Chapter 3.
Notes: Ohhhh...poor, poor Asa. Yes. (evil grin) OH. And if anyone read the interviews thing, let me know if you want me to post the sequel.
Thanks to:
Finnigan Irish: Asa appreciates the hug since he's not getting any love from Manfred. (Manfred's sulking in his corner.) Olivia/Fido? ...hmmm...maybe. It's alright. It's been a while since I've done anythin' but slash.
Mark of CTown: HAHAHA. I should have thought about that before. Maybe I should make him have a mishap where his hypnotism is disabled for a while... oh. And I'm also doing a sequel. YAY!
Chaos: (gives her an Asa plushie) Don't worry so much, you don't want grey hairs, do you?
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NOTES: This will be my very last story on FFN. From then on, I'm moving to my own site, where I will be displaying my fanfiction, and whoever else wants to post theirs there.
Go here, but take out the spaces:h t t p : w w w . g e o c i t i e s . c o m / l i k e a w h o a (underscore) o k a y
Anyway, that said, let's start the angst machine, shall we?
Avast, ye scaliwags!
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Manfred watched him leave, then shook his head, made for the dining hall. He had forgotten Asa was going to go with him that night.
At the end of the food line, Manfred looked around the purple tables and looked for his ginger haired lover. He wasn't there…Beth Strong looked up at him, frowned, and pointed over her shoulder. Manfred nodded, and strolled over to the table behind her.
"Hey, Asa." The boy didn't respond. His face was red, eyes full of tears, and he looked murderous. "You okay?"
There was silence between them for a few minutes as Asa refused to talk to him.
"Does it look like I'm okay?!" hissed Asa, staring violently at his uneaten food.
"No, you look pissed."
"And you wonder why that is." Asa continued to stare daggers at the cabbage.
"You don't think that I…"
"Yes, I do. I saw you." The wolfish eyes turned to him with a scalding rage building within.
"Saw me…what?" Manfred's eyes darted nervously around Asa's face. His eyes narrowed.
"Saw you kissing Charlie Bone, that's what I saw you do, Manfred Bloor." Asa stood up, chair knocked backwards. "And don't give me that it-was-an-accident or he-made-me-do-it shit. I saw the whole fucking thing. And now, aren't you proud, you've lost both of us."
Manfred gave the cold, closed face an innocently confused glance. "What do you mean, lost both of you?"
"What do you THINK I mean?! Quit playing stupid! You've always had everything your way." Asa didn't realize or care that he was shouting now. "Always had everything you wanted, with no regards for someone else. You think I'm some sort of …toy you can pick up and leave lying on the floor when you're bored?" Manfred's mouth opened to say something, but Asa raged on, "No, don't even think of answering that. You have no idea what it is to be forgotten, how it feels to be left behind.
"God. You're the most selfish, spoiled, and uncaring person I have ever met. I have no idea why I fell for you in the first place.
"So," he continued more quietly, stepping backwards, tears spilling out over his delicate lashes, "as far as I'm concerned, this relationship is over." His voice cracked on the last word, but the dining hall was silent as Asa ran out, crying silently.
Manfred glared around at everyone who was staring at him.
"Go back to your dinner! Quit gawking!"
Hurriedly, the faces returned to the plates and quiet conversations resumed.
Unable to take the disapproving stare of his father, Manfred took up his tray and left for the solitude and silence of his room in the tower.
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Charlie Bone sat on his narrow bed, half-listening to Fidelio's recount of the comedy of errors that had happened during his music lesson. Only one voice rang out with laughter, and slowed.
"Are you okay, Charlie?"
Charlie couldn't bring himself to look at his friend. "No."
"If you're worried about Asa, he'll get over it."
Charlie shook his head and buried himself under the covers. "I've got a feeling he won't…"
Fidelio gave him a sympathetic glance and pulled back the covers on his own bed. "Well, good night, Charlie. Sleep well."
"G'night."
Fidelio sighed silently to himself. He could guess what had happened, but hated to see Charlie so depressed. "It'll be alright," he whispered.
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End Chapter
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