Neko: Yes, this is the second chapter to Shades of Red. I couldn't just
leave poor Toddikins feeling all guilty. If enough people are interested
I'll do a prequel to Shades of Red about Lance and Scott's relationship
before they both died. So be interseted.
I had killed them both, not intentionally of course, but they were dead all because I'd taken that fucking visor. I'd read the note Scott had left a million times over in the past month or so and didn't eat nearly as much as I used to. It almost seemed routine now for Pietro to come in here with my dinner and some flies he had caught for me for some reason. The only way I could get him to go away was to finish it all. Lately he'd been giving me more and more gradually hoping I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a frog though and slowly bringing the water to a boil wouldn't work, but he wasn't bringing my life to a boil he was slowly turning the temperature down.
"You know you didn't kill them," he told me one day while I was forcing the food down my throat; it was some kind of soup. I think it was chicken noodle. "They killed eachother."
That was different. "What do you mean?" It was the most I'd said to him in months and I felt kind of bad because of that.
"Scott killed Lance by not telling his friends about them, for hiding it, and Lance killed Scott by leaving him and leaving him that knife. You didn't do anything."
"I took his visor," I replied quietly.
"During a battle that would've never happened if Scott had trusted his friends enough not to judge him." When I placed my spoon down he picked it up and held it in front of my lips until I opened my mouth to accept it. "Open."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked without doing as told. I gestured to the meal when he answered me with a distracted 'hm'. "Why do you care?"
"That's simple," He leaned back in the broken down chair he'd pulled next to my ratty mattress and smiled, "you're my friend."
"Fred is my friend." He came up every once in a while and tried to act like nothing had happened. He wasn't good with these types of situations though.
"He doesn't know how to interact with you when you're all depressed. Plus he's just a friend and is content with that." Pietro took a cracker from my plate and munched on it as I chewed on his words. Was he saying?
"Are you saying you're not content with just being my friend?" I cursed myself from practically squeaking with surprise, but I couldn't believe that someone who basically had his pick of girl could actually even remotely like smelly little me.
"Perhaps I am." He was calm and cool as usual, acting like life was no big deal. Only time I've ever seen him up tight is around his father. I was almost glad I wasn't an exception. "Hard to believe for you?"
"Kind of," I choked out, "I mean your so, and then I'm," I was trying not to swallow my tongue in my surprise and almost completely failed when his lips her pressed against mine in a flash. It was bold, but then again so was he. Plus no one would ever believe me so his reputation was pretty safe no matter what. "You have to stop blaming yourself and dwelling in the past," he cooed stroking my hair, "and look at the future, at _me_."
I blinked a couple of times unsure how to react to what I was hearing but no one had even seemed to care this much about me. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Why?" I finally asked in a small, shy voice. "I'm," I hesitated before croaking the word out, "ugly."
"You're nice and that means more than looks ever will. I know you aren't the best looking guy in the world, but just think how that makes me look next to you." I heard the slight laugh in his words and couldn't help but smile. "Now, how about we go clean you up? You haven't washed since we found Scott's body and I'm afraid that just won't do." He scooped me up in my arms, no problem considering the weight I had lost by not eating much, not that I has heavy to begin with, and carried me to the bathroom.
As he set me down on the counter next to the sink I had no clue how my life was going to work out, but I thought back on his words and realized they were true. I hadn't killed anybody. I looked distractedly around the room, something shining catching my eye. I reached down and picked it up; it was a silver band with Lance and Scott's names inscribed on the inside with an elaborate yet small heart in the middle of the words.
"Pietro?"
He looked over and we studied the ring together. He was probably recalling the same time as I was. Lance had practically torn the bathroom apart looking for something and mumbling to himself about how he was going to die if he didn't find 'it'.
"Well I'll be damned."
Neko: Yep, no clue what got into me so don't ask. I'm really not fond of Pietro and Todd as a couple. I mean I can see evidence of at least Todd liking Pietro. I can't really see Todd with anyone on the show so I just threw the two together because they were the ones to find Scott's corpse. Uh, yeah. Review and I might do a prequel if people are interested. That's all I have to say.
I had killed them both, not intentionally of course, but they were dead all because I'd taken that fucking visor. I'd read the note Scott had left a million times over in the past month or so and didn't eat nearly as much as I used to. It almost seemed routine now for Pietro to come in here with my dinner and some flies he had caught for me for some reason. The only way I could get him to go away was to finish it all. Lately he'd been giving me more and more gradually hoping I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a frog though and slowly bringing the water to a boil wouldn't work, but he wasn't bringing my life to a boil he was slowly turning the temperature down.
"You know you didn't kill them," he told me one day while I was forcing the food down my throat; it was some kind of soup. I think it was chicken noodle. "They killed eachother."
That was different. "What do you mean?" It was the most I'd said to him in months and I felt kind of bad because of that.
"Scott killed Lance by not telling his friends about them, for hiding it, and Lance killed Scott by leaving him and leaving him that knife. You didn't do anything."
"I took his visor," I replied quietly.
"During a battle that would've never happened if Scott had trusted his friends enough not to judge him." When I placed my spoon down he picked it up and held it in front of my lips until I opened my mouth to accept it. "Open."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked without doing as told. I gestured to the meal when he answered me with a distracted 'hm'. "Why do you care?"
"That's simple," He leaned back in the broken down chair he'd pulled next to my ratty mattress and smiled, "you're my friend."
"Fred is my friend." He came up every once in a while and tried to act like nothing had happened. He wasn't good with these types of situations though.
"He doesn't know how to interact with you when you're all depressed. Plus he's just a friend and is content with that." Pietro took a cracker from my plate and munched on it as I chewed on his words. Was he saying?
"Are you saying you're not content with just being my friend?" I cursed myself from practically squeaking with surprise, but I couldn't believe that someone who basically had his pick of girl could actually even remotely like smelly little me.
"Perhaps I am." He was calm and cool as usual, acting like life was no big deal. Only time I've ever seen him up tight is around his father. I was almost glad I wasn't an exception. "Hard to believe for you?"
"Kind of," I choked out, "I mean your so, and then I'm," I was trying not to swallow my tongue in my surprise and almost completely failed when his lips her pressed against mine in a flash. It was bold, but then again so was he. Plus no one would ever believe me so his reputation was pretty safe no matter what. "You have to stop blaming yourself and dwelling in the past," he cooed stroking my hair, "and look at the future, at _me_."
I blinked a couple of times unsure how to react to what I was hearing but no one had even seemed to care this much about me. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Why?" I finally asked in a small, shy voice. "I'm," I hesitated before croaking the word out, "ugly."
"You're nice and that means more than looks ever will. I know you aren't the best looking guy in the world, but just think how that makes me look next to you." I heard the slight laugh in his words and couldn't help but smile. "Now, how about we go clean you up? You haven't washed since we found Scott's body and I'm afraid that just won't do." He scooped me up in my arms, no problem considering the weight I had lost by not eating much, not that I has heavy to begin with, and carried me to the bathroom.
As he set me down on the counter next to the sink I had no clue how my life was going to work out, but I thought back on his words and realized they were true. I hadn't killed anybody. I looked distractedly around the room, something shining catching my eye. I reached down and picked it up; it was a silver band with Lance and Scott's names inscribed on the inside with an elaborate yet small heart in the middle of the words.
"Pietro?"
He looked over and we studied the ring together. He was probably recalling the same time as I was. Lance had practically torn the bathroom apart looking for something and mumbling to himself about how he was going to die if he didn't find 'it'.
"Well I'll be damned."
Neko: Yep, no clue what got into me so don't ask. I'm really not fond of Pietro and Todd as a couple. I mean I can see evidence of at least Todd liking Pietro. I can't really see Todd with anyone on the show so I just threw the two together because they were the ones to find Scott's corpse. Uh, yeah. Review and I might do a prequel if people are interested. That's all I have to say.