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 Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:37 pm
"W-what do you want from me?" Olan asked. "P-please leave me alone. I didn't mean to mispronounce your name. Wh-why can't you j-j-just get over it?" The tapping of Dustynn's foot was much louder than the silence that followed.
Suddenly, Olan found himself scrambling off the bed and toward the door, trying to steady his trembling fingers so he could unlock it. He didn't care if the gang leader was going to shoot him. Anywhere would be better than staying in the room with the now insane young man.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:40 pm
Dustynn calmly walked over to Olan and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. A small smile was playing across his face, since the boy's reaction was much more fun than he had anticipated.
"Just kidding. You overreact too much." He joked, ruffling Olan's hair and opening the door. "You want out? Go. But I'm warning you, Lorin may still be paranoid in my room, so it isn't the safest place to be at the moment." He smiled playfully.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:39 pm
Olan froze, unsure whether or not he should be upset. Just kidding?! Dustynn decided to act insane and strange all because he was joking! Then why couldn't he joke around with his gang instead of deciding to scare the daylights out of Olan?
"I don't think pointing a gun at somebody would be considered kidding," Olan said solemnly, stepping away from the door and Dustynn. "It would be considered a threat." He walked back to the bed and sat on it, trying to keep himself from breaking down.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:26 pm
"Wake up and smell the coffee kid, this is how life is when you live pretty much on the streets." Dustynn said, walking over to the window. "I can't even eat McDonalds." He muttered to himself. "But trust me, I can afford it easy. It's just that because I've lived on the streets, I've gotten used to the suburban cuisine here."
"Threats are taken as jokes, as jokes are taken as threats. You could call someone out, and they would take it as a joke and not show. Threaten their family, which they probably don't have, and they'll take it as a joke." Dustynn murmured. "But many times, they're serious."
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 10:00 pm
"You nearly gave me a heart attack, though," Olan muttered, once again crawling under the covers. "Do you actually think it's fun to scare me? I think I've had enough fearing for my life in a day." Despite being internally upset at the threatening joke, he was glad that Dustynn didn't plan on killing him.
"The street life sounds a bit strange, but that's because I've been living in a house all my life, huh?" Olan asked more to himself than to Dustynn. He then looked up the gang leader, who was standing by the window. "I kind of have a question to ask you, Loch-san."
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 5:29 pm
"Fire away kid, I have a good eighty something years." He said, running a hand through his seemingly soft hair. "I usually hesitate to answer questions, so it may take me some time before I actually answer." He warned, turning his lifeless eyes upon the younger boy sitting down in his bed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:58 pm
(Sorry about that. I was at camp. sweatdrop ) "Why did you protect me, anyway?" Olan asked after a while of trying to find the question. "I'm nobody important, or at least positively important. You could have just killed me or let me get killed by those assassins." He was struggling, for some reason, to keep his gaze at the gang leader.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:04 pm
Dustynn thought about the question, definitely thinking hard about his answer. Why did he protect Olan? Why didn't he just let him get killed? Was it just because that his father wanted him dead, and he didn't want to obey him? That was how it was in the beginning, wasn't it?
"Well, for starters... I have high regards for human life." The leader began. "I hate to see people die. It brings back memories best left forgotten." He said calmly. "In the beginning, I just wanted you to stay alive, to be protected, because my father wanted you dead. I just didn't want him to have his way. But during those eight years that I stood on the side, killing everybody that became your friend, it began to dawn on me." He paused, unsure if he really should say what he wanted to. Would he disgust Olan? Probably. But he was going to say it anyway. "It began to dawn on me... that I kind of liked you."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:52 pm
Olan had waited for Dustynn's answer for what seemed to be a few hours, though he was sure it didn't take that long for him to find his answer. He seemed to be strongly pondering over the question and for a moment Olan thought the gang leader would strain himself.
After a while, however, surprise and confusion would be evident on Olan's face. "I don't really understand," he said somewhat sadly. "What is to like about me? I seem to always get into trouble, so wouldn't that annoy you?" He was about to keep speaking, but then he stopped. There was no point in arguing about such a little thing, especially with someone like Dustynn. He could like whoever he likes, there aren't any boundaries, but Olan still couldn't help but wonder what was so special about him that the gang leader could possibly have been interested in.
He tried to think of the possible reasons that would at least seem to apply. His thoughts would be attractiveness, talent, and personality, but all reasons turned out with negative results. He wasn't attractive, his only talent seemed to be the ability to escape death, and his personality describes him being easily scared and completely helpless. None of those things could possibly be able to make Dustynn like him, so what is there that he didn't know about himself that was so special?
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:38 pm
Surprise and confusion was so evident on Olan's face that Dustynn almost laughed. Yes, it was difficult to figure out why he liked Olan. He possibly didn't even know it all himself, since it was his heart's intuition, not his mind's. He looked over the boy's profile over and over, trying to find something that he could tell Olan to satisfy his curiosity.
Then it came to him. It was so obvious that Dustynn almost smasked himself in the forehead. "You're just like me. Your helpless attitude is very... attractive. Just like a girl. I think that's what I like about you." He said finally.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:55 pm
"A-are you saying you think of me as a girl?" Olan asked with a strangely playful annoyance in his voice. "Besides, I'm not trying to be helpless. I just never get the chance to become stronger." He hadn't been aware of a pout on his face until now, and he looked away so he could hide it. Dustynn most likely had seen the pout, though, even in the darkness.
He had always been told by Somuka, before she died, that he looked very much like a girl. For some reason, probably due to her interest in homosexual relationships, she would often try to get him into a dress. He had always thought her to be insane, actually, but now hearing from Dustynn he could somewhat understand Somu's actions.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 5:47 pm
"N-no... I wasn't saying anything like that." Dustynn said, suddenly appalled by what the younger boy thought. "Your attitude is that of a girl. The helpless attitude. I just like your attitude." Dustynn muttered. "You don't look like a girl. No girl is as flat chested as you are." Dustynn said. "But you are also a lot like me."
He moved from the window and walked over to Olan, not noticing anything about his features in the stillness of the dark. His hand found the boy's shoulder, but instead of pushing him down onto the bed like he had intended, he just soothingly rubbed it rhythmically.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 6:39 pm
"How am I like you?" Olan asked as he turned his head and watched Dustynn approach. He soon became a little paranoid when the older placed his hand on his shoulder, but he relaxed when nothing too suspicious happened. Although nothing seemed to be going on at the moment, Olan kept his guard up. He didn't want to be caught victim to another joke or worse.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 1:09 pm
"You and I... our families were both killed in the 9/11 attack." Dustynn held up one finger. "Two, we both had a pretty rough childhood, dodging killer after killer coming our way." Another finger joined the first. "And three... we're both gay." He finished, smirking as he ruffled Olan's hair.
"But don't get me wrong... there's nothing bad about being a homo." He whispered, flopping down on the bed next to Olan. "Trust me. If there was something wrong with it, I'd be dead by now." He joked.
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