Co-Written with Girl-who-draws on DA. Forgive us for this sexy atrocity. OOC and Shota lie ahead. We do not own JtHM or Squee, neither of us are JV.
Nny nodded, standing up, and in turn, picking Squee up as well, carrying him with one arm with one arm for support, over his shoulder, and opened the door, walking through the grass to Squee's home. He glared at Squee's front door for a few moments, having forgotten to take the keys, since it had an auto lock mechanism. From his guesses, another attempt by his parents to lose Squee and or make him miserable, in case he forgot his own copy of the key. He set Squee on the ground, and gave a slight grimace.
"I'm gonna go open the door from the inside...", he said monotonously; Normally, he'd have no qualms of breaking the windows of this house, but it wasn't Squee's parent's house anymore, it was just Squee's. The fact that he'd have to go through so much trouble still irked him, but only slightly in comparison.
Todd nodded a bit, remaining quietly on the step. He sniffed a bit, feeling his nose running now from his almost tear fest. He didn't move much, simply standing there staring at the welcome mat. As some kind of joke, it actually said "Go Away" on it. He'd always hated the mat. With out a sound, the child waited patiently.
Nny easily went up and through Squee's room, down the stairs, and to the front stoop, not making the boy wait long at all. After opening the door and seeing Squee, and the ugly doormat, he offered his hand to Squee.
"C'mon, then..."
Todd took the man's hand without hesitation, shuffling inside. He felt the presence of his parents still lingering, causing him to flinch when he first entered. After a moment he simply frowned lightly, staring at the couch. He seemed to be thinking deep about something, when really his mind was completely blank. He couldn't even muster enough enthusiasm to think about the other's hand in his own.
Nny couldn't help but sigh; The boy was still in shock, and he had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't be much better until he at least slept on it. He took the liberty of picking the boy up again, bridal style, this time, and carrying him up the stairs and into his room, setting him carefully on his bed and sitting on the edge, himself, keeping an eye on him.
Todd didn't say much, sitting comfortably in his bed. He stared up at the ceiling a while before reaching out and snatching the edge of Johnny's shirt. "Come," he mumbled, looking pleadingly up at the man. He wanted to be able to hug Johnny; know something was there for him. If his mind were a little less blank, he probably would've laughed at the "come" since that very day he'd though about Nny as being some kind of dog.
Nny let himself be pulled back, and he hugged the boy, desperately. Normally, he wouldn't have said anything, but it almost physically hurt to see Squee like this...
"What am I, a dog?:, he asked jokingly, nuzzling the boy a little.
Todd tried to laugh, but all that came out was a breath of air. He buried his face against the man's chest, letting his eyes slip closed. His hands clenched Nny's shirt between his fingers, snuggling as close as he could to him. He sniffed lightly, letting his mind remain blank.
Nny smiled, and absentmindedly petted the boy's head. He hadn't been expecting to be so upset at Squee's reaction... But he was sure that someday, Squee would understand. Then maybe, if he hadn't forgotten, he could tell him. For now, it seemed to have gone mostly to plan...
Todd sighed, relaxing a bit more at the petting. His mind eventually fell into a different kind of black, his body slipping into sleep. "Thanks for staying," he mumbled, snuggling a little closer as he fell into a deep sleep.
Nny snuggled the sleeping boy. It seemed odd to him, almost, that this situation could have ever been possible... But there was something special about Squee, something different. Even before he was supposed to have removed all emotion from himself, the boy had been an exception. He felt emotion, but no real desire to kill... And, he had learned something brand new, that it was even possible to feel sadness when his Squee cried...
Not one to bother with details, he snuggled close to his Squee and fell asleep.
The next morning, when Todd's alarm when off for school, the boy had no intention of getting up. He grumbling something, wiggling his way away from Johnny just enough to lean over the man and slam the top of the alarm down to quiet it's noise. "Do not want!" he yelled, throwing it across the room at the wall. Once it'd landed, cracking off into a few pieces, he blinked before flopping back down to the bed. He sighed, snuggling up to Nny once more.
All the events of last night were still a blur, almost a dream, but the pain was still heavy in Todd's chest. He didn't know what it was at the moment, but all he knew was that he did not plan on going anywhere. He couldn't even think about how Pepito would wind up coming over at lunch to get him. All he could think about was the man he snuggled up to next to him.
Nny, having woken up when Squee had moved to throw the alarm clock, groaned and snuggled closer to the boy next to him, mumbling random obscenities, though it sounded too jumbled to make out.
"Stay with meeee...", he finally whined, clinging to the boy, not wanting him to leave, at all. He really -did- need to sleep more, anyway.
Todd sighed, seeming to realize just who the man was next to him when he talked. His mind took a moment to think over the question, his eyes remaining shut for a while. The memories of last night floated back slowly, playing in order so it was like watching TV. When the last one had fallen into place, Todd felt his grip on Johnny tighten.
"Promise," he mumbled, cuddling even closer to the man. He didn't even feel the faintest of tears that hung at the corner of his eyes.
Nny smiled, content, and snuggled the boy, doing his best to regain consciousness, as to more thoroughly enjoy this... comfort? He wasn't entirely sure why he was feeling so uplifted, it was something he wasn't at home with, but couldn't help but feel it. He opened one eye, to peek at Squee, and seeing the tear glint, kissed it away.
Time passed, minutes to hours, and no noise was heard in the home. Squee stayed cuddled up to his killer, not really making any motion to get up or do much at all. Though, eventually, he could hear his stomach growl in protest at him. He let out a whine, burying his face even more against Johnny. "No," he mumbled, talking to his hungry belly.
Nny, having woken up fully over this course of time, was itching for a chance to move, and while having no real desire to do so, found this as good a chance as any.
"Hungry?", he asked, quietly, sitting up and petting the boy's hair.
Todd frowned a bit, sighing as though he were ashamed of his hunger. "Yeah... a little I guess..." He looked up to the other, a rather mixed expression on his face. "You wouldn't mind making me a sandwich or something... would you? I... I don't really feel like getting up..." Normally he'd never ask something like that from somebody else, but he trusted Nny enough to believe he'd actually do it without getting mad.
Nny nodded, standing up and leaning over the bed to give the boy a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be back soon.", he said, before heading slowly out of the room and down the stair. He briefly rubbed his arms for friction; he hadn't noticed, since he had been cuddled up to Squee, but it was actually pretty cold... He absentmindedly wondered where the thermostat was, in this house, and he pulled the necessary ingredients out of the fridge for a sammich, fit for a Squee.
Pepito stared down at the go away mat, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Todd hadn't shown up for school... Of course, Pepito wouldn't be as worried about it if what the boy had said yesterday hadn't been so odd. The teen couldn't help but think the little Squee had some rapist living in his home. And him not showing up just fed Pepito's growing fear.
With a sigh, the male turned his gaze to the door as he turned the handle. Keys? Who needed keys when you were the son of Satan? He would've laughed if even been asked where his house key was. When the boy stepped into the home, his eyes were first on the couch. Not seeing the other male there, he started to let his gaze wonder for a moment.
"Squee?" he called, almost yelling in case he was upstairs. "You home amigo?"
Nny, hearing the intruder and knowing who it was, almost immediately, felt his eyes narrow. Shit. He paused for a second, but hurriedly finished Squee's sandwich, sticking it in the fridge for later. He wasn't going to hide, but knew that if he was discovered, it would be a while before he could deliver it properly.
Pepito carefully stepped farther into the house, quietly shutting the door behind him. He looked around, the air of the house giving him the chills. He cupped a hand over his mouth, calling out once more. "Todd? Hey, you home?" This time he called louder, heading for the kitchen.
Todd twitched under the covers, sniffing lightly. Had Nny called him? He couldn't sworn he'd heard his name... Oh well. If Johnny had called him, he could just come up if he wanted something. The teen rolled over, sighing lightly.
Nny stood in the kitchen, giving Pepito a horribly dirty look on arrival.
"Quiet or you'll wake Squee up.", he said, talking in a normal toned voice, holding back the snarl he wanted to give oh-so-desperately to the boy that held him at a standstill.
Pepito froze, giving the oddest of stares to the man in front of him. He waited a long moment, his hand still lightly raised as though he were going to yell again. He could've sworn he knew this man... It was then the teen realized just where the random stranger was. "Who the fuck are you?" he yelled, glaring right back at the other.
The dirty look turned into a horrible glare.
"You could call me a friend of your father's...", he said, making sure that he maintained perfect eye contact, not even blinking, in mild hopes of intimidation. "...and give up any hopes of killing me. I can't be."
Pepito was thrown into a pool of questions, wondering how the Hell this man was connected to his father. "Why are you in Todd's house? Does he even know? How do you know my father?" He didn't let his glare falter, still not looking away as he called for Todd again, this time even louder.
Todd let out a puff of air, sticking his head out from under the covers. He blinked slowly, his mess of bed hair hanging in his eyes. That wasn't not Johnny's voice he'd heard. Debating on what to do, the teen stared at the door for some time.
"Of course he knows! I'm here because his parents left him.", he snarled, taking half a step closer. "I know your father because I've been through Heaven, Hell and back, and would you STOP. DOING. THAT! You'll wake him up!"
Pepito glared harder, not moving when the other stepped forward. "Fuck you! You don't know anything. If Todd's parents left he would've told me..." The teen frowned a bit, wondering if that really was true. "He shouldn't be asleep.. He should be at school unless he's sick. And either way, you shouldn't be here!"
Todd blinked. Having heard more yelling, he'd traveled down the steps to see what was up. He took a moment to let himself realize what was going on. "Johnny?" he called, stepping up to stand behind Pepito. "Pepito?" He blinked, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he mumbled, seeming to forget he had a life outside the house.
Nny had things to say in response to the devil, but immediately forgot them the moment Squee appeared, his look softening into something like worry.
"Sorry Squee, I was making you a sammich when... HE walked in.". he said, glancing over at the other boy and giving him a slight glare, "And he was confused. Go back to bed..."
Pepito whirled around, staring wide eyed at Todd for a moment. "Oh! Amigo, there you are!" He lightly placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, throwing a quick glare over his own at Johnny. "Who is this guy? And why the Hell is he in your house?" he whispered, staring desperately at Todd.
Todd blinked, seeming utterly confused by all this. He yanwed, trying to think up good enough answers for the questions asked of him. "That's Mr. Nny... Johnny... He's nice... And he's here 'cause I want him to be." He lightly brushed Pepito's hands off, shuffling past the teen and over towards Johnny. "Thank you for making me a sandwich," he mumbled, sending a quick smile up to the man. "May I have it?"
Nny grinned viciously at the other boy, before smiling down at Squee, and getting the aforementioned sammich out of it's place in the fridge, and handing it to the boy.
"Told you so.", he said, directing the snide after comment at the other boy in the room.
Pepito blinked, staring disbelievingly at the two. "Wait... Now waist just one second!" He glared, holding a finger up to give motion to his words. "It's obvious you've drugged Todd, and whatever it is... It's in the sandwich!" He skittered across the floor, whacking the plate with the food out of Todd's hands and to the ground. He then yanked Todd away from Johnny, hugging the boy to him as he glared at the man. "I'll ask again: Who the Hell are you?!"
Todd let out a yelp of protest, flinching at the sound of the glass breaking on the floor. He stared down at it, almost as if it were the end of the world. Eventually he sniffed, feeling tears come to his eyes. "That was mean," he mumbled under his breath, not even paying attention to the fact Pepito had him in a death hug now.
Nny snarled at the boy, holding Squee. HIS Squee. Senor Diablo's son or not, that was taking it way too far, in his perspective.
"My NAME is Johnny C. My friends call me Nny. And YOU... need to let go of MY Squee, before I do something that even I may regret."
Pepito felt his eyes widen a moment, the name suddenly crashing together with memories. "You," he growled, glaring harder. "You're that fucking wall feeder! My father told me about you! I knew I should've convinced Todd's father to move! You're the reason for his nightmares; his paranoia; his everything! It's your fault he's too afraid to barely sleep at all most the time! And where do you come off calling him yours? He isn't fucking yours! The only thing you'll do is pull him down to Hell with you."
Todd tore himself away from Pepito, having heard enough. "Shut up!" he yelled, turning his tear filled glare towards the other teen. "He's not the same! You just... you just... Just... Shut up!" He stumbled backwards, back towards Nny. "Just... stop..." He sniffed, staring off at the floor for a moment. "Just... Leave... Get out!" He glared at the boy once more, stomping a bare foot into the ground. He didn't even noticed that the action caused him to receive a nasty cut from the glass littering the floor. "Get out of my house!" He jabbed a finger at the door.
Everything the other boy had said cut him deep, leaving even a physical stinging sensation, which was soon covered by absolute numbness.
"I... am the same. Too much of the same..." He gave Squee a kiss on the top of his head, before walking towards the exit. He stopped in front of Pepito, giving him a death glare. "I don't care about myself, or your father. If you hurt him, I'm coming after you.", he said, before continuing to walk towards the door.
Todd let out a chocked sob, feeling himself breaking down again. He plopped onto the floor, sitting with his legs outstretched in front of him. His feet were bleeding a bit now, but the boy didn't seem to even notice. He sniffed, wiping desperately at his face to try and get rid of the tears now. He didn't even seem to realize that Johnny was actually leaving.
Pepito gave the boy a confused, concerned look, not even thinking about Johnny's words... He could mull over them later.
"Amigo, he's... He's bad news. And you know it, too...", he said, kneeling down in front of his friend.
Todd sniffed again, sending a weak glare at the other. "Why aren't you gone?" he mumbled, but didn't sound much like he meant it. He let out a long sigh, staring blankly at the floor as tears fell. "It's true what he said," he mumbled after some time. "My parents left... And now Johnny's taking care of me..." He squirmed a little, looking back up to Pepito. "Sorry I didn't go to school... I really didn't want to..."
Pepito gave the boy a slightly guilty look, and stood up, offering him a hand up. "I can't say it's a -bad- thing that they did, but... Couldn't you have found a better babysitter?", he joked lightly. "And I just... worry about you. I can't help it..."
Todd hesitated, but took the helping hand. He nodded just a bit. "I know... But Johnny's a god babysitter... I think he likes me... He even said so himself. He told me that he likes me a lot, and stuff..." He stood, flinching when his bloodied feet touched the ground. He lifted one off the floor, gazing down at it with a sniff. "Oh... guess I stepped on some glass... You owe me a new plate... and sandwich."
Pepito looked down at the boy's bloody feet guiltily.
"Y'know... I could clean those cuts for you. And I'll make you a new, non-poisoned sandwich.", he said, motioning for the boy to sit down in one of the kitchen seats so he could get a look at how much glass had gotten stuck.
Todd sighed, plopping down onto the seat without a fight. He looked down at his lap, sniffing lightly with what looked like a pout over his lips. "It wasn't poisoned," he mumbled, nibbling at his lip. "Johnny's good to me... He cares about me... He wouldn't hurt me." He nodded a bit, agreeing with his own words.
If Todd would've been anybody normal, he wouldn't have trusted Nny. Not one bit. Anyone who was normal wouldn't trust somebody who used, and probably still does, kill people every day just about. Though, Squee wasn't normal. He'd grown up in a not-so-normal family, and he himself had just happened to turn out no-so-normal too. Go figure. Still, being the person he was, Todd found it very easy to trust Nny with all his heart; something he'd probably never done before with anybody in the whole world... Aside from Shmee, that was.
Pepito had a troubled look on his face as he examined Squee's bare feet; Not that the cuts were very bad, But... It sounded like his friend trusted that murderer, maybe even more than myself. He stood up, walking over to the sink and wetting a towel to clean the foot with.
"It's not right...", he mumbled. "It's not right at all. You shouldn't trust someone that easily, someone who could hurt you just as easily."
Todd felt his heart wrench inside, a mask of pain covering his face. "He... He won't hurt me!" The boy turned in the chair, facing away from Pepito now so the other couldn't work on his foot. "You just... you don't care! You just want him gone because he's something nice! Something good! You just... you want me to have a horrible life, just like everybody else!" He sniffed, rubbing at his tear filled eyes. He could feel sobs in the back of his throat, but he didn't let them out. "Why do you all hate me so much?"
Pepito felt his heart shattering as the boy defended the man.
"Y...you just don't understand...", he said, shaking, dropping the washcloth and not even noticing it. "You're... You're different. You always have been... I don't hate you for it, but... Why won't you... Why won't you just... I want your life to be the best, ever. and I wanna make sure that I'm the one...", at the time, the boy had broken down into tears, but was holding his position. Todd had always been one of the few things that hadn't just -been- his... And it had been his mission to make sure that he eventually would be. Why did that... MANIAC have to come and ruin EVERYTHING?
Todd turned, glaring through his tears at Pepito again. "If what you say it true then why are you ruining things?!" he yelled, feeling his hands trembling in his lap. "I like him! I want him here! He makes me happy; I feel useful! I don't want him to leave! If you really wanted me to be happy then you'd let him stay! Instead you're trying to push him away from me! Why? Why are you trying to take away the first thing that's made me truly happy? I thought you were my friend!"
"But I wanna be the one to make you happy! Not some old man!", he yelled, in a choked voice. "I care about you! I've been your friend since forever, and I've never left you! Why do you trust him more?! I can make you so much more, Todd, but you refuse to trust me at all!" He broke down after this, falling dangerously close the the broken plate, almost getting himself cut, not that he would care if he had.
Todd felt guilt seep through him, falling to the floor beside his friend and wrapping his arms around him in a hug. "Pepito... I know you want to make me happy... But he does too. There's no reason for you to try and force him to stop that. You don't have to be the only one who makes me happy... I never said I trusted him more... But... I can't help it Pepito! You're the son of Satan... And even if I don't want to admit it... You scare me sometimes... I mean, it's not like he doesn't scare me too, but at least he's human..." The teen bit his lip, realizing how unfair that was. "But you not being human isn't a bad thing! It just means you have to work a little harder... Well... I mean..." He let out an exasperated sigh, finding no right way to put this. "I... I do trust you Pepito... And I like you, a lot. You're my best friend... You're one of my only friends... I guess... Johnny was here when my parents left, so I went to him for comfort... And you trying to kick him out was making you look like the bad guy... I'm sorry. I didn't treat you fairly." He rubbed his hand on the other's back lightly, hoping he could forgive him.
Pepito, being an eternal optimist when it came to his friend, perked up almost immediately. Skipping over the not-so-good parts, it almost sounded like...
"I still have a chance?", he asked, carefully bringing his arms up to return the hug.
Todd blinked, a bit confused by the words. He rolled them over in his head, deciding his friend simply wanted to be important to him. With a hum, he gave the lightest of nods. "I suppose..." He nodded a bit more, hugging Pepito a little tighter. "Yeah... A chance." He frowned, still confused by the words.
Pepito smiled, then took a nervous breath, before taking advantage of the situation, giving Todd a small kiss on his lips. "I love you, Todd.", he said, quietly. "That's the chance I'm gonna take..."
Todd could feel his face heat up, blinked once more at the other male. He felt... odd... It felt like when Johnny had first kissed him... But Pepito had kissed him differently... He could breathe, for one. Still... Todd couldn't help but think of Johnny at the moment. He felt his hands fall a bit, sliding down to rest on Pepito's arms. The actual words that had been spoken caught up to him, his heart speeding up.
"Love?" he whispered, feeling his hands shake. "What... What does that mean?"
Pepito gave a pitying look at his friend, before trying to explain.
"Love is when someone leaves you breathless... Love is when you can't stand not being around that person. Love is a kind of understanding, almost... In English class, they call it an emotion of affection, but that doesn't really sum it up. Love is a lot of different things, y'know?", he said, standing up, being wary of the broken glass on the floor.
Todd blinked, nodding a bit. "Oh... so you love me?" He smiled brightly, pushing himself up enough to sit on the chair once more. "That's great! It's... It's really nice to be so important to somebody..." He let his eyes fall to his lap, the smiling remaining. "Feels nice... It feels like it did when Johnny told me he liked me."