HIya!
So this is my first fic on this fandom, and I am hoping I'll do ok! This story is based of Sabrina Sparrows Valduggery drabbles of friendship romance, A truly awesome story, so if you like Skulduggery pleasant I recommend you read it!
Basically this is going to be a collection of longish humanized drabbles, one per chapter, with various parings and themes. There will be song-fics and regular fics and Kico galore!
Yes. That is slash. So either get over it or leave, don't flame.
So without further ado, let the drabbles begin!
Song: Hero/heroine, Girls like Boys.
Pairing: Kico. (Kowalski and Rico)
The breeze was cool, combing through the trees and tall buildings to graze over the roof of the apartment block. Rico tilted his head back to the black sheet, the faint glow of the stars brushing over his face like dust. He exhaled and opened his eyes, bright blue-yellow eyes swimming with doubt and pain.
It's too late baby, there's no turning around
I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud
This is how I do
When I think about you
It was idiotic completely irrational to be on the cold concrete at that hour, but he thought it was just right. The busy drone of the city soaring into the air for miles around, the constant hum was soothing. New York was alive, filled with people too busy for this or too important for that. It was like having your fingers on the pulse of the world, feeling alone near impossible. It showed life didn't stop over one silly phase he was going through, the river of time buffering along everyone else along with him.
But it wasn't a phase. How long had it been going on? The breathless rush and peaked sensitivity, everything he had been praying to avoid. Months, he thought, but had it been longer? There was no way to tell.
Rico groaned and slumped his head forward, hands slipping into the comfortable folds of his hoodie, clenching and unclenching as a silly attempt to fight the wave of thoughts. It was like a habit; every time those thoughts reared their head he would find some pathetic distraction to fight them off. It had a very low success rate he had to admit, but it never stopped him trying. It was too late to say those feelings didn't exist, too late to bury them under something again.
He shuddered as a cold gust blew past, toying with his hair on the way past, tugging at him with invisible hands.
I never thought that you could break me apart
I keep a sinister smile and a hold of my heart
You want to get inside
Then you can get in line
But not this time.
Rico frowned, eyes dropping to the scraggly white sneakers on his feet, the worn and frayed laces strewn about on the ground. Did he even know what he did to him? The dazzling grin and intelligent gaze that made you question the privacy of your own thoughts every time you met it.
It should have been impossible, he wasn't easily broken, not this easily. A psychopathic smile was enough to keep any normal people at bay, enough to get them to leave him alone. It was defense, without it how many times would he have had his heart put through the paper shredder like one of those 'confidential' letters skipper was always reading? But he had broken the hard shield, busted directly through the middle and sealed himself inside.
'But he doesn't even realize!' Rico cried inwardly. 'Doesn't know what he does to me.'
He was supposed to drive away any feeling of affection, he should have. Why had he missed it? Why had he let it get to this?
Cause you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
He thought he was safe obviously. He wasn't a female and he was one of his best friends, emotions like these were not supposed to just pop up out of the blue, they weren't supposed to show up at all! Now where was he, running like a coward inside his own home in fear of his own heart and what he might do?
'what the heck do I do now?' he questioned silently, eyes scraping over the city for an answer to his problem. New York didn't respond, the city lights continuing to reflect against his eyesand the throbbing noise not even pausing for a moment.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
It wasn't right to feel this way. It wasn't ok to look over at him and feel the same swell of joy he got from a successful mission. Why was it that he always had to see the exhausted but arrogant and triumphant smile to feel that any mission was really complete?
"Rico?"
The soft voice startled him from his thoughts, the city sounds taking a back seat to the soft velvety voice. He didn't dare turn around, eyes drawn instead to the blurry shadowed figure in the tinted orange light from the stairwell.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
He swallowed and patted the concrete next him, hearing the door click close and scuffing of footsteps drawing closer.
I won't try to philosophize
I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes.
This is how I feel,
And it's so surreal
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as the scientist lowered himself to the ground, already knowing that his legs would be crossed, folded up like a pretzel. He opened them, locking his gaze on the taller male's curious pale blue eyes. They were swimming with unasked questions, facts and figures only he would understand. Slowly he let out the air that was burning his lungs, carefully avoiding and hitches that may arise with his thrumming heart.
Kowalski smiled, small white teeth glinting in the combined glow of the city and stars. "Are you feeling alright Rico? You've been awful quiet as of late."
There it was, the deep glowing light of bliss building in the pit of his stomach, setting his senses on fire and burning his nerve endings, the unearthly feeling so surreal and strange. But nice, as always. Swallowing his looked away, eyes now on the spot where Kowalski's neatly tied back shoe brushed against his scruffy footwear. What was he supposed to say? 'yes I'm fine, thanks for asking', an obvious lie and way of shoving his feelings under the rug again? Then again, it wouldn't be much better to say 'No I'm not alright, your voice and presence make me go absolutely crazy and, by the way I think I love you.'
He gazed out over the city, looking for any inspiration to spark what he might say. Eventually he just pressed his palms against the side of his head and mumbled. 'Compl'ated Waslki.'
I got a closet filled up to the brim
With the ghosts of my past and the skeletons
And I don't know why
You'd even try
But I won't lie
A notepad and pen were held out to him, the pale hand holding them drawing his gaze back to the warm light in Kowalski's eyes.
"I may not be as good at this whole 'sensitivity' thing as Priavte, but I'm willing to give it a shot ." He said, chuckling slightly as eyes dropping to the pad as Rico took it gently from him, gripping the pen in his scarred hand and lined paper in the other.
He chewed his lip slightly, black lines glaring up at him, daring him to mar their perfect pattern with the lazy scrawl of his inner thoughts. There was so much he could tell the scientist, all the secrets of his past could just spill from their hiding place onto the paper. He could tell him about his little sister Miya who was gunned down in a hit and run or about the Psychiatrists building he had burnt down as a teenager. Or, he realized, he could always say exactly what he wanted to say and face the tacticians response, good or bad.
Why would Kowalski even try, for the first year skipper had tried every trick in the book to get him to spill about his past, yet hadn't received an inch. Eventually the team leader had just decided that he wasn't an emotional person and that it would be a waste of time to try to get him to talk about any feelings at all. He furrowed his brows and touched the tip of the pen to the paper, ink sprawling over the page in the loopy script Rico used. If Kowalski was willing to give him a chance to talk about his feelings he wasn't about to lie to him.
You caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
'I'm just having trouble at the moment. My past is meeting my present and I can't…' He broke off, turning to look at the scientist as he tracked the writing over the page.
"Can't what?" Kowalski asked, looking up and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Process?" He offered, brow furrowing.
"Yeh, dattle do." Rico sighed.
The tactician blinked and nodded slightly before leaning back and lying flat against the concrete, hair strewn about his head and hands knotted over his stomach.
"I find that when things get too much you have to get back to the simple things, stable things. Like stars." He sighed, eyes reflecting the cosmos and lips quirking into a bitter sweet smile.
Quietly Rico shuffled until he was lying next to the scientist. Back cold against the concrete and head tilted directly into the glimmering sweep of silver. His heart hammered as he strained his gaze against the sky, the image like a toddler had sprinkled glitter on black card.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
"Stars are just burning balls of hydrogen gas suspended in the sky. Even the closest, alpha centauri is thousands of light years away from us, did you know that? Anyway, the hydrogen is burning going through nuclear fusion turning it into heleium…"
Rico closed his eyes, listening to the gentle rhythm of Kowalski's voice the soothing tone warming him inside. For what anybody would call sinning, it sure felt good to him. He breathed deeply, fisting his hands to keep them from darting over and clutching the scientists.
And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
I'm feeling like a new born child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
"Rico are you listening to me?" When his eyes snapped open he almost had a heart attack. the Scientists face was hovering over his own, mouth turned into a light hearted grin, a chuckle rumbling from his throat. "I suppose if I bore you that much-"
He was cut off as Rico swung an arm out, attempting to get away from the potentially dangerous situation only to have it sweep Kowalski's arm out from under him, sending him falling forward. With one arm slung over his chest and head resting on it the tactician blinked a few times, attempting to still the blurring world. Rico knew that Kowalski would be able to feel his hammering heart and rapid pulse, but at that moment he didn't care. He could feel the resistance to his feelings slipping, weakness grabbing hold and forcing his hands to cup the pale angled face of his team mate. With a dry mouth he dared to met the others eyes.
A confused but relaxed stare met his own panicky and indecisive one. But it felt right to have Kowalski's head in his hands, his body warmth against his own. Wrong shouldn't feel that right.
Slowly he lent in, the tacticians eyes widening, yet no objections leaving his mouth. The inner heat mounted like the crest of a wave, the barriers around his heart crumbling to ash in the fires.
As his nose brushed the others he took a sharp intake of breath. He was tired of fighting his emotions, mentally drained from the continuous battle. It really wasn't so hard. Everything about Kowalski drew him in, the arrogant spark in his eyes, the science raves no one could understand the almost crazy grins that came with a successful invention. It was a childlike happiness that he had suppressed time and time again.
Never again.
Gently he brushed his lips against the Tacticians, retreating slightly before closing in again and pressing them firmly against his.
And you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
He froze as a soft sensation erupted, the icy feeling broken as Kowalski tenderly and slowly began to return the lip-lock.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
Rico pulled back, confusion and desperation lining his eyes. Kowalksi smiled, biting his bottom lip, and shuffling into a sitting position, pulling Rico up with him.
"If that was all that was bothering you why didn't you just say?" He laughed slightly, Swinging his knees underneath him and gripping his hands in his lap. The wind was buffering his hair from his eyes, pushing it back and keeping it out of his pale blue eyes.
Rico forced down a cry. Was Kowalski saying what he thought he was saying, or did the words have another implication?
(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)
And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?)
I'm feeling like a new born child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
Rico swallowed and scrabbled blindly for the paper and pen, tearing off the last note and sweeping the biro across the page. Clicking the pen off again he studied the note. Was it really worth it?
With hopes set in the clouds and fear settling in his bones he turned the pad around to face the Scientist.
I love you.
Smiling almost madly Kowalski snagged the pen and scoured it across the page in return, not even pausing once with the jerky hand writing. He sat back and slipped the pen behind his ear and motioned for Rico to turn the page back around.
(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)
And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?)
I'm feeling like a new born child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
It took him a moment to decipher the message. But it was worth it when he did.
I love you too.
Yeah. I'm a Kico fangirl. Sue me.
So, that's pretty much it, and can I recommend that if you haven't heard this song that you open another tab and do so now! But aside from this epic song I'd like to say that I'm taking requests!
So yeah, either send me a song and a pairing or a little sort of summary for a drabble you'd like to see. It doesn't even have to be a pairing! Oh, and nothing M rated please.
I will not do it if you just send me a word. I NEED MORE THAN THAT! Yeah. My imagination fails occasionally.
Also, if you know a lot about Hans or Blowhole's personalities could you pretty, pretty please PM me with the details? So far I haven't seen any episode with Dr. Blowhole in it. I saw one episode with Hans in it, but have a funny feeling that that wasn't the only one. If it was, well, poop.
TAKING CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISIM, PLEASE REVIEW BECAUSE OF THIS WEIRDLY LONG AUTHORS NOTE!
Peace out mother truckers. XD
