Jackals in the Night:
Chapter VII—One-Sided Coin
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A/N: Yup, I was told many a time that there was no slash when I said there would be. So I decided to devote an entire chapter on it. You all asked for it. ^_^ GAHA! Enjoy, Slave Drivers!
Pairings: Nny/Squee, Pepito/Squee [one sided]
Genre: Slash, Angst/Dramatic, OOC
Disclaimer: Vasquez wants to hurt me. I wanna live. We seem to be on some disagreements. ;_;
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Funny. I feel funny. I don't know why…no…I do. I'm in love. I don't know how or when it happen; it just did. Now, I feel funny all the time. I wonder if this is what love is supposed to feel. I've never felt love or be in love—at least not this kind. I have no clue what I should do. How I should act now. I'm sure he would worry if I acted too out of character[7], but…I really have no idea what I can do now.
I wonder…if he knows how I feel. Nny's has been acting strange ever since I moved in. So maybe he does suspect. However, he never mentions that I should move out…so maybe…
I sit on one of the boxes that are in the living room—awaiting Nny to come home from 24/7. I hope he didn't kill anyone this time. Last time he went there, it was on the news. Not a pretty sight. The door opens with somewhat of a bang; I look up to see Nny dragging some unconscious man into the house.
"Nny…who is that?" I press my lips together to keep myself from commenting on the red welt on this man's forehead.
"Some asshole from 24/7. Wouldn't stop making fun of my outfit." A demented grin crosses his features. "I'll make sure he learns not to make fun of people anymore."
"….oh…." I watch as he drags the body down the stairs, making sure that the man's head hits every single stair before reaching the bottom.
Sighing softly, I walk over to the couch where I had placed Schmee. If I had thought Schmee was quiet before, it is nothing compared to now. I think he's mad that I fell in love with Nny. He never did like him. Sure, he tolerated Nny because he was nice to me at times, but never really liked him. I hug my teddy bear close to my chest before sitting on the couch myself.
Breathing deeply, I await the sounds of tortured screams that will probably come from the basement any time soon. I really wonder how I could fall in love with such a homicidal maniac…but that doesn't really matter now. I love him and that's all there is to it. That simple and—also—that complicated.
As if on queue, a loud blood-curdling scream comes up from the basement. Nny is talking too, but calmly before it turns into mad rants. I can't make out what he's saying—I'm also glad that I can't. All I can do now is wait 'til he comes up from the basement. Covered with blood. Smiling like a lunatic but proudly. He'll ask where the bactine is before realizing he had forgotten to buy some—hence shifting him to his suicidal side. I'll have to stop him and then calm him down. I can't help but take some pleasure in that—even if it's twisted.
He walks into the room I am in as if he is performing a play for me. A play I have seen many times. Bloody has been splashed on his clothes and his boots as he walks into the bathroom. Hearing glass break as he tosses unwanted bottles away from the cupboard. His outrage is evident.
"WHERE IS THE BACTINE?![8]"
"You didn't buy any this time, Nny." I call from the couch, placing Schmee against one of the arms.
"….oh…." Nny's hurt voice echoes in the bathroom.
He walks out making sad noises as he moves to the glass case with a gun in it. I sigh as I get off the couch to stop him at yet another suicidal attempt.
"Nny…you don't have to kill yourself over bactine…" I soothe reaching my hand out to touch his arm.
"It's not just the bactine! That is just the tip of the iceberg! It's all the shit I have to…" I shush him quietly.
"I'll take some money with me and buy you bactine at the store okay?"
"NO! I wanted it then, but I cannot find something else I want." Nny's getting that crazy look in his eyes again. "However, I did not find it!"
"I'm sorry, Nny. Maybe tomorrow?"
"No! There isn't going to be a tomorrow! No more nights wasting looking for things I can never find! No more nights wishing for real friends…"
"But…aren't I your friend?" This is a shock. Usually he just gives up after a few moments of my intrusion.
"Hmm…." He stops trying to break the glass to put his hands underneath his chin. "I think so."
"Well…see! You don't have to wish for real friends because you have one." I smile cheerfully as I grab his arm moving him to the couch.
I feel him stiffen as I do that. I don't think he's used to anyone touching him, but it's good for him to have some human contact.
"I think that commercial where the family has diarrhea is on." I say softly—though I don't enjoy that commercial at all.
"OoOh! Really?! Let's check, Squeegee!" He hops on the couch, picking up the remote.
I smile softly at the childish antics of Nny. Laying my head down on his shoulder, I decide to at least pay somewhat attention to his odd obsession with that commercial. Schmee's silence has been long forgotten as I slowly fall asleep against his arm. Though I feel some wetness clinging to my skin, I'm happy for these short moments we have together.
I really am a sadistic person. I wonder if I'll ever be able to get Nny to love me back. Probably not. But I'm happy just being around him. I guess that's what love is.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome!
[7] XD A little joke on my part considering I believe everyone is OOC.
[8] Yes I know he swears in there. But I cannot stand that word much like how Nny cannot stand the word 'wacky.' Please don't hate me.