#melon flowers

Red. Red, his favriote color, now the most sickening shade he could imagine. Red coated his hands, turning the grass black as the soil it seeped into, dying her clothes-- Jaden quickly looked away, struggling to even breathe properly as his chest constricted. "Why--""She got between us. She made fun of you." The voice that was always there wasn't a comfort this time. "She didn't do anything! You didn't have to-- you didn't-- she wasn't--" The young boy couldn't complete his sentence, wobbling brown eyes glued to the shell of his best friend, the longest friend he had ever had. He thought they were making progress, he had thought Yubel had learned that he could love multiple people at once, that they didn't have to--"Forget, darling," Scaled, hybrid hands covered his eyes, bringing a gentle darkness to his world. Jaden didn't try to fight it, knowing that when it lifted, the whole incident would be erased from his mind like so many times before. "Forget."

IdontknowmuchaboutHokutososorryifthisisshortandbasedonWikipediea“Okay kid, what the actual fuck is wrong with your hair?” Jun couldn’t resist asking anymore. He had seen the freshman around the Academy, each time his eyes were drawn to the ridiculous paintbrush of purple held up by a glittery hairband. He certainly had a unique style. Hokuto’s instant reaction was a defensive rage, not even registering who it was that made the comment. “What’s it too ya, trash! My hair is–” His eyes widened as he looked up, angry shout breaking into a stutter. Jun glowered down at him as the boy turned pink at the ears. “Y-you’re Ma-manjoume Thunder!”Jun's expression became a prideful smirk. At least someone had some respect around here. His voice dripped with mockery. “That’s my name. ‘What’s it to ya?’”

Jack watched quietly from the doorway, Seto completely unaware he was even there, eyes flicking in the blue light of the screen and fingers moving twice as fast. “Hey.”A delayed reaction, then he glanced up. His fingers didn’t stop, “What do you want?”“Get your ass in bed. This is the fourth night running on no sleep.” Seto didn’t bother to answer, going back to pretending Jack wasn’t there. In a second he was lifted out of his chair and into the air, carried away from his work faster than he had time to protest.

There was no doves, no cupids, no rays of light shining down miraculously at the confession. In fact nothing changed, nothing but Bastions soft smile under a sliver of moonlight. Chazz found that he preferred that over any sappy theatrics. His words were soft and simple, barley causing a stir in the air, but Chazz found himself baited on every word like it was a tidal wave. “I think I do too.”And it didn’t change a thing. How could it, when they had been in love since the moment they met?

"Jaaaack..."Said man jumped, scrambling for the remote, slamming the power button off before Chazz could see what was on the tv. He was about to snap, but caught himself. The little boy was cowering, half-hidden behind the door frame. The contrast of light from the hall and the darkness of Jacks room made it hard for him to see his little brothers face, but he could tell something was wrong. "H-hey kid, why are you up this late?" "I don't want to go back..." His tiny voice trembled, breaking into a squeak. He was having nightmares again.Jack studied Chazz for a moment, suddenly reminded of how Martha would comfort him when the wind howled through the orphanage walls. He stepped off the bed, scooping Chazz close to his chest. Chazz clung to him, tiny fists crumpling Jacks tank top. "Dont make me go..."Careful not to crush him, Jack laid on the bed, pulling the heavy blankets up over both their heads. Chazz made a questioning noise as Jack pulled out his phone, bright screen illuminating the little cave. Very grimly, Jack said. "Now you're stuck."Chazzs eyes were wide, big grey iris's reflecting the light like little stars as he broke into a giggle. "Nooo! That's not what I meant! Lemme out!""Nope." Jacks stoic face broke into a grin as he tickled Chazz, deep laughs combining with the boys high-pitched giggles and joyful screams. "You can't escape the tickle monster! Muhahahaaa!" Jack pulled his best dramatic voice, making Chazz laugh and clap. Jack sighed softly when Chazz finally calmed down enough to sleep. Chaz's head rested on his shoulder, Jacks arm curled protectively around his frame. Closing his eyes, Jack smiled. They would be okay.

Chazz struggled as he was dunked under the foamy water yet again, rough hands clutching fistfuls of his dark hair. When his tormentor dragged him back to the surface, he struggled to breath, nose clogged by heavy fumes, contaminated water pouring into his lungs. Acid was dripped onto his scalp, claws rubbing it deeper into his skin. Chazz thrashed screaming in agony--"Stop squirming, brat! I'm not letting you walk around the house smelling like a dead fish!"Sinking down to his nose in the bubble bath, a six year old Chazz Princeton glowered as Seto scrubbed him clean, hating every minute of it.

"Yesssss.... A little to the left.... Right there!""You're acting like a mutt.""I am nothing like that Wheeler guy. How dare you--""Loud, blonde, brash, talks with fists, struggles with money, sibling issues---""Shut up and keep scratching."