Wow, it seems people are interested in this story, well then the show must
go on! It took me awhile to get this chapter out because I like to write
when it's quiet, and there have been people stomping around the house for
the last couple of days for reasons unknown to even me.
I'd like to thank Dead Caffeine Junkie for the kind words, thank you to Cu Sith, I suppose it might be considered M/F, but then again, his body is still that of a dude. For now at least, uh, Thank you Strawberry Daquiri for your applause, and finally, thank you to Saiyuna, I read your review and thought, what are they talking about, it doesn't give him pleasure. Then I read the first chapter again and a light bulb clicks on in old bleach's head, sorry about that, it will not happen again.
Before we continue, I would like to say that feel free to tell me what you'd like to see, I'll take it as a compliment that someone's actually interested. I still haven't decided who Todd will be paired up with in the long run, so voice your opinion, just know that it will not be Scott, Fred, Evan, Logan, Xavier, Beast, Jamie, or any female character. I was thinking maybe a new recruit but I don't know.
ON WITH THE STORY!
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The heat of the sun's rays on his face was what had woke Todd, his eyes opening and pupils shrinking as the sunlight hit his face. Rolling away from the waves of heat, he closed his eyes again and listened to the sounds of the house. The building was still; not a single person went about their business on the floor below him. That could mean only one of three things, that everyone was still asleep, or that they had all left. That, of course, left the third option, that a serial killer had entered the house while everyone was sleeping and had ruthlessly killed all occupants inside except Todd, but one could only be so lucky
The central air, one of the rare perks Todd found in life, kicked in and began cooling the house, the sound it made as the cool air ran through the vents and into the house making Todd tired again. Finally checking the clock on the wall, he found that it was much later than he thought it had been, half past ten. Yawning, he stood up, stretched, and got dressed in a pair of jeans with holes here and there and a black tee shirt. His hand on the doorknob, he noticed his reflection in the mirror.
"Goddamn, I look like hell," he said, gazing into the reflection He laughed as he noted the smeared lipstick still on his face from the night before. Sighing, he grabbed a tissue and wiped the offending makeup in question off of his lips.
Makeup had always been something that amused Todd. Some girls wouldn't even consider leaving the house without a gallon of it on their face, whereas guys went their entire life without using it. well, some of them anyway. How is that at all fair? Why should Todd look like shit? Before the thoughts could continue, though, Todd's stomach growled and he went in search of food.
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"So you think there's something wrong with him?" Lance asked, eyeing the last McMuffin left on the table as Fred made a lunge for it. He, Fred, Pietro and Wanda were seated at a booth at the McDonalds a mile or so away from the Brotherhood boarding house. Wanda had asked them all to join her because she needed to ask them something, this something was now clear, she believed there was something wrong with the Toad.
"Now that you mention it," Fred said around a mouthful of McMuffin, "He is acting really weird." He nearly choked on the food product as he sucked it down his throat. "Las' night I went to get him for dinner, which he didn't come down for by the way, and anyone who doesn't eat is messed up one way or another, and he starts crying and talking about... feelings and stuff." Wanda frowned.
"I'm really worried about him, you know?" Pietro nodded, agreeing with Wanda, until now, he seemed to not be paying much attention to the conversation.
"I hadn't really noticed until now," Wanda continued, "but it's been a really long time since he's hit on me, which isn't altogether a bad thing, it's just unusual."
"Well, just because he hasn't hit on you," Lance said, rolling his eyes, "and he was crying, doesn't mean anything."
"No, man," Pietro looked Lance in the eye, "it's just something about him, the way he moves, the way he talks, which hasn't been very much, he seems so detached, like he realized something suddenly."
"What do you think I realized?" Todd was suddenly there, in front of their table, looking at them with a face like a rock, no emotion.
"Oh, hey Todd, nothing, what are you talking about?" Fred tried to cover.
"Don't fuckin' lie to me, man," Todd said angrily, the curse word that fell from his lips causing other patrons of the fast food joint to turn their heads towards the Brotherhood, gasping. "You guys leave me at home to come here together, and now you're talking about me, you should feel pretty fucking good." There was that word again, and again, there was the gasping.
"Excuse me, sir," a pimple faced McDonalds employee said to Todd, rushing to the table, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I'm going to have to ask you to shut the hell up," Todd spat at the poor guy, "but you don't have to worry, I'm leaving, I'm no longer hungry, yo." He stormed out of the building, bowling down an old man on the way.
A hush fell over the Brotherhood's table as they watched Todd go. What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, anyone would be mad if they heard people talking about them, but not like this, normally Todd was so passive.
"Should we go after him?" Wanda asked, timidly.
"No," Pietro answered after a moment, "I think he needs time to be by himself." There was silence for a moment again before Pietro continued, "and I for one don't want to try and talk to him while he's acting like he is."
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Five minutes later and an uncountable number of curses later found Todd walking fiercely down a street muttering angrily to himself. People ahead of him changed their paths as they saw him stomping towards them. Further down the sidewalk he glanced up and saw Scott Summers and Jean Grey window- shopping.
"They better not say anything to me," Todd said under his breath. But alas, as he passed by, they did.
"What's wrong with you?" Scott barely got out before Todd whirled on him and, tears falling from his eyes, punched Scott right on the nose.
"Don't you fucking talk to me! There's nothing wrong with me at all," Todd shouted at him before continuing on. Scott was so taken aback, and Jean as well, that they just stared at his back as he got farther and farther away.
Turning down a side alley, Todd slumped against a wall and slid to the hard and slightly wet ground. Wrapping his arms around himself, he rocked slowly back and forth.
"Why am I crying?" Todd said aloud. "Why do I even care?" He let out a sob and in a more controlled voice said, "Jesus, I'm such a pussy."
Many years ago, When Todd was five years old, his mother divorced his father, a factory worker who had immigrated to America from France in the early seventies, and re-married to a twenty-three year old drug dealer from Florida named Vince. The two had met when Todd's family had lived in Orlando and his mother had received a back injury while water skiing. The pain medication the doctors were giving her weren't satisfying her, and to find something to make the pain go away, she took to the streets. He gave her any drug she wanted and in returned she would give him anything he wanted. Anything. The acts she performed were later described in great detail to Todd while Vince felt him through his clothes.
As Todd sat in the alley, all he could think about was the way Vince had touched him. At the time, Todd hadn't known what Vince was doing to him, he didn't know that it was wrong when Vince made him wear dresses and made Todd putt his hand on the older man's slowly rising jeans.
Years later, Todd had found himself sitting in a therapists office, pouring his heart out to the elderly woman sitting in the chair opposite him who was slowly nodding her head. "I know it sounds sick," Todd had told her, "but I think I love him. It was last year on my eleventh birthday that he... he made love to me, and I knew I loved him. He came into my room that night and told me that I was a man now and I needed to be "initiated", at the time I didn't know what the word meant, but I remember that night like it was yesterday."
"Todd," the woman, Barbara is what she had told him to call her, said, "I know it feels like love, but it's not, he hurt you badly," she said, gesturing towards the cast on Todd's left arm and the various bruises on his face, "he was just using you. You weren't ready for sex, and he brought it to you, and doing so he damaged you emotionally as well. You don't love him, you just think you do."
"I wasn't ready for sex then," Todd said, his mind now back in the present, "but I do believe that I am now." Standing up, he laid out a plan and exited the alley.
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Todd stood staring at the dress on the dummy in the middle of the old department store. The dummy's skin was white and smooth; its eyes were the same. Its arms jutted out in a peculiar way and its legs were wide, spreading out the fabric. He passed it and continued on in search for everything he needed. His pants were slightly heavier than when he had entered, a tube of lipstick, some scissors and other various makeup had somehow mysteriously found their way into his pockets, or at least that's what he would say if he got caught.
"Can I help you, sir?" A woman's voice came floating out of nowhere, causing Todd to jump and spin around.
"Jesus Christ!" he said in his surprise, causing the woman to frown. The frown sent wrinkles through the rather pretty face. "Uh, sorry, what now?"
"Help?" She said again. Todd stared at her blankly. "Do you need any?"
"Oh," he thought about it for a moment, "I... I guess." The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. Blue eyes.
"So what exactly is it you're looking for?" She asked.
"Um, a dress I guess," hey, that rhymes, neat, "something kind of sexy, but not too revealing."
"For your girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," he said, smiling a knowing smile that the sales woman seemed to find a bit odd.
"Er, what size is she?" Todd thought for a moment, thinking of how to reply.
"Same size as me," he said in a matter of fact tone.
Todd and Sarah, for some reason she felt she needed to tell Todd her name, walked around the store for an hour before they finally found what he was looking for. Sarah would suggest an item and Todd would grimace, Todd would suggest something and Sarah would shake her head. How the hell was he supposed to know what was good and what wasn't? What she chose was no better. He stood now at the register as Sarah rang up the clothing and he forked over the money for the apparel. He opted not to steal the clothing, as it was much harder to hide than makeup. Sarah said goodbye as Todd said adios, and then he was out the door. He would lay low for awhile before changing; he wanted to wait till dark. He would then head over to the Juiceboxxx, a gay club downtown and try to charm his way in. Well, he never was much of a charmer, maybe he would sneak in through the back. Either way, he was going to find a guy, and he was going to be fucked like a woman until he was one. It would be a long time before the sun went down, and he wasn't going back to the boarding house.
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A/N- I feel pretty good about that chapter. I don't really know what Todd bought though, any suggestions? Woman's clothes obviously. What do you think a toad would wear?
I'd like to thank Dead Caffeine Junkie for the kind words, thank you to Cu Sith, I suppose it might be considered M/F, but then again, his body is still that of a dude. For now at least, uh, Thank you Strawberry Daquiri for your applause, and finally, thank you to Saiyuna, I read your review and thought, what are they talking about, it doesn't give him pleasure. Then I read the first chapter again and a light bulb clicks on in old bleach's head, sorry about that, it will not happen again.
Before we continue, I would like to say that feel free to tell me what you'd like to see, I'll take it as a compliment that someone's actually interested. I still haven't decided who Todd will be paired up with in the long run, so voice your opinion, just know that it will not be Scott, Fred, Evan, Logan, Xavier, Beast, Jamie, or any female character. I was thinking maybe a new recruit but I don't know.
ON WITH THE STORY!
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The heat of the sun's rays on his face was what had woke Todd, his eyes opening and pupils shrinking as the sunlight hit his face. Rolling away from the waves of heat, he closed his eyes again and listened to the sounds of the house. The building was still; not a single person went about their business on the floor below him. That could mean only one of three things, that everyone was still asleep, or that they had all left. That, of course, left the third option, that a serial killer had entered the house while everyone was sleeping and had ruthlessly killed all occupants inside except Todd, but one could only be so lucky
The central air, one of the rare perks Todd found in life, kicked in and began cooling the house, the sound it made as the cool air ran through the vents and into the house making Todd tired again. Finally checking the clock on the wall, he found that it was much later than he thought it had been, half past ten. Yawning, he stood up, stretched, and got dressed in a pair of jeans with holes here and there and a black tee shirt. His hand on the doorknob, he noticed his reflection in the mirror.
"Goddamn, I look like hell," he said, gazing into the reflection He laughed as he noted the smeared lipstick still on his face from the night before. Sighing, he grabbed a tissue and wiped the offending makeup in question off of his lips.
Makeup had always been something that amused Todd. Some girls wouldn't even consider leaving the house without a gallon of it on their face, whereas guys went their entire life without using it. well, some of them anyway. How is that at all fair? Why should Todd look like shit? Before the thoughts could continue, though, Todd's stomach growled and he went in search of food.
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"So you think there's something wrong with him?" Lance asked, eyeing the last McMuffin left on the table as Fred made a lunge for it. He, Fred, Pietro and Wanda were seated at a booth at the McDonalds a mile or so away from the Brotherhood boarding house. Wanda had asked them all to join her because she needed to ask them something, this something was now clear, she believed there was something wrong with the Toad.
"Now that you mention it," Fred said around a mouthful of McMuffin, "He is acting really weird." He nearly choked on the food product as he sucked it down his throat. "Las' night I went to get him for dinner, which he didn't come down for by the way, and anyone who doesn't eat is messed up one way or another, and he starts crying and talking about... feelings and stuff." Wanda frowned.
"I'm really worried about him, you know?" Pietro nodded, agreeing with Wanda, until now, he seemed to not be paying much attention to the conversation.
"I hadn't really noticed until now," Wanda continued, "but it's been a really long time since he's hit on me, which isn't altogether a bad thing, it's just unusual."
"Well, just because he hasn't hit on you," Lance said, rolling his eyes, "and he was crying, doesn't mean anything."
"No, man," Pietro looked Lance in the eye, "it's just something about him, the way he moves, the way he talks, which hasn't been very much, he seems so detached, like he realized something suddenly."
"What do you think I realized?" Todd was suddenly there, in front of their table, looking at them with a face like a rock, no emotion.
"Oh, hey Todd, nothing, what are you talking about?" Fred tried to cover.
"Don't fuckin' lie to me, man," Todd said angrily, the curse word that fell from his lips causing other patrons of the fast food joint to turn their heads towards the Brotherhood, gasping. "You guys leave me at home to come here together, and now you're talking about me, you should feel pretty fucking good." There was that word again, and again, there was the gasping.
"Excuse me, sir," a pimple faced McDonalds employee said to Todd, rushing to the table, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I'm going to have to ask you to shut the hell up," Todd spat at the poor guy, "but you don't have to worry, I'm leaving, I'm no longer hungry, yo." He stormed out of the building, bowling down an old man on the way.
A hush fell over the Brotherhood's table as they watched Todd go. What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, anyone would be mad if they heard people talking about them, but not like this, normally Todd was so passive.
"Should we go after him?" Wanda asked, timidly.
"No," Pietro answered after a moment, "I think he needs time to be by himself." There was silence for a moment again before Pietro continued, "and I for one don't want to try and talk to him while he's acting like he is."
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Five minutes later and an uncountable number of curses later found Todd walking fiercely down a street muttering angrily to himself. People ahead of him changed their paths as they saw him stomping towards them. Further down the sidewalk he glanced up and saw Scott Summers and Jean Grey window- shopping.
"They better not say anything to me," Todd said under his breath. But alas, as he passed by, they did.
"What's wrong with you?" Scott barely got out before Todd whirled on him and, tears falling from his eyes, punched Scott right on the nose.
"Don't you fucking talk to me! There's nothing wrong with me at all," Todd shouted at him before continuing on. Scott was so taken aback, and Jean as well, that they just stared at his back as he got farther and farther away.
Turning down a side alley, Todd slumped against a wall and slid to the hard and slightly wet ground. Wrapping his arms around himself, he rocked slowly back and forth.
"Why am I crying?" Todd said aloud. "Why do I even care?" He let out a sob and in a more controlled voice said, "Jesus, I'm such a pussy."
Many years ago, When Todd was five years old, his mother divorced his father, a factory worker who had immigrated to America from France in the early seventies, and re-married to a twenty-three year old drug dealer from Florida named Vince. The two had met when Todd's family had lived in Orlando and his mother had received a back injury while water skiing. The pain medication the doctors were giving her weren't satisfying her, and to find something to make the pain go away, she took to the streets. He gave her any drug she wanted and in returned she would give him anything he wanted. Anything. The acts she performed were later described in great detail to Todd while Vince felt him through his clothes.
As Todd sat in the alley, all he could think about was the way Vince had touched him. At the time, Todd hadn't known what Vince was doing to him, he didn't know that it was wrong when Vince made him wear dresses and made Todd putt his hand on the older man's slowly rising jeans.
Years later, Todd had found himself sitting in a therapists office, pouring his heart out to the elderly woman sitting in the chair opposite him who was slowly nodding her head. "I know it sounds sick," Todd had told her, "but I think I love him. It was last year on my eleventh birthday that he... he made love to me, and I knew I loved him. He came into my room that night and told me that I was a man now and I needed to be "initiated", at the time I didn't know what the word meant, but I remember that night like it was yesterday."
"Todd," the woman, Barbara is what she had told him to call her, said, "I know it feels like love, but it's not, he hurt you badly," she said, gesturing towards the cast on Todd's left arm and the various bruises on his face, "he was just using you. You weren't ready for sex, and he brought it to you, and doing so he damaged you emotionally as well. You don't love him, you just think you do."
"I wasn't ready for sex then," Todd said, his mind now back in the present, "but I do believe that I am now." Standing up, he laid out a plan and exited the alley.
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Todd stood staring at the dress on the dummy in the middle of the old department store. The dummy's skin was white and smooth; its eyes were the same. Its arms jutted out in a peculiar way and its legs were wide, spreading out the fabric. He passed it and continued on in search for everything he needed. His pants were slightly heavier than when he had entered, a tube of lipstick, some scissors and other various makeup had somehow mysteriously found their way into his pockets, or at least that's what he would say if he got caught.
"Can I help you, sir?" A woman's voice came floating out of nowhere, causing Todd to jump and spin around.
"Jesus Christ!" he said in his surprise, causing the woman to frown. The frown sent wrinkles through the rather pretty face. "Uh, sorry, what now?"
"Help?" She said again. Todd stared at her blankly. "Do you need any?"
"Oh," he thought about it for a moment, "I... I guess." The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. Blue eyes.
"So what exactly is it you're looking for?" She asked.
"Um, a dress I guess," hey, that rhymes, neat, "something kind of sexy, but not too revealing."
"For your girlfriend?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," he said, smiling a knowing smile that the sales woman seemed to find a bit odd.
"Er, what size is she?" Todd thought for a moment, thinking of how to reply.
"Same size as me," he said in a matter of fact tone.
Todd and Sarah, for some reason she felt she needed to tell Todd her name, walked around the store for an hour before they finally found what he was looking for. Sarah would suggest an item and Todd would grimace, Todd would suggest something and Sarah would shake her head. How the hell was he supposed to know what was good and what wasn't? What she chose was no better. He stood now at the register as Sarah rang up the clothing and he forked over the money for the apparel. He opted not to steal the clothing, as it was much harder to hide than makeup. Sarah said goodbye as Todd said adios, and then he was out the door. He would lay low for awhile before changing; he wanted to wait till dark. He would then head over to the Juiceboxxx, a gay club downtown and try to charm his way in. Well, he never was much of a charmer, maybe he would sneak in through the back. Either way, he was going to find a guy, and he was going to be fucked like a woman until he was one. It would be a long time before the sun went down, and he wasn't going back to the boarding house.
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A/N- I feel pretty good about that chapter. I don't really know what Todd bought though, any suggestions? Woman's clothes obviously. What do you think a toad would wear?