Authorship: Avery Likelytale...I wonder why I put this line. It just wastes space.
Author Notes: Homgz! Wtf. Too many people reviewed. This...is...not...natural... :explodes: ...anyway, thanks.
I just now realized that is evil and deletes all asterisks? Sigh...
Also thanks to those who reviewed the story Boredom. :giggle: And especially thanks to those who counted! 23 "bored"s, eh:hands out cookies:
Andandand finally...(yes I know I'm wasting space, bear with me)...I shall call our favorite Ra-yellow equation-user "Misawa"--never 'Bastion'. Because A) I like Misawa too much and B) that name is the spawn of the devil. When I saw Dan Brown use it to describe the freaking architecture in Angels & Demons, I knew something was wrong with that name...and anyway, 'Misawa' is neither a dub name or an orig. name, eh? Oh and I'd prefer if you pronounce it "Mee-sah-wa" instead of "Miss Awa"? Plzthx.
Caution: ChazzxZane pairing. Overdone plot? Dub names! And to the person who said the characters were OOC (sorry, I'm too lazy to check back for names ;), you're going to love this chapter. XD I dedicate it to you!
"Let go of me!" Chazz's cry of indignation and rage echoed in the air around the island, upsetting a flock of birds that took off from the forest and flapped away, cawing noisily. Thankfully--or perhaps, not so thankfully?--no one was outside to hear; class had already started, after all.
Zane dragged a struggling and thrashing Chazz with ease as he set down a winding dirt path that circled the main complex before heading into the forest. He seemed not to be listening to Chazz's epithets, but Chazz kept on shouting anyway.
"Hey, are you listening to me? Let go of me, you old pedophile! Let go of me! Where are you taking me, anyway? And--and--" Chazz tightened his fingers around Zane's arm, which was holding him in a headlock as Zane strode toward the forest.
"And what, Chazz?" Zane said.
Chazz was infuriated. He hated the way Zane posed this simple question--somehow, without using patronizing, loverly words, Zane still managed to sound, well, patronizing and loverly.
"Don't call me that!"
"What do you want me to call you?" Zane smiled at Chazz. "Honey? Sweetheart? Chazzy-dear?"
"Shut up!" Chazz screamed.
"You're always screaming, Chazz." Zane sighed dramatically. "It's not good for your throat."
Chazz twisted, trying to wrench out of Zane's grip--but it was useless. Zane, Chazz thought grimly, was stronger than he looked.
"You're a motherfucking bastard, you know that?" Chazz hissed. "What was up with that--'I'm going on a date with my boyfriend'? What was that about?"
"I was only telling the truth," Zane said, as unfazed as ever. "I am going on a date with my boyfriend."
"I'm not your boyfriend! And whatever you're doing, it's not a date!"
"What is it then?" Zane said.
"Hmm...let's see," Chazz said, with sarcastic deliberation. "Kidnapping? Abduction? Sexual harrassment? Pedophilia?"
"Like I said before," Zane said, "I'm only two years older than you."
"But you look like an old grandpa."
"Oh, stop that." Zane suddenly released Chazz's neck, but a split second later, he seized Chazz's wrists and held them tight, once more preventing the freshman student from escaping. Chazz hissed with contempt.
He tore his gaze away from Zane, instead choosing to survey the area where they had stopped. Zane had dragged Chazz all the way through the forest, and now they stood at the top of a grassy cliff, overlooking a slim stretch of beach, which the waves licked with boredom.
"Do you like the view?" Zane cut in. "And don't worry, I won't push you off the cliff."
"No, I do not like the view," Chazz snapped in response, "and I'd rather you push me off the cliff."
"Wish granted," Zane said, and before Chazz could comprehend this simple statement, Zane had swept him up by the waist and went sliding down the slope, feet-first, sending dust flying into the air.
When they landed, Zane released Chazz, who bounced as he hit the beach. He screamed.
"Aaaaggghhhhh! What do you think you are, a professional stuntsman? You could have killed me! Besides," Chazz nitpicked, "that wasn't pushing, that was sliding."
Zane laughed. "You're cute."
"Mrmf!" was all Chazz could say in response, for Zane had grabbed the back of his head and tilted him up into a kiss.
This time, Zane allowed no avenue of escape; he held Chazz's head tightly and firmly, while feasting on Chazz's mouth with his tongue. Chazz struggled, but he could not break free--and soon his struggling became minimal, then nonexistant, and he slumped, shoulders sagging, and let Zane kiss him.
When Zane finally released Chazz, his expression reading one of total ecstasy, Chazz screamed.
A loud, high-pitched, bloodcurdling scream--a scream of dying toddlers, of tortured women, of cowardly men, of preps whose new clothes just got yogurt all over them. A scream that tore apart the molecules of the sky itself, that caused birds to join in with shrieks of their own--and soon the whole island was screaming, and echoing with the sound of screaming.
"Hey, shut up!" Zane said, but he doubted Chazz even heard him--the black haired boy lay in the sand, his eyes glazed, as he let out his long, continuous, banshee-like scream.
He knelt down, and, seizing Chazz's neck, kissed him again--the only sure way to shut him up. Chazz closed his eyes and groaned, once more feeling the nausea-inducing--but also strangely pleasurable--sensation of Zane sliding his tongue against the walls of Chazz's mouth.
He was dirty. Alexis would never like him. His first kiss--and all the kisses after that--stolen from him. Stolen by a gaywad pedophile with hair that looked like seaweed.
It was almost enough to make Chazz cry, if Chazz Princeton knew how to cry.
"Holy hell," a voice said, and both Chazz and Zane looked up, though their mouths were still glued together.
Misawa stood there--the gray-haired, Ra Yellow nerd, Chazz remembered. There was a look of utter shock and horror on Misawa's face.
"Holy hell," he repeated, faintly.
Zane slowly separated from Chazz, making sure to lightly run his tongue over Chazz's lips on the way out.
Chazz stared back at Misawa, frozen on the spot. It was bad enough that Jaden and Syrus had an idea of what was going on--but Misawa? And he had seen them kissing..kissing, of all things.
"Shouldn't you be at class?" Zane said stoicly.
"Shouldn't you?" Misawa countered. "What are you two...doing...out here?"
"Well, it's pretty obvious," Zane said. "My boyfriend and I came out here to have some time alone together." With these words, he placed his hand against the back of Chazz's head and lightly stroked his hair.
"Y...your boyfriend?" Misawa said.
"Yeah, my boyfriend. My lover." Zane was caressing Chazz's face now, a smile dancing at his lips. "You love me, Chazz, don't you? You love me."
"No, I don't," Chazz said vehemently. "I hate you."
"You know, I am going to make you say it, no matter what you do," Zane said. His voice had taken on a slightly dangerous note. Chazz jerked away.
"No way in hell," he snarled.
"Uh...ah..." Misawa back off a few steps, until he was practically standing in the surf. "Zane...isn't this...sexual harrassment? Isn't this...illegal?"
"Yeah!" Chazz shouted, jumping up. "The nerd's right! I'll press criminal charges! You're going to be hearing from my lawyer, mister!"
"Chazz," Zane said suddenly, standing up as well. He rested a hand on Chazz's shoulder. "Get back to class. If you walk around that way--" Here, Zane pointed to the right, where the strip of beach wound around the towering cliffs, snakelike. "--you'll find a set of stairs that goes up. I love you," he added, pressing his lips to Chazz's forehead.
Chazz hissed and glared, but swept off without a word.
A long silence passed, punctuated only by the cawing of a bird and the sloshing waves, before Misawa finally spoke up.
"Zane..."
"What are you doing here, Misawa?"
"Uh..." Misawa paused. "Well, the head of the Ra Yellow dorm wanted me to deliver some papers to the chancellor, so I did--and when I was leaving, I heard this really, really loud scream."
Zane groaned. "Oh."
"So I followed the source and came here--but Zane! Why were you...molesting...Chazz?" Misawa demanded, whirling about.
Zane smiled, waiting for Misawa's anger to die out, before speaking. "Calm down, Misawa. Everyone always casts me as the villain. But hear me out."
"All right, all right."
"I like Chazz a lot. I have for a while," Zane began, but Misawa interrupted.
"So you're gay?" He asked.
"I guess," Zane said, offhandedly. "Anyway, that's not important, is it?"
Misawa shifted from side to side and shrugged. "I guess not. It's just weird. All the hot girls in Duel Academy love you--and you turn out to be gay. Hell, I bet even Alexis Rhodes likes you."
"She does," Zane said, remembering what Chazz had said that night by the lighthouse. "Chazz told me."
"Ha, ha--so, anyway, what's with you two?"
"Hmm?" Zane cocked his head. Pretending ignorance, he said, "Me and Alexis?"
"No--you and Chazz," Misawa said impatiently. "What's your relationship?"
"Oh. Well, he doesn't like me back."
"I would have guessed as much."
"So, I made a bet with him," Zane continued. The breeze was picking up, fiddling with the hem of Zane's coat, and with a few navy strands of hair. Zane ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "If I get him to say 'I love you' to me within two weeks, I get to have sex with him."
Misawa laughed--and choked on the laugh, doubling over and letting out weak snorting noises. "You--what--there's no way you can win that bet!"
"We'll see about that," Zane said seriously.
"Ha, ha, okay," Misawa said, standing up straight again. He wore a large smile which grew wider as he talked. "You're such an optimist, Zane. But really--this is pretty interesting. Chazz and you...you make a pretty cute couple, actually. Ha ha!"
Zane frowned slightly, ignoring Misawa. He stared up at the blue sky, at the few wisps of clouds, at the burning sun, before turning back around.
"Misawa..."
"Yeah?" Misawa said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and grinning.
"Would you like to help me?"
"With what?"
"You know what," Zane said. He narrowed his eyes as he thought about Chazz--Chazz, his rebelliousness and defiance--but that just made him more alluring. "How would you like to help me win this bet? You know, manipulate the odds, so to speak, in my favor."
"Like how?" Misawa asked.
"Well, I'm thinking...you know, Alexis?" Zane pondered. The wind was blowing harder, the breeze becoming a gale. Zane, not caring, let his hair blow into his eyes, shielding his face. "He really likes her--a lot. If only there was a way to remove her from the equation..."
Misawa's eyes lit up at the word "equation". Here was familiar territory! "Sure, Zane."
"Thanks. I knew I could count on you..." The wind gusted faster, with more force, spiraling wildly across the island of Duel Academy, and the waves grew more vicious, slapping and spraying across the shore, and splashing both boys' shoes with salt water.
Zane smiled as he watched Misawa depart. Soon, Chazz...soon you'll have no one left but me.
Author's Notes: Rofl. Short chapter (I think). Doom doom! What's Misawa gonna do? D; Not much to say about it. Eh. Zane's a bastard. Lol. :models his not-in-character character after Ryouki from Hot Gimmick:
Anyway, thanks all for reviewing and giving me the fire to keep going. Well, my MapleStory calls out at me from the desktop, so 'til next time!
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