FueryxBreda in High-school
A Full-Metal Alchemist love story.
It's 1:42 AM, and Fuery's awoken to his phone going off. He's groggy from the minimal sleep he was able to get in prior to the sudden ringing of his corny ringtone. He's still rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness his phone is set to. He'd fallen asleep to some bara manga he was reading online around eleven. It wasn't until he found his glasses tucked in the fold of his blanket that he'd heard his message ringtone go off once again.
He couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed that someone would send him a message at 1:42 in the morning, but it could be one of two things, or both. *Sigh* "If it's not important, it's probably Breda."He'd mumbled to himself. Being awoken from anyone else is unacceptable in his book, but Breda is a total exception. He's close friends with Breda, but of course Breda doesn't know about the feelings Fuery held inside of him. They hang out at Fuery's house often, and Fuery's parent's stuff Breda with food every time.
"Man Fuery, your mom knows how to make good hot-dogs!" Fuery typically replies with "She just boiled it in a pot. They were store bought." It didn't help that Breda ate hot-dogs in such a weird way it gave Fuery the most uncomfortable erections at the table. Just thinking about it was starting to cause a tent to be pitched, along with all the thoughts of Breda. Fuery read the first message sent at 1:39, but due to connection issues arrived three minutes later. "Hey Fuery, open your window up man."
"Huh, that's a weird message." Fuery slowly started to power his brain up from it's slumber when he read the second message. "Hey, I may be a bit bigger but I'm not cold resistant, and it's bounding out here!" "Oh damn!" Thought Fuery as he rushed to the window to unlock the two latches in place. He looked out, and saw a drenched Breda. The cold rushed down the collar of his T-shirt, enveloping him like a hot pan under ice-cold water. "FINALLY!" Breda yelled up to Fuery who was reluctant to shut the window to keep his precious heat in, but Breda's presence prevented it.
"ONE SEC BREDA!" Breda chuckled to himself "heh, one. . . tw-" a ladder came straight out the window, landing right on the ground in front of Breda's soaked shoes. Had Breda not stopped it from falling to the side, Mrs. Fuery's plants would have been ruined. Breda clumsily climbed through the window of Fuery's room, and was quickly greeted with a towel, and noticed he was standing on a "welcome" patio rug. "You did all this in a sec-in-a half?" Fuery yawned. "Well I put the rug there yesterday, and have always had a retractable ladder in the closet. "Oh yeah the ladder" Breda added.
They both had a moment of silence, and inactivity to stare at the open window as the curtains danced wildly around in the room. "Lemme get that" Breda quickly said as he realized how quick the outside world was sucking away the warmth of the room. Fuery also hoped to assist, rushing to the window, heart-racing at the sight of a wet Breda in his room at 1:45 in the morning. Breda reached out the window to collect the ladder, while Fuery watched in terror from behind as Breda's shirt slowly shifted with the arch of his back, revealing the divide to his rear.
"Oh uh, B-Breda, you don't have to uh... um..." Breda backed up, as he pulled the fully extended ladder in through the window of Fuery's home. Fuery closed the window quickly breaking the fingers of the last of the colds tendrils that dragged across his skin. "Sorry I woke you Fuery. My parents booted me out over some argument." Fuery lightened up, and relaxed. "Can't you guys just get along, and not fight? It seems like you guys have a very rocky relationship." Breda grunted. "It's all because of the pizza bites. Mom says I'm eating them out of house, and home, but I bought the bag!" Fuery laughed at this. "Your parents don't seem right in the head. How'd you get in trouble for that? How'd you even get kicked out for that?"
"I don't know man. She must be Bi-polar or something. I told her I bought the bag, and she flipped. It's cool though. I'm saving up money to move out" Fuery couldn't help but stare at Breda's hair as it really stood out when it was wet. "Hey, what are you looking at?" Fuery snapped out of his perverted daydream, and formulated somewhat of a good sentence. "I was wondering about your hair with the rain, and how you're wet, and...I dunno hah, I guess." Breda translated as best he could "Oh yeah, I guess I am drenched." Breda proceeded to taking off his shoes, shirt, and pants, leaving his boxers. Fuery watched, terrified of what would happen if he watched him.
He felt a slight throb in his pants. "I need to control myself" Fuery thought, but his membrane thought otherwise. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep with how upset I am at the moment, so go ahead Fuery." Fuery laid back down in bed, and got comfy. Breda broke his peace-of-mind "I'll hop in after I'm done drying off, and cooling down." Fuery didn't expect him to be sleeping in the bed with him. How was he supposed to sleep himself? "Uh... yeah man, sure." Breda felt something odd. "Fuery, you alright man?" "Well," Fuery said "It's just that I'm a bit tired, and it's cold, and you're hanging out, and- "and and and I don't think I've ever heard you use so many and's before Fuery, AND that's not like you.
"Well you misspelled pounding, a-" "shh" Breda cut in. "You can blame my phones auto-correct." "Well that makes more sense." Fuery rolled over to face the wall for a good two minutes. The silence of the room was the worst thing ever. He knew Breda was there, sitting in his room like an intruder in the dark. It really irked Fuery that he had been silent for two minutes, because with his heart racing, and just the presence of his crush, it felt like 20 minutes. He decided to roll back over to face Breda through his sheer nervousness, but what he saw made his tent go full-pitch.
Breda was staring back at him through the dark. He couldn't make out his facial expression, nor could he tell why he was staring at him. All he knew was it was sending him into a craze. He was going to reach over to turn the lamp on, until Breda rose up from the chair, and lumbered into the bed. Fuery felt like a total stranger had just climbed into his bed. Why was this so terrifying? He'd been friends with him for a good while, and although this was the first time he's stayed the night, why is it like this? His heart was racing so fast it was out-of-control.
Fuery could feel the warmth radiating off Breda's back. They were awfully close. Breda rolled over to face Fuery in the dark. Fuery wished he could get control over his heart like he had over his membrane at this moment. He was so terrified he couldn't get it to go up through fear if he'd tried. he didn't understand. It was a sexual fear. The feeling of something he couldn't have was so close it scratched the surface. "Fuery"
Breda said in a calm, yet slightly confused tone. "What's up man? I know something's up now." Fuery's mind was so out of wack. "I'm fine Breda, just trying to sleep."
My mind has gone into overdrive, and it's not easy to count to sleep. I-I mean, it's not easy to go to sleep. I was going to say I tried counting sh-" "Breda scooted closer to Fuery, causing Fuery's heart to start pounding so loud, Fuery could hear it himself. "Fuery, I can hear your heart pounding. It sounds like a Jack-hammer. Am I making you uncomfortable?" As much as Fuery hated to admit it, he actually was. He'd gotten so overly excited, he lost control of himself entirely. "Fuery?" His voice was fuzzy, and his nose was running. "Fuery man, I can sleep on the floor or something... Dude, is your nose bleeding?"
Fuery wasn't prepared for any of this. He was going to masturbate thinking about Breda before he went to sleep, then wake up, go to school, then hang out with his friends. Breda quickly climbed out of the bed, and turned the light on. "Fuery!" The light caused Fuery to squint. Without his glasses, a blurry Breda rushed up to him sitting him up, and using his wet shirt to lightly pinch his nostrils together. "Hey Fuery, can you hear me?" Fuery managed to get out a muffled "uungh?" before passing out. Fuery's dad burst in with a wooden bat, and saw Breda holding a wet shirt to Fuery's nose. "WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE!?" Breda quickly responded "Your son got a nose bleed. I'm trying to stop it."
Fuery woke to his alarm going off, and saw a breda sitting on the floor criss-cross. "Breda, what are you doing?" Breda was doing "The head-nod thing," and passing in, and out of consciousness. "Oh, Well I told your dad I'd keep an eye on you to make sure you were alright. He ended up taking care of most of the problem and told me not to mention any of this to your mother, or she'd flip." Fuery was upset, embarrassed, ashamed, and thought what Breda had done was very sweet. So many emotions had him confused, and all he could do was sit there in bed, staring blankly at the wall.
"Hey Fuery, Don't black-out on me again." Breda said with a small grin on his face. "Yeah, sorry about that, I just..." Fuery hadn't noticed his erection. He knew Breda must have known. "Oh, yeah. That came to life a good twenty minutes ago." Fuery's erection throbbed. "He saw my boner while I was sleeping?" Breda laughed after he saw Fuery's face turn red. "It's fine. Besides, I don't really pitch for that team anyways." Fuery felt a bit of discomfort hearing this. "Well I think I should get ready for school then." Breda rubbed his eyes, and stood up trying to keep his balance.
"I've been sitting like this all night, and my knees feel like crap. It should have been obvious how bad that would be for me in the long-run." Fuery grabbed a shirt out the cabinet, threw his shorts on, and stuffed his homework from the weekend into his bag. I doubt anything I have will fit you Breda. "Why's that Fuery?" Fuery didn't think Breda would have to ask him. "Well Breda, you're heavier set, like more muscle, and fa-" "There he goes" Breda cut in. "I knew you'd use that word, but it's alright. I have been eating a bit more lately." Fuery felt terrible for upsetting him, although he doubt it really mattered with Breda not really having feelings for him.
"I didn't really mean it like that Breda, I just meant that compared to me who is a bit more lanky than you, I don't... I... I'm sorry Breda, When I said that it came ou-" "Fuery I'm only messing with you man, chill out." Breda laughed,then headed out to ask Fuery's dad for a shirt. He came back in wearing some shirt with his fathers company logo DILM. "Fits pretty good. He told me to go ahead, and keep it since I had to use my shirt as a blood-rag. Lion-bite high students have a total of eight classes, having four on one day, and the other four the next. Fuery had his first three classes with Breda, then lunch, finally having his last class with a group of other friends.
The next day, he had his last class with Breda, and the first three without. These days are typically labeled as even, and odd days, where Fuery prefers his even days over his odds, since he gets to see Breda more often. Today was the start of his Even day "Okay class!" Mr. Croose joyfully closed his class door allowing the hall monitors to sweep up all the kids who were late so as to have them sent to the auditorium for minor detentions. Usually if a student ends up late three times, then it's a full-on detention. The minor ones are just to give students points for being late.
It's not really helpful though when a good amount of students are late, and end up in the back of the line where they miss a good fifteen minutes of class. "Pass your homework to the left, and front so I may collect them. Breda sat two tables behind Fuery completely out of Fuery's vision, and oddly enough. It actually gave Fuery time to think about last night, school, his work, a few oth-"By the way everyone, there's a pop-quiz on the culture of Ishval." Fuery tacked that to his list of things he could clearly think about. When Mr. Croose read out the first question, he was sure he would ace this quiz.
The day seemed to pass by just fine like always. His recreational period of art class helped reduce some of his stress. He couldn't stop thinking about what Breda said in his room that morning "It's fine. Besides, I don't really pitch for that team anyways." It played like a broken record that needed a bit more breaking. "Fuery?" "Huh?" Fuery looked up to find one of his friends, no the group he was in at the table staring at him. "Fuery, you okay man? you started pouring a bit too much paint." Edge laughed, and prodded Fuery with some markers he'd connected by the caps. "Just thinking about some stuff, but I'm fine"
Marith got closer to Fuery's ear. "Is it a guuuurl Fuery?" everyone at the table ooooued over the thought of it, and laughed. Fuery felt little light from their joke, only causing him to think more about his warm, comforting crush. "No, just wondering what to draw. I'm over thinking it a bit." "Just a bit?" Gen piped in, pointing at the over-flow of paint caused by Fuery's absent-mindedness. "maybe a lot" Fuery said, letting out a little laugh. Somehow the mess he made was funny. "Oh Fuery" Marith chimed in." You're so adorable sometimes." laughing lightly with the rest of the table.
Fuery parted ways with some friends, beginning his walk home alone. "HEY FUERY!" Breda yelled. Fuery's heart jumped out of his chest, and climbed into his mouth quickly searching for the comfy little spot it was in. "Breda!?" Fuery was a bit too excited, as well as surprised by Breda's sudden appearance. "Wait up!" Breda came to a slow, panting for air. "SO!" Breda said through a winded voice. "How was your day man?" "Oh you know, just couldn't stop thinking about you, and how hard I'm crushing on you, only to be crushed from the fact you're straight." is what he wanted to say, but gave him the casual "It was quite enjoyable" line.
"Yeah, well that pop-quiz was pretty terrible. He couldn't have found harder questions?" Fuery agreed with him, and noted how sweaty Breda was. "Yeah, I am a bit sweaty ain't I? I'll need someone to- I mean something to dry off with." Fuery was no idiot. He knew exactly what Breda was getting at, but with how close Fuery was to Breda, there was no getting away from him. "No getting out of this hold Fuery!" Breda said in an evil manner rubbing his sweat all over the back-side of Fuery's shirt, making sure to get his fore-head, and hair. "Awh Breda! Really!? Let me go!"
Breda finished up, stepping aside to let Fuery fume while he laughed. "Fuery, it's not like I'm poisonous or anything." Deep down Fuery was turned on by this, But consciously fighting back, hoping it would keep leg number three from coming out to see what was going on. *Sigh,* Fuery took a moment to breathe, taking in Breda's scent along with the air. "Woah! He smells great!" Thought Fuery. "I may not be the best on the team Fuery, but I can still wrestle you to the ground" Breda boasted. "I know I know" Fuery quietly mumbled. "You know what your mom's cooking tonight Fuery?"
"Wait, you're coming over again?" Bred shrugged casually. "Well I doubt things have blown over with my family. Plus, Your mom's cooking is the only thing left to get me some good sleep." Fuery felt a wave of unease wash over him. "Well he hadn't slept for two days, but... He doesn't even like guys. I shouldn't feel the way I do. I've been head over heels for him, only to find out he doesn't like men, and with the information provided, I still find myself baffled by these feeli-" "FUERY!" Fuery turned around to see Breda at the end of the street, getting ready to head around the corner, and off to his house. "ARE YOU COMING!? I GUESS I'LL JUST EAT ALL OF THE FOOD!"
Fuery nearly tripped over his own shoes whilst breaking into a sprint towards his house, but more towards Breda himself.
"UMUIGUUD MRS. FURRY THSH LSHANGA ISH SHO GUUD!" Breda was so busy stuffing his mouth he hadn't noticed the hot-dogs she'd snuck in. "Well I'm glad you enjoy it Breda. I added Hot do-" "HOT DOGS!?" "Breda quickly started sifting through what was left on his plate until he found his prey. "I knew I tasted hot dogs!" Fuery couldn't help but chuckle at this statement. "You can actually taste the food that leaves your fork, skips everything else, and goes right to your stomach?" Breda looked at Fuery with three hot-dog slices impaled by his fork. "Fuery, I may swallow what goes into my mouth without chewing as much as you do, but I make sure to taste everything that goes down. Including Mrs. Fuery's excellent cooking."
Fuery started throbbing at this answer. "Man, you sure do love my moms cooking" Breda laughed. "Yeah, and if you ever come in my house, and make yourself food, expect me to be there to give you a helping hand if you make too much." Fuery was unintentionally asking for these answers, and regardless of how much it killed him, he figured he should just stop talking. That didn't seem to work. "Just steer clear of me when I'm really hungry. I might hunt you down, and force you to make me a special Fuery meal, hahaha." Fuery was going insane. "Well I'm done. I need to go to the bathroom really bad though." Fuery stood hunched over more than a hunchback, quickly leaving the room.
When Breda finished up everything downstairs, he headed upstairs ready to crash. *knock knock* "Come in." Breda walked in with such a satisfied look on his face, then proceeded to plopping down on the bed. "man, I'm stuffed. Time to sleep off two days." Fuery smiled a bit at how peaceful Breda looked. "Hey Fuery, you mind if I sleep in the bed tonight?" Fuery kept his composure, hoping this night would be different. "No not at all go ahead." "aah great." Breda hopped up, taking off his shirt, and pants revealing his wrestling shorts he uses when he works out. "I think I'll hit the shower first. I'm pretty raunchy.
"If you wanna shower tomorrow I could set the alarm earlier for you to do everything in time." "hmm... naah, think I'll go ahead, and knock it out." "Alright then." Breda headed out of the room leaving his clothes behind. "I'll be back in here to begin hibernating." "uh, oh-okay." Fuery was sitting at his desk, working on his dad's smart calculator he put there with a note on how "he dropped it, and was wondering if he knew what was wrong." Breda headed out, and without much thought what-so-ever discovered that one of the batteries had fallen out of the back. "I was hoping for a distraction from the night, but what can I expect from a smart calculator?" He'd obviously dropped it, so it's possible a battery rolled away from captivity, while he was too busy to notice.
He must have put the back cover on without looking to see if the batteries were all there. "I guess I could act like there's a prob, take it apart, then slowly put it back together." Breda was gone, leaving Fuery to masturbate. He could hear the shower pipes through the walls. "If I rub one out, then maybe I'll have less issues for the night." He lay back in bed, and grabbed a bottle of lubrication from the night stand. He was getting ready to open it when he remembered Breda left his shirt. "Should I?" He thought to himself almost retracting his arm completely before pausing to think about the sweat, the smell, the way Breda wrapped his arms around him his laugh,
his hunger. It drove him mad, plus, Breda's presence for the two days he'd shown up left Fuery pent up from the moment he read that bara before sleep won him over. He grabbed his shirt, squirt a glob of blue cooling lube in his hand, placed the chest area of it over his face, then got to work. He was close, before he even began, and as much as he wanted to finish up quickly before Breda's return, he wanted this to be good. He Thought about Breda staring at his erection through the dark. He imagined Breda slowly standing up, walking over to observe it.
"Damn Fuery, that's one hard rock! I wonder what it feels like?" In his mind, Breda sifted his beefy left hand under the covers to meet his boxers, and lightly placed his index finger against the tip of the fabric to leave a pre-cum trail. "woah, you must really need to release."
Breda took the opening on the front of Fuery's boxers, then proceeded to spread the hole open for Fuery's erection to pass through. He slowly enclosed his hand around it. Amazed, he felt Fuery's life pulsing in his hands. It leaked over, running down onto the knuckle of Breda's left hand. "Maybe, Just a taste" Breda slowly brought his hand up to his mouth to suck Fuery's seed. "uh, that's actually pretty good. You been holdin out on me Fuery?" Breda throws the covers back on the bad to reveal Fuery's pillar of life.
I'm sucking this down by myself Fuery, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Breda leaned in. This is my special Fuery meal right here!" Breda lightly kissed the tip causing a well up of pre to make a strand, connecting his lips to his erection. "uuh" Breda mumbled, before letting his tongue out to relocate the connection to his lips. "I'm ready to eat!" Breda lowered himself down, mouth opening to curiously take Fuery into his warmth. *pssssshhhhhhhhhtsssss* The shower turned off with a squeak, and Fuery was not only not finished, but had nowhere near enough time to clean himself up if he continued. "Well maybe he-" The shower door opened, and Breda's footsteps could be heard moving quick.
"Damn!" Fuery thought, tossing Breda's shirt aside with his clean hand, grabbing his towel, wiping the pre-cum, and lube away from his erection, as well as his hand. He had just enough time to toss the bottle, sheathing his rock in his boxers as the door flung open. "Breda burst in wearing nothing, but his boxers completely drenched. "Fuery, lend me your towel." There's a to-" Breda locked onto the towel beside the bed, and was on the move. "No, Breda you-" "What? Don't understand? Let me guess, no one ever uses your towel but you?" Fuery panicked, and to top it off, he was facing a two day wait to rub one out with an edge to top it off. Breda grinned. "If you want your towel" Breda let it unravel long way down revealing Fuery's artwork without noticing it.
Then you'll have to wrestle me. "Oh my lord this mental torture is too much! please let a mind erasing alchemist come in, and end it all." Fuery got up, and charged Breda. Breda waved the towel in front of him before swiftly moving to the side. Fuery almost runs into the wall. "You'd make a good bull Fuery hahahaaa!" Fuery was running off of adrenaline, trying to make a grab for the towel. Breda grabbed his arm, directing him to the floor. Breda was on his knees, with Fuery between his legs "Okay, well now that you've lost, you get to see me dry myself off." Fuery was pink from all the sudden movement, and had a look of fear in his eyes. "Mentally, Fuery was screaming "NOOOOOUuwh!"
Breda opened it, revealing the clean side to Fuery, meaning the messy side was going to be smeared all over his body. "Please don't notice, please please please" Breda began drying off his belly, then moved over to his right arm. Fuery could hear Breda gloating about his strength, but paid it no mind. He was searching for any visible signs of pre-cum, and lube. He realized how much of a mistake that would actually be, but it was too late. there it was, smeared nicely in a spot over his belly button. It was hardly noticeable with Breda being wet from the shower. Most likely, he won't even realize what he's done. Fuery's erection started to go back up quickly, and there was nothing he could do. "Breda, you win okay? let me up please!"
Breda left him there squirming. "After you kiss these guns~" Fuery quickly sat up trying to reach Breda's left arm. it wasn't until he kissed it that he realized he'd grazed Breda's inner thigh with his almost hard erection. "no please go down don't do this to me!" Then He tried to center his thighs as best he could to keep it from grazing anything else, but he grazed the fabric of Breda's boxers ever-so-lightly. Breda was laughing too hard to notice, plus Fuery's erection hadn't grazed it well enough for him to realize. It's not like he ran a staff through a low hanging chandelier, but more like the staff lightly touching one of the dangling shards at the very bottom of it.
"Okay Fuery, I'm beat." He stood up, finishing up a few spots before throwing the towel at Fuery's face. "Hey Breda, why'd you-" He lifted the towel to see Breda's face. He was shocked to see Fuery's fully erect rod standing tall." "Fuery! Are you gay!?" The thought was enough to keep his membrane from going full pitch. He also lifted both knees to help block out the possibility of Breda seeing anything at all. Breda flopped onto Fuery's bed, rolling over quickly, getting snug under Fuery's covers. "Good-night Fuery." Fuery looked over at the back of Breda's head. "Good-night, Breda."Fury went over to his dads smart calculator, deciding to wait for Breda to fall asleep before heading off himself.
Forty-two minutes had gone by, and Breda rolled over to face Fuery in his sleep. Fuery could still feel his eyes on him while he worked. It's almost as if he was right there. "Fuery." Fuery was surprised he actually was awake. Was he awake this whole time? was he actually watching him!? "Um, yes Breda?" Breda stood up, walking over to his desk. "What's got you up still?" He leaned over his shoulder to find a calculator in pieces. "uuum, my dad, he broke, well, no he dropped his calculator, and one of the batteries fell ou-" He'd realized his mistake, but it was too late. "Then why's the whole calculator in ruins?"
"Well," Started Fuery, "I wanted to see what made this box tick, so I uh...I took it apart. I was getting ready to put it back together right now actually. "Cool, I wanna watch." Fuery started to shake. "Aren't you tired though?" Breda yawned. "I couldn't sleep. the sound of you tinkering had me curious." Fury tried to focus. "Oh, yeah I can see how that would prevent you from sleeping with a clear conscious." He began trying to put the Smart calculator back together as fast as he could so he could get Breda to go to bed, and hopefully get some sleep himself. "Oh I didn't tell you who I chatted with on my way to lunch Fuery!" Fuery paused a moment, interested. It slightly took his mind off the nervousness Breda was putting him through.
" I ran into Auburn, and man she is smokin!" Fuery mumbled nice under his breath, getting back to work, not going as fast as he was. "Dude, she's apparently getting ready to go into the military. "That's nice. I hope she makes it." Fuery mumbled, snapping a small ribbon cable into place before setting the motherboard back into its position. "Fuery, her dad owns this fancy restaurant, and she was going to make some dinner reservations fo-" "For you, and her?" Fuery stated in a low-tone. He was moving very slow, attaching a solar powered pad to the motherboard, doing what he could to get the charge to connect to the batteries with some thin copper wire. It fit nicely into the hole he'd made
"No Fuery, for you man." Fuery tightened the last of the screws in on the calculator before turning around to see Breda's face. "Really?" "Yeah man! She said she likes you, and not the typical kind of like, but the like like kind of like. You know? the relationship kind of like." "I see" Fuery said feeling the jealousy go down, but the realization of how straight a friendship they held that Breda was searching for girls for him. "Hey Breda, that's nice man, thanks, but I'm going to be busy with my family soon. It may interfere with the date she has set." Breda shifted his weight to his other leg. "Well then I'll get her to reschedule it. It's her dads restaurant after all." Don't worry about it Breda. Thank's though. What would I do without you?"
"Well you'd certainly miss out on a hook-up with Auburn like you're doing right now. Come on man, this is perfect." Fuery rose out of his seat. Breda placed his hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. "Fuery, you need to calm down. She's not going to bite. Just give her a chance." Fuery walked out of his caring friends grip, climbing into the bed. "I can't make any promises Breda." Fuery scooted close to the wall, and negative thoughts fluttered into his kind mind. He just wanted to tell him how he felt. He wanted to do it knowing he would face no horrid outcomes. Breda flicked the lamp off, climbing under the covers facing Fuery. "aaah, Good-night Fuery" He took his hand, and ran it through Fuery's hair before rolling over with them now facing away from each other.
Fuery felt a sharp jab in his rib-cage. "Ow. Breda, why are you so rough?" He tried to roll over. He tried to face Breda. He tried to move, but he was frozen. "Is this sleep paralysis? why cant I move? am I still sleeping? Yeah, that must be it. I'm still dreaming." he felt another jab to the side. Then another to the chest. "damn, what's going on?" He fought to wake up, remembering if he was truly asleep he shouldn't be feeling pain like this. "What could this be? pain this intense would usually wake me up, right?" He lay there in a position he was unsure he was in when another round of painful jabs assaulted him. "OW! What do I do? What can I do? Someone, HELP!" He attempted to roll over, to open his eyes, to see Breda's face again. "Breda, Please, If this isn't you, please help." Was he crazy? Did he really think Breda would cause him this much distress? "Breda." He fought the hold the fading warmth of the darkness had on him. "Breda!" He was barraged with more jabs all over. He was scared. "BREDAAAA!"
Fuery woke in the morning to the sound of his alarm going off. "What's wrong with my alarm clock?" He looked over and noticed the color of his blanket wasn't it's usual light blue color, but a dark brown. "What th-" Fuery saw his room. very small compared to... well, his room. This clearly sent off alarms all over his brain. "Okay, what in the world is going on!?" Fuery jumped out of bed, rushed to the nearest cabinet, threw clothes on, and rushed out the door. He was expecting to see the long hallway with the bathroom being on his immediate left, with his parents room being at the end of the hall, but he was only greeted with a blast of cold air, and a long balcony with multiple doors along the left wall with numbers. "204, 205, 206, 207, what is this an apartment complex?" He deduced he was in 203 before checking the door to verify it. Who's apartment is this? Was I kidnapped!?"
Fuery threw some shoes from the closet on, rushed out the door, and headed down the street to get familiar with where he could be. "This all seems so very familiar. My house should be close by." He sprinted like his life depended on it. He reached the same street Breda, and him horsed around on yesterday. "If that even happened" he thought to himself. He made a right, then a left, then one more left before arriving at a rubble lain foundation. "Mom!? DAD!?" He sat there with his mind racing all over the place. He wanted to cry, He wanted to find the logic behind it all. More than anything, he wanted Someone familiar to walk up to him, and help him through this whole mess. He stood up, eyes swollen from holding back tears. He pulled his phone out, and began calling Breda.
"Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system. 293-23-" He ended the call, and tried again. "The number you have dialed does not appear in th-" He ended, trying again. He was given the same exact answer. He ended up standing in front of his home dialing through a good fifty or so numbers. None of his family, friends, or other numbers he'd added were apparently existent. He saw a sign over on the brick wall with a number under the words to have pest control spray your home for half the price for this month only. He punched the number in, and it rang. "Burg's pest control service. We spray before they have the time to pray~!" He hung up, pocketing his phone. off in the distance, he could hear the school bells ring. "well, I guess it's time to go to school." He said, making sure to scan over the rubble, calming down only a little. He was sure this was only the beginning of this nightmare.
Breda woke up to the alarm going off. He rolled over, and shook Fuery awake. "Fuery, rise, and shine it's time to go to school. "I know that voice" Fuery said under his breath. "uuh Yeah. How did you forget I stayed the night over?" Fuery quickly thrashed around to face Breda, punching him in the neck. "Ow! Fuery calm down man!" Fuery was like spider-man, moving with precision out of the bed, and over Breda before he could grab him. "Get out of my house." Fuery stopped for a brief moment before realizing nothing was where it should be, and he didn't like this. "Breda, where am I?" Breda just stared at him quizzically. "I think that Smart calculator you were working on last night messed your brain up Fuery." "Look, I didn't mean to punch you, but you were in bed with me, and, and..." Breda grunted.
"Well that hasn't changed." "I won't do anything else to upset you Breda, and I really didn't mean to hurt you, but could you please tell me where I am?" Breda was more than confused, he was worried. "I already told you, you're home man. We have school in an hour, and a half, but I'm not going to miss your moms breakfast so hurry up.""My mom?" Breda slowly climbed out of bed, slowly inching his way to Fuery. Fuery backed away. "Breda, please I said I was sorry PLEASE!" "Fuery, calm down man. Why would I want to hurt you?" Fuery's eyes widened. "B-BECAUSE YOU'RE A MONSTER!" Breda felt like he was shot in the chest. "I... ouch man, that really hurts. You're my best friend, and I don't care if you think I'm a monster, I'm going to do what I can to get you the help you need Fuery."
Fuery quickly backed up against the wall, and Breda saw Fuery's eyes dart to the window quickly. Breda knew Fuery was serious. The last time he was that alert was when Havoc bullied him. "Fuery, be careful!" He pointed to a blank spot on the floor, yelling it a bit to add emphasis on how serious he was. "Fuery looked down, and Breda moved in. Fuery took his fist, and slammed it against the glass, but Breda was faster. He grabbed his arm before he could have actually shattered the glass. "NO PLEASE I DIDN'T MEAN IT STOP!" He pounded Breda's broad back as Breda moved him away from the window, and pinned him to the floor. "Hey, what's all the racket in there boys?" Breda looked at Fuery, shushing him. "Who are they?" he asked Breda. "Those are your parents, like I said." "I'm so confused." Breda went from worried, to angered when he saw that one of Fuery's teeth was missing. "What the hell happened to your tooth?" Fuery whimpered" What do you mean? You're the one who did this to me when you pushed me down the stairs at school.