RANDOM FANFICTION

Is that a good "Pyon"?

IM SURE IT IS CAUSE EMMA ISH SUPAH AMAZING TO!

HUZZAH!

Lawl, YUS! Let's see how much I can comment on before bed. X'D All out of love, dear. All comments made with love...

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He had purple eyes, and bruised easily.Ha ha. Actually, Alex has super thick skin. He doesn't bruise easily. XD He was skinnier and prettier than most males who carried a semi-automatic in the back waist of their Abrecrombie jeans. (Stolen ones, probably. He wasn't one to take routine trips to the mall.)YUS. He never shops. Ever. Only once with Shi-chan and he pays for everything in hard cash. Store clerk = O_e He had straight white teeth so that, when he grinned before he fired, the irony made witnesses cringe. It might have been the smile that set off his newest victim, or maybe it was his tired gaze, but the hand at his throat and the bullet wound (clearly ineffective) in the guys heart left Alex speechless, and craving the taste of smoke and fire.

The guy had dark skin, (that made Alex sure he was dealing with shit high up on the food chain)That's be awesome if he really knew. XD Liger's have always assumed that all Tigon's are dark skinned. (Idiots.) XD I love that. "Shit high up on the food chain". Too perfect. X3 and red eyes that couldn't be replicated with contacts. There was too much light and blood and anguish in them to ever be imitated by CGI or paint.Yes! I can never draw them correctly, but you understand perfectly! The hand around his neck tightened, lifted him to his toes. Alex fired again, right into the guy's thigh.*wince* Ouch. He winced, but didn't crumple, as if metal tearing through his muscles wouldn't render them any more useless.Ha ha. You're screwed now, Alex. X'D

The guys invulnerability sent a rush of excitement and intrigue through Alex,You did that on purpose. =///=" made his hands tense, unwilling to pull the trigger and waste another bullet.

"Fuck," Alex scraped from the back of his throat, smirking, despite the situation. "Why haven't we met before?"Gawd, I wish they actually met like that. <X'D



That was the first time he'd met Shiboyou, the broken pawn of this stories intricate plot.O_O ...Yes, continue... They were fire and ice, clashing in temperature, steam hissing and exploding through the air every time flesh met flesh.Once again, on purpose. =///= A bittersweet mix with odd habits.I love that section so much. How fitting. X///3 Alex stumbling through his kitchen, one hand on an open wound, gushing blood on the linoleum as he balanced his weight on the counter, threw open the cupboard and spilled painkillers onto the floor and down his throat.Yes! This happens twice that we see. He just spills drugs into himself then takes a nap. X'D It's been working pretty well so far. He lived alone, and preferred it that way. If he ever hired a hooker, they'd probably end up dead.Fool! Alex is to good for hookers! >D Perfect. No one who stuck in his part of town lived for very long. Except for Shiboyou.Because we find out that not even pushing of the roof will kill him. 8D You put that on purpose. I love little lines like that. So revealing while still keeping deeper feelings a mystery. X3

Neither of them possessed a ray of light in this world. They were the shattered pieces of glass in the gutters, the torn leaves in the corners of brick alley ways, tossed and carried by a ceaseless wind. Alex was used to losing everything around him, whether to a bullet or a knife or a misconstrued word. The presence of Shiboyou was like having faith in the afterlife. He was The Bible when you're stuck in prison, being tried for rape and murder. You pray, knowing it's futile, but the possibility of redemption gives you hope enough to keep saying His name. Like a heartbeat. Over and over.Y...Yeah...! ,oAo

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.Aww... ;A;

So when Alex hit the couch in blissful unconsciousness,I lorv that description right thar. Fits perfectly. XD blood spreading across his torn up shirt and onto the cushions and clean white rug,Of course it's white. X'D it's not surprising Shiboyou is there. He had come for blood, but not like this.But it would do. X'D

"Mother f***," He hissed, voice hoarse from thirst yet unsurprised. (This wasn't the first time he'd stitched this bitch up.)Ha ha- Awww... <X'D Carefully, tenderly, because this guy was so damn fragile,Lawl. You're funny. Convenient sudden weakness. Yes. XD I have to explain to you one of these days how indestructible Alex really is. Shiboyou turned Alex onto his back, sticky crimson coating his hands and wrists.Yum. Sometimes, Alex seemed like a priority. An aspect of Shiboyou's life he was meant to beat and heal.Ha ha! Perfect description! Spot on! Sometimes, he hated the f***.Wait... w-what? O///o Other times, he loved him till it ached and burned....Y-Yes... =///= I love that line.... So fitting.

The needle and thread came out. Gruesome, but necessary.Hurr... Yay... Harsh, but required. If he lost anymore blood, he'd be empty and dead.Sounds like Shiboyou's thought process perfectly. Then Shiboyou would have to explain to God knows how many peopleIt makes him seem so loved... X3 that he didn't do it, and that, no, he wasn't happy about it.A ha ha ha ha haaaa! Perfect! X'DDD In and out he wove the thread, puncturing flesh and tugging it to the opposite side of the wound, wary of tearing it more. He couldn't work too slowly. If Alex awoke from his drug induced slumber sooner then anticipated, Shiboyou would have to gag and bind him.

It was hard seeing Alex's delicate frame so mutilated. There weren't many who could wound the guy, and those who could did so mercilessly. Shiboyou had to focus on the methodical push and pull of the needle to avoid his thoughts of how they did it, and who did it. Because, once he found out, he would tear them apart, limb for limb.

He tore the thread with his teeth (sharp as they were) and tied the knot off, sitting back with an exhausted sigh, the blood drying and cracking on his palms. Alex stirred slightly, his right hand curling as a quiet groan of pain issued from his lips.

He was so human. So very human. Maybe that's the real reason Shiboyou happened to be there this night. Because he knew, somehow, that the guy would be damaged as any night, and that he needed to be there for him, somehow, because no one ever was.

Alex murmured something unintelligible, mixed with a groan of pain as it was. He was coming to, his right hand reaching out slightly.

"What do you want?" Shiboyou asked, tone not all too kind, but not hostile, either.

"I need a light," Alex managed at last, squeezing his eyes shut against the sharp and acute pain running in jagged lines across his torso.

Shiboyou smirked tiredly, digging the Marlboro Reds out of Alex's old jeans pocket and a lighter from his own. "If you don't die tonight, lung cancer'll get you later, stupid shit."

"Yeah yeah, you're one to lecture on life or death, asshole." He let Shiboyou stick the cigarette in his mouth, light him up, took a deep inhale of bitter smoke, let it fill his lungs and slip out of his mouth in swirls of grey and charcoal. "What'd you come here for, anyway?" He mumbled between another drag, wincing.

Shiboyou scraped the blood on his left hand with one nail, watched as it came off his skin in flakes and powder. "Nothing, really." Oh, the irony. He wasn't getting any fix tonight, that was for sure.

"Uh huh." Alex wasn't convinced. "So you're saying you were walking by my place and figured 'Oh hey, Alex might be home', and wanted to join me for a nice game of poker while we watched the game. Right." Another drag. What a joke.

"Or maybe," Shiboyou leered. "I just was really horny, and wanted some tight ass."

"What? Your pretty little sunshine just ain't cuttin it?"

Shiboyou flipped him off, sat back against the couch, stretching his legs out on the carpet, turning his head to let his gaze travel down Alex's body, onto the large pools of blood staining the cushions. "How many times a week do you have to buy a new couch?"

Alex went back to staring at the ceiling, breaths short with pain as he grinned. "Depends. Sometimes twice, if the sex is good enough."

"You're going to have to buy a new one tomorrow."

"Why? Because of the blood, or do you plan on bending over for me?"

Shiboyou let out a short laugh, smiling genuinely, for once. He turned around, rose up on his knees so he could bring himself closer to Alex, meet his gaze. "Why haven't we met before?" He whispered, breathing out lightly, plucking the cigarette from his mouth. Alex didn't speak.

So for not having read your series, my errors are acceptable....? x'''''D

From what I've seen, it seemed to fit

@A@ Oh my god...That was so epic. ...Just holy shit epicness...

It was pretty epic. ;D

Ha ha! I love it because how well you correctly depicted them despite. X'DDD

Me+Lena: Fragile Alex. Lawl. 8D We needs to teach you... *hurr*

Yeah...Alex is indestructable...But I wasn't in that math equation...

Carly, I think Lena knows more about Alex because she's been in on the whole thing since 6/7th grade, and you've been at the end of 8th while I was still all like "Blegh! Does not want!" with you. ;A;

;A; I'm so happy that we became friends! Like you don't even know man!

O...Okay... ;A;

;A; I'm super cereal.

Anyway... >////<

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In and out he wove the thread, puncturing flesh and tugging it to the opposite side of the wound, wary of tearing it more.Oh, ouch. I love hearing about Alex getting his flesh cut, though, because it rarely happens. >D He couldn't work too slowly. If Alex awoke from his drug induced slumber sooner then anticipated, Shiboyou would have to gag and bind him.Actually, this might happen. XD Alex wouldn't be to fond of having the demon elbow deep in him. Especially not with a needle and thread.

It was hard seeing Alex's delicate frame so mutilated.I wish I was skilled enough to draw this. ;A; I always wanted to draw him beat up. The outside would match the inside... There weren't many who could wound the guy, and those who could did so mercilessly.Spot on. I hate Apple a little because of what he does to Alex. And Kyoro for messing with his head like that. Shiboyou had to focus on the methodical push and pull of the needle to avoid his thoughts of how they did it, and who did it. Because, once he found out, he would tear them apart, limb for limb....You know I love those two lines. You know I do...

He tore the thread with his teeth (sharp as they were) and tied the knot off, sitting back with an exhausted sigh, the blood drying and cracking on his palms. Alex stirred slightly, his right hand curling as a quiet groan of pain issued from his lips.Despite his indestructible-ness, this is very accurate. C:

He was so human. So very human.Oh gawd, you don't even know! Shi-shi and Shadow are constantly reminding Alex how human-like he is. How.. mortal and useless, being different and more "fragile" than everybody else. Maybe that's the real reason Shiboyou happened to be there this night. Because he knew, somehow, that the guy would be damaged as any night, and that he needed to be there for him, somehow, because no one ever was.A-actually... Shiboyou really is the only one there for him in the end. That's why we never hear from him every again after Shiboyou dies.

Alex murmured something unintelligible, mixed with a groan of pain as it was. He was coming to, his right hand reaching out slightly.

"What do you want?" Shiboyou asked, tone not all too kind, but not hostile, either.Exactly how he would talk to him in this situation.

"I need a light," Alex managed at last, squeezing his eyes shut against the sharp and acute pain running in jagged lines across his torso.Ha ha. Yes.

Shiboyou smirked tiredly, digging the Marlboro RedsI'm not going to start on this. Black market goods. Of course. XD out of Alex's old jeans pocket and a lighter from his own.A-ha ha ha ha haaaa. *only the mangaka would laugh so hard at this* "If you don't die tonight, lung cancer'll get you later, stupid shit."

"Yeah yeah, you're one to lecture on life or death, asshole."Ha. Owned. X'D He let Shiboyou stick the cigarette in his mouth,For some reason I really want to draw that... light him up, took a deep inhale of bitter smoke, let it fill his lungs and slip out of his mouth in swirls of grey and charcoal. "What'd you come here for, anyway?" He mumbled between another drag, wincing.It's either that question or "get out of my house". XD Accurate.

Shiboyou scraped the blood on his left hand with one nail, watched as it came off his skin in flakes and powder. "Nothing, really." Oh, the irony. He wasn't getting any fix tonight, that was for sure.You did that on purpose. I like picturing Alex as Shiboyou's drug. It's quite fun and fitting...

"Uh huh." Alex wasn't convinced. "So you're saying you were walking by my place and figured 'Oh hey, Alex might be home', and wanted to join me for a nice game of poker while we watched the game. Right." Another drag. What a joke.PERFECT! This is just like Alex.

"Or maybe," Shiboyou leered. "I just was really horny, and wanted some tight ass."... C8 ...

"What? Your pretty little sunshine just ain't cuttin it?"Oh. Ouch. O_e

Shiboyou flipped him off, sat back against the couch, stretching his legs out on the carpet, turning his head to let his gaze travel down Alex's body, onto the large pools of blood staining the cushions. "How many times a week do you have to buy a new couch?"

Alex went back to staring at the ceiling, breaths short with pain as he grinned.Aw. I feel bad that I haven't taught you well enough. Will you still love him after you learn he's not so breakable? I blame myself. ;A; "Depends. Sometimes twice, if the sex is good enough."This part... is actually form the series. X'DDDD

"You're going to have to buy a new one tomorrow."

"Why? Because of the blood, or do you plan on bending over for me?"... C8 ... I kinda wish the answer was "yes"...

Shiboyou let out a short laugh, smiling genuinely, for once. He turned around, rose up on his knees so he could bring himself closer to Alex, meet his gaze. "Why haven't we met before?" He whispered, breathing out lightly, plucking the cigarette from his mouth.I really want to draw this, too. Alex didn't speak.

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Mal! That was epic! You captured their personalities so well! I really feel bad now that it's dawning on me that you don't understand them as well physically, ;A; I wish I could draw them properly. Let me tell you, Alex didn't have a choice on the whole indestructible, thing. It's painful to watch an unflinching child stand there as his father presses cigarettes into his flesh... I owe you... more for this. X'D

Gawd. It's so perfect. The logical part of me is saying, "Shiboyou's just messing" while the illogical (95% of my brain) part of me is shouting "KISS HIM! DO IT!!!!!" X'DDDD

I want to write for you guys so you can understand.

But, in all honesty, would they still be one of your OTP's *faints from happiness that they have a fangirl. Yes. You are a fangirl X'D* if you found out that Alex wasn't as much fun when it comes to torture? C:>