Normally a person would feel absolutely annoyed or caged in if they weren't to receive any private time. You weren't really a normal teen. Known to your parents since you were a small child, you had a bad case of monophobia, the fear of being alone. You couldn't go anywhere without anybody, and you couldn't live without someone by your side. Nobody, not even you, knew exactly how and why you had gotten this curse. You had always wished you could live a normal life in your own house and have your own space. But being by yourself just sounded so fucking terrifying.
Your good friends Virus and Trip were the only two people besides your family who knew of your predicament, and they weren't unnerved in the least.
"We completely understand, _."
"We'll always be here for you."
The two blondes were the most understanding of your condition, and because of that you couldn't help but grow extremely attached to them. Every day there was an excuse to go out with them on their endeavors, and they were completely willing to let you tag along. Even their most secret activities were known to you. From their regular yakuza work to their antics with Morphine, you were there with them. And not once did they ever leave you alone. They promised you they wouldn't leave you alone.
"We'd be monsters if we abandoned you."
"You can count on us."
And so they made you the happiest person alive. Eventually you couldn't imagine not having them near you. You even started staying at their place in Platinum Jail frequently, much to your parent's chagrin. They grew increasingly worried as they spent more and more time with you. And they were starting to hit the final straw when they came over to pick you up once.
"If you two could wait here, please?" Your mother slowly closed the door on them with an awkward smile, to which the non-blood twins chuckled in amusement. She turned to you behind her with a glare, to which you glared right back.
"Yes, they're both handsome. Yes, they're both nice-looking. No, they're not good news!" She snapped, and a mix of a glower and a pout made its way to your face as agitation already creeped up on you.
"What do you know? They've been there for me since forever and promised they'd never leave me alone!"
"But what about family? We promised we'd be there for you, too!"
"Don't give me that family bull. . . you guys are not them."
To that your mother's face dropped down to both sorrow and shock. Her little baby, the one she dedicated her life to, is willing to cast aside family for these two sketchy looking boys.
"You don't mean that. . ." She whispered to you, her delicate hands placing themselves gently on your shoulders. "You can't. . ."
You shook her shoulders off harshly. "Bye, Mom." You snapped as you brushed past her and headed out the door, where Virus and Trip were standing with expressions that showed both surprise and amazement. Two pairs of steel blue eyes were widened with mouths agape in a smile. "Damn, _." They both said. "Harsh way to treat your own mother."
"She deserved it." You muttered.
And the constant outings with the pair continued. Over time they did everything they could to earn your complete trust and love. To them you were a treasure. Something they couldn't let slip away. But alas, their sick twisted minds bended and plied their outlook on their own feelings. These cruel and uncaring dolls never really felt real love. How could they when their philosophy in life was to enjoy the interesting yet easy things? You were just one of them. How could they let that go? That's why they valued you, and that's why they loved you.
This had never happened when you went to their place. This surprise was nothing pleasant at all. Sweat dripped down the side of your face as you panted frantically. It was dark. You were unable to move. You were bound and blindfolded to a wall, it seemed. In what room, you didn't know. Virus covered your eyes on the way here.
"Virus! Trip! Quit screwing around!" You called. There was only silence. Seeing as you couldn't see a thing, you could only assume they left you alone.
They left you alone. After promising they wouldn't leave you, they tied you up and left you there to panic and cry.
"Get me out of here!" You yelled to nothing again.
Nothing but the two who sat on a red sofa, Virus twirling a glass of wine in his hand and Trip munching on a brownie. Both watched you with a gaze of both amusement and arousal.
"She's so cute when she's afraid." Virus whispered quietly to the other blonde next to him.
"For sure," Trip agreed, licking a piece of brownie off of his finger. "It's too bad this is a one time thing."
"But just think. . . after this, we'll have fun to last us for years~ I already can hardly wait~"
"Then don't you think we should take the blindfold off? She's about to have an episode. It'd be bad for us if anyone outside the house heard her screaming."
"HELP!" You cried out to the echoing and soundproof walls. "PLEASE! I CAN'T BE ALONE!" Your body was shaking. Your voice was hoarse as you screamed out. You were slowly becoming weak with fear, hanging from the shackles that chained you to the hard wall.
"Perhaps we can." Virus said with slight disappointment. "She doesn't last very long. What a shame."
"That's what happens when you have monophobia, Virus." Trip said in a mutter, still not loud enough for you to hear in your state.
"Please help. . ." You sobbed, tears soaking the black blindfold you wore. You heard footsteps coming toward you and perked up to the sound, relief starting to wash over you. "Virus? Trip?"
"We're here." Virus said in a gentle tone, but the wicked smirk on his face told that he was anything but gentle.
"We've been here this whole time." Trip added, his usual deadpan expression staying with him. But unlike Virus, plenty of vile thoughts lingered in his head.
This is them. Virus and Trip, the pair that's just there for no particular reason. They look the same but are complete opposites, Virus putting on the caring act yet outwardly expressing appreciation for another's pain. While Trip played everything cool and inwardly marveled at his victims' fear and hurt.
"We promised you, didn't we?" Virus asked with mock hurt laced in his voice. His hands cupped both of your cheeks, his large palms gently settling onto your tear stained and sweaty skin while his thumbs grazed just under the blindfold, which felt uncomfortable since it was soaked in tears. "We'd never leave you. We'd be monsters if we left you, _."
"Yeah," Trip chimed in, a smirk upon his thin lips as he slowly lifted the blindfold just above your puffy red eyes. "Because we love you, _. This is our proof that we'll always be there, even if you feel alone."
Anyone else would think that these two were undeniably psychotic. But you were different. You marveled at them. You swore your heart just grew another size bigger at the hands of these two. You were falling into their trap, unknowingly throwing yourself onto the palms of their hands.
"Virus, Trip. . ." You whispered both of their names with exhaustion, you slumped forward, your forehead resting on Virus's shoulder. Both of the blondes sent smirks in each other's way. "I love you both, too. I'm so sorry I doubted you. Please don't hate me."
"Our dear _. We could never hate you." Both said at the same time.
Virus picked your head up with his hands. You were now face to face with the both of them. Their steel blue eyes pierced through your own (e/c) ones, disguising their ice-coldness with warmth and love. You couldn't help but smile at them.
"Thank you. . ." Your smile was so weak. You looked so fragile. They have broken you, shaped you into something just for them, and they admired their work with amazement.
Virus leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes closed and you immediately responded to the kiss with as much care as Virus did. Trip kissed down from your temple, your cheek, your jaw, and finally to your neck.
You had no problem with anything they did. Even when they roamed around you with their hands, you had no objections. You said nothing as they molded you into their little object, their possession.
And the saddest part was that you couldn't escape, because your monophobia prevents you from it.