AN~

This was only meant to be two parts, and now I'm on FOUR. Oh well. Disclaimers in first chapter.

IV: Enter the Peanut Gallery (Through the Eye)

Two was miserable. Completely and totally miserable, leaning against the wall, his 'digital badass' image shattered. One was glaring into the space, furious with himself, his brother, and everyone else. Damion had disappeared.

On the other side of the room, Dannie was admiring the Duo scratched into Farfello's back, Farfello was jabbing the arm of the couch repeatedly (It was now completely ruined beyond repair) and Hannah was sitting next to Farf pondering the current situation. 

The silence was deafening, if possible. "... I know it might not be much coming from some one who's mentally insane and only been here for about a half an hour... but it looks to me that this is just something that can only be solved wit out yelling." Said Farf, shattering the deadly air.

"And I may be a freak," Said Hannah with seriousness, "Not as weird as Farf, but you know what I mean, but I can be smart when I want to, and I hafta agree."

"You got that poor guy near tears," He jabbed the arm desperately, trying to find more stabbing-area, "I think that last thing he needs is to yelled at and then ignored."

"I think One needs to let Two go. I also think that Damion needs to decide between Two and Aiji, which will be much more difficult." Hannah said after a contemplative pause, "What's your opinion, Farf?"  She asked the Irishman.

"I've known Damion for sometime….and he's not going to let go of Aiji that easily."

"Well, to move him to tears must put him somewhere near the line of decidedness." Hannah commented.

"…..but he won't let go off---," He glanced at Two, "What's yer name? Two?"

A silent nod was all the Twin gave him.

"I've been in his bed. he's been in mine. we were tied up in each other for the longest time... but he never let go of Aiji. it was pretty much a love triangle. even if Aiji was a bit creeped out by me... Damion's mind works in a weird way……almost as weird as mine."

"You DO have a weird mind," Dannie injected.

"Well, he seems to have some serious feelings going here…"

"Wanna make a bet?"

"Sure, I'll bet my dad's sheaf knife." Hannah said with a grin.

"Deal. My machete."

"You don't have to bet anything," She rolled her eyes, "I don't want your knives. And besides, you'll have more fun with them then I will."

Farf grinned, "Cool." He licked the pocket knife a couple of times to get whatever blood was on it from the X's on his arm, "Unless Two can put up with Damion being with him AND Aiji."

"He can. Two's a lot more…..tolerant, as you can see from this entire damned debate."

"Damion would never leave Aiji and Kieran." Dannie said, jumping into the conversation.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, "How many lovers DOES HE HAVE?!"

Dannie punched her, "Kieran is his son."

"Oh."

"If One can accept Two with Damion and maybe if Damion and Two would get together Two wouldn't obsess so much over Damion. we'd have a winner." Farf concluded.

"I doubt it." Said Hannah, the twin-expert, "One's really possessive."

"Farf," Dannie glanced at him, "Remind me why you're considered crazy again?"

"Because I killed my family and consider the dead appealing to the eye?" Farf asked.

"That would be a definite reason," Hannah nodded, "Even if One DOES let Two go, then Two will know he's not pleasing his twin." 

"So the only problem left is One." Dannie said to them both.

"Stupid stubborn program." Hannah complained.

Farfello raised an eyebrow, "Pro-------wait, don't bother, my mind is screwed up enough."

"he's from the Matrix. His core is still the Twin program though he may now possess a human shell," Explained Hannah.

"Whatever. I didn't understand a word you just said."

"Alright."

Farfello slammed his pocketknife into the arm so it stayed and glanced out at the Twins, "It seems we have one side figured out. The only problem left is the Twins."

There was a pouf of smoke and the element-demon reappeared, "Ok…sorry for running off like that."

"S'ok. Farf and me were discussing the current situation."

Farf cocked his head to the side, "Your eyeliner is running…."

Hannah punched him, "He was crying, you moron."

Damion wiped his eyes and cleared the eyeliner, "I'd rather he tell me then me stand here with that crap on my face."

Farfello stuck his tongue out at Hannah, " I know what I'm doing."

"Yeah, right."

"I know him better then you do."

"Agreed."

"Discussing the current situation? So, have we gotten any father?" He asked hopefully.

She lowered her voice so One and Two couldn't hear, "If we can get One to say yes and mean it then perhaps you can split your time between Two and Aiji, and Two will stop thinking about you so much because he has you."

"I've done that before….." Damion glanced at Two.

"Too bad I left you for Schuldich." Farf commented.

"I got over it."


Hannah raised an eyebrow. Farf rolled his eyes, "What?"

"What?"

"Forget it," She said with a wave of her hand, "Don't explain your love life to me."

"You know, one of my teammates. I told you that already."

"Oh yeah, him."

Meanwhile, Two had summoned up the energy to move onto the couch from the floor. Nearer his brother, who was still paying no attention to his smaller sibling.

"You alright?" Damion asked.

"Fine…….," said Two hesitantly, "I think."

Damion walked over to him and sat down. He stretched him upwards in order to stroke Two's hair. The twin leaned into him and closed his eyes and smiled peacefully. One made a strange noise that sounded like a combination of a growl, a snarl and a held-back obscenity, but his brother paid no attention to the elder twin.

"We'll figure something out," Said Damion in a soothing tone.

"I hope so. Whatever happens," Two replied softly, "I just want you and One to be happy."

"I just want YOU to be happy."

"I want me to be happy, too. But that's getting steadily more difficult."

"Hey buddy!" Yelled Farf.

Damion and both Twins glared at him.


"Errr…..One. What exactly is your problem?"

"You humans," He said, resisting the urge to sneer, "call it a combination of jealously and loneliness."

"The loneliness can be fixed if you're willing to move and Damion's willing to give up his spare room."

"What spare room?" A moment passed, "Oh! That spare room….sure….I don't give a rat's ass."

"It's not loneliness of the body, moron," One said, like he was explaining something to the umpteenth to a two year old, "It's loneliness of the mind. There is a significant difference."

"……….." the Irishman was momentarily stunned as he tried to figure out the distinction, "What is it?"

~To be continued…

AN~

Another part completed! Woot! Everyone shed some tears for poor Two and Damion.

Flamers will be bombarded by small burnt marshmallows. Yummy.

OH MY GOD! I'M BEING BOMBARBED BY BLUE-PURPLE BUTTONS! Maybe if you press one it'll stop? *puppy eyes*

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