A/N: Well, here is another chapter.
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I'm not desperate, like everyone makes me out to be.

I'm perfectly content plotting everyone's death without anyone filling up any of my quadrants.

Until it comes to Sol, of course.

The fucking mustard-blooded bastard has me wrapped right around his thin and bony finger. But this has already been established, hasn't it? Every single thing Sol has managed to do to me only makes me more frustratingly red for him.

Let's look at the present, shall we?

It really isn't fair. What isn't fair, you ask?

The way Fef gets to cuddle up on that horn pile with that piece of shit. Even if the feelings for the lisping bag of douche out won out over hers, that doesn't mean the feelings for her didn't exist. They just couldn't compete, no matter how enraging that fact may be.

And boy is it fucking enraging.

I can't even tell who to be mad at. I send random curses and strings of complaints under my breath in their general direction, but I can't bring myself to point my finger at either of them.

Why does pity have to exist?

I'm pretty fucking sure that Eridan doesn't stop staring at me.

And I'm pretty fucking sure it is getting on my nerves.

Yeah, sure. I stole his girl and all. But every time I turn around, the cape-douche is glowering at me. And I'm pretty sure he is hoping that if he stares at me long enough my head will cave in.

He's doing it again.

This time, I'm not letting it go. I stand up from this uncomfortable as fuck pile of horns, looking down at FF as she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. I brush her gaze off, stomping towards the faggoty fish prince. His eyes are widened, probably in fucking shock that I realized his constant glaring at me.

I laugh coldly and turn his chair around. By now, most of the lab has turned to face us. It doesn't stop me. His eyebrows are pulled together in either confusion or disgust. Either way, I'm pissed to high heaven.

"Why the flying fuck are you alwayth thtaring at me, you thack of shit?" By now his face had smoothed out to a condescending smirk. Red and blue shocks of energy bursted around my eyes, sizzling around me. "Do you want to take thith black? Do you?" I barked, clenching my fists and scowling at him. FF had come beside me, already trying to auspistize. I pushed her back as she tried to pull me away from him.

"How-w desperate are you? Pathetic little landdw-weller. " I grabbed his stupid ass scarf, bunching it in my fist and hauling him to his feet. Even if I was slightly taller than him, he still managed to look down at me. He still refused to even fight back. "Go try somew-where else-" He didn't even get to finish his snarky remark before I reeled back and punched the hipster douche in the jaw. He stepped back, holding his face for a moment before looking up at me.

One part of me whispered: "What are you doing, Sollux?"
Another, louder part said: "Damn, that's hot."

While I was just standing there, blanking out, he managed to saunter back up to me, the fins on his face spread wide threateningly. Before I could even realize, he socked me in the gut, my breath knocked out of me in a huge gush of air. I doubled over, hacking and coughing in an attempt to regain some air in my lungs. I chuckled, standing up straight and barreling over towards him again. I pulled his coat collars together, hauling him upwards to be level with my eyes. We both snarled at each other, growls ripping from our throats. I stared into his eyes for a moment—watching and unknown emotion flicker through his purple flecked eyes for a moment before settling into a deep hate. I hissed, wrinkling the fabric between my fingers before doing the one thing I never would have imagined me doing before in my life.

I kissed Eridan Ampora.

He kissed me.

I think I could work with this.