Title What A Fine Mess We've Gotten Ourselves Into..
Author Kyrie-Sanctus
Rating PG-13 for cursing that might happen in later chapters and accidental homosexual relations!
Started Monday, July 12, 2004.
Chapters Undecided.
Summary A few crazy mishaps lead Jak and Torn to question their manhood, and their feelings toward one another. [JakTorn]
Dedications I dedicate this to everyone who has reviewed or will review one of my stories in the future. I LOVE CHU ALL!!
Disclaimers Jak II es © to el Naughty Dog Inc., and all characters and other mess mentioned belong to them too.. I'm just borrowing them for the time being. If I get locked up in prison, let's just hope that you people enjoy my fanfics while I get injected with Dark Eco. ;; I'll suffer with ya, Jak!
WARNING YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. OFFICIALLY!! THERE IS CONTENT IN THIS STORY THAT MAY BE UNSUITABLE FOR CHILDREN AND HOMOPHOBES. TURN BACK NOW IF YOU ARE UNFAMILIAR (OR AGAINST) THE NATURE OF A RABID FANGIRL WHO STAYED UP ALL NIGHT SKULLING DIET PEPSI.
If not. Please enjoy.
Error Two
The Underground headquarters was quiet. Too quiet, especially for Torn, who'd gotten used to someone barging in on his mental raid every twenty minutes. He tapped his fingers against the war table, eyes of a beautiful and untainted cerulean blue glancing around the room, waiting for something.
Banging his fist to the table, he stood, walking over to the corner of the room. He bent down, grabbing the ring to the trap door which lead to the lower sectors of the headquarters. He stepped down the ladder, pulling the hatch down with him, a bit of dust shaking into his eyes. He ran a match against the wall and lit the lamp beside him, climbing the rest of the way down until he could jump off of the ladder.
The true underground of the Underground wasn't too shabby. He'd done all he could to keep it clean and livable, although there was the constant threat of dust from above. This was probably why he, Jak, Daxter, and the Shadow were the only ones to use the lower facilities.
He sat down in one of the chairs he'd used to furnish the place. It wasn't very good looking, but it was comfortable enough. Propping his feet up on the table in front of him, an action Tess had scolded him about many times, he leaned his head back, keeping his eyes closed to protect them from the debris coming from the ceiling.
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Meanwhile, Jak was in the bathroom, a small room furthest back in the compartment, and the only other room than the kitchen that they could afford a metal roof over, standing in front of the mirror, naked. It wasn't normal of him to do this after a shower, but he was contemplating.
He ran a hand over his chin, raising his eyebrows. He didn't know if he liked it or not. Should I shave it off? He asked himself, repeating the same motion as before. In his left hand was a razor. I'm not really used to it.. But I think it makes me look older.. Of course, he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Maybe I'll ask someone else's opinion? He groaned, It would have to be Daxter though. No one else would care...
He set the razor down, but continued to weigh the situation in the mirror.
[=-=-=-=]
Torn pushed himself up after about 10 minutes of waiting. Frowning, he started for the bathroom. He needed a shower. He needed a shower badly. His pace never dawdling, in one swift movement he had opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.
And right into the vision of a naked Jak.
Both men jumped in surprise at the opening door, the blond beating himself up internally over not locking it before he got in the shower. They stared at each other wide eyed and flush faced. The tattooed elf's lip had twitched out to the side, parted slightly, while the other's jaw had dropped considerably.
"I.. I.. was going to.. ... um.. take.. take a shower." Torn managed to stutter. He didn't know why he was stuttering, but probably it was because this was the second awkward moment he'd had with Jak in two days. He saw him drop the razor in the sink, blink, nod quickly, and jump to grab a towel.
He watched the renegade fumble with the towel, trying to wrap it around himself, nervous hands taking misguided hold on the edges. "I was.. j-j-just getting.. out.." He was so nervous he could hardly formulate the words he was trying to speak, but Torn just nodded to the inaudible blur that he'd just concocted.
"Right, right." He said, stepping in and beginning to remove his boots. Jak moved to shuffle past him, but Torn grabbed his arm. "Jak?" He saw deep blue eyes widen from his reflection in the mirror. "You know." He nodded, and was released, closing the door behind him, hearing it lock almost immediately.
Torn finished undressing and got into the shower, banging his head against the wall repeatedly, trying to bang the image of a naked blond from his memory.
Author Note This one was a little longer.. nn; Um, okay, please don't kill me. I really am trying to keep them as in-character as I can, but I have to bend it just a little so I can get them together, you know? Besides, this fanfic isn't about romance and fluff and whatnot. It's about.. randumbnessousity.
And I'm glad Jak decided to keep his soul patch. nu
Anyway, go ahead and review. Bite my head off. Chew on it a little. Leave it for the Metal Heads to play with. I'm pretty sure it would make a fun toy... ... ;x