Holy crap. ._. I didn't realize how many people actually liked this. I wasn't going to continue it because well, honestly I was just venting my feelings. Bad realtionships, blah blah blah. All of it has happened to me. -_- So because so many people wanted me to continue, I shall! If there is any mistakes, please don't yell at me for it. x_x I don't have any beta readers. So I can miss stuff when I edit. Thanks for everyone who reviewed! :D You have no idea how much it means to me. :D
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At first came the pain. It sparked itself into Jacks body, corrupting every fiber of his being. He tried to open his shaking eyes, but all he saw were blurred figures, and the blazing sting clamped his eyes shut once again. His whole body felt itself drenched in sweat. Must be running a fever...Jack thought. His lips, so pungent and dry, his crisp throat was crying out for thirst, anything to settle to the screeching yells in his throat. His body took over for him, letting out a soft moan; Jack fell into the primal needs he was being neglected at the moment. A few moments later and Jack's ears perked to the sound of footsteps hammering across a wooden floor.
"Easy, not so fast." The stranger said. Who was that? Jack pondered. He could for sure remember that voice from somewhere. Without thinking, Jack stifled another moan, and licked his crisped lips. Before he could comprehend what happened, the strange voice had gotten up, left, and returned. A soft metallic surface was pressed to his chapped lips. Remaining in his primal instincts, Jack eagerly swallowed all the contents in the glass.
Once satisfied, Jack began to come into his own self again. His awareness rising, he began to figure out where he was exactly. The plush feel of fabric brushed against his feeble hands, caressing it and leaving a soft kiss in its wake. The same was felt from behind his head, except it was fuller, and plump. I must be on a bed...Jack thought. But why, how...
He began racing through his thoughts, searching for the answer to his ailment. The events which last transpired coursed through his mind and he remembered everything up till his passing out. The last frame in his fragile mind was that of a man, and his name being called. But who?
Timidly, but bravely, he opened his eyes. It was hazy, and flared at first, but it drew itself down, and he finally could see at last. The thing he saw though was what he had expected the least. Aster, now sitting right next to Jack's thigh; his eyes piercing Jacks soul, as if looking if that was damaged as well. "And just what the hell do you want?" Jack spat in the strongest voice he could muster.
"That's what I get? I save your bloody ass and THAT'S the greeting I get?" Aster said, not once taking his eyes off Jack.
Jack spat back. "What do you expect, after how you've treated me, I think you deserve it. Hell, if it was up to me, you'd be dead right now."
"Not on your 'nelly."
Jack had to hold himself from fighting back. As much as he wanted to he couldn't, not in his current condition. What the hell happened anyway?
"'Oi, you hungry?" The bulky male said while getting up. Jack sufficed a grunt and worked rolling over to face the wall. "Okay...I'll take that as a yes. Be right back." Aster said while taking off in the other room. The floodgates broke and thoughts gushed in to Jacks head. He knew this bed felt familiar, the sounds, the smells, he was in Asters house. The once saddened teen was now burning with rage, his heart spewing embers as it rapped itself around the emotion of anger.
Logic nestled its way into Jacks mind and a sigh leaked through. He had no other choice, he could barely move. I must have spent too much time outside...he thought. The final conclusion made; he would leave at the first chance he could. The moment he was feeling better, he would leave, and never look back.
The night spent with Aster was a very odd one; mostly filled with annoyance. Jack would swat any attempts of kindness Aster offered and roll his eyes like a spoiled brat. Aster's anger would boil through and erupt leaving Jack to fight back even more. Why should he be nice to the man who's now broken his heart multiple times? Now feeling better, Jack was propped up on the bed; lightly sipping some delicate melting hot chocolate. Looking around the room Jack finally had the chance to take in where he was. Asters room looked the same as always, the queen sized bed he laid perched upon had earthy green sheets plastered over them. The plush warmth of the bed beckoning anyone who happened to lay their sights upon it near, the carpet had a nice grey tone to it as it buried itself underneath objects. There was a TV in front of the bed, just large enough for you to enjoy. The curtains which hung off the vintage window barricaded the light from entering; causing a warm hue to wrap around the room. Asters bathroom was off to the right and his closet right next to it.
Faintly, Jack could hear Aster doing something down the hall, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to leave this place as soon as he could. Since Aster had found Jack, his health has improved immensely. The hours spent in the cold with nothing more than a hoodie left Jack with mild hypothermia. He would be alright as long as he rested. But, this is jack we're talking about. Slowly, Jack inched his way from the comforting embrace of the sheets, and out into the god forsaken room. His knees broke into tears as they took on the entire weight of Jacks' body, but he pushed through. Taking one step at a time, he shockingly made his way over to the door. Barley treading through it, Jack made his way down the hall, his slight grip on the wall never leaving.
Stepping into the living room Jack was pelted with a strong smell beckoning him from the kitchen. It was sweet, crisp, but plush. His stomach rumbled at the smell and the pain of hunger struck his weak body. How long had it been since he last ate? Warping his rational thought, the smells carried his body to their location. Stepping into the small tiled room, Jack saw Aster standing over the stove, lightly turning something. His stomach barked again once it realized it was near food; it caught Asters attention. Cocking his head slightly to the right, Aster found Jack weakly leaning against the wall.
"Oi, 'bout time you woke up. You hungry?" Aster asked while turning back to his creation. Another loud rumble echoed through the room and Aster let out a small chuckle. "Sit down over there. It'l be ready in a minute." Jack just simply grunted and sat to where Aster pointed.
Moments later and Jack had a bowl full of strange creatures in front of him. It gave off a dark brown hue, but the orange carrots lifted its tone, and offered the soup its warm color. Mentally, Jack surfaced a smirk. It was Asters favorite meal, his infamous Carrot Soup.
Without another word spoken, Jack dug in, eagerly gulping down the succulent liquid. After a few minutes of shared silence Aster spoke. "Why do you hate me?..." his gaze never once leaving the wall. His head was lowered and his voice, weak and childlike, almost like he wasn't Aster at all. Jack nearly spat out his food at the sound of Aster hitting his ears. In all his time knowing the man, he's never once heard him sound like that.
The initial shock over, Jack took in Asters question. "I don't hate you…not completely anyway..." Jack mumbled.
"Then why are you so mean to me?..." Aster questioned.
"You should know that Aster...how could you leave someone you loved for a year?...A YEAR Aster..." The other male was about to respond but Jack cut him off.
"Sometimes...I think you never loved me...not once..." Jacks breathing hitched and his eyes glazed over in sadness. His eyes met the ground as he raged a war to not cry. If only he looked up could he see the stunned look on Asters face? Before he knew it, strong but gentle hands took his face, and turned his gaze upward. Asters green eyes sparkled with determination, with sadness colliding in a fusion of a warped storm. Frigid blue met warm green, and for a moment, just a small moment, Jack felt the love he had missed for so long.
