OOOOOOOOOkay, I now present to you the latest chapter of NID! The inspiration for this came from an odd mix of twizzlers and music by The Killers, so if it is awful, BOYCOTT TWIZZLERS! This IS a really boring chapter though, and is not nearly as good as the other two, I really love my readers, so I apologize in advance for the awful writing…
On a more serious note, I must inform my readers that Odd and Ulrich will be facing some problems after this chapter, so the next few chapters will be kind of dark. …
I still do not know where they will get together though. It will either be chapter six or seven, or maybe the last chapter, so let me know which I should choose!
And now I is rambling. Enjoy the chapter.
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"And please turn your books to page 601, as we study the diversity of phylum chordata…"
Odd and Ulrich looked at each other and both sighed. It had been another long boring day, and science was NOT helping the situation. Luckily the bell rang that moment, saving them from the droning of Mrs. Hertz.
They found Jeremie and the three of them began to walk to the dorms, meeting up with Aelita and Yumi coming from art. Yumi instantly struck up a conversation with Ulrich, something about a certain period of art and how boring it is.
Jeremie clapped his hands together twice, and when everybody looked at him, he said "cancel your plans for Sunday. We need to go to Lyoko and begin the final repairs. The top of the ship was cleaved through by the colossus' sword, and the metal is twisted and warped. Any program I design will take months to complete, so I want Aelita to use her power to "sing" the metal back to its original position. The process will take two hours, plus rendering and creating resistance against the digital sea."
"Listen Jer," Odd replied, twisting his head back. "That sounds really fun and all, but I have a big art presentation that day. A lot of sponsors will be there, so I'm hoping one of them will enjoy my artwork. Also, I need Ulrich to help set up my stand."
"WHAT! You expect Aelita and Yumi to go to Lyoko and work on this by themselves?
"Jeremie," Aelita said, "I'm a big girl now, and can take care of myself, and Yumi is more than capable of fighting off anything that comes for me. Besides, when we destroyed Xana, we destroyed all the monsters, right?
"I don't like this either." Yumi said, "Ulrich should at least come with us, just to be safe…"
"But I need him to help me." Odd said with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster, "Jeremie, Aelita is more than capable of handling herself, and… and we could come if you call our cell phones, the hall is closer to the factory than the school, it would be easy for me to slip out after my presentation…"
Jeremie lasted for about thirty seconds under Odd's eyes before he gave in.
Since it was Friday, the gang was eager to be done with their classes and begin the weekend. Odd was in his last period art class, finishing the last painting he was going to showcase at the Musee d'orsay, one of the most famous modern art museums in the world. Odd finished the last spiral and leaned back in his chair.
It was an ice city, with many different buildings and a town hall. All had magnificent spires and featured intricate designs in the walls Odd had created by swirling two blues together. The painting, which was bigger than the posters in his room, was the largest thing he had ever created. He left it in the art room to dry, and raced upstairs to tell his crush the good news.
"Ulrich, I'm finally done!" Odd shouted as he unlocked the door and grabbed Ulrich in a bear hug.
"What the hell, get off of me!"
Odd finally noticed that All Ulrich was wearing was a pair of briefs. A pair of totally revealing, low cut, package hugging briefs that made Odd drool and stare with ecstasy. Odd instantly turned five shade of red, one after the other, let Ulrich go, and squeaked "well, just wanted to tell you." He then released his friend and ran out of the room.
"He knows my secret, He knows I like him!" Odd thought over and over again as he ran to the end of the hall.
"Odd wait!"
He turned around, and there was Ulrich running towards him, though now with pants.
A little voice in Odd's head whispered "Thank god."
A bigger voice in Odd's head screamed "DAMN IT! I WANNA SEE HIM IN THOSE SEXY BRIEFS AGAIN!
Odd clonked himself on the head, and walked toward Ulrich.
When Ulrich reached him, Odd said "I'm sorry for bugging you"
"Odd, you did not do anything wrong, I mean, you were excited about your artwork. I thought your class ran for another five minutes, and it felt really stuffy in the dorm, so I wanted to cool off, you know what I mean?
"Yeah, I guess."
"You're seriously telling me you've never laid around in your underwear?"
"Well no, I mean…"
It doesn't matter; anyways, you wanted to show me something?
The two friends walked back to the dorm so Ulrich could put on a shirt, and then headed down to the studio. When they got there, Odd said hello to the teacher, then he and Ulrich walked to the back room.
Odd's painting was on the back wall, and was pretty hard to miss.
"Holy crap Odd, how long did this take?"
"I've been working on it ever since the beginning of the year." Odd replied.
"It's beautiful Odd," Ulrich said, "the designs are making me dizzy; there are so many interlocking pieces that I can't follow them."
"Yeah," Odd replied, turning to look at Ulrich, "The colors took ages to swirl, and are really thick. In fact, I don't know if it will be dry in time for the show.
"What happens if it is not dry in time?"
"The painting could become damaged and it would be ineligible."
"Ah." Ulrich said with a little smile on his face, "So that's why you wanted me to help."
"Huh?"
"I'm the delivery boy…"
"Ulrich, I can get this monstrosity to the hall no problem."
Then why do you need me?
"Because…well… I'm really nervous because this could be a big break for me and I wanted my best friend to come and cheer me on, and maybe spend a bit of time with me browsing (here Odd puts on a really thick British accent) The high culture of the painting arts.
"Really, that's all you wanted?"
"Odd," said Ulrich turning to his friend and bowing I would be happy to explore The high culture of artful painting, Or, whatever you just said to me. Now can we stop with the British crap?"
"Yeah sure, just let me spray my painting and we can go back to the dorm." Odd replied.
"Spray?"
"Yep, it's this stuff that dries your painting faster, but if you use too much, it cracks the paint. Not that I have much of a choice, but I'm kind of worried."
Odd uncapped a small red can and sprayed a cloud of clear stuff that smelled like glue over his masterpiece. The two friends then left the studio and walked to their dorm.
Later, Odd was lying on his bed tossing a ball to Kiwi and fantasizing about Ulrich.
He imagined that he was in the ice city with Ulrich, laughing and running around and behaving like kids. The people of the city, who were as blue as the buildings, just went about their business and ignored them. Odd and Ulrich ran to a big frozen lake and began skating without blades. They spun around the perimeter of the lake and held hands, never speeding up, always staring each other in the eyes, conveying more emotions than a thousand years worth of words had room for. They let go, and retreated to opposite sides of the lake, never breaking that precious eyelock. They moved towards each other once again, sliding just past each other, and continuing backwards. Then Ulrich spun in a circle and beckoned to Odd, but Odd slipped and fell on his back.
In an instant Ulrich was there beside him, lifting him up as though he weighed nothing. They walked into town, into a building. Odd had no idea where they were, but as soon as they were inside he recognized the place as the Ritz Paris. Odd had stayed there for a week with his parents (yep, they're rich) to visit a bunch of relatives who he had never seen before, but he always remembered the lobby as one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen.
Suddenly they were in a beautiful room with an enormous bed and chandelier. Ulrich gently laid down Odd and sat on the edge of the bed. Never speaking, Odd propped himself up on his elbows and captured the other in a powerful kiss. Ulrich's lips were warm and soft, and had a certain way of moving around that drove Odd crazy. He was so careful and gentle, and Odd knew this was the true Ulrich, a loving and caring person, untainted by his father's anger and idiocy.
They then slid backwards onto the bed, and Ulrich settled right next to Odd. Mewling like a kitten, Odd wrapped his legs around Ulrich's waist, pulling him closer. Ulrich moved so he was on top of Odd, and resumed their kissing with a new, more lust filled atmosphere. Ulrich was dominant, and Odd let his tongue slip into his mouth without complaint. After a while, the boys broke the kiss, both panting for air and blushing, but both very happy.
Ulrich finally removed his shirt, and Odd was once again awestruck by the beauty of his lover. He was so strong, yet he gave Odd the gentlest touches, as if he was breakable. Odd tried to remove his shirt, but was stopped by Ulrich, who removed it for him. The kissing resumed, much more rough and sexual than before. Odd could feel a fire in his stomach, and he could also feel the heat beneath Ulrich's skin. Odd moaned, and Ulrich moved so he was at the button of Odd's jeans. Ulrich undid the button with his teeth, and was about to pull down his own pants when Odd fell off the bed and into a black whirlpool.
When Odd opened his eyes he was back in his dorm, and Kiwi was running around barking. Odd rubbed his head and said "Oh, it was a dream. I must have fallen asleep and I was thinking about my painting, so…
Odd began crying, and Kiwi sat close to his master and turned his head to the side in that adorable way that lets you know he's listening. He panted, imploring the blond boy to begin his lament.
"Kiwi, I am going to tear my hair out of my head if this keeps going. I love him… I didn't even think I could like boys. Really though, I'm fine with that, but did it have to be my best friend? I mean really, out of all the guys on earth, I had to get the one I've been living with for two years? What do I do? If he knows I like him he'll never speak to me again, but if I keep it a secret, it eats me up…
His angst was interrupted by a knock at the door. He opened it, and saw Jeremie and Aelita standing there
"Morning sunshine!" Aelita said in her usual cheerful voice.
"We just thought we would come and get you, seeing as dinner's half over." Jeremie said. "Oh yeah, its spaghetti tonight and-
Odd had already left the room.
After dinner, both boys were lying on their stomachs and reading comics. Ulrich broke the silence and said "do we have Tai qwan do tomorrow at 11?
"Yeah, we do. It's so nice to be able to get away from my problems like that…" Odd spoke softly, not really paying attention to Ulrich OR his comic. His private bubble was shattered when the noticed Ulrich was now sitting on the bed looking with concern at him.
"Odd, are you okay? You sound miserable, and I'm worried."
"Dammit… Why does he have to look so hot?" Odd thought. He shook his head and replied, "Ulrich, as I promise that if anything is ever making me miserable, you'll be the first to know. I'm just a little tired is all."
"Okay Odd, I believe you."
Odd frowned and weighed his options. Finally he said "Ulrich?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think of me?"
"Huh?"
"Do you consider me more than a friend?"
The words had left Odd's mouth before he realized what he was asking. He instantly began trembling, and was about to apologize when Ulrich said "I think I understand; I think of you as a brother too!"
"Oh," Odd replied in a tiny voice "That's good to know. I feel the same way."
With that Ulrich turned off his light and went to sleep. Odd watched him for 30 minutes, and when soft snores were heard he climbed out of bed, put on his sneakers, and crept out the door.
After exiting the dorm building, Odd ran to the forest. He ran through trees, all blackened by the dusk, and finally stopped in a small clearing. He then curled up into a ball, and began to sob quietly. The words Ulrich had spoken tumbled around in his head and gained a mocking, almost sinister edge. Finally, when it seemed he would slip into complete insanity, he was saved by sleep's liquid blanket.
Odd awoke to the morning sun heating his skin. He looked around and realized that he had spent the whole night in his small meadow. He got up, rubbed his eyes, and started for home. His misery and anguish were locked away, stacked behind his cheery eyes and bright smile. Odd only wondered how long it would take it to fall over.
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I am just so sorry that you had to suffer through this. I know it's awful, but it was written during one of my "creative slumps" as I like to call them. Basically, I go emo for a week over something, cry in my sleep, draw, paint, write, or do something else. I have only ever cut twice, and I was not as depressed this time, so all I did was write.
Anyways, it's the December season, and I want to wish you a very merry Christmas, happy Hanukah, happy Kwanza, a most joyous Yule, and a happy new year!
I love you all, especially the people who comment and favourite, and add my story to alerts.
Au revoir, mon amis!