Not so much of the main pairings in this, but this if for my Johndave shippers! Sorry for any mistakes.
Read on~
"Ugh…where the hell am I?" Karkat blinked groggily, trying to sit up. He couldn't move his hands though; that was strange. He blinked harder and realized he was chained to a wall.
No, not literally a dungeon with actual chains. But some sort of blue and red electric rope that he couldn't wriggle out of. He was on a bed, which made him slightly nervous, and the room had no windows. It was painted a light yellow, and had red and blue bee stickers on the wall.
"Awake, babe?"
Karkat would have fallen off the bed in surprise if he wasn't stuck in place. Instead, his head whipped to the side to stare at the same guy he had fought earlier. The thief, of course. But where was Tavros? Had the other, deranged guy got him? Panic and fear ran through his mind, to be replaced with anger.
"Listen up, you asshole, where the hell is Tavros? And let me—"
"Ah, ah, ah, KK. Conthidering I'm in control now, I thuggeth you be nithe." He smirked, adjusting his tinted shades.
Karkat made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and glared at the man, who chuckled.
"Gam, he'th awake!" he called over his shoulder. Karkat's eye twitched; one guy he could handle, maybe. Two guys? Not a chance. The tall, slender man with that strange makeup and bright violet eyes slammed the door closed behind him and surveyed the detective, who spat at him.
"Did you get in contact with Tavroth and tell him we'll kill Karkat if he doeth'nt get uth the gemth?" the brunette asked.
"Sollux, I can't." Gamzee sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and reaching out a hand to stroke Karkat's hair. The ebony swore and jerked backwards as best as he could.
"You pieces of shit! You aren't—aren't going to kill me without a fight!"
Sollux had to smile at this. He touched the angered man's cheek lightly. "Aw, I won't kill you. You're too thweet."
"F*cking retarded lispy asshole."
"Adorabloodthirsty shorty."
"F*ck you! I'll get my growth spurt one day!"
Sollux smirked at this, then turned his attention back to his partner.
"Why not?"
"I…I like the little motherf*cker," Gamzee admitted. Karkat kept his mouth shut about Tavros's returned feelings; now really wasn't the time, and besides, it wasn't his secret to tell.
Gamzee was fiddling with a small green ball—no wait, a shiny green ball. The gem!
"You dirty thieves! That isn't yours!" Karkat yelled, struggling even more. Sollux sighed and got up, opening up a drawer. Inside were a row of needles. The detective's eyes widened and he struggled even harder, trying to escape the needle. His eyes were wide in fear as he thrashed around.
"Whoa, you don't like that, huh?" the brunette bit his lip as he plunged the needle into Karkat's arm. He fell limp, body sagging to one side. Sollux turned off the electrical bonds—no use in wasting them—and the two left, leaving the unconscious ebony on the bed.
"I hate you!" Dave yelled, his fits clenched. Tears were prickling in his eyes behind his shades. Thankfully no one could see.
John froze, his eyes widening. Tears gushed from his eyes as he rubbed at them, turned on his heel, and vanished out the door. The blonde sighed wearily and sank into a chair, taking off his shades and frowning. This had all been that stupid idea for playing truth or dare's fault…
"I'm bored, Egderp." Dave groaned as he drained the last of his apple juice.
"Me too. We should play a game." John looked up from the book he was reading.
"Like?"
"Truth or dare!" his blue eyes sparkled, and Dave had to relent. Looking into those eyes was worse than selling your soul. At least you had a little control over your actions when your soul was involved.
"Fine. Truth or dare?" the blonde asked, heaving a sigh.
"Dare!"
"I dare you to streak around the house."
A smirk stole across Dave's face as John blushed and shook his head.
"No way!"
"C'mon, bro. no chickening out."
"…"
"Fine, fine. I dare you to eat only cake for the next three days."
"Ew, but fine. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Dave wasn't in the mood to do anything stupid or horrific anyway.
"Hm…do you like anyone?" it was a typical middle school girl kind of question, but Dave's heart beat a little faster at that. Could it be…?
"Yup." He answered, grinning slightly. "Who?" John insisted, leaning forward a bit. His blue eyes were inquisitive behind those glasses Dave found ironically adorably.
"Ah, I don't think so. Next turn." He smirked when John pouted.
They bantered for quite a while, both shooting dares at each other. Dave learned John didn't like anyone. Both of them ate a lemon, peel and all. John had to hang upside down for ten minutes, and Dave had to pour apple juice down his pants.
"So who do you like?" John finally asked, his hands clasped in front of him. He was hanging upside down from the couch, smiling.
"No one that you know." Dave sighed to himself.
"Oh! That reminds me! I have big news!" John's face brightened, and his friend motioned for him to continue.
"You know how you're always telling me I'll be forever alone? Well, I met this really cool girl and now we're going out!"
There was a snapping sound that echoed in Dave's broken heart now. It was stupid of him to even think John would like him. It was absurd. His best friend had been saying he wasn't a homosexual for years now, so why did he still have this shred of hope?
"I never said that." Dave chose to ignore the last part about John finally landing a girl.
"Not for a while. But aren't you happy for me?" John followed Dave to the kitchen, where the blonde began to root through the fridge wildly, looking for another bottle of apple juice. He couldn't take it.
"You think I'm happy for you and your little slut of a girl?" he chose to sneer, kicking himself when he saw hurt flash across the ebony's face.
"I—that isn't very nice! Don't joke like that." John frowned but laughed nervously. Dave just shook his head and exited to the living room, where he sat down on the couch.
"I wasn't joking." He gave his friend a hard look. John blinked, his face stunned, as if someone had just hit him in the face.
"For once I find someone and I'm happy, and this is how you react?" John got up in the blonde's face, his nose scrunching up in anger. And Dave thought that was pretty cute.
"Got a problem, bro?" Dave spat, and the ebony recoiled, narrowing his eyes.
"You—you're acting like such a prick!"
"You're a brat." Dave sipped his apple juice delicately.
"I—you're such a bad friend!" John whirled around to leave, but Dave clamped a hand on his shoulder and snarled back, "You're worse."
"How am I worse?!"
"Just look at you. You're an adult an yet you're pathetic."
"I don't know what I ever saw in you, Dave Strider!"
"Same to you, Egbert."
"You don't deserve Dirk's money, spoiled little b*stard!"
"You little shit—don't ever bring that up!"
"Well it's true!"
"Get lost, and find someone who'll put up with you."
"You—I cant believe you, you selfish, spoiled, brat!" John yelled this last part.
"I hate you!"
Dave took a deep breath and dialed John's number, but he didn't pick up. The blonde had screwed up big time, and he had no idea to get his best friend/ex-best friend/secret crush back.
And Dirk said being a detective was hard.
Hm. Johndave feels, anyone?
Please review!
~sam