Love, Lust, and Lolicons
Authorship: Aevurree Laikleetail
Author Notes: I'm sorry I don't update as much as you guys would like me to, but I have a life outside fanfiction...a life that involves drawing a picture that I've been working on for over a freaking month and I'm still barely halfway finished...YES I DRAW OMFGZ (...really badly, but I still do it anyway..).
Anywayz, the con was fun. The cosplayers were fun to stare at, yo. So here's chapter 10. Share 'n' enjoy!
Caution: ZanexChazz, JadenxChazz, thewholegayworldxChazz.
10. Chazz Almost Says It (Again)
"You're kidding, right?"
Zane glanced up at Misawa, glaring. "No, Misawa, I am not kidding."
His words were stiff and bitter, and when Misawa heard them, he knew that Zane wasn't just angry...he was angry. As in, possibly homicidal angry. Misawa knew that as long as Zane was in this state, he'd have to tread carefully. One misstep, and his head could be on a pike.
"Wow, man...," he said lamely.
"It's your fault, you know." Zane began groping around the floor, as if searching for something.
Misawa chanced a question. "What are you looking for?"
Zane paused in his search, then slowly lifted his hand up to his mouth. "That's a good question."
"Er, sorry, Zane...er...what are you going to do next?"
"I've been thinking about that," Zane said. He ran a hand through his hair and scowled when sand fell out, raining onto Misawa's floor. "Hey, Misawa, since you're totally useless for anything else, may I use your washroom facilities?"
Washroom facilities? Wow. Zane must be really angry. He's using stilted politically correct lingo now. But out loud, Misawa said, "Uh, sure."
"Thanks." Zane rose to his feet and walked slowly, almost like a dead man, toward Misawa's shower, leaving a trail of sand behind him. Was he sulking? Misawa couldn't tell.
In fact, Misawa began realizing, he really couldn't tell anything about Zane. Zane was a complete mystery, inside-out.
It was too much of a trouble to figure out mysterious people. With a sigh, Misawa picked up his notebook and began redoing his anti-bully equations once more.
"Congratulations to the happy couple!"
Atticus, who was musically challenged, strummed a few off-color notes of "Here Comes the Bride" on his ukelele while kicking over a neat stack of sodas, sending them rolling over the floor. The entire Slifer Red dorm had been dressed up on the insistence of Atticus, and now streamers, balloons, and a huge banner saying "GO AND MULTIPLY! JADEN AND CHAZZ!" were strung from the ceiling of Jaden's room. Atticus and even managed to convince Banner to make a huge so-called "wedding feast", with a large, chocolate-frosted cake that was caving in on its own weight as the centerpiece.
"Shut up!" Chazz yelled at Atticus, although his face was red--whether it was because he was flustered or embarrassed, it was hard to tell.
"Let's go eat cake, Chazz!" Jaden pointed eagerly toward the direction of the eating hall, tugging on Chazz's arm. Chazz scowled and reddened, and it became clear that he was blushing.
"What a cute couple!" Atticus persisted.
All around the dorm, Slifer Red students milled about, most of them jumping for the opportunity for free (and atypically delicious) food. A few chattered about the strange couple of Chazz and Jaden--who would've thunk it!
For the most part, Jaden and Chazz's close friends were inside Jaden's room, all eating, drinking, and being merry. Alexis sat on what was normally Jaden's bed, enjoying a slice of cake. Chumley was also wolfing down cake, though he remained in his bunk. At the foot of Jaden's bed sat Syrus, nervously sipping a soda. He had the belief that he was the sole source of reason left in the room.
"Wow, Chazz, isn't this great?" Jaden said, pulling Chazz into a rather violent hug. Chazz, surprisingly, did not try tearing away--instead, he hesitantly put his arms around Jaden.
Atticus instantly snapped a picture and crooned, "Ohh yes! Love's so sweet!"
"Shut up!" Chazz repeated, pulling away from Jaden and reaching over to hit Atticus. Atticus nimbly dodged out of the way, talking the entire time.
"I mean, you've gotta date lots of stinkweed before you find your rose, know what I mean? Like, you know, you couldn't find love with Alexis! You couldn't find love with Zane! You couldn't find love with me, either--not saying I'm stinkweed or anything. But look, on your fourth try, you've found it! You've found Mr. Right!" Atticus jabbed his ukelele in Chazz's direction, pointing it like a sword. Chazz ducked and hissed.
"A toast to true love!" Atticus went on, scooping up a soda and popping it open. He thrust it into the air so violently that soda actually burst out of the top and came bubbling down his sleeve.
A worried look had crossed Jaden's face during Atticus's little speech. He turned to Chazz. "Uh, Chazz..."
"Er...yeah?"
"Will Zane mind?" Jaden asked slowly. "You know, about...us..."
"He has me!" Alexis said suddenly, standing up.
"Yeah, that's right," Chazz said, breaking into a small smile. "Yeah, he won't care, he has Alexis. He didn't really care about me--" He broke off, turning away.
"See, look, it's happily ever after!" Atticus said, intercepting the awkward moment. "Zane and Alexis find true love, Chazz and Jaden find true love! The tangled mess is solved and we can all go our merry way!" He played a merry scale on his ukelele, laughing wildly, and Alexis and Jaden joined in--to them, they truly believed what Atticus was saying was true. To them, their story had already reached a happy ending.
Oh, how wrong they were. How very, oh-so wrong.
"How about you?" Chumley said, his voice a bit muffled by the cake in his mouth.
"Er--" Atticus paused, his expression reading 'Hey, that's a good question!'. Suddenly, he whipped around, turning to face Jaden's bed. "Hey, Syrus, wanna dance?" Atticus grabbed Syrus's hands and hauled the small boy up into the air. Syrus kicked wildly, surprised, and screamed, and Atticus tossed him down again.
"Sorry, Atticus...I'm not...you know..." Syrus shrunk back, retreating to Jaden's bunk. He looked downright terrified.
"It's chill, Sy. You're not really my type," Atticus said, winking, before turning around to continue with the loud festivities.
Syrus resumed sucking the opening of his soda can, looking miserable. "For some reason," he said in a small voice that no one in the room heard, "I don't think Zane will take this sitting down."
Of course, his words fell upon deaf ears--but they shouldn't have. Because Syrus was right.
Oh, how right he was. How very, oh-so right.
"Now, tomorrow, we can have the ceremonies. We need to make a dress for Chazz," Atticus was saying at the same time Syrus said his very, oh-so right statement--perhaps this was part of the reason why no one heard Syrus.
"So Chazz is the woman?" Alexis said with a giggle.
"Well, of course!"
"I don't want to be!" Chazz snarled, bristling.
"We'll put video cameras in your honeymoon suite--we so want to watch--" Atticus, of course, was ignoring Chazz.
"You pervert!" Chazz picked up a soda can and threw it at Atticus, but Atticus swerved to the side and the soda merely hit the wall and exploded, sending sticky liquid gushing all over the wall.
"I've got an idea!" Atticus went on. "Practice kissing the bride, Jaden. Kiss like you did at the beach! Remember, every kiss is your first!"
Jaden gave an awkward glance first at Atticus's camera, which was at the ready, and then at Chazz, who was glaring at Atticus with seething eyes. Slowly, Jaden took one of Chazz's hands, and his eyes met Chazz's for a brief moment--
Chazz suddenly whipped Jaden's hand aside and pushed his way past Jaden. Atticus, looking clearly cheated, shouted after Chazz, "Hey, wait, where're you going? That's no way to treat your future husband!"
"Future!" Chazz yelled, whirling around. He gave Atticus a few punches on the arm for good measure. "Fu. Ture. Not now! Future!"
"Tomorrow is the future," Atticus said, looking confused.
"No it's not!" Chazz said. "I define these things! You don't! And you know what? I think this is going way too fast! I can't take it! I'm getting some fresh air!"
He stormed toward the door, kicking it aside. Then, pausing, he turned around, and gave Jaden a meaningful glance. "Uh...sorry. I still...l...like you...Jaden. I just need to relax for a little bit."
Then he was out of the door, leaping over the railing of the balcony and practically running along the beach. A long silence filled Jaden's room, although the noisiness of other teenage boys stuffing their faces from the other room was still there, a distant hum.
Atticus broke the ice, strumming a few would-be dramatic notes on his ukelele.
"I don't think tomorrow's too soon," he said.
"Neither do I," Jaden said. He sounded faintly hurt. After all, the sooner the better.
Why couldn't Chazz see that?
Chazz relished in the cool night air, in the absolute silence save for the natural sounds of birds and surf. It was relaxing, a welcome break from the past few days of excitement and confusion that had tortured his life of late. It was a simple pleasure--but how nice simple pleasures could be.
Almost subconsciously, he found himself heading toward the lighthouse--and received the jolting memory of that on a night exactly like this, he had met Zane...no, wait, he had knew Zane before that, of course...no, actually, he hadn't. He knew Zane's name and face, but he had no idea about his personality. It was that night that Zane had begun revealing his true colors.
"Chazz. Imagine seeing you here."
Chazz jerked out of his reverie, and saw, to his shock, Zane standing by the lighthouse. Had thinking about Zane summoned him there? No, that was ridiculous. It was merely coincidence...
"Imagine seeing you here." Chazz stopped at the edge of the pier, facing Zane. Zane remained still, leaning against the lighthouse, his eyes fixed on the blurring horizon.
Chazz tensed himself. If Zane did anything...
...he could always run to Jaden. Jaden. Zane didn't know anything about Chazz and Jaden, did he?
"Come here, Chazz," Zane said. His voice was completely devoid of emotion, which unnerved Chazz. Zane always sounded stoic, of course, but now he sounded downright flat. Almost like a machine.
Somehow, Chazz had the shivering sensation that Zane was angry. Not just angry. Furious.
"What if I don't want to?" Chazz countered.
"I don't believe you have a choice in the matter," Zane said, in that same scarily flat voice.
Chazz slowly approached Zane. Zane was right, somehow. Even if Chazz's mind and heart and soul hated and loathed Zane, and wanted to be as far from him as possible, his body...his body wanted Zane. It longed for Zane in a way far more intense than it could ever long for Jaden. And it was his body that triumphed over everything else.
It was then that he noticed something. "Your hair...looks different," he said haltingly, walking up so that he and Zane were merely inches apart.
"Oh, I trimmed it a little," Zane said, reaching up a hand and nonchalantly brushing his hair aside. At the meantime, Misawa was in his bathroom, miserably sweeping up blue strands of hair from the floor, and whining something about being reduced down to a housemaid, and how Zane was a senior student and should be able to clean up after himself.
"Why?" Chazz snapped. Then, in perfect honesty, he said, "It looked better longer."
"You'll get used to it," Zane said, taking Chazz's wrists. "Now, will you kiss me?"
"No."
"Do it." This time, Zane's voice carried a tinge of emotion--impatience.
"Fine, you bastard." And Chazz leaned up and buried his lips against Zane's, pulling himself closer. Zane's grip momentarily tightened around Chazz's wrists--subconsciously, no doubt--and then the two of them separated.
Zane gazed into Chazz's eyes for a long, silent moment, where the only sound was the lapping of the waves against the pier. Chazz stared right back, wondering what was going on in Zane's head, wondering if it was possible that someone's eyes could reveal so little.
Then Zane pulled Chazz closer, burying the younger boy's face in Zane's chest as Zane wrapped his arms around Chazz's head. In a low voice, Zane said, "You may not believe it, but I'm human. I have feelings to."
"Yeah, right," was the muffled reply.
"It's true, no matter how much you want to deny it," Zane continued. "And do you know how I feel right now?"
"Horny?"
"Close, but no," Zane said, and then his voice took on a humorless edge. "Chazz, you're making me miserable."
"Miserable?"
"I don't like thinking that you'd give your heart to someone other than me. It upsets me." Zane was slowly rocking Chazz back and forth now, in a calming manner, but Chazz tensed. Is he talking about Jaden?
"Th-that's your problem," he managed to say.
Zane pulled Chazz away from him, placing his hand against Chazz's face. His eyes, Chazz noted faintly, were slightly shiny. Were those tears? They couldn't possibly be tears. Zane couldn't possibly be...
"Chazz, I love you."
Chazz thought he felt his heart stop. Zane had said those words before, but Chazz had always brushed them aside, treating them as more of Zane's annoying lies. But now...Zane actually sounded earnest. Almost as if he meant what he was saying...
"Do you love me too?" Zane whispered, his voice so faint that Chazz could barely hear it.
"Zane, I..." Chazz could feel himself leaning closer to Zane, slightly tilting his head upwards. His lips brushed lightly against Zane's, but Zane jerked away, not allowing the kiss to go beyond that.
"Do you, Chazz?"
I can't believe I'm falling for this, some rational part of Chazz's brain said. I can't believe I'm falling for him.
"I...," he said out loud, hesitantly. He tried shaking his head slightly, but his head wouldn't move. His whole body wouldn't move. He was frozen there in Zane's arms, staring at Zane's face, framed by the cobalt hairs blowing into his eyes. Chazz thought he saw tearstreams from Zane's eyes. He couldn't be sure.
"You love cheese, eh?" Zane said.
"No, I love--"
But Chazz managed to cut himself off. He did the only possible thing that could make himself shut up. And that was, of course, kissing Zane.
The sound of helicopter blades cut through the serene silence, and through the serene moment, and both Zane and Chazz jerked apart. They stared upwards, and Chazz saw nothing but the large emblem of the Princeton brothers above him on the underbelly of the helicopter. It was being buffeted about by the wind, but it was clearly aimed on a predestined course: straight down.
Straight down where it would squash both Zane and Chazz like sad little bugs.
"Run!" Chazz screamed needlessly, for Zane had grabbed him by the arm and pulled both of them into the water--which, incidentally, at this time of the day, was freezing cold.
The helicopter crashed onto the pier, right on top of the lighthouse--and both helicopter and lighthouse crumbled, flames bursting and chunks of stone spraying into the water. Zane had managed to drag both him and Chazz far enough away to avoid the hail of debris, but a few pieces still conked them.
"What the hell?" Zane said.
Chazz just stared blankly. Ejecting out of the side of the helicopter, in bright orange emergency escape lifejackets, were Slade and Jagger Princeton.
Author's Notes: What a horrible place to end a chapter.
Well I have nothing really to say because I'm in a hurry to go and stuff. So yeah, peace out rock on. Sorry for any spelling/grammar/word choice mistakes. Too lazy to read over this again.
PS: I think I smell like dead fish. Because we dissected dead fish in biology today. And poked their eyes out and stared at their eyeballs.
