Brit To Brit
By Ms. Kinnikuan
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Warning: Has yaoi. Don't like/know what that is, then don't read.
Timeline: The party before the Poison Six-Pack arrives.
Kevin Mask found himself staring at Checkmate throughout the party. Checkmate had forfeited his right to be in the Chojin Crown because his Three Feet Heat Partner needed medical assistance. Kevin idly wondered if he would have done the same.
Kevin tried not to have feelings or emotions for anyone else beside himself.
But then again, what was the use pushing a person who couldn't move?
Kevin wondered why Checkmate would now associate with the Fool Four out of all Chojins.
Kevin had always had a sort of abstract sort of respect for Checkmate.
Kevin vaguely felt like they were kindred spirits.
Wait, did he just use the term "kindred spirit".
Mask, don't turn all romantic now. Romance is stupid. It would only bring you pain.
It was better to be alone. You could go where you wanted. No responsibilities.
No one you had to answer to. No one to disappoint you. No one to surprise you with betrayal.
Yes, being alone definitely had the advantages. These thoughts were immediately followed by images of him and Checkmate enjoying bohemian London together.
Laughing. Checkmate drunkenly tossing off his crown to reveal long shiny blue-black hair. Dancing. Having se-Damn it, someone must have spiked the punch.
What else could explain these totally ridiculous images?
"Completely ridiculous images." Kevin muttered to himself, causing partiers to slowly back away from him
Kevin went back to thinking how stupid it was that Checkmate was hanging around with the Fool Four. Checkmate, unlike the Fool Four, wasn't a complete idiot.
Checkmate had a childhood similar to Kevin Mask's. Tough. Full of training. No signs of love or affection. Worse then mine, Kevin thought.
If nothing else, Robin Mask at least fed Kevin on something more substantial then stale bread crusts.
Kevin did envy that Checkmate had someone to train with, even if it was a dim-witted dinosaur. Maybe if he had a brother or a fellow trainee, maybe Robin would have made Kevin's life less difficult. Or maybe not, but at least Kevin would have had someone to bitch to at the end of the day who would listen.
Damn it, Mask. Thought Kevin. Don't get emotional. Not in front of all these people.
Anyway, it was stupid that Checkmate would around with the Fool Four.
Kevin knew that Checkmate would make an excellent lone wolf. He had the imposing cape, the attitude: "Feel The Burn, Burn The Feeling." If Checkmate ever showed interest in being a lone wolf, Kevin would be glad to show him the ropes.
Wait a minute where that thought come from? Thought Kevin.
Damn it, Mask you have better things to think about it besides Checkmate, Kevin thought to himself. Like wrestling strategy. Yes think of wrestling strategy, not how that lecherous Gazelleman is trying to touch Checkmate's butt. And how you wish you could be Gazelleman at the moment.
Face it Mask. You've got it bad. Why would you spend most of the evening thinking of Checkmate then? How you hope the Fool Four's ample stupidity doesn't rub off on him? What a nice butt he has? What color his hair is, if he has any?
Upon that realization, Kevin had two words: "DAMMMMMMMMMMMNN IIIITTTTTT!!!"
Everyone was startled. It even distracted Gazelleman from his repeated efforts to touch Checkmate's butt.