A/N: I told myself that this would be a one-shot. I told and told myself not to write another chapter. If I did, it wouldn't be a one-shot ficlet anymore. But this chapter is really short, so, please don't hurt me!

Apparently, I lied.

So, new chapter, new song, Nny's POV for a bit.

And to my one lovely reviewer, akuweaselgirl, thank you for the wonderful comment! I think that your review might have started the plot bunnies up again!

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, nor the song 'I'm a Fake' by the Used.

Right-o. Here we go!

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"Look at me, you can tell
by the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm alive
I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been."

- 'I'm a Fake' The Used

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Johnny didn't know why he had done what he had. All he knew was that he was apologizing - who had he ever apologized to before? – to Todd and that he hoped Todd wouldn't be mad.

He didn't feel guilty, though, he never felt guilty. Those sons of a bitch had deserved every thing they got; every cut, stab, wound that bled. He did, however, find himself praying that Todd wouldn't be mad, wouldn't be repulse when he found out what he had done. He had meant to kill Todd's parents, but he didn't want it to result in Todd being angry at him.

He leaned up and pressed at kiss to the corner – the corner – of Todd's lips. Just the corner, no farther, and it was the most affection he had ever given, the closest he had ever been to someone without hurting them.

He heard Todd sigh, and felt the couch sink as the teen slid into his lap. He nearly flinched at the motion, but instead wrapped his arms around Todd's waist. Todd – 'Squee,' Johnny reminded himself – clutched at the fabric on Johnny's shoulders.

"Nny…?" Johnny nearly jumped from the break of silence. He looked at Todd and cocked his head.

"Nny, they're dead, aren't they? Is that why you followed me?"

He almost shook his head no. That's not why he followed him.

He instead buried his head into the space where neck met shoulder so that he wouldn't have to look Todd in the eyes. He expected Todd to try and push him away, to tell him that he was a monster, to tell him to stay away.

But Todd didn't. Todd curled his hands into Johnny's navy-black hair and nuzzled the side of his face to Johnny's cheek. Johnny felt the tears, but he didn't hear him crying.

After what felt like forever, Todd pushed away and looked Johnny in the eyes. "It's okay. It was bound to happen anyway, whether from you or from the drugs. It's not like they were the best parents in the world, either. We were never close, so it won't be hard to move on."

Was this what Johnny was really hearing, or was it a joke? Todd had a determined look in his eyes, though, so Johnny knew he wasn't kidding.

"I promise it's okay, Nny…"

This was different. He had never felt this new emotion, the one that was drowning his mind.

"And… I can deal with your habits. I'm not about to try and change you." Johnny grinned at that.

"Squeegee… You're so good to me! Not like the rest of those 'humans.'"

Todd fought the urge to roll his eyes. "But… I can't believe this."

"Believe what?"

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Nny. You of all people." The teen sighed.

"…Is that bad?" He was confused… Was that the emotion floating around in his head?

"No… No, I don't think so. Although I might have a slightly skewed perception, but overall I think it's a very good thing." Todd gave up and smiled at the homicidal maniac. It was a nice package after all; an extremely sexy maniac boyfriend and the feeling of know no one would hurt you ever again.

Well, they would, but he had someone to take care of that now.

"But, when we're both together like this…"

"Hmm?" Johnny stood up and helped Todd up.

"You're going to need to put up your sharp and shiny things. I'm really not into the whole S&M thing."

Johnny laughed and laid down on the couch. He pulled random daggers out of God knows where and set them on the table.

"Well, Squeegee, is that better for you?"

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'Love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife.'

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.fin.

(For real this time.)

A/N: It ended with slight humor. Weird. This one actually must have spawned itself. Well, I hope you mildly enjoyed that one… It was certainly interesting writing it.