A/N: This came as a spur of the moment thing, and I though that the song 'Silver and Cold' would fit so nicely for a Nny/Older!Squee ficlet. A one-shot, though I may expand it. We'll decide later. Ah, um, first JtHM ficlet too, huzzah. We'll see how this turns out.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac," nor do I claim to own the song 'Silver and Cold.' Do not attempt to smite me, or you shall be smiteth by my evil wrath.

Pairings: Nny/Older!Squee

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"Your sins into me,
oh, my beautiful one, now
your sins into me.
As a rapturous voice escapes
I will tremble a prayer
and I'll beg for forgiveness.
Your sins into me,
your sins into me."

- 'Silver and Cold' AFI

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It was a lonely night. A night filled with the murmurs of the unknown and the raspings of the weary. The moonlight glinted off the tops of houses, filling the night with an eerie glow. The stars glowed down on the town with a malevolent glint, but the figure walking under the streetlamps paid no heed. It didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered anymore.

Todd Casil, who was now sixteen, ignored the sensations of someone following him though he knew someone was. It was nothing new. "Bullies," of a sort, still liked to harass him and whoever else didn't harass him ignored him.

He had decided long ago that it was his appearance and how he acted. He didn't understand how people could be so shallow, but he really didn't care. It was nicer like this. It was nothing new.

He didn't think he looked that strange though. Usually he wore slightly tight black pants and a black shirt. He kept his hair short, barely tamed, and his skin pale. He didn't think he looked weird, but the look held in his silver-gray eyes showed that he didn't really care.

However, the person following him did not have the aloofness that most of his midnight 'stalkers' had. He seemed to follow at a casual pace and it seemed to Todd that this hunter didn't care whether or not he was caught or not. Todd was slightly anxious about that, but he tried not to dwell on it too much.

He walked on. He could deal with it. It was nothing new.

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Johnny sighed, the wisp of air barely noticeable on the crisp night. The voices were silent, whether from them not having anything to say or he not being suicidal to hear them, he didn't know. He found the night peaceful, there was nothing to ruin it, no harriers to bother him.

He looked to the figure a few feet in front of him and recognized that he had been following none other than his neighbor, Todd – or how Johnny preferred to call him, Squee. He clasped his hands in front of him and subconsciously decided whether or not he should alert the boy in front of him that he was there.

He ran a hand through his blue-black hair and kicked a trashcan, nearly growling with delight when Squee stopped dead and turned around to face him.

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"N-Nny?" Todd didn't think that Johnny, his neighbor, would be the one following him. He hadn't even realized that he had spoken until Johnny replied.

"Hi, Squee." Johnny stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked at Todd apologetically. He really hadn't meant to follow him.

Thoughts flew through Todd's mind at breakneck speeds. Whyishefollowingme? Whatisheplanningong? Doesn'theknowthatI…

"What are you doing out here so late?" Wait, he didn't mean to sound so harsh… "I mean, I thought…"

Johnny just smiled at him. "Silly Squeegee. I've come to celebrate. The voices aren't talking, I'm somewhat happy, and it's all so new!" He stepped closer to Todd and grinned again. "And who better to celebrate with than my lovely Squee?"

Didhejustcomplimentme? Didhejustcallmehis?

Johnny walked away and beckoned for Todd to follow him. Going against all rational thought, Todd did as told. It was not often he was included. It was something new.

Johnny led him to his house and pushed him softly inside when he hesitated. "It's okay, Squee…" He cajoled, trying to let him know that it was okay.

But Todd thought his actions completely un-Johnny and that scared him a little. "N-Nny? What -?"

Johnny had already pushed him to the couch though and the man was already sitting on his knees in front of him. Johnny grabbed one of Todd's hands and his other was stroking his cheek.

"Squee… I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry."

Johnny leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of Todd's lips.

Todd looked down at Johnny and sighed. He slid off the worn couch and onto Johnny's lap.

He could adapt. Maybe Johnny could learn to love. Whatever this feeling was, though, it was new.

And Todd thought he liked it.

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.fin.