AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not sure if I'm gonna have this tie in with "All the
Things Unsaid" or not. So far you can read this as a one-shot or as a
prequel-thing to "All the Things Unsaid".
DISCLAIMER: The characters I'm "borrowing" belong to Brian Jacques. But the sick and twisted plot is mine.
Mokkan: "Borrowing"? Don't you mean stealing?
VampCat: *rolls eyes* Look who's talking.
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Mokkan's thoughts directed to Gelltor.
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I wonder what you would think if I confronted you. What would you say if I told you I knew your secret? How would you react if I revealed that same secret to everyone? Would you be surprised that I figured you out? If that's the case, then truly, you must have taken me for a fool. I could tell all along how you felt. It was easy. Even though you disagreed with me at every opportunity, I could tell it was all a game, a charade, a sham to disguise what you really felt. So, what else could I do but try harder? From the moment I found out the truth, I took every chance I had to make you miserable, to make your life a hell.
But no matter how mad I made you, the rage that covered your face never reached your pale-yellow eyes. They always shone with love. I became even more determined to show you that I didn't feel anything for you except hatred, that the only thing I regarded you with was contempt. Maybe you thought that eventually, if you held onto them long enough, your feelings would be returned.
You fool. To think *I* would ever care that much for *you*? It was preposterous. Outrageous that you could hope your love might change my mind. How ironic that that disgusting infatuation - for what else could it be? - only made me more malicious and cruel to you. Whenever we were together, we bickered and squabbled over everything! It finally got so bad that our eccentric mother, High Queen Silth, threatened to feed us to the Teeth of the Deeps if we didn't shut up and stop fighting. I wouldn't put such a thing pass the old bat, so, naturally, I backed off.
Then-when it started causing too much trouble to be at your throat all the time - I started avoiding you as much as possible. But somehow, we always seemed to run into each other - in the corridors, the hallways. . .I just couldn't get rid of you! Were you following me? Or was it just fate's way of tormenting me? When I finally realized how much you were occupying my thoughts, I was horrified. You were managing to get under my skin. Ugh, even the dual meaning of that statement disgusts me!
A Marlfox must never feel mercy or compassion or love. It's against our very nature! Despite your lack of patience, it shocks me that I have yet to make you loathe me. It drives me crazy that you don't detest me by now. How can you not revile me after the way I've always treated you?
It's pathetic the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. It's embarrassing to think that you still have faith, that you still believe I'll have a change of heart. I just can't stand it! I can't stand the love you have for me. It is a weakness, and I hate it. It's despicable, vile, and revolting because. . .because I feel the same way.
~END~
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please R&R. Sorrow this fic wasn't very long, but I was actually going for short, bittersweet, and to the point. Even though I'm still expecting flames, I've decided that I'm becoming very fond of this pairing.
Mokkan and Gelltor: *sarcastically* Great.
VampCat: *in an irritated voice* Oh, come on. You two make a great couple!
Mokkan and Gelltor: *sweatdrops*
DISCLAIMER: The characters I'm "borrowing" belong to Brian Jacques. But the sick and twisted plot is mine.
Mokkan: "Borrowing"? Don't you mean stealing?
VampCat: *rolls eyes* Look who's talking.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Mokkan's thoughts directed to Gelltor.
~~~
I wonder what you would think if I confronted you. What would you say if I told you I knew your secret? How would you react if I revealed that same secret to everyone? Would you be surprised that I figured you out? If that's the case, then truly, you must have taken me for a fool. I could tell all along how you felt. It was easy. Even though you disagreed with me at every opportunity, I could tell it was all a game, a charade, a sham to disguise what you really felt. So, what else could I do but try harder? From the moment I found out the truth, I took every chance I had to make you miserable, to make your life a hell.
But no matter how mad I made you, the rage that covered your face never reached your pale-yellow eyes. They always shone with love. I became even more determined to show you that I didn't feel anything for you except hatred, that the only thing I regarded you with was contempt. Maybe you thought that eventually, if you held onto them long enough, your feelings would be returned.
You fool. To think *I* would ever care that much for *you*? It was preposterous. Outrageous that you could hope your love might change my mind. How ironic that that disgusting infatuation - for what else could it be? - only made me more malicious and cruel to you. Whenever we were together, we bickered and squabbled over everything! It finally got so bad that our eccentric mother, High Queen Silth, threatened to feed us to the Teeth of the Deeps if we didn't shut up and stop fighting. I wouldn't put such a thing pass the old bat, so, naturally, I backed off.
Then-when it started causing too much trouble to be at your throat all the time - I started avoiding you as much as possible. But somehow, we always seemed to run into each other - in the corridors, the hallways. . .I just couldn't get rid of you! Were you following me? Or was it just fate's way of tormenting me? When I finally realized how much you were occupying my thoughts, I was horrified. You were managing to get under my skin. Ugh, even the dual meaning of that statement disgusts me!
A Marlfox must never feel mercy or compassion or love. It's against our very nature! Despite your lack of patience, it shocks me that I have yet to make you loathe me. It drives me crazy that you don't detest me by now. How can you not revile me after the way I've always treated you?
It's pathetic the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. It's embarrassing to think that you still have faith, that you still believe I'll have a change of heart. I just can't stand it! I can't stand the love you have for me. It is a weakness, and I hate it. It's despicable, vile, and revolting because. . .because I feel the same way.
~END~
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please R&R. Sorrow this fic wasn't very long, but I was actually going for short, bittersweet, and to the point. Even though I'm still expecting flames, I've decided that I'm becoming very fond of this pairing.
Mokkan and Gelltor: *sarcastically* Great.
VampCat: *in an irritated voice* Oh, come on. You two make a great couple!
Mokkan and Gelltor: *sweatdrops*