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Cronus was absolutely fuming as he stormed out just ahead of Kurloz, shaking now from the rage and the whole school could feel it, clearing pathways and not even bothing to speak a word while he passed. Not even his harem dared speak. They all knew what would happen if even one person stepped towards him and today was not the day for bloodshed.
Not yet.
He would leave the school for now and find a usual coffee shop to bide his time at before practice tomorrow and work on his music. Back in the office, Dirk watched both boys leave before exhaling and shaking his head. "Shit, this really is sharknado versus clown kid. You sure these two will even get through practice let alone the actual play without killing each other, kitten? There are a few kissing scenes in this not to mention the intimate ones. I mean this isn't high school anymore, my material is adult rated, you know this as much as anyone else." He hands her each of the folders regardless, individual parts for all of the dozens of plays Disciple had requested.
And if you dont think Dirk had hauled ass to free write all these plays in the course of only two weeks while still making it golden material, then shove a smuppet up your ass and get the fuck out because you're damn right he did.
He was just that good.
Disciple sighed, sitting on her desk. "Weeelll, that's a furry good question. I don't know. What I saw in auditions sparked a new feeling in my shipper's heart. You know how I am. And even if Ampurra treats Purrloz like crap, I just KNOW they have some crazy hate tension between them. I couldn't not place them in the highest roles!" she giggled.
Meanwhile, Kurloz had never left the school. He was just going to come back later, why bother? He hung around in the workshop, helping some of his crew mates build the set for the play. Everyone knew what part he'd gotten, so nobody asked him about it. His cloud of rage had settled around his mood, keeping him silent long enough for him to calm down by the time practice was starting.
Disciple gathered them on stage, ordering them into a circle. Kurloz made sure to sit as far from Cronus as possible again, which ended up with them on opposite sides. They were going to read aloud from their scripts, but Kurloz wasn't paying to anyone else. His part didn't come until later, when the gangs got into a fight and he beat up one of Sharknado's to protect his own.
There was something different about Cronus when he finally came back to school; the man was actually wearing a long sleeved shirt which was a bit off putting, but he was wearing a leather jacket over that just to really play the part as the greaser gang leader like Dirk had wanted. He had even gone so far as to redo his hair and really grease it up this time, just to exaggerate the point.
There weren't a lot of lines he had for a while, the main roles with the two leading characters taking precident first to set the storyline itself which, when the whole thing was gone over by Dirk, did not sound too enticing. The blonde walked up and stood in front of the stage, script in hand that he had highlighted and written all over for each part that he was looking between and making small comments on.
"Alright kiddies here's the thing. It's going to be a love story between two hateful groups that absolutely can't stand each other. And by that I mean the Sharknado kid who's played by Cronus as the gang leader, and the Land Mime who doesn't ever really speak a whole lot of lines until halfway through. We're going for the whole mime effect here." the man starts off before shaking his head and waving his hand.
"Moot point, anyway we're starting it off with their first interaction, the fight over both sides of the city because one member of each group was found fighting and let's be honest, sharknado was kicking his ass. Not gonna lie. But Cronus, Kurloz, when you two come in it's gotta get the point across here: Love at first sight. As Land Mime you see this greaser trash asshole and that heart is about to pound out of your chest. Like head over heels in love with him the second you see him. But of course as the fearless gangleader of west side, you can't show that so you initiate the fight." It was simple enough to Dirk in his head, and it made sense on paper, but the hardest part would be these two actually working together to make the parts.
'Are you shitting me right now?' was the question that echoed in Kurloz's mind the entire time Dirk was talking. His mouth fell open in disbelief and horror throughout the entire introduction, staring at the playwright as if he were insane. No way in hell could he pull off acting as though he was head over heels with this asshole. Kurloz glanced at Rufioh, who was barely keeping from laughing. Kurloz sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
Cronus gave a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose before getting up and reading over his lines to begin the scene. "Jess, what the fuck are ya doin man? What did I tell ya about dishin shit with the west side gang? I don't need no fuckin Land Mime clown coming around to run his mouth in my territory. Not that he has one." the man began, adding that last line himself as he flashed a shit eating grin at Kurloz from across the stage.
This was going to be a very long rehearsal.
Fifteen minutes later, it got worse. It seemed like Cronus was bound and determined to find loopholes in his role, provoking the taller male, who shuddered in disgust.
Okay, he told himself, stalling by looking at his nonexistent lines - or rather, actions. He was supposed to blush or something - oh Lord - and sneer back. Kurloz couldn't manage a blush, the very thought repelled him, but he did manage a sneer.
Okay, so it kinda came off as a snarl, but Kurloz didn't hear Strider object, so he guessed it was fine.
"I should watch yours if I were you. Runnin' your mouth might get you in some deep trouble, shark bait!" He retorted, throwing his hips to the side and flipping his hair in a very Maybelline commercial sort of way that caused the whole cast to crack up.
Cronus acted taken aback as the script said, baring his sharp teeth and growling in annoyance. "You're the one that started this bullshit by lettin that child you call a member loose on the streets after dark. Kiddies should be in bed while their mothers make my fucking dinner." he hissed, getting a very loud "OOOH SHIT HE DIDN'T" from the crowd while Dirk coughed loudly trying not to laugh. That had been horribly sexist but sadly kept with the part of this time period. So he wasnt going to say anything.
And of course Cronus had implied that Kurloz was the mother, with a figure as skeletal and femanine as that there was no mistaking who he had been talking about.
"But I guess a clown can only be an embarrassment to himself, that stupidity ya carry is your namesake after all." he adds, turning his back to the other gang leader before walking over to the two fighting boys and pulling them apart to throw his supposed enemy to the other side rather roughly. "Beat it squirt or I'll rip you a new one," he snarled, jerking Jess to his feet and shoving the boy to the other side with the rest of their group.
"We're goin back to the hangout an I'm layin down some fuckin rules," Cronus called, not even paying one bit of attention to the script now, or Kurloz for that matter, though he did follow one line of it and peer back at the boy with a light blush on his cheeks, which wasn't hard to do when he harnessed the heat of his anger into his face. It actually came off as Cronus being rather tsundere towards the other leader which caused Dirk to grab his chest and mumble, "My fuckin heart." before he fell back into the chair.
Now if things went according to plan, Kurloz would cut in and start the fight that one or both parties were supposed to carry into romantic tension trying to be hidden by hate as enemies.
Kurloz's jaw dropped, his eyes blown wide with rage. A quick glance to the script proved that some of those lines existed, but that didn't stop him from throwing himself across the stage.
It was as if the stars had aligned and Dirk himself predicted the hatred between the two males that would send Kurloz on a rampage. The sexism, he could handle. The insulting of his "gang" was no skin off his back. The complete and utter disregard for manners, no sweat. But his continued onslaught of stereotypical insults, no matter how much they may have fit his character, was the straw that broke the camel's back. Kurloz represented those comments in almost every way possible, and he'd had enough.
"Now listen here you little shit," he growled, pushing Cronus from behind. "There's a fine line between stupidity and insanity," He wasn't even following the script anymore. Disciple could have cared less about that, but pleased though she was, she kept careful watch to make sure they didn't actually kill each other.
Kurloz managed to contain his rage enough to make him seem calm and controlled, which was even more frightening than blind rage. "And the only difference between the two," he continued, "is that he who acts with stupidity dies with confidence, while he who acts with insanity lives without thought."
Kurloz stepped into Cronus' personal space, smirking at the powerful feeling of being taller. Disciple had to be having a field day with this one. And boy was she; Miss D was practically losing her mind. "And you're dreadfully close to dying, you cocky motherfucker."
Cronus was nowhere near fazed by the proximity of the terrifyingly tall male, glaring up at him and baring those sharp teeth as he growled and crossed his arms.
"And he who has yet to learn when to shut his mouth gets an ass kicking. Peasantry like you doesn't have the right to speak up." He snarls, enunciating the peasantry part and leaning in closer and getting on his toes just to really get into Kurloz's face as a way to prove he wasn't afraid of the man one bit.
And that was what finally broke all rules here. Cronus had had enough and the script did state that this was where the fight started to hide that at least one party was harboring feelings they needed desperately to hide. And though his words spoke true from the mouth of the Ampora, he had added the extra bite to his bark to really get under the other man's skin like he knew he would.
With Kurloz it wasn't hard, but the first swing was anything but unexpected as cronus dodged with a shit eating grin, retaliating with a punch of his own that connected and backed up to take a fighting stance. Thank you to his father for once for making him take self defense classes.
"How dare you?" Kurloz hissed lowly. He dodged most of the others attacks with a surprising amount of agility for someone his size. "How dare you?!" he hissed louder.
Not being one to run away from a fight, he too tried to throw in a few punches, but they were easily blocked. Physical confrontation wasn't his strong suit, he was more of an intimidate and eliminate sort of guy. It was harder with this male, so he continued to dodge until he had found an opening to cease the other's actions.
"I always thought clowns were anythin but funny. More pitiful an' embarrassin than anythin ya know? Such low creatures," he adds while avoiding another hit and trying to get a swing in. Dirk was losing himself at this point, too caught up in the beauty of this fight to really care about the fact they might actually kill each other. If they didn't kiss first.
"There is a certain amount of skill that allows for the perfect act," Kurloz panted, his voice controlled once more. "Especially for mimes..." He caught one of Cronus' wrists. "We thrive on confusion, and fear of the unknown. It's not about making people laugh. It's about instilling a fear in their hearts. You know why mimes always trap themselves in invisible boxes?" He whispered ominously, jerking Cronus close again.
The boy frowned and let himself be jerked forward, twisting his body so that he was now pressed against Kurloz so that their bodies could meld together perfectly while he was held in place by the tight grip of the taller man, a cold glare trained on him that didn't waver even for a second.
"Why does it matter to me so long as the ragdoll stays out of my way?" he hisses using his free hand to grab at Kurloz's own free limb as well before twisting it so that neither body could seperate until both let go, it was almost like a dance, one of seduction or hate if you choose.
But right as Dirk was about to call for the final scene before the cut, Cronus did something nobody, not even Disciple or Dirk was expecting. As he tightened his grip on the taller mans wrist, that smirk on his thick lips finally eased into a more calm flat line as he gazed up into those dark purple eyes, letting the silence and tension fill the air as the other students watched in anticipation of the final blows in the fight.
Kurloz gasped in surprise when the other did the same to him, flushing upon feeling the warm body that was flush to his. It was a quiet gasp compared to everyone else's when what happened next happened.
Cronus took a breath and jerked Kurloz down to him while getting on the tippest top of his toes to bring their lips together in a rather surprisingly gentle kiss. It was sensual, soft and anything but demanding as the boy always came off to be. He let the Makara control it as much as he himself had instigated it.
Kurloz's heart skipped as he was pulled down suddenly, and hammered in his thin chest so hard he was sure the other male could feel it. And the kiss... Oh the kiss was something else. He hated Cronus so much that he expected the other to tear at his mouth but instead it was gentle. Kurloz himself was too surprised to respond in the way he wanted, his lips molding into the other's instinctively. His eyes remained open wide with the shock, but he was sure his pupils were dilated.
And then it was over, and his mind was scrambling to keep up. Cronus broke the kiss, let Kurloz go and backed away, cheeks flushed with a light pink tinge.
"Now don't let me find you on my side a town again," Cronus said in a hushed tone before turning his back and walking off stage. Kurloz was panting, not sure that if that was left over from the fight or from the kiss and itself, staring at Cronus as he said his lines and left.
"And scene," Dirk cut in softly, clapping his hands for the stage help to tear down the props for the next part. "I think we'll take a break and pick this up again tomorrow morning. Read your parts and get those memorized as soon as possible people!"
Kurloz wasn't sure how to respond as the world moved on around him. Rufioh chattered around him with a few others, but he wasn't paying attention. His mind was back in that kiss, confused.
"What just happened?" He asked to no one in particular. Rufioh hurried to explain but he wasn't listening. A sort of hunger filled his sense, and it scared him. He shouldn't be desiring over Cronus; that was wrong on so many different levels. And yet...
As he went to pick up his script, he heard the director whispering excitedly to the playwright. "I think we should keep some of that, don't you? With your purrmission of course. But to think that Purrloz knew so much about mimes, I had no idea. I do want that kiss to stay though. It sets the premise for the rest of the play."
That made Kurloz's heart palpitate entirely on its own, which in turn made his stomach churn in disgust.
He stalked out of the auditorium.
