Christian's, holding it almost as tightly as Christian was holding his right arm.
"Chris, you stupid daring idiot. We need to get some ice on that sucker or else you'll have trouble moving that arm at all." He paused. When next he spoke, it was in a soft voice, almost a whisper. "And if memory serves me right, you write with your right hand......"
He started to move the man's left hand, noting how the knuckles were turning white in their painful grip. Christian struggled of course, his natural male ego kicking in.
"Chris, I'm going to put some ice on that, with or without your cooperation. I know holding it helps dull the pain somewhat, but you don't want to tear your arm off in such a maddening grip." He reached over to the icebox that was seated near where the chair used to be. He almost smiled. He had no bags to put the ice in, so that left one alternative. He brought the ice box nearer to him, his one hand gripping a can of ice-cold Budweiser.
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Christian bit his lip, trying to ignore both the emotional and physical pain that was throbbing through him. Those same hands that had terrified many, were now gently trying to ease his hand away from the extremely painful right arm. Christian knew that if he bit his lip anymore, he'd be tasting blood.
Without warning, his hand was pulled away, in the grips of Undertaker's own powrful hand. In the same motion, he felt something cold.......a can, maybe?.......press to his pained arm. As the added cold pain bombarged his senses, he instinctively bit down harder on his lip, his hand gripping his former lover's. He breathed deep, his heartbeat now going too fast for his comfort.
He sat up, the pain thankfully beginning to go numb. And that was a good thing..........
His eyes snapped open, the reason *why* he was here in the first place slamming back into his mind. He struggled against the Undertaker's gentle grip, but to no avail. Undertaker, with a low angry growl, released Christian's hand. Only, a split-second later, he had both of them captured in his powerful grip. Christian lowered his head, hoping Undertaker hadn't seen the........
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Tears wellling up in his eyes. The pain he saw reflected in Christian's eyes tore through his heart like a knife. He touched the arm with his finger, noting the coldness there. Good. He moved the beer can away, reaching up to place his hand beneath Christian's chin.
"Christian, after all those years, you still can't look at me?" Undertaker tilted Christian's chin up, so that they were, once again, looking each other in the eye. "That's much better." Undertaker said, in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. Christian's eyes were moist with unshed tears, though his eyes were buring with both anger and desire. Undertaker smiled at the effect the emotions had on his love's eyes.
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DDP moaned, his conciousness returning....and with it, the pain. He clenched his lip brutally in his teeth, just as Christian had done earlier. He hoped Undertaker, if the man was still here, hadn't noticed his brief movement. As it was with subconcious and unconcious, DDP wouldn't remember his memories mixing together.
He decided the best bet would be to keep his eyes and mouth shut, and keep his ears open. He heard two people breathing......he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Two people could mean Kane and Undertaker.....a duo he didn't want to mess with. But.....wait.
The first, from his guesses, was Undertaker's. The second, however, sounded a bit shaky......like he or she had been crying. Now, how could be crying in the Undertaker's prescence? Well, many. So, that did nothing to limit his choices.
Risking it, he openend his eye a crack....then wider. He used all his willpower not to gasp or make any noises whatsoever. It was Christian, with his back leaning against the table with the TV, that DDP had seen earlier. He was glaring at Undertaker, with what emotion, DDP couldn't say at this distance. Speaking of the Devil, Undertaker was on both of his knees, his finger tilting Christian's chin up so they were eye-to-eye. His other hand was over Christian's right shoulder, not gripping, his hand was just.....there.
DDP quickly closed his eye, trying his best not to move. The way his legs felt now, it would hurt tremendously later when the numbness started to wear off. What he heard next almost stole a gasp of surprise from the self-help teacher.
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"It was your fault, 'Taker. You're the one that left, not me. So, don't be getting all sad and romantical on me. Just let me get Page, whom if you need reminding, you beat the shit out of. I'll get Page, walk out of here, and then we'll continue as we have before. Ignoring each other as best as possible, with the help of Vinc......"
Undertaker cut him off right there, his irritation at seeing Christian so angry becoming too much to handle. His head swooped down quickly, his lips capturing Christian's in a jealous and possesive kiss. His tongue broke through Christian's weak, if any, defenses. His tongue swirled around Christian's, teasingly.
Christian brought his left hand to push Undertaker away, but his hand betrayed him. The trecherous hand instead around Undertaker's neck, drawing the man closer to him. Christian unconciously let out a moan .....a moan which soon turned into disappointment as Undertaker used that moment to move away quickly. Their breath mingled as Undertaker spoke.
"Ignore that, Chris." One tear did manage to escape, though Christian would never admit to it. His mind wouldn't hold onto his anger, no matter how hard he tried. His voice was husky and shaky, no matter how much he tried to stop the tremble.
"Damn you, 'Taker. Damn you to Hell." Undertaker laughed at that.
"You can damn me there all you want, but I'll only go if you follow me into the Darkness, Christian."
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DDP's only thought at this moment was: HUH????? All he felt was confusion......which slowly grew into realization.
Pent-up emotions. That's what he sensed in Christian's last statement. Pain, love, anger, and a whole bunch even he couldn't untangle. Well, what to do now, Page thought. Maybe if he moved quietly, he could escape without bothering the two.....lovebirds? Doubtful. What then? He didn't have an answer to that one.
Well, it's now or never. He motivated his body closer to the door, using his hands, glad Undertaker's back was slightly to him. Unfortunatley, his sudden change of motion moved his legs. He hissed in a breath quickly, the numb-pain shooting up his leg. He opened his eyes, figuring he might as well; with his hiss of pain being so loud. DDP didn't like to swear, but, the occasion called for it:
Oh, shit.
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Undertaker turned quickly around, to both Christian's relief as well as disappointment. Undertaker quickly changed from the romantic but still gothic lover, to his normal self: A man ready to kill. DDP looked up at him, his hand holding his leg and fear in his eyes. Undertaker stood, walking slowly around DDP, like a spider inspecting the next meal that flew into it's web.
"So, you're awake. Up for another lesson? Fine with me." Christian hated him at that moment, the memory of the kiss, thankfully, lost. Unfortunately, his lips still tingled and wanted more. Christian watched Undertaker's movement, realizing what the Deadman was doing. His powerful body was blocking any way for DDP to see him (Christian). Undertaker made a motion with his hand, indicating for Christian to leave, unnoticed.
To hell with that idea.
Christian got up, and put himself between Undertaker and his former teacher. Undertaker's eyes blazed with fury and a 'What the hell are you doing?' look. Surprisingly, it was DDP who spoke up first.
"Kid, get out. Don't defend me."
"Shut up while I'm trying to defend you, Page." He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting Undertaker's glare. "I won't let you hurt him, 'Taker. I came here on a mission, and a mission only. I plan to achieve it."
"Do you now?" Undertaker put his hands on his hips, moving closer to Christian. He had a slight smirk on his lips. "And how do you plan to do that, might I ask? In a one-on-one match, you've got no chance, Chris."
"'Taker, your fight is with me. Don't hurt your...." DDP stopped, realizing his mistake too late. Undertaker shoved Christian aside, and lifted DDP up by grabbing a handful of his vest in his fist.
"'My what? Go ahead. Finish your sentence, Page. I'm intrigued to hear what you have to say."
"Don't hurt him, Undertaker!" Christian nearly screamed as he ran at Undertaker, in an attempt to distract him.
No such luck with that one. Undertaker easily grabbed Christian by his white sleeveless shirt. He looked once at Christian, than turned his attention back to DDP.
"In case you didn't know, this is my room. Anything I ask is an order to reply immediately. Now, as you were saying...." He brought DDP closer to him, his eyes blazing fury into DDP's painful and fearful gaze.
"I don't know what he is to you, 'Taker. What I do know is, I don't want the boy to come to any more pain. Your fight is with me, so let him go."
Undertaker released them both, and turned his back on both of them. He heard DDP cry out in pain, but he ignored it. He walked to the far corner in the room and sat down on his mortorcycle. He leaned his head against the handlebars, his back still to them. He uttered one command.
"Out."
"Undertaker, I........" Christian started, but was interrupted as Undertaker whirled around, glaring at him.
"Did you hear me?! I said 'out' and I meant it. You wanted to leave so bad, so, go. Take the Diamond out with you." He paused, and his eyes bore into Christian's with their intensity. "You want things to remain the same? Fine. Have it your way." He turned back around, but not before DDP saw the slight moistness in the Deadman's eyes.
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AN- I wanted this chapter to be longer, but....It's almost 1 AM!! I still have to do some chores!! Anyway, I'm going through an emotional roller coaster here....the words pouring out of me as they come to my mind. A lot of first for me, folks. First kiss in a fic. First angst. Etc....... PLEASE let me know what you think! I crave feedback! My email is always open! I hope, next fic, to get through WX8....not sure, though.