Post by RohaHat on Nov 8, 2009 18:11:55 GMT -5
A GKND oneshot. Teen Etoile discovers the pain of heartbreak. D: (Etoile and Nalo are about 13/14/15 years old, or the equivalent age for their planets).
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Seeking Solace
It was a little past midnight in the Galactic KND base. Inside the gigantic multicoloured structure, the corridors were mostly empty. Although there were very few operatives aboard the ship that wanted to go to bed when their parents told them to, the building’s hallways could become very dark and uninviting once the lights were dimmed.
But in one passageway, footsteps echoed off every metallic surface. Rapid and irregular, accompanied by ragged panting and choked sobs, the figure stumbled his way down the hall as fast as he could. Tears blurred his vision, but the image of what he had seen was still fresh in his mind, perhaps burned into his retinas forever. He skidded around corners and threw himself down staircases, and by the time he reached his destination it was a surprise he was all in one piece, physically. Flopping against the door, he hammered his fist against the barrier several times. Leaning all of his weight against the door, fighting to draw oxygen into his lungs, the tears slid freely down his face, flowing fast and dripping onto the floor below. When the door opened, he fell forward, barely managing to catch himself even with the help of the girl in the room. He hardly glanced up at her through his curly mop of hair before throwing himself at her, wrapping his arms around her tightly and sobbing relentlessly into her chest. He felt her arms around him instantly, but it hardly registered in his scrambled brain. Right now, all he knew was despair. Even the tips of his fingers, often alight with excitement, were as dark and dull as the sky outside.
Etoile wasn’t sure how long he cried for, but once he became aware of his surroundings again, he noticed that his friend had carried him over to the bed, and he was sitting instead of standing. It startled him that he didn’t remember actually moving, but one thing of which he was certain was that Nalo hadn’t let go of him once, and was still sitting beside him, holding him close. The sobs had stopped, but the tears were still moist on his cheeks, and he’d left a considerable damp patch on his friend’s shirt; he vaguely noticed that she was still wearing her daytime clothes, which wasn’t really surprising, considering her fondness of the night time. Blanking out again, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind when a tissue appeared in front of him. His mind still jumbled, the boy just blinked and looked up at the girl, who had the peace of understanding on her face. She didn’t even know what was wrong with him yet, but she was still there for him. Finally he made the connection and hesitantly took the tissue, coughing a little as he cleaned himself up.
“Sh… she was with someone else…” he managed to choke out quietly, his expression masked by the movement of the tissue. “I saw them… k... ki--” he couldn’t bring himself to say the word and only let out a squeak of unhappiness instead. “Y-y’know…” he continued, his voice breaking. It took several painful seconds before he could bring himself to speak again, and despite the moment of recovery, his voice hadn’t changed. “And when she saw me, she didn’t even deny it!” He was close to shrieking now, and he coughed again, shaking uncontrollably from the overload of emotion. Immediately after his outburst, he felt a hand gently stroking his hair, evidently trying to calm him down. It was working, slowly, and the traumatised boy gave up on trying to explain further. He figured that he’d given her enough information anyway.
As he breathed deeply, he became faintly aware of a quiet, scratching sound. Opening his tired eyes, he noticed Nalo had gotten her notebook out, and was drawing something. His eyesight was still a little fuzzy from the tears, so he couldn’t see what she was drawing, but he was used to her using that notebook to communicate, and he knew she’d show it to him when she was ready. If she was planning on showing it to him, anyway. Resting his head against her shoulder, he let out a long, sad sigh, trying so hard not to let the events of the evening close in on him again. He felt so physically and emotionally drained, he didn’t think he could take another blow. A light pressure was applied to his arm, and he realised he was being poked. Raising his head and blinking a few times to clear his vision, he looked at the image before him.
On the paper, was a rough sketch of him and Nalo (both labelled, since it was a very rough sketch), and a heart above them, with “FF” written inside. Above, she had drawn an arrow pointing to the heart, and written “Friends FOREVER” and underlined the second word several times. In the corner of the page was a light-hearted doodle of Etoile’s girlfriend getting hit in the face with a Whizzbee.
The heartbroken boy couldn’t help but smile, and the fact that his friend could make him smile when he felt so awful managed to make him laugh. His chest physically hurt from heartache, but his best friend could still make him laugh. Thoroughly exhausted, the poor boy laid his head against the girl’s shoulder once more, a slight smile still visible on his face.
“Thank you, Nalo…” he murmured, feeling his consciousness ebbing away. He felt her arms around him once more as the black abyss finally swallowed him whole.
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Seeking Solace
It was a little past midnight in the Galactic KND base. Inside the gigantic multicoloured structure, the corridors were mostly empty. Although there were very few operatives aboard the ship that wanted to go to bed when their parents told them to, the building’s hallways could become very dark and uninviting once the lights were dimmed.
But in one passageway, footsteps echoed off every metallic surface. Rapid and irregular, accompanied by ragged panting and choked sobs, the figure stumbled his way down the hall as fast as he could. Tears blurred his vision, but the image of what he had seen was still fresh in his mind, perhaps burned into his retinas forever. He skidded around corners and threw himself down staircases, and by the time he reached his destination it was a surprise he was all in one piece, physically. Flopping against the door, he hammered his fist against the barrier several times. Leaning all of his weight against the door, fighting to draw oxygen into his lungs, the tears slid freely down his face, flowing fast and dripping onto the floor below. When the door opened, he fell forward, barely managing to catch himself even with the help of the girl in the room. He hardly glanced up at her through his curly mop of hair before throwing himself at her, wrapping his arms around her tightly and sobbing relentlessly into her chest. He felt her arms around him instantly, but it hardly registered in his scrambled brain. Right now, all he knew was despair. Even the tips of his fingers, often alight with excitement, were as dark and dull as the sky outside.
Etoile wasn’t sure how long he cried for, but once he became aware of his surroundings again, he noticed that his friend had carried him over to the bed, and he was sitting instead of standing. It startled him that he didn’t remember actually moving, but one thing of which he was certain was that Nalo hadn’t let go of him once, and was still sitting beside him, holding him close. The sobs had stopped, but the tears were still moist on his cheeks, and he’d left a considerable damp patch on his friend’s shirt; he vaguely noticed that she was still wearing her daytime clothes, which wasn’t really surprising, considering her fondness of the night time. Blanking out again, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind when a tissue appeared in front of him. His mind still jumbled, the boy just blinked and looked up at the girl, who had the peace of understanding on her face. She didn’t even know what was wrong with him yet, but she was still there for him. Finally he made the connection and hesitantly took the tissue, coughing a little as he cleaned himself up.
“Sh… she was with someone else…” he managed to choke out quietly, his expression masked by the movement of the tissue. “I saw them… k... ki--” he couldn’t bring himself to say the word and only let out a squeak of unhappiness instead. “Y-y’know…” he continued, his voice breaking. It took several painful seconds before he could bring himself to speak again, and despite the moment of recovery, his voice hadn’t changed. “And when she saw me, she didn’t even deny it!” He was close to shrieking now, and he coughed again, shaking uncontrollably from the overload of emotion. Immediately after his outburst, he felt a hand gently stroking his hair, evidently trying to calm him down. It was working, slowly, and the traumatised boy gave up on trying to explain further. He figured that he’d given her enough information anyway.
As he breathed deeply, he became faintly aware of a quiet, scratching sound. Opening his tired eyes, he noticed Nalo had gotten her notebook out, and was drawing something. His eyesight was still a little fuzzy from the tears, so he couldn’t see what she was drawing, but he was used to her using that notebook to communicate, and he knew she’d show it to him when she was ready. If she was planning on showing it to him, anyway. Resting his head against her shoulder, he let out a long, sad sigh, trying so hard not to let the events of the evening close in on him again. He felt so physically and emotionally drained, he didn’t think he could take another blow. A light pressure was applied to his arm, and he realised he was being poked. Raising his head and blinking a few times to clear his vision, he looked at the image before him.
On the paper, was a rough sketch of him and Nalo (both labelled, since it was a very rough sketch), and a heart above them, with “FF” written inside. Above, she had drawn an arrow pointing to the heart, and written “Friends FOREVER” and underlined the second word several times. In the corner of the page was a light-hearted doodle of Etoile’s girlfriend getting hit in the face with a Whizzbee.
The heartbroken boy couldn’t help but smile, and the fact that his friend could make him smile when he felt so awful managed to make him laugh. His chest physically hurt from heartache, but his best friend could still make him laugh. Thoroughly exhausted, the poor boy laid his head against the girl’s shoulder once more, a slight smile still visible on his face.
“Thank you, Nalo…” he murmured, feeling his consciousness ebbing away. He felt her arms around him once more as the black abyss finally swallowed him whole.
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