No Love
6- No Love Left
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This chapter doesn't have any characters names in its title.
What? Were you expecting an inner monologue anyways?
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"Son of a bitch!!" Link yelled, slamming his right hand against the wall of the apartment, his teeth already clenching. When that guy who'd answered Soren's phone had said they needed to borrow the bug Link found, he couldn't have possibly imagined it would be for this.
"I'm sorry Link, we wish it wasn't true but…" Roy trailed off, trying to console the distraught blonde. He then watched Link remove his hand from the drywall, a decently sized hole where he had made contact. Yikes, this guy really is a tank! Both the bluenette and his lover recoiled immediately.
"No, it's not your fault's, if anything I should really thank you guys." The blonde looked at the two cringing boys, then to the hole in the wall.
"Look don't worry, I'm not about to use the two of you as punching bags. What did you say your name's were?" Though Roy and Marth were quite familiar with Link and Pit, there had never been a formal introduction. In truth, before today, Link hadn't even known that Roy and Marth existed.
"I'm Marth." The bluenette said, patting the blonde on the shoulder.
"Roy!" The redhead said, pointing to himself and cracking a stupid grin. The blonde stared at both of them, dictating their names to memory.
"Alright then, so how exactly do you know all of this?" The Link asked, crossing his arms and staring at the two skeptically. Roy then briefly recapped all of what he had heard and seen happen on Thursday night between both Ike and Pit. Marth nodded his head solemnly as the redhead went into the details. Link was absolutely stunned.
"Wait, did you actually hear, or see them…y'know." Link asked, bracing for the answer.
"No, nothing like that. But I'm pretty sure that it happened." Marth immediately elbowed his lover in the ribs.
"We're not sure of anything yet, so don't get too worked up. We're going to use that bug you found to tap Ike's phone tonight. That's why we need it. If something is going on with Ike and Pit, they'll probably talk on the phone sometime in the next few days. If we hear any conversations like that, we have all of the proof that we need." Link's composure broke slowly as the bluenette explained the plan to him. Going from unsure, to angered, to distraught.
"Alright, fine then." The blonde turned and made his way into the bedroom. Seconds later he burst out, walking quickly and holding a black rectangle covered in scotch tape. He roughly placed it into Marth's hand and then pointed to the door.
"Listen, I'm grateful. Really, I am. But please just leave. I need to think." The blonde said, looking away from both of his guests.
"Well I have your number, I can give you a call. If we learn anything, that is." The bluenette said, unsure if he would get a response back.
" 304-658-2239. Do you think you can remember that? It's my number, you can call it if you need to talk to us." Roy said in an uppity fashion. Clearly he didn't like being told to leave, but his heart went out to Link.
"304-658-2239?" The blonde repeated.
"Yeah."
"Thanks. Now please go." Link said, still pointing to the door. Unceremoniously, both boys walked out, Marth gently closing the door behind them. As soon as Link was sure that they had left, he walked over to the couch. Curling up in a ball on the comfortable sofa, he stared at the wall absently. Thoughts were bouncing around inside of his head so fast he could barely process one before another grasped his attention.
Why would he do this?… Would he do this?
304-658-2239, don't forget it.
Pit, my Pit. Don't you love me? He was drunk! He was drunk last night!
Don't forget to call 304-658-2239.
That bastard, that fucking bastard, he must have taken advantage of Pit! I'm sure of it, Pit would never do something like this otherwise!
Pit doesn't love you anymore.
He must have taken Pit out and told him I was cheating on him. Then he took advantage of him by getting him drunk! That fucking BASTARD!!!
Roy's number is 304-658-2239. Roy is the one with the red hair.
I'll kill him, oh I'll kill him. You're dead Ike! You hear me? Dead.
Link felt one sole hot tear fall from the corner of his left eye. Running down the side of his face it finally found its way into the pillow the blondes face was pressed against.
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"Jeez, that sure was rude, don't you think?" Roy asked Marth, unconsciously touching the stitches on his forehead. They'd left the hospital hours ago, Soren had stayed behind saying that Ike was going to be picking him up. Against the doctors orders the redhead had kept the gauze around his sutures on for all of ten minutes after they'd left.
"No Roy, it wasn't rude. Link must be going through a lot right now, he's obviously shaken up. Didn't the doctor tell you to keep the bandages on?"
"He didn't seem shaken up, he seemed like an asshole!" Roy called up the stairs, ignoring the question. As he was taking the stairs three at a time, he got to the bottom much faster than his lover.
"I thought the doctor told you to take it easy too?" Marth asked.
"He did, but I feel fine. I am hungry though. And you know what's weird? Because of the Novocain I can't feel myself blinking. How weird is that?" The bluenette rolled his eyes as he reached the bottom of the steps. Well at least he's back to his old self.
"I mean I'm blinking, I can see myself blink, I just can't feel it is all." Roy said, closing his right eye and rapidly blinking the left one.
"Did it ever occur to you that if you're not careful you'll tear out your stitches?" Marth chided, playfully shoving his lover in the direction of the car.
"By blinking? Being awful cautious aren't you?" Roy asked, spinning around and sticking his tongue out at Marth.
"No, I just don't want you to get hurt again is all." As he reached the car, the bluenette unlocked his door and hit the master lock. As soon as the redhead saw his door unlock he threw it open and dove inside. If his doctor could see him right now he'd have a conniption.
"That's not it, you're definitely being more paranoid lately. Like this whole airbag business, what's the deal with that? Every time we get in the car you act like the airbag is a ticking time bomb!" Roy exclaimed, slamming the car door behind him. Marth paused for a moment, carefully wording his reply.
"I saw something about how the number of accidental airbag discharges in the United States has risen significantly in the past few years." Marth said coolly, starting the car.
"And where did you hear this?" Roy asked, humoring the bluenette. There was an even longer pause from Marth.
"The Discovery Channel." He said, already knowing what was coming. Right on cue the redhead burst out laughing, clenching his gut and barely able to contain himself.
"The discovery channel? Are you fucking kidding?!" Roy laughed. "Oh my god you'll believe anything, y'know that!"
"You're bleeding. I told you not to overexert yourself." The redhead reached up and ran his fingers across his stitches. Bringing them back in front of his eyes, he saw lines of red running across the finger.
"Oh, shit! Tissues, tissues!" He opened the dash and began to scramble for napkins or something to wipe up the blood.
"I guess maybe you should listen to people more often Roy." The bluenette said, calmly turning the keys in the ignition.
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Standing outside of the building Ike's office was in, both Ike and Pit stared in shock at the trail of blood on the sidewalk leading inside. After staring down for what felt like minutes, both turned to each other in unison.
"What do you think?" Pit said, staring at Ike, clearly already worried. The bluenette pushed open the glass door. Staring down the hallway at the stairs closest to the door, he followed the trail of blood. The smears went down the hall and the all the way up the stairs. He turned to the bluenette solemnly.
"I don't know Pit, stick close to me though." Holding the glass door open for the boy, both made their way into the building, carefully avoiding stepping in the blood.
Walking slowly, eyes fixed on the ground, they followed the blood trail all the way up the flight of stairs. The red stains then led them to exactly where Ike had hoped they wouldn't. The bluenette stared ominously at the door to his office, where the blood trails ended. Motioning Pit to stay close behind him, the bluenette slowly approached the door, unsure of what to expect.
"Um, Ike, what exactly are we worried about right now." The chocolate haired boy asked, his voice shaky.
"I'm not sure, just stay behind me." Ike turned the handle on the office door.
The knob rotated quietly and the bluenette pulled the door out into the hallway. Reaching for the coat rack next to the doorframe inside his office, he felt around for a gray wool overcoat. Finally his fingers grasped it, reaching his hand into the jackets left front pocket he felt his hand close around cold metal and wood. Pulling his hand out of the jacket pocket and back into his and Pit's line of sight, the bluenette brandished a small black pistol. Pit flinched nervously and was barely able to keep his voice at a whisper.
"What the fuck is that!?" The boy hissed from between his lips.
"This is a Makarov Pit, I don't know what's in there, so I'm being cautious." The bluenette said, his pulse soaring.
"Cool, alright then." The brunette replied, oddly enthusiastic.
In a series of exaggerated movements Ike burst into his office and proceeded to clear every room, ending with the source of the blood trail- the bathroom. As he stood at the edge of the bathroom door, he stared down at the trail of blood leading into the small room. What if Soren's in there? What if he's hurt!?!
The bluenette flung the door of the room open, the gun at the ready. Nothing. The room was empty, save for a small puddle of blood and a few bloody footprints. Just as Ike was about to turn to leave the bathroom his cell phone went off. The high pitched ring tone scared him so badly that his whole right hand instinctually clenched. He felt his index finger squeeze the trigger of the gun which, unfortunately was pointed in Pit's direction.
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"Ike? Hello? Ike?" Soren said into the phone, unable to tell what bluenette was babbling, his mouth clearly not up to the phone.
"I almost killed Pit because of you, you idiot!!" Ike yelled into the receiver. Soren was confused and taken aback by the outburst.
"You almost what!?" Soren heard a voice in the background exclaim.
"Listen Pit don't worry, I couldn't have shot you, the safety was on." Ike reassured the voice in the background.
"You knew the safety was on when you pulled the trigger, right?" Pit asked Ike, fear in his voice. There was a very long silence from the bluenette.
"You mean you could have shot me!?!" Soren heard the voice in the background scream.
"Um, Ike, is this a bad time? I could always-" Soren asked, not sure if he should feel offended or not.
"No, no, not a bad time at all, I was actually just coming to the office to talk to you about something." Soren's felt his pulse quicken. Talk to me, he wanted to talk to me about something? What could it be? Does he love me? That's it! He loves me and wants us to go out!! The raven haired boy stopped dreaming, and forced his himself back into reality. Don't get your hopes up.
"What did you want to talk about." Soren asked hopefully.
"Later Soren. Right now I need to know what happened at the office. Who's blood is this?" Ike asked, gingerly setting the gun down on his desk, lest he have another 'accident'.
"Blood? Oh, shoot that's right! I'm sorry I didn't clean it up Ike, but it's Roy's." Soren said into the phone apologetically.
"Roy's!? What the hell was Roy doing at the office?" Ike said, trying his hardest to sound surprised. How could those idiots forget Soren works for me? Why couldn't they just be patient!?
"He and Marth showed up looking for you. Apparently you really made an impression on them, or something." Soren replied.
"Huh, oh, okay. Wait, Why was Roy bleeding all over the office? Is he even still alive? This is a shit load of blood." Ike said into the phone, glancing to a large red stain on the wall near his desk.
"Oh, well yeah, he's still alive. He had a concussion actually, and we had to take him to the hospital to get stitches." Soren said, longingly gazing at a vending machine on the opposite end of the waiting room. He hadn't eaten all day and was starting to feel hunger pains.
"What!?! When? How? What the hell happened!?" Ike asked, shocked so much had happened in the short time he'd been gone.
"Well, apparently Marth thought that he saw a bee. So he threw a stapler at it. He missed the bee though, and decked Roy in the face."
"A bee!? Overreacted a little, don't you think?" Ike asked, trying to hold back a chuckle.
"Yeah, well apparently he's allergic. " Soren said, sighing and rubbing his stomach.
"You'd think all the bee's would be in hibernation by now. It's the middle of fall." Ike said, knowing it had obviously been a lie.
"Well, who knows."
"So you called because…" Ike asked, waiting for Soren to finish his sentence.
"Oh, right, just to tell you why I left the office. But also I need a ride. Marth drove to the hospital but left in a hurry with Roy. So I'm stuck here." Ike's heart leapt in his chest. I can tell him now! When I go to get him, I can tell him. Can I tell him? I don't know, what if he says no? He could say no…
"Yeah, I'll come pick you up. Which hospital are you at?"
"Um, Memorial I think. Yeah, memorial, on Route 7." Soren said, making up his mind to buy something out of the vending machine.
"Oh, that's not far at all! I can be there in about twenty minutes." Ike said into the phone, suddenly excited.
"You sound happy about something? What's going on?" Soren asked, glad to hear Ike in high spirits. The bluentette's face went deep red, turning to Pit, he saw the small brunette mouthing 'say I love you'. He held onto the phone for what felt like ages before finally hanging up.
"What's the matter with you!? Why didn't you tell him?" Pit yelled, anger and disappointment in his voice.
"In person." The bluenette said, staring down at the gift wrapped box in his hands. Beneath the green cardboard and yellow ribbon, was a red silk ribbon he had picked out himself. Tucked under the yellow ribbon was a card which read 'To Soren'.
"I'd like to tell him in person."
"Well I'm coming with you, for support!" The brunette said defiantly, his hands on his hips.
"Thanks Pit, you're a good friend." Ike said solemnly.
"Naturally." The boy beamed.
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Munching on the last of the three packages of Pop tarts he had bought out of the vending machine, Soren watched Ike and Pit walk through the door of the hospital. Swallowing, he placed the wrapper that still had half a pastry in it on the seat next to him.
"Ike!" Soren called, flagging the bluenette and his companion down. Immediately Ike waved back and jogged over to where the raven haired boy was sitting.
"Hey Soren, how are you?" Ike asked awkwardly.
"Not much better than when you left." Soren responded in an equally awkward fashion. The two stood staring at each other as a feeling of mutual discomfort grew between them.
"Hey, guys, are we just gonna stand here…in the waiting room…of a hospital?" Pit asked, tapping his feet on the ground with impatience. We need to get them in the car, Ike's never gonna tell Soren at this rate. The two continued to stare at each other, neither looking away but both wanting to. Pit sighed in exasperation and face palmed.
"Alright, break it up! Both of you, in the car!" He exclaimed, grabbing the 'couple' by the hands and pulling them towards the door.
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Grabbing the phone and answering before it even got to ring a second time, Roy was already excited.
"Why hello there Link!" The boy said in a heavy and melodramatic tone.
"Roy I'm in no mood." The blonde said, his patience already worn thin.
"Somebody sounds pissed." The redhead said into the phone.
"Roy, I swear-"
"Relax Link, relax. You needed to talk about something?" The blonde paused for a second, choosing his words.
"Yeah but…do you think I could talk with just you?" Roy was confused, they had only just met Link today. What could there possibly be that Link felt comfortable talking with him about, but didn't want to tell Marth?
"Why just me? Marth's cool, I know he seems like a prick at first, but he's really a sweet guy." Roy said into the phone, shooting a glance at Marth. Luckily the bluenette hadn't heard a word.
Sitting on the green sofa the two had rescued from a dumpster on campus, the boy was enraptured by the video game he was playing on the two's Gamecube. Resident evil, his personal favorite. Just as the redhead had confirmed that Marth hadn't heard the comment his lovers phone went off. The phone started to sing a high pitched version of Winter by Vivaldi, Marth's favorite song. Pausing the game and pulling his iPhone out of his pocket, the bluenette cursed.
"Its that stupid fucking detective!" The bluenette growled, sitting up and pausing the game.
"I'll take this one in the hall." Turing the boy opened the olive green door of their dorm room and walked out into the hall. Roy just barely heard the words "Marth here" before the door slammed behind his lover.
"Alright, sorry I spaced out there for a sec, so why not Marth?" The redhead asked, realizing his question had been answered while he'd been watching the bluenette.
"Well, he seems nice enough but a bit too…rational." The blonde restated. Roy immediately new what Link was getting at.
"Oh, and you're planning on doing something stupid? Is that it?" There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Depends on what you consider stupid." The blonde finally replied.
"Oh man, I like you! Lets meet somewhere though, Marth probably shouldn't hear this. It's for his own good."
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"So you aren't having sex with Link?" The bluenette asked again, making sure he had heard right the first time.
"Yes, what I'm saying is that me and Link haven't done anything…ever. Where did you get that idea? Wait, and how do you even know Link!?" Soren asked, still caught off guard by the question.
Both Ike and Pit exchanged glances, a grin on both of their faces. Pit's eyes were already moist and he was on the verge of crying yet again. The copper haired boy was overjoyed, he couldn't wait to get home to Link. I knew it, I knew he could never do that. Not Link, not my Link! The boy thought, overjoyed.
I knew it, Soren's not that kind of guy! I knew all along he was innocent…okay, except for that one time, but other than that. Ike thought to himself, ecstatic.
"I don't know Link." Ike answered.
"I know Link! He's my boyfr-"
"Yes, we already know that Pit! Ike if you don't know Link then how-" Soren tried to say, cutting off the brunette.
"It's a long story Soren, but the punch line is that-"
"You see we thought that Link was cheating on me!" Pit blurted.
"Don't jump ahead Pit, just let me tell the story." Ike reprimanded.
"Don't jump ahead? You were about to tell the punch line, how can you jump farther ahead then-"
"It's a figure of speech Pit, I didn't literally mean-"
"Oh my god what are you two talking about!" Soren yelled over the duo. Immediately both shut there mouths and turned to the raven haired boy.
"I'm calling Marth! He needs to know this. Man I'm so excited! I'll explain in a second Soren." Ike said, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone.
"Wait Ike, you can't just leave me hanging like that!" Soren exclaimed, still completely at a loss.
"Shhh! Its ringing." Ike said, holding his finger to his mouth and shushing the raven haired boy. Soren folded his arms across his chest and pouted in the passengers seat.
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"It's that stupid fucking detective!" Marth growled, really not in the mood. I just really, really hate that asshole. Pausing his game, Marth decided it would be best to take the call in the hallway.
"I'll take this one in the hall." The bluenette said, wanting to be considerate to his lover, who also was on the phone. This had better be god damn good Ike! I hate pausing a horror game, it kills the mood.
No Love Left, End