Oh my God I got this really giant comment saying that they liked my story on FF and I just died inside because I MADE DECENT OC'S WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I can't let my nonexistant fanbase down, so here's the next chapter.
"Don't talk to me. Don't talk. Don't." You ordered through clenched teeth. Kuroha followed behind you quietly with a mixture of confusion and anger showing on his face. He kicked a rock on the sidewalk hard and it flew into a passing car's tire, which made a loud clank against the rotating tires. You could care less about the car's condition. You were so enraged at Kuroha entering, no,BREAKING and entering the school grounds that you strictly told him were off limits and made himself known to society! You knew that it would have happened sometime, but not on his third day here! You were drowning in a storm of feelings. Anger, worry, confusion, self hatred for letting this all happen; they stung and pelted your inner conscience relentlessly without ceasing. Those butterflies from earlier returned, making you feel sick. You hugged your sides closer to yourself. You looked at the shade the trees painted onto the sidewalk to distract yourself.
Kuroha kept reading the packet that caused this entire fiasco to himself. When you exited the school grounds, you threw it at him to get his attention, and it was no surprise that he caught it without fazing. From the amount of info you gained from glancing at him every few seconds, he seemed to be entranced with it. You didn't think that he was the type to enjoy something as stuffy as Romeo and Juliet, but you barely understood Kuroha's character yourself now that you both established that he wasn't Murder McGee at the moment.
You tried to calm yourself down by pulling out your iPod and checked the time. Somewhere around 4 PM. You had a sudden thought about the other time zones around the world, and what people were doing right now. Somewhere it was 5, somewhere it was still night. The world never ceased to amaze you the more you thought about the mysteries of the world waiting to be solved. Scientifically proven or waiting to be discovered, reality was it's own concept of adventure. Some people have yet to find out this information.
This was an awkward scene unfolding right now in your own small adventure; you and a snake monster from another universe walking silently together towards your house and you deciding what to do about the scene he had caused earlier. What would be the best option to go through with? Forward encounter? No, you didn't want to risk the strangling again. A side counter, perhaps. Yes, that sounded like the best option to go with.
"Kuroha, you can talk now. But before you say anything, I have a question. Why did you come into the classroom in the first place?!" The birds chirped above the trees shading over you both which mixed into Kuroha's explanation.
"Another Kuroha explains it all situation, I see. I guess I have no choice to explain to the ignorant. You see, since we're connected, when you give me an order externally or internally, I still hear it and I have to obey it. I call it unfair treatment, but a contract is a contract, and I have to abide by that." He flipped over the packet page. "Your order was indirect, but you wanted me to give you your packet back, so you got it back. To be frank with you, I'm not used to this ordeal either, but we already know that by now, so it doesn't need to be stated again."
"That line you said out loud! WHY! Now my class is going to think that I'm into some sort of kinky garbage!" You kicked a rock like Kuroha did earlier. It skidded to a stop a few inches from you. Kuroha kicked it for you in your place.
"Is that what you're so upset about? Fear not. If it doesn't matter in ten human years, then it shouldn't matter to you now. Soon, you will all be dead anyways." He flipped the page again.
"Implying that you can't die."
"I will certainly outlive all of you, that's for sure." Another car passed by. "Master, I think that we should go on another ride with Andrew's truck."
"Too risky! We probably wasted an entire tank of gasoline the other day! He'll find out and he'll persecute Us. Me. Yeah, us. You don't want to see my brother when he's mad." You looked at a squirrel that scampered across the road and shivered at the thought of the last time your brother got upset. Andrew one time shoved a tuba over a person's head when they kept mocking his athletic ability. It caused a lot of trouble for your family, but Andrew was content with the whole issue. Sometimes you wondered how he hadn't managed to bring back the dead yet, but then you knew that he'd most likely make them dance to Thriller with him, so you disdainfully let that issue slide.
Speaking of the moron, Andrew was leaning against his truck right at this moment. He was tossing a rock up and down in the air, and when he spotted both of you approaching, he threw it down on the sidewalk. He had an intense gaze towards the man standing besides you, and jogged up to both of you. You gulped. He must have found out.
"YOU!" He yelled, jabbing his index finger into Kuroha's chest. Kuroha put the packet down into your slightly opened backpack and glared at him like Andrew was.
"Me?" He said calmly.
"Yes, the giant snake man on Isle Sidewalk! You! I know what you fucking did!" Kuroha pushed Andrew's glasses back up on his nose, which showed off the glare of the sun now, then slapped Andrew's hand away.
"Are you going to inform me on what I supposedly did wrong?"
"The truck." Andrew hissed. "The. Truck."
"Which truck are we discussing?" He said, apparently hoping to sound funny.
"MY truck! The one that YOU took without permission and drove around to who knows where!" He gestured dramatically to his truck like it was actually something to be admired and hung in a museum. You could almost picture a bunch of workers hanging up Andrew's truck in an Art Museum by a ridiculously tiny rope, and Andrew giving them horrible directions on where to hang it.
"Innocent until proven guilty. Implore me on how I stole your truck." Kuroha leaned against a tree. You stepped away from him a bit. Andrew huffed.
"Oh, proof? PROOF?! Yeah, I'll give you your freaking PROOF! Reason number one, my tank of gas has been depleted to almost half empty. Reason TWO." He pulled his keys out of his pocket. "These were in my left pocket. Excuse you, you absolute walnut, I only keep my keys in my right pocket. Yes, RIGHT pocket, because left isn't a choice!"
"How philosophical." Kuroha commented. He looked too amused about this whole situation.
"Shut up, I'm monologing! Anyways, then, you see how my truck is parked all the way from that first tree down there? Hm! I wonder how it could have gotten there! It's almost like someone TOOK MY CAR!"
"It's just a piece of machinery. Do you value that more than your own life?"
"Everything is more valuable than a lowly tuba playing college student who still lives at his parents house because of, I don't know, YOU. Actually, to be honest, the college dorms suck and my house is simply much roomier. That and there's no bed time when you're 'studying.'" He made quotation marks with his fingers to try and make a dramatic effect, which no one cared about. He might as well be Hagakure from DanganRonpa, since no one cared.
"Is that all you have to say to me, because I have much more important things to do." Kuroha shoved himself away from the tree and rejoined your side.
"Oh, yeah. Mom is out because of some community service issue. Apparently there's been some trouble or something at night. Nothing too big." Andrew shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Hold on, what?" You asked.
"Yeah, I mean she left behind brownies and everything! I bet they're stuffed with weed." Andrew smiled at his own joke.
"No, you moron! What was the part about trouble at night?" You asked once more. Kuroha began inching away from you slowly.
"Oh, yeah. That. Apparently some guy's been breaking into people's houses and forcing them to answer questions of their's. And they're really strange ones too. Mom said that one thing they did was force someone to draw them an entire map of the city, and then they left without question. Like, another case, they wanted to know where the library was. I mean, what kind of idiot does that?" Andrew kept blabbering as Kuroha walked away. You crossed your arms.
"Kuroha, sit boy!" You yelled, and Kuroha fell onto the ground with a slight yell. You jogged up to him as he raised up, rubbing his head. "That was you, wasn't it! That's where you've been going to at night?!"
"So what if it was me? I wanted answers, and you wouldn't allow me to go to those places even if I asked, so I got them how I wanted!" He was cross with you, you could tell. "It's not like they saw my face anyway. And if they did, you'd protect me like an endangered species so I wouldn't harm society or whatever pathetic excuse you want to come up with."
"Yes, and you harmed those people!" You yelled.
"I didn't even touch them, brat! Quit jumping to conclusions!" Kuroha yelled back, raising his voice louder than he had before. "I just wanted to get more books to read so I could occupy myself while you were gone!" The crows in the trees screeched and took off, leaving you both to glare into each other's faces. Kuroha exhaled sharply but he didn't bother to move. Andrew walked up to the both of you. His sneakers hit the sidewalk as he threw his arms around the both of you, separating you two on both sides of himself.
"I say we ignore this whole mess for now and go inside and eat an entire jar of Nutella and watch some Chowder." He said, forcing you both to walk towards the house with him. This was a tactic that he usually used to silence you when he fought with you over a silly matter. You were glad that he actually tried to make things better between people than make them worse.
"Likewise of you to suggest watching a food dish for entertainment." Kuroha spat as Andrew shoved you both inside.
"This poor man doesn't know what Chowder is! Gasp! The terror! That was the best show of the early 2000's besides almost everything else." Andrew sarcastically said, leading you both over to the couch. He opened up your father's movie cabinet and pulled out a copy of Chowder. He tossed it at Kuroha, which no surprise, he caught it. "You two can bond over some 4th wall breaking, while meanwhile I have to get some crud out of the oven because I smell it burning."
He dashed into the kitchen as Kuroha smirked. "Serves the bastard right." He looked down at the movie case, curious. "Explain this monstrosity, Master."
"Characters are named after food, there's 4th wall breaking, and the entire show is basically in itself a joke." You summed up. He raised an eyebrow, and sighed.
"I do enjoy things that make fun of topics, I suppose. Certain ones that everyone takes pride in that are downfalls to their eternal misery. I might as well watch it to waste time." He flopped back in the couch, and you silently cheered. You get to show Kuroha one of your and Andrew's favorite shows. Going over to the TV, you inserted the disk into the DVD player and turned the TV on. Sitting down with Kuroha, the menu screen clicked on and you pressed play. Nostalgia filled you as you sung along to the short but hilariously cheesy theme song.
"It begins with a stupid song to lure in mindless human beings. Classy." Kuroha commented sternly. It kind of hurt inside for him to say something against something that you like, but you let it slide. The episode was the one where Schnitzel goes to the bank with Chowder, and Chowder continues to cause catastrophic events to happen to Schnitzel. As the episode went on, the more you noticed Kuroha becoming engrossed into the show. Around the end where Schnitzel shoves the plunger over the robber's head, Kuroha broke out a small smile.
"I will admit, I relate to him." You looked at him, surprised.
"So, do you like it?" You asked softly. He hesitated, but nodded slowly.
"It's terribly stupid in the worst ways possible, but its stupidity provides me amusement. Plus, this Schnitzel character is quite possibly the most underrated thing thus far in the show! He basically represents every intelligent being caught in a storm of stupidity and is the punching bag for their amusement. He just wants some respect, but he's never going to get any, now, will he?!"
You stayed quiet for a moment as the next episode started. "You want respect?"
"Doesn't everyone? You and your damn brother treat me as either a joke or a threat. I just want you to trust me! Why won't you?" He paused and looked away with a look of realization. "Don't answer that."
"Kuroha, I want to trust you. Honest. It's just that..." You trailed off.
"I know. I know." He said roughly. You fiddled with your hands in your lap and watched the next episode in silence. Kuroha rose back up after a few minutes and watched too in silence. Once Schnitzel came back on the screen, he leaned his head on his arm on the couch's armrest and watched with interest. You wanted to apologize to Kuroha, but you didn't know how. You could only just regret what you said. Without thinking, you slid your hand on top of his to somehow, just somehow convey your worry and sympathy for him. He raised his head up slightly. He leaned back up into a proper posture and looked at you with surprise. You were shocked yourself, and you both just started at each other awkwardly.
He lowered his head and slowly placed his other hand on top of yours and smiled lightly. "Your hands are rather small compared to mine, Master."
You had to look away and suppress a squeal. You resisted a smile. "I-I suppose they are."
He paused. He took his and your hand and then entwined his with yours. "I could probably just break it right now by accident. You're so fragile. Like every other human being."
"W-Well, that's kind of obvious." You barely made out of your mouth. Kuroha looked at you with interest, but said nothing. Gosh, please let him be unaware of your infatuation for him!
"Master, I'd like to apologize formally for my behavior earlier." You couldn't believe it.
"Serious?"
"I'm serious. I didn't know that it would make you this upset. I... I read a lot of comments on the internet about me where some girls wished for me to actually do something like that, so when I got that command, I sort of wanted to impress you or something. Alright?! There, I said it!" He looked at you once more. "I thought that it would be a moment to somewhat redeem myself for my countless other faults against you and humanity, alright? Alright?!"
You thought that he was going to have an emotional breakdown again, so you nodded. "I.. kinda thought that you were hilarious." You whispered.
He blinked. "Y-You did?"
"Yeah. I mean, after all, you did rush in there and yell that line that scared the living crap out of Caulfield, and he hardly ever has any emotion." Kuroha seemed uplifted.
"I did?"
"Yeah!" You exclaimed. The quiet entered in again and now only Chowder was heard again with his funny, unintelligent lines.
"Master, please tell me something. And I want an honest answer."
"I'm listening." You sucked in your breath. Kuroha hesitated.
"Did you.. ever find me a likable character?" He looked back up at you with a very scared look. Your inner self screamed and set on fire, and you couldn't find the words to say. Was he... asking if you loved him? Would you say the honest answer? Yes. Yes, you had to. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Thankfully, Andrew came in to save for from your embarrassing moment. He held a platter of burnt brownies with ridiculous oven mitts over his hands. Kuroha quickly let go of your hand and turned back to Chowder with a sour expression, also hinting slightly at embarrassment.
"The stove did not turn down for what, and this is the result." He set them down in front of you. "They may be burnt a bit, but I still think they're in good condition to eat." Andrew honestly looked proud at his handiwork.
"You eat them, swine." Kuroha growled.
"Eat an entire mailbox, Fuckboy!" Andrew snapped back. Kuroha took one of the couch's pillows and slung it to hard into Andrew's face that it sent him falling onto the ground.
"I'm not even going to bother to yell at you because words have no value to an idiot like you." Kuroha bent over and picked up a brownie, eating it. He made a face and leaned over the couch and pelted Andrew with it. "A bit? They taste like charcoal!"
"How do you know what charcoal tastes like? Did you just shovel a bunch of it into your mouth and think that it was a foreign cuisine?" This time, the Chowder CD hit his face and he fell right back down with an over-exaggerated scream. You burst out laughing at your brother's comment, and Kuroha rolled his eyes.
"Don't encourage it. It'll get ideas."
"And when it does, it will never give up!" Andrew swept up the brownie into his hand.
"But you will let me down." You commented, snickering at your own joke. Andrew threw the brownie away and took up the platter.
"Well, now that is out of the way, we need to discuss what we're going to do about the whole breaking and entering thing. The truck, I can excuse, but this is going to get our asses on fire." His voice faded out as he departed into the kitchen, and came back without the brownie tray. "Like Kuroha said, innocent until proven guilty. Kuro, are you sure that no one saw your face?"
Kuroha pondered for a moment. "I think only one person did, and that was last night. Some little kid. Probably around 4 or 5 years."
"Oh, great." Andrew slapped his hand on his face. "We're screwed."
"Hopefully. Maybe I can finally get out of this dump." Kuroha smiled. This made you wonder if the last few minutes you shared together were even valid.
"Oh, yes! Imagine the danger that would bring to you and my sister! Good thinking, Kuro. I can see it now. Many attempts on both of your lives, the press hounding you everywhere, many other complex situations! What a great situation to be in." Andrew chided.
"You're implying that I can't stand up for myself, runt. May I bring up my history?" Andrew shook his head back and forth frantically.
"No, that's not needed. I just want to say that if they do figure out that it's you, then we have to take an evasive step of action and get around that possibility. Just, don't fuck up, alright?" Andrew patted Kuroha's head and literally skipped down the hallway. Kuroha grunted.
"Kuroha, are you sure that you're not going to get us into any trouble?"
"... I don't know."
I honestly have two endings in mind for this and I'm thinking about going for the latter ending, If it's good or bad, that's up to you. AND I FINALLY GOT A PLOT GOING YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. IN UR FACE RN. AND IT ONLY TOOK 8 CHAPTERS.
Oh, yeah, before I close, I REALLY would love to see your guys comments on what you would do if you had Kuroha as your ever loyal partner and companion. Mine is for him to just hold my hands, but I mean not like the reader did in this. I have naturally cold hands and I would seriously appreciate anyone to hold these things because then these things are too cold for Queen Elsa.