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"Mr Spine?" The tired blue-haired boy muttered, staring in shock at his currently 'unavailable' homeroom teacher who for some reason involved in what seem to be a fight. The other man who had just knock his teacher unconscious immediately looked over with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey kid!" The aqua haired man yelled startling, the still staring bluenette so bad that he actually jumped about a foot in the air before landing unsteadily on his feet and slipping, knocking his head on the ground which ultimately rendered him unconscious. 'this is really not my day… and now i'm about to be murdered by the mafia who killed my teacher' was his last thought before he drifted off.
Said 'mafia' just stared dumbstruck at the blue haired kid sprawled rather weirdly in front of him. Was he really that scary? Sighing, he quickly walked over to the boy knowing that his husband will wake up soon. He always does. He never seemed fazed for long by his rather well, brutal way of expressing his emotions.
Reaching down for the boy, he quickly lifted him up bridal style noting how light he seems to be before bringing him to the nearest bench so he could be more comfortable when he woke up. Something cold suddenly touched his cheek and if he was a normal man he would have jumped and probably screamed or something, but as he is Russell Spine all he does is twist the hand holding the cold object and quickly pulling him into a chokehold. When he noticed the perpetrator was actually his husband, he blushed before further tightening his chokehold.
"Do you wanna die you idiot bumbling moose?! You really are a masochist i swear!" He yelled while his husband just laughed happily. Considering that this situation happens way more than it should, that may not be a correct response. Nor is the next one he uttered.
"Haha! I thought you knew that when we did that thing with the rope and the pirate and captive rolep-"
" If you continued that you're gonna have to find a hotel for tonight!"
"Oohh! abandonment play!"
"Seriously just shut up!"
"uhm… " a voice muttered. startling the arguing couple from their rather one-sided argument. "Sir… you're still in public sir". Turning around, Russell face immediately burned red when he noticed that a crowd had started to gather around staring curiously, before he changed it into a fierce glare which is effective in making the place completely empty in a second other than said couple and the now conscious boy whose face was a startling shade of white as he looked at his teacher in almost despair.
"I really don't need to know that" He muttered quietly enough that his teacher nor his terrifying husband can hear him. He would never be able to look at his teacher without thinking about that ever again. At that thought his face immediately become green and he raised his hands to his mouth in an attempt to stop himself from emptying his stomach.
As if just noticing his predicament, his teacher immediately turned to him and started asking question. His face serious instead of the usual absentminded smile on it. He asked whether he feel nauseated in anyway while touching the swelling on his head which he replied with a no though it does hurt, whether his stomach is fine which; It is, he just hasn't had breakfast yet and the knowledge of his teacher sex life is something he rather not know forever please, and last but not least he touched his forehead with Splendid's which lead to him blushing because he may be a bit oblivious, but he does have eyes so he know how good looking his teacher is. Which apparently is something his husband know as well if the scary glare directed at him is any indication.
"Well, you seem to be a bit warmer than normal, that could be the result of your exercise or it could be exhaustion- you haven't been sleeping well have you?" Blinking, Splendid asked his teacher "How did you-" But his teacher cut him off by continuing his examination "You should probably rest up and just sleep, if you keep this up you could fall ill and as your teacher i can't let that happen so come on. We'll take you home."
Confused by the long sentences and maybe due to the slight dizziness he still felt, he barely heard most of what his teacher said but he did notice the last part. "What? No it's okay sir, i can walk home fine"
"Yes, yes," he replied. "But we have a car." he continued with a solemn expression as if what he's saying is the logical conclusion to a complicated equation. which is not a good metaphor but sue him, he just knocked his head. He may have a concussion! And now he's talking to himself.
"If you don't mind then sir- " He mumbled out.
"It's fine." The aqua haired man, his teacher husband replied as the other has already run off, presumably to get the car. "Besides, you don't look like you can even stand let alone walk, so you getting home by yourself is near impossible."
"Thanks, uhm Sir" he mumbled.
Rolling his eyes, he replied "it's fine, and you don't need to call me sir. I'm not your teacher. Just call me Russell. Or when i'm working Mr. Spine is fine."
'working?' The blue haired boy thought before asking, "What do you do then, uhm.. Mr. Russell"
"Russell, and i work in the navy."
"Eh?!" a raised eyebrow and a glare later he quickly continued " ah, no, i just thought that you're a tattoo artist, or a bodyguard… or mafia boss" with each word, his voice become less and less audible but still enough for the aqua haired man to hear as he immediately doubled over laughing. Splendid face bloom red at his mistake, becoming redder and redder the longer the aqua haired man laughed.
Thankfully, his teacher drive by a second later, staring confusedly at the laughing and mortified duo. "What did i miss?" he asked happily.
"Nothing sir. " Splendid muttered while hurriedly climbing into the backseat.
Snickering with tears in his eyes, Russel climbed the seat next to his husband, smirking at him as he said "Nothing indeed. Your students seem to have the idea that i work as a mafia boss" which lead to him to laughing again, though less loudly this time and more discretely.
However, instead of laughing all Lumpy said is, "eh, but didn't you use to be one… well not a mafia boss exactly, certainly a boss, well more a captain, a pirate captain which is not that different from a mafia boss really, taking money, killing those that betray them "walk the plank" haha! remember that Russell!"
"No…" The aqua haired man answered slowly. Looking at his husband in confusion."Is that one of your dreams again Lumpy?" He asked.
"No, it's my memory from the past. Those were the days huh. it was painful but i met you so i don't really regret anything and i met you again today. "
"Love," Russell said, in a loving voice that is somehow full of pain and helplessness at the same time while caressing his husband's cheek, "I know. But can you come back here. to 2016 . to our marriage life. to me. your student is at the back seat of our car you know. we need to send him back home. Don't cry please."
As if just noticing the tears that are steadily falling down his face, Lumpy raised his hands to his cheek, wiping a few of the droplets off it before he stared at it. His face crumpled as droplets of tears immediately become a river as his husband immediately hug him. "I'm glad. That we have this second chance. That they have this second chance. I'm happy i met you again. I love you you know that right Russell. Then and Now. always you."
Feeling like a bystander, Splendid forced himself to sleep. It felt like a private moment. He didn't know what happen in his teacher's past. It seems like something bad happened though that is none of his concern. Slowly but surely, with the agonising sounds of his teachers choked sob as the background and heart clenching pain that he can't help but feel, he drifted off to sleep.
As that was going on, another unfortunate turn of events had started to occur. Such events involved a some what on edge Flippy along with a just as on edge Splendont running into one another. For several moments the two just stared at each other unblinkingly before Splendont finally spoke up.
"Well isn't this just great….your the last bastard i wanted to see"He said with an edge to his voice as he growled at the green haired boy.
Flippy merely crossed his arms looking at the other calmly"So you seemed to have retained your memories as well….whether thats a good or bad thing im feeling a bit on the fence about it"
His eyes narrowed at that statement. "Why, so you could hurt him again, and i would be completely oblivious wouldn't i? Until one day i would find his dead body-"
"It wouldn't happen. I wouldn't let it happen… not again. never again." He swore quietly but with determination and certainty/confidence colouring his voice, clenching his fist, his nails clawing at the part of his arm above his elbow as it was still crossed over his chest.
"... It might not be you, it might be that other you who i'm sure wouldn't care about killing him-"
"WE WOULD NEVER KILL HIM! DON'T SAY FUCKING BULLSHIT THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT! YOU. DON'T. KNOW. ANYTHING!" The voice that yelled was different from the green haired usual voice. More uncontrolled, deranged almost. "We would never EVER hurt him! and we would kill anyone who do so-"
A snort. "Well you failed didn't you" Splendont stated while looking straight at Flippy's eyes. At those unhinged yellow that is staring right at him which people usually avoid. But he's not afraid. He had already been forced to face, to come to terms with his worst fear. This. Is nothing compare to-...
"We did. That wouldnt happen again. Mistakes are something that can only be made once after all. " He grinned maliciously, his eyes glinting coldly at the red haired and despite his best affort, Splendont couldn't stop the shiver he felt at being the focus of those eyes. "We wouldn't let them go. Those who hurt him. We would hurt them back, a thousand- no! more than trillion more pain. cut them, strip them, deboned them, just a little bit of that and they wouldn't be able to die, just laying there all helpless, all crying all begging, blood everywhere… it was wonderful. but you know, after everything, we cried you know. He was still gone. so we decided it wasn't enough so we slashed more, hurt more. made them cry more. lots more. cause it still hurts you know" He clutched his chest, his face a mirror of childish innocence before it twisted into cruel grin. "It was fun but not enough. if they do it again this time, we would do it again a million times over. They would never be safe. Because you know, mistakes can only be done once… have we told you that. we have didn't we! haha" and then he started giggling.
Splendont stared at the other in shock, stunned for a moment before shaking his head and walking up to him."Flippy i suggest you get that other personality of yours under control….or…"He said as he cracked his knuckles forming a fist."I'll do it for you." With that said he punched the other knocking him back several feet.
Flippy let out a grunt of pain, doubled over on the ground. He looked up the yellow of his eyes now replaced with his natural green. A slightly pained smile came to his lips as he struggled to stand.
"I don't know whether to thank you or punch you back…."
Splendont rolled his eyes and turned his back on him. He started to walk off but stopped a moment in order to look back at the other"Stay away from Splendid….you being around him will just lead to the past repeating itself…"With that said he turned with a glare and walked off.
Giving a tired sigh Flippy merely shook his head as he watched the red headed teen walk off. "If only you knew….the past repeats itself either way….I'm just hoping to change it enough so that he could at least survive…"He said softly to himself in almost a desperate and hurt voice.
The next day, early in the morning when the sun hasn't managed to even rise yet, a boy can be seen walking on the barely-lit sidewalk. He has his eyes closed, headphones on blasting loud music in his ears probably damaging it in the process. He seems to be walking without any destination in mind. His hand shoved deep in his pocket, face tilted upwards towards the sun. Lost in thought, the boy unknowingly walked into a dark tunnel that connect the residential area he was currently in, to the shopping square located on the other side of it. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he failed to notice a group of rough looking delinquent staring at him. They have found their prey for today it seems. Grinning maliciously, they quickly moved in tandem, a pack of hungry wolves on the prowl and their food today look particularly weak. They were confident, they have deadly weapons in their arsenals and they were sure to capture this prey. With those thoughts they pounced. The dirty stained walls of the tunnels become further soiled when with a splash it was covered in a horrifying amount of blood.
and it drip and drip and collected into a pool of crimson puddle surrounding a body of a person.
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