As promised, the second update for tonight. This chapter is a bit long...but I think it's not too bad... Hope y'all enjoy! Also, I should mention that this story is semi-kayfabe. You'll find out exactly what that means as the story progresses. ;)
"Wow, what are the odds of THAT happening?" the Undertaker asked, scratching his head. "I challenge Batista for his Title, you win a Number One Contender's Match and challenge Cena, and then Vince makes a match between the four of us!"
Shawn Michaels frowned. "I know…it's so strange. I mean, what are the chances that right after we become friends after FOREVER, we're suddenly place in matches against one another? That's just bad luck, man."
The two legends were sitting in a small gym, sipping at their water bottles and thinking things over. No Way Out was only a week or two away, and Vince had the brilliant idea of having "Wrestlemania Main Event vs. Wrestlemania Main Event." And, unfortunately, they were teamed up with their soon-to be opponents John Cena and Batista, and against one another.
"I can't trust Batista," the Deadman said after a minute, tossing his empty bottle in a nearby trashcan. "I just can't."
Shawn grinned. "Well, I would say the same, but Cena's a good kid, too good sometimes… And I'm pretty sure he has some sort of weird crush on me, so I doubt he'll turn on me anytime soon."
The Undertaker's raised an eyebrow. "A crush on you? Seriously?" He shrugged. "Well, I don't envy you in that respect. Glad I don't have to worry about that."
Shawn laughed for a moment, but realized something. "Wait…what do you mean you don't have to worry about that? I'm sure there are plenty of guys who have weird crushes on you! I wouldn't be surprised if Batista liked you…a lot…"
The Phenom mimed throwing up, with nearly sent Shawn into a laughing fit. "Spare me," he growled. "The last thing I would want is Batista hitting on me." He shuddered. "Besides, I have no idea what he'd be after, unless it was my blessing, or something."
"Oh, stop being modest," the Heartbreak Kid said with a gentle smile. "You're an attractive guy… Why wouldn't Batista--or anyone else--go after you?"
"You're cruel, Shawn Michaels."
"But I'm serious!" Shawn pouted. "Just look at yourself, Mark! As your friend, I think you should know that you're pretty hot, and a sweet guy. People should throw themselves at you!"
Mark gave a small smile, but Shawn noticed a hint of sadness in his green eyes. "Well, some people do throw themselves at me, as you put it, but the only thing they wanted was money. Or my body. No one wanted me."
"Then those people are fools, because they're missing out on something so much better than money."
"And what would that be?"
"The chance to get to know you," Shawn said with pat on Mark's shoulder. "And just…the opportunity to meet the real Mark. He's a great guy."
The Undertaker blushed slightly, and looked away. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but Shawn's words made him feel… good inside. He felt like he could trust him, for some reason, and believe his words. And the feeling on his warm hand on his bare shoulder was…
"Thank Shawn," Mark said with a smile. "I really appreciate that." He shifted in his seat so that he was sitting cross-legged, and Shawn could help but think (with a grin) that it was the most feminine thing he had ever seen. "Who knows, maybe I'll find someone like you said…who wants me for me. Like you and Triple H, y'know?"
The Showstopper was about to speak, but froze, hands falling limp to his sides. 'Oh my God,' he thought, eyes widening. 'I almost… I almost said that he had found someone…
'Me.'
Shawn shook his head, blinking. 'It can't be,' he thought, trying to convince himself otherwise. 'I can't…' But it was as clear as his vision of the man sitting across from him in a small gym not far from WWE Headquarters: He liked Mark. Not just liked him, but liked-him-liked-him!
"Shawn…are you okay?" the Undertaker asked, looking askance at the smaller man. He had paled suddenly, and his blue eyes seemed to be staring right through him. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh…nothing…" HBK said unconvincingly. "You had mentioned me and Hunter…" He blinked again, trying to regain his wits. 'Come on, Shawn!' he told himself. 'Keep it together! He's sitting right here!' "I'm sure you'll find someone special. Heaven knows you deserve it." HBK laughed lightly. "How about we get out of here? People are starting to fill the place already."
Mark looked at his watch. It was still early, but Shawn was right--the place was already getting crowded. "Yeah, let's go… Besides, I think we've had enough exercise for one day, don't you?"
Shawn smiled. "Agreed. I think we should go out for some ice cream."
"But…it's freezing outside."
"Even better! Then we don't have to worry about it melting, and we can take our time eating it!"
The Undertaker laughed. 'Can't argue with the logic,' he thought, standing up. "Sounds like a plan," he said, laughing as Shawn stood up and immediately began complaining about the pain in his muscles before kicking the nearest Stairmaster.
That night, after showering extensively, the Undertaker lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was definitely physically attracted to Shawn Michaels. Possibly even emotionally attracted to him as well. But could anyone blame him? The man was beautiful…
'Not only is he beautiful, he's also kind, and sweet, and funny and smarter than I thought.' Now the Deadman frowned. 'Sweet? What am I, going soft?'
The thought made him smile. After all these years, the Undertaker--the Lone Wolf--was going soft? And for Shawn Michaels, someone he never even dreamed of doing anything other than fighting with?
'This is ridiculous,' he thought, frowning again and sliding under the sheets. 'I don't feel anything for Shawn. I'm just imagining things. And besides…he has Hunter. He doesn't need, or want you. End of story.'
Or so he told himself over and over as he fell asleep. In fact, he was certain that he had settled the issue in his heart until he began to dream.
It was so rare that he dreamed, and when he did, he couldn't remember them later on. But suddenly, they were vivid, and full of color and light, like nothing he'd ever seen before.
He was dreaming of Shawn. Shawn, sitting next to him, eating ice cream with him, on a bench in a sunny park in the freezing cold. And they were both laughing.
Shawn combed through his wet, golden locks with a sigh as he looked in the mirror. He had known that he would miss Hunter while he was out injured. What he hadn't expected was to start falling for someone else during that time. Especially not someone like the Undertaker.
'You're just lonely,' HBK told himself, tying his hair back and slipping into his nightclothes. 'Nothing more. You don't love the Undertaker. He's…not you're type. I mean, sure he's sweet and all… and pretty hot…and he has eyes to die for…'
Shawn shook himself. 'Stop fantasizing!' he scolded himself. 'You have a lover, whom you're visiting at the hospital tomorrow, so stop thinking about other men!'
As he climbed into bed, however, Shawn realized that he wasn't just thinking about "some other man." He was thinking about the most unique and amazing person he had ever met in his entire life.
'How did I not notice him before?' he thought as he drifted off to sleep. 'He was here the whole time…I guess I was too caught up in myself…and then Hunter was there… I didn't even notice Mark… He's like that, isn't he? You'll never see him unless he wants you to…
'I wonder what he's doing now?'
Sorry if this got a little cheesy at parts. XP I know little of love. R&R?