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Crescent Meadows

Chapter Two: The Stranger's House

Týr follows Kaoru into his house reluctantly. This was going to suck, he could just FEEL it. Kaoru is too evil for this to go well. Luckily, or not, there is no one else home. "Come on, we'll go to the couch. We can play video games or something…you Americans like that stuff." Kaoru says and Týr twitches. "That's stereotyping….and I'm not even American. Asni." The brunette laughs and wraps an arm around his shoulder, making Týr twitch even more. "Then what are you, Týr?" "I'm from Iceland; I'm Icelandic…Kaoru." He says, venom pouring out of his lips as he says the Asian's name.

"Oh my…so hostile." Kaoru teases, leading him to the couch."So…you don't want to play any video games?" He asks and Týr frowns. "I didn't say that…it's better than nothing." Kaoru shrugs and grabs the controllers, starting up the game. They play it for awhile until Týr has enough of Kaoru hogging all the weapons. "Damnit, share Kaoru." Kaoru looks over at him. "Make me." "Don't tempt me, I'll steal you controller and give me all the weapons." Týr says and Kaoru smirks. "I'd like to see you try."

Accepting the challenge, Týr reaches over to grab his controller, which Kaoru quickly moves out of his reach. "Stop being difficult." Týr says, moving closer to Kaoru. "Make me." "All I want is a couple of weapons, is that so difficult?"The smaller teen asks annoyed, reaching over Kaoru's head for the remote. "It is very difficult. Especially since I have to give to someone who doesn't play well." Týr grits his teeth. "I would play well if someone would quit hogging the stuff…" He crawls closer to the brunette on the couch and is now straddling his legs, still focused on getting the controller.

Týr hates to admit it, but he gets pretty competitive. He once chucked a controller at Mathias' head when he won a game. Tore actually laughed at that, it weirded out both Týr and Mathias. "You really want my controller, don't you?" Kaoru asks, bringing Týr out of his thoughts. "Yes. Now give it over." The brunette shrugs, putting the controller under himself. "No." Týr glares at him. "I hate you." "I don't care." Kaoru says and Týr reaches under him. "Give it over or I'll kick you." The brunette raises a brow amused. "Your form of four play is quite weird."

Týr's eyes widen and he sits up, his face bright red. "Wh-what? D-don't say creepy things…" He scolds before diving down to get the remote, his face becoming buried in Kaoru's chest. "…Says the boy nuzzling my chest…" Kaoru says, switching the controller into another hand. "I'm not nuzzling your chest, jackass…" Týr says in a muffled voice. "Kao-chan! What's u-?" Kaoru and Týr look over to see another Asian teen. He has short black hair and a strange flyaway curl on the right side of his head. "…Hello Im Yong Soo…" Kaoru says calmly, a horrified Týr still on top of him.

"He's cute, da-ze! Want to share~?" Im Yong Soo asks and Týr cringes, trying to find the fastest path to the door. "No, he's mine." Kaoru says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him back down to his chest. He's never coming here again. "Besides, you wouldn't want him."Kaoru says, pulling Týr out of his thoughts. "Why not?" Im Yong Soo asks and Týr twitches. Stupid Kaoru just doesn't know a good thing when he see-wait, no, he doesn't care what Kaoru thinks! What the hell?

"He's a brat. Now don't you have somewhere to be?" Kaoru asks and Týr can feel a strange tension fill the room. "But I want to play with-!" "Go!" Im Yong Soo pouts. "Fiiiinnne!" He turns and leaves the house as Týr quickly pushes away from Kaoru. "I think I'm going to take my chances and walk home…" Týr mumbles, climbing off the couch. "Ok, have fun with Im Yong Soo." Kaoru says calmly and Týr twitches. That sounded like a threat. A total threat. "…I really hate you." Týr says bitterly and Kaoru shrugs. "I'm not your biggest fan either."

The smaller teen looks at him annoyed. "Then why do you keep coming near me?" Kaoru looks at him seriously. "Because I enjoy angering you." Týr twitches. "Yeah, I'm definitely leaving. I'll wait outside." He mumbles and get up, going to the door. "Tell Im Yong Soo I said hi." Kaoru says and Týr glares at him. "He won't still be there. Idiot." Týr says before slamming the door closed behind him.

He leans up against the wall of the building and sighs. It's raining. Of course. The weather didn't call for rain, but it's raining. Because, you know, when you ask god if it can get any worse he forgets it's a RHETORICAL QUESTION. He sighs heavily and glares up at the sky. "This is all Kaoru's fault…" "Already blaming me for everything? It's like we're a married couple." Kaoru says blankly and Týr cringes. "You're not funny. Go back inside. I came out here to get rid of you." The smaller teen mumbles bitterly.

"I don't care. I'm out here now. So either stay with me or go inside." Kaoru says, becoming more and more drenched with each word. "…Fine, I'll go inside." Týr says and re-enters the house. He sits down on the couch and waits for Kaoru to come back in. After about ten minutes watching Kaoru get drenched from the window Týr groans and opens the door. "It's your own house, get in." Kaoru looks over at him, his face now covered in his bangs. "Hm? But I enjoy it out here." The brunette says and Týr groans, going back inside.

Soon he comes back out with a towel, not that he raided Kaoru's bathroom, and wraps a towel around the brunette's neck. Kaoru looks down at him confused as Týr drags him inside with the towel. "Týr…?" The brunette mumbles and Týr glares at him. "Shut up." He lets him go and sits back down on the couch. "You should go get changed." Týr mumbles and Kaoru smirks, patting him on the head. "You are so kind, Týr." The smaller teen fumes. "Don't touch me." "Says the boy who has been in my lap twice today." Kaoru points out.

Týr blushes and turns away. "I-I hate you." "You're pretty comfortable hanging all over someone you hate." Kaoru teases and Týr crosses his arms. "Where the hell is Tore?" The brunette sits next to him. "Oh? In such a rush to leave? But I have so been enjoying your company." Týr rolls his eyes, painfully aware of the sarcasm. "Oh yes, this has been lovely…" They both fall into a silence and Kaoru looks around for the remote.

The silence, which had so far been the best part of this experience from hell, is sadly cut short by a loud growl from Týr's stomach. "…Hungry?" Kaoru asks and Týr looks away. "No. my stomach was just cursing at you." Týr says, embarrassed, and Kaoru shrugs. "Then before it tells me off again perhaps we should assuage it." "No. Tore will be here any minute." The smaller teen says with conviction and Kaoru rolls his eyes. "Then have something quick. We have pop tarts." "…I guess that could work…" Týr mumbles and Kaoru points to the kitchen. "In the cupboard next to the fridge."

The brunette settles on a TV channel, ignoring an annoyed Týr. "You're going to make ME do it? I've never been here before!" Kaoru shrugs. "You'll be fine." Týr groans and goes to the kitchen, grabbing the poptarts and looking for the toaster. "Where is your toaster?" He calls out and Kaoru yell back. "We don't have one! Use the microwave!" Týr looks at him annoyed and goes to the microwave, which is all in Chinese. "E-eh…?"

He groans and places it in the microwave, putting it in for what he thinks is three seconds. Out of boredom he goes to Kaoru in the living room. "You have no toaster…" "Nope." "…But you have poptarts…" Týr mumbles and Kaoru shrugs. "We eat them cold." "…You're sick." The smaller teen says and Kaoru laughs a little. "Whatever you say." Their conversation is, luckily, cut short by the microwave beeping.

When Týr enters the kitchen he sees it full of smoke and begins to cough, looking for any sort of a fire. Seeing none, he opens the microwave and sees the food now turned into black lumps that are unrecognizable. "Wh-! Wasn't it only going for three seconds?" He asks himself, panic welling up in his chest. He opens the kitchen windows and turns on some fans and stands there in horror. "Oi, Týr, what are…? Is the kitchen full of smoke…?" Kaoru asks, entering the kitchen.

Týr looks at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I thought it was in there for three seconds, but I must have hit three minutes and now your kitchen is full of smoke and Yao is going to see and get mad and fire me and then Tore will give up on me and kick me out and-!" Kaoru gently places his hands on the panicking boy's shoulders. "Calm down, it's fine." He takes the ruined plate and food from Týr's hand and tosses them in the garbage before leading him out of the kitchen, the door behind them.

"With all the fans going and the windows open it will leave soon enough. And who said I was going to tell him it was you? I'll blame it on Im Yong Soo or something. He's always doing stuff like that and then denying it. So just sit down and breath." Kaoru says in a strangely calming voice. He pats Týr on the head and sits down next to him. "Chinese is hard to understand for those who…well…never learned it…I guess I should have done it." Týr looks at him pouting. "You think?"

Kaoru shrugs. "I guess I know better for next time." Týr's eyes widen and he looks at him in shock. "No! No! No! No! No! NOO! I WILL NEVER COME BACK HERE!" He exclaims, making Kaoru looks at him curiously. "I-! I'll clear things up with Yao about us being 'friends' and next time Tore is late I will wait outside the daycare." Kaoru shrugs, no trace of hurt or anything like that on his face thank god. Only amusement…because he's evil. "Alright, go ahead. By the way…your brother just pulled in." He says and Týr blushes a little about his blow up.

"…Right…bye…" Kaoru waves, an amused smirk on his face. "Good bye, Týr."

Outside:

Týr practically dives in the car, his face still bright red. "Something good happen?" Tore asks and Týr pouts. "If you call pissing off a weird cousin of Yao's, over-cooking something in his kitchen and making it full of smoke, and then blowing up at said cousin good; then yes, it was the best day of my life." The blonde stares at him for a moment in silence before finally speaking up. "…So you blew up at someone?" Týr rolls his eyes. "That's what you take from all of that?"

Tore shrugs. "Well, the other stuff isn't all that shocking; I knew you'd have problems with his cousin Kaoru, and all their appliances are in Chinese…so…but you blowing up…that's never happened…" Týr sighs. "I shouldn't have…he was nice to me when I filled his kitchen with smoke…" Tore looks at him surprised. "Kaoru was nice…?" "O-only when I was panicking." Týr says and Tore looks at him shocked. "Kaoru is never nice…" The smaller boy blushes, remembering the rain incident as well. "N-never…?"

A/N: This one kinda sucks I think...maybe the heat is making me cynical or something. Annnyyywaaayyyss...poor Tyr...I made him do what I did at a buddies house...lD oh well, he'll be fine.