Well this was a bitch to update. I'll save that explanation and commentary for the end of the chapter, but for now I'll keep this somewhat short and say the required stuff. Homestuck was written by an an seriously twisted man called Andrew Hussie, not me. Along with stating the obvious I still don't have a beta. Also I found your wallet and plan on keeping it. You have been warned.

Haunted oblivion

Cold. It was relatively cold for an August morning. Rubbing his arms trying to form any kind of warmth he could Karkat Vantas, remained sitting on his suitcase in wait.

It had been four years since that day in his fourth grade class room. Four years since his older brother had found out the true horrors of his dreams. And one cold ass hour waiting for his brother to show up.

Puffs of white vapor were blown into the air with each out take of breath. Honestly this whole weather was ridiculous. He could see this shit happening in September but August? Late or not, august is a summer month and fall had no right to but in early and ruin it.

Pulling his red, black and grey Scarf closer thoughts of his discomfort only seemed to grow stronger. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that an old beat up junker car finally pulled into the driveway.

Trying to ignore the feeling of eyes that he knew for a fact where watching from the house behind him, Karkat sat up and moved to pick up his suitcase.

Hearing the sound of the cars driver side door open he didn't even bother looking up from his bag. "Stay in the car Kankri."

"Last time I checked I was the adult Karkat," Kankri said getting out of his car and opening the trunk.

Sighing Karkat walked over to join his brother, his suitcase trailing behind him. "You know dad did say if he ever saw you again he'd make you regret it. He's probably getting his gun right now."

"Yeah well I don't really see any reason to care what dad thinks anymore," Kankri spoke a slight trace if offense noticeable in his tone.

"Oh yeah?" Karkat challenged putting his suitcase in the back. Closing the trunk with a dull thunk Katkat leaned against the vehicle and raised an eyebrow. "Prove it."

A small smirk tugged on Kankri's lips. "I do hope that finally making contact with them since a long four years of absence only to be taking in my gay baby brother who'm had written to me of his unfortunate circumstances isn't to triggering to him," he seemed to pause taking in Karkat's unimpressed expression before adding, "That and I may have written a concerned letter to the churchgoing community of certain rituals and sacrifices that I was oh so certain I had witnessed before I left home and that I was coming back to "rescue" you from the wrong doings of our father to protect your mortal soul, but I am absolutely positive that will by no way effect fathers position in this small town community."

A moment of silence passed before Karkat rolled his eyes and embraced his brother. "I'm not gay asshole," he murmured into his brothers shoulder. "Just undecided.."

A deep chuckled escaped the elders throat as he returned his brothers hug. "You kissed a boy and you liked it Karkat." Pulling back from the hug he gave a slight smile "I'm pretty sure that's at least slightly homosexual."

Giving his brother a judging look he then proceeded to turn around and head to the passenger side. "Whatever, not like I was expecting you to miss me too asshole."

"On the contrary, I've been quite excited to see you again," Kankri chuckled, also heading to his side of the car.

"I'm sure you have." Karkat responded in a monotone, not letting himself believe his brother for a minute. After all who would miss such a low piece of shit like himself? Hell no one in this stupid town his parents made him move to was going to miss him. They were probably delighted to have the odd kid with the "evil" eyes to be gone. No one would miss him, not his parents, not his teachers, or any of those so called friends he had back at the middle school. Maybe it would of been best for him to just disappe-

"You remembered to pack your medication right."

Huh? Snapping himself out of his thoughts he saw Kankri with his door open, looking at him over the car. That.. hadn't sounded like a question..

"Of course I did.." He mumbled quickly getting in the old car. "You only reminded me several thousand times on your way here."

Also entering the car Kankri turned the key allowing the engine to roar to life. "Good. When was the last time you took it?"

"Kankri I don't see how this matter-"

"Karkat Samuel Vantas." Kankri said his eyes never leaving the Younger's. "Answer the question or we're not going anywhere."

God damn it. Leaning back in his chair he closed his eyes and waited for the verbal lashing of a life time. "Two weeks.." He muttered under his breath.

When his only response was silence Karkat opened his eyes in surprise to find Kankri only gazing at him sadly. The elder brother then turned off the parking break and started to head down the road. After a few blocks of uncomfortable silence Kankri spoke up.

"Guess you'll just have to take it when we get home then. Until then you should probably rest.. You look awful."

No shit. Anyone would after getting kicked out of their own home... Though it's Somewhat surprising that Kankri was addressing his.. Issue so calmly. Turning to give the other an odd look his mouth unwillingly voiced his thoughts aloud, "You've.. Changed a lot in these past years, haven't you?" The moment he realized he spoke, he began silently wishing he hadn't.

Kankri's grip slightly tightened on the wheel but his face seemed more melancholic then upset. "So have you."

Silence filled the rest of the trip. The few remaining stars in the sky soon becoming washed away with the early morning sun rise. Kankri was right. He had changed.

After having to explain to their parents why they had come home early that faithful fourth grade day, his parents had decided to move from embarrassment. For reasons Karkat had never been explained Kankri was left behind. The rest seemed to go down hill from there.

Years of pointless nightmares had finally started to come into effect when he reached middle school. He became surprisingly quiet. No one seemed worth getting to know at the school, so he didn't try. Soon that became his logic for almost everything. If it isn't worth it, why bother trying?

It wasn't until the end of sixth grade he had been diagnosed as depressed. It didn't feel surprising. Deep down part of himself knew he wasn't being himself, but after a while he stopped taking the medication given to him regularly. Mostly for the same reason he started taking the medicine in the first place. The person he had started acting like didn't feel like himself ether. It wasn't until the middle of seventh grade did things seem to get any better.

One day out of the blue he had received a text from an unknown number. After a few doubtful conversations Karkat learned that it was, in fact his older brother. As much as he'd hate to admit it, texting Kankri had helped him out a lot that year. Most of this year too... Well... Him and, David Hinder.

He was three months into the school year when he met Hinder. He had been texting Kankri about his recent test scores when out of the blue a kid with blonde hair and blue eyes came up and introduced himself as David Hinder. Karkat wasn't sure why, but with in the first few seconds of meeting him he had decided he hated Davids eyes... And his last name.. And his face. But surprisingly not David himself.

David started to hang around him a lot for no given reason. Or, well, no reason Karkat could think of at the time. It wasn't until the last day of school with no reason or warning David had kissed him, and oddly enough. Karkat had kissed him back. Thus somehow fucking up his life even more then it had been before.

David moved away a week after he had kissed Karkat, but not so surprisingly the rumors that had been spread about David and Karkat right before David left, didn't.

Thankfully Karkat had been able to make it through most of winter before the small town rumors had reached his family. His dad had given him am hour to pack and thus leading him to his current situation.

So yeah maybe he had changed since they last met. He was no longer the angry kid with a chip in his shoulder being haunted with constant nightmares. He was Karkat Vantas, the depressed teenager starting his freshman year. Dreaming of oblivion.

Hell yeah time for my rant. So okay, I planned on updating Friday but ended up coming home from a thing later then planned and promptly passed the fuck out. Then this morning I spent the second half of two hours looking for my laptop. The first half was spent in a dazed, half asleep state wondering why the hell I was sleeping on the stairs. Then when I did find it I couldn't get into my account and decided to try again this evening. So here I am updating.

Now time for some stuff actually related to my story. First off it was also hella fun to write, though I do feel the need to explain Karkat's and Kankri's ooc behavior. It has been a four years, five months and probably a weeks since the Vantas brothers have seen each other, and as you can tell some shit went down since then. I mean honestly how many of you are exactly the same as you were in fourth grade? Karkat kinda told a few of his reasons for his new state and Kankri's new found "chill" will be explained in the next Chapter. Though try not to worry too much about it just bare with me to and see what happens. Also David Hinder is not Dave. He's just a likable asshole I made up in my head to for the sake of plot. you will probably never see the name ever again. Also Karkat isn't technically sure what his sexuality is at this point so don't be like Kankri and label him just yet.

So yeah, with that stuff out of the way I can finally say, "Holy Smokes Batman!" The got a better response then I thought it would. Thanks for following and favoriting it made my day. For new readers feel free to do the same if you wish, for everyone who followed last chapter feel free to unfollow if you read this and are currently wondering how late you stayed up when you followed this story.

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