Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon "Jackie Chan Adventures" or any of the characters. Neither do I own the song, "Mean to Me"
This is a yaoi, also known as a slash. For the innocent people out there who are unfamiliar with these terms, I will be blunt. This story contains a homosexual relationship between two men. If you do not like such stories, do not read this one.
Although I do accept constructive critisisim, rudeness and flames will be ignored.
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/You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me
Gee, honey it seems to me
You love to see me crying/
Jackie had done well in hiding his tears in front of his team members. They were never to know about what had passed between him in Valmont that night.
~Flashback~
'How can you pretend that nothing ever happened between us?' He had demanded, glaring across the empty room from the man he had once called lover.
'Nothing did happen between us.' Valmont stated coolly. As tears started to slide their way down Jackie's face, Valmont smiled faintly. 'Did you honestly think I took those nights we spent together seriously?' Jackie's body shook in anger, his head lowered and his eyes shut tight.
'You can't do this, Valmont! Not to me!' Jackie whispered, 'You may have done it to other lovers, but not to me.' Silence fell for a few moments, and Jackie felt a hand under his chin, lifting his face up. His eyes met those of Valmont.
'You're so beautiful when you cry.' Valmont stated simply. An insitant pounding on the door suddenly became apparent, along with Ratso's voice yelling that they needed to get out of their quick.
'Don't worry, I won't pretend anymore.' Valmont smiled gently. 'I'll call you tonight as soon as it's safe.'
~End Flashback~
/I stay home each night
When you say you'll phone, you don't
And I'm left alone singing the blues and crying/
Of course, everyone had wanted to know what had happened that night, and why Jackie had been out so late on his own. Jackie simply explained that he thought the Dark Hand was up to something and was looking into it. They would have continued to question him had he not polietly fained sleepiness, and slipped into his bedroom.
He stared intently on the same spot in his book as before for a few more moments. Frustrated, Jackie slammed it shut, and looked at the clock. One in the morning, and his cellphone had still not made a sound.
Jackie fought back the tears. How could Valmont do this to him again? Even worse, how could Jackie have believed him? Valmont never called when he said he would. Jackie was always left waiting until the wee hours of the morning until he realized the the phone was going to remain silent.
/You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever some body is near, dear/
It didn't help to confront Valmont, either. First, he would get the cold shoulder. The Dark Hand would smirk and fight back laughter as Jackie chased Valmont around the hideout, trying to get a simple answer out of the crime lord. To make matters worse, when Valmont would finally speak to him, it was always to tell Jackie to stop being so whiney or needy or childish. It was all just a big game to Valmont, making Jackie look like an idiot in front of his minions.
/It must be, great fun to be mean to me.
You shouldn't for can't you see
what you mean, to me/
'What the hell?' Jackie thought, grabbing his cellphone. 'I have Valmont's number. Whether he's safe or not, I have to end this.'
The phone rang only twice before Valmont picked up.
"What do you want, Chan?" Came the irritated British accent. "I told you I would call you."
"Then why did you answer the phone so soon?" Jackie teased. Valmont stuttered for a moment. "So you ARE safe!" Jackie declared triumphently.
"Just get to the point." Valmont insisted. This time it was Jackie's turn to fumble through his words.
"I called--well, Valmont..." Jackie stammered, cursing himself. It had been so much easier in his mind.
"Spit it out, Chan! I haven't got all night." Valmont hissed.
"I justed wanted you to know..." Jackie heistated, cursing himself for what he was about to do.
"Wanted me to know WHAT?" Valmont pressed impaitently.
"That I love you." Jackie murmured, just before he hung up the phone.
This is a yaoi, also known as a slash. For the innocent people out there who are unfamiliar with these terms, I will be blunt. This story contains a homosexual relationship between two men. If you do not like such stories, do not read this one.
Although I do accept constructive critisisim, rudeness and flames will be ignored.
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/You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me
Gee, honey it seems to me
You love to see me crying/
Jackie had done well in hiding his tears in front of his team members. They were never to know about what had passed between him in Valmont that night.
~Flashback~
'How can you pretend that nothing ever happened between us?' He had demanded, glaring across the empty room from the man he had once called lover.
'Nothing did happen between us.' Valmont stated coolly. As tears started to slide their way down Jackie's face, Valmont smiled faintly. 'Did you honestly think I took those nights we spent together seriously?' Jackie's body shook in anger, his head lowered and his eyes shut tight.
'You can't do this, Valmont! Not to me!' Jackie whispered, 'You may have done it to other lovers, but not to me.' Silence fell for a few moments, and Jackie felt a hand under his chin, lifting his face up. His eyes met those of Valmont.
'You're so beautiful when you cry.' Valmont stated simply. An insitant pounding on the door suddenly became apparent, along with Ratso's voice yelling that they needed to get out of their quick.
'Don't worry, I won't pretend anymore.' Valmont smiled gently. 'I'll call you tonight as soon as it's safe.'
~End Flashback~
/I stay home each night
When you say you'll phone, you don't
And I'm left alone singing the blues and crying/
Of course, everyone had wanted to know what had happened that night, and why Jackie had been out so late on his own. Jackie simply explained that he thought the Dark Hand was up to something and was looking into it. They would have continued to question him had he not polietly fained sleepiness, and slipped into his bedroom.
He stared intently on the same spot in his book as before for a few more moments. Frustrated, Jackie slammed it shut, and looked at the clock. One in the morning, and his cellphone had still not made a sound.
Jackie fought back the tears. How could Valmont do this to him again? Even worse, how could Jackie have believed him? Valmont never called when he said he would. Jackie was always left waiting until the wee hours of the morning until he realized the the phone was going to remain silent.
/You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever some body is near, dear/
It didn't help to confront Valmont, either. First, he would get the cold shoulder. The Dark Hand would smirk and fight back laughter as Jackie chased Valmont around the hideout, trying to get a simple answer out of the crime lord. To make matters worse, when Valmont would finally speak to him, it was always to tell Jackie to stop being so whiney or needy or childish. It was all just a big game to Valmont, making Jackie look like an idiot in front of his minions.
/It must be, great fun to be mean to me.
You shouldn't for can't you see
what you mean, to me/
'What the hell?' Jackie thought, grabbing his cellphone. 'I have Valmont's number. Whether he's safe or not, I have to end this.'
The phone rang only twice before Valmont picked up.
"What do you want, Chan?" Came the irritated British accent. "I told you I would call you."
"Then why did you answer the phone so soon?" Jackie teased. Valmont stuttered for a moment. "So you ARE safe!" Jackie declared triumphently.
"Just get to the point." Valmont insisted. This time it was Jackie's turn to fumble through his words.
"I called--well, Valmont..." Jackie stammered, cursing himself. It had been so much easier in his mind.
"Spit it out, Chan! I haven't got all night." Valmont hissed.
"I justed wanted you to know..." Jackie heistated, cursing himself for what he was about to do.
"Wanted me to know WHAT?" Valmont pressed impaitently.
"That I love you." Jackie murmured, just before he hung up the phone.