Logos Naki World - My First fic...
Title: Logos Naki World - Part One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever rating cursing is...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: Of course they'll never belong to me. They belong to each other. ^_~
Notes: I know this one's kinda short and it's first in Patrick's POV and then Pete's POV. This fic will be darker
in the next several chapters and no matter what I write, I just want to
let you know that I do love all four boys.
That damn son of a bitch isn’t here. It’s way past fucking eight and he
told me not to be late. Jesus, what the hell could he be doing that’s
more important than what he told me that
was so significant? “Ffffffffffffrosted Flakes…” I muttered after
looking at my watch for probably the millionth time in the last five
minutes. I shook my head. I was impatient, yeah… and a little
frustrated. I fidgeted a little bit with the hat, brushing the hair
from my face a bit.
I jumped at the feeling of vibration in my pants… which was my phone. I
have a feeling Pete messed with it since it was vibrating… and all the
ring tones are screwed up anyway. I jammed my hand into my pocket,
fishing for it when something hard hit me and I vaguely felt the ground
move.
“You okay?” Andy… when did he get here? “You okay?” He repeated this time crouching down next to me.
“Head fucking hurts…” I put my hand to my temple, but it felt sticky. I
moved my hand away and squinted at my fingers in the dim light. There
was something on them, so I touched again. It wasn’t paint or gum… it
was blood. At least that was what my senses were telling me. What the
hell had just happened?
“I came down when Pete didn’t answer his phone.” He offered me the hand
up, “Looks like I made it in time. It looked like someone hit you
pretty good and took off when I came charging.”
“Thanks man.” I about fell over by the quick movement and he corrected me and gave me a moment’s support. “Where IS Pete?”
“Don’t know. He hasn’t answered his phone at all…”
“My phone rang but I couldn’t answer it in time.” This time I searched
deep into the tight confines of my pants to finally achieve my goal and
retrieve it. Now it was beeping. Glancing at it, it took me a minute to
get it to the section of the voice mail.
“If we are going to shed tears for
those we love, we are better off making sure they are important enough.
Tears can be the acid of our soul, escaping for reasons not worth its
burn. If they do in fact mean that much, then never give up on them…
Chances are you already have.” There was a pause of silence, “I hope you’re still quite alive, it’ll be more challenging for you to find him.”
I think I passed out again cause I heard Andy say something and then…
well the cold went right through me and I couldn’t see a damn thing.
***
“Wake up sleepy head!”
I heard a giggle. A girl’s giggle. I know I’ve had hallucinations from
lack of sleep before… but I don’t hallucinate about girls. Patrick
naked maybe… but not girls. But yet, there she was, sitting atop the
counter to the bar with her legs crossed at the ankles. In a black
dress with a Clandestine image imprinted across the fluffy skirt. She
couldn’t have been more than maybe 13. If she was, she was way shorter
than Patrick and I were. Well I always joked about us being midgets
using stilts. Maybe thinking about Patrick was bad. It didn’t look like
there was a bathroom around… well if worse came to worse I guess I’ll
just have to relieve myself somehow.
“I was hoping you weren’t going to sleep much longer even though you
look just so adorable while unconscious. I get really impatient
sometimes.”
I watched her hop down and skip over to me. She held out her short arm
and swung a pair of keys in front of me. I should have just kicked her
and then grabbed for the keys. Well… stupidity comes in all forms I
guess, plus I don’t know what she did to me to ensure a kicking anyway.
I heard the keys drop onto the floor across the room when she flung
them. That was the point where I realized I was handcuffed to the stair
railing… It was kinda uncomfortable.
“I just love you SO much!” She hugged her knees before she stood up.
“You’re just my favorite thing in this whole world!” She turned around
and picked something up off the couch and held it out. “None of my
plushies are good enough. Not warm like the man in the real flesh.” Now
that just gave me cramps. Not like girl cramps. Just the ones where
you’ve been kicked in the nuts hard enough to fucking puke. Fan or not…
this reminded me of Misery. I hope she really wasn’t that deranged.
“Penda. Go upstairs and get him something to eat.” I watched the girl bounce around me and hop up the stairs and out of view.
Great. Now it wasn’t just some obsessive girl fan with a bunch of
plushies that eerily remind me of voodoo dolls… there was a guy
involved too. Patrick and I must be star-crossed lovers. I wonder if
he’ll rape me up the ass to ship me back home. I shouldn’t cost too
much… I’m pretty small.
“She gets a little excited when she has something she really wants.” He
sat down on the couch and crossed his legs. “But don’t worry. She’ll
take good care of you until he finds you.” He chuckled a little, “Your
little love interest, that is.”
I kept my mouth shut. I could say something… I really could. But I
won’t. I swear on Patrick’s naked body I won’t… He has a gun and I
really don’t feel like getting shot today.
“Don’t worry. He’s perfectly fine except for the little gash on his
temple.” He leaned forward, “I hope he liked my little message.” He
held up my phone and pocketed it. “I expect a call from him soon.”
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever rating cursing is...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: Of course they'll never belong to me. They belong to each other. ^_~
Notes: I know this one's kinda short and it's first in Patrick's POV and then Pete's POV. This fic will be darker
in the next several chapters and no matter what I write, I just want to
let you know that I do love all four boys.
That damn son of a bitch isn’t here. It’s way past fucking eight and he
told me not to be late. Jesus, what the hell could he be doing that’s
more important than what he told me that
was so significant? “Ffffffffffffrosted Flakes…” I muttered after
looking at my watch for probably the millionth time in the last five
minutes. I shook my head. I was impatient, yeah… and a little
frustrated. I fidgeted a little bit with the hat, brushing the hair
from my face a bit.
I jumped at the feeling of vibration in my pants… which was my phone. I
have a feeling Pete messed with it since it was vibrating… and all the
ring tones are screwed up anyway. I jammed my hand into my pocket,
fishing for it when something hard hit me and I vaguely felt the ground
move.
“You okay?” Andy… when did he get here? “You okay?” He repeated this time crouching down next to me.
“Head fucking hurts…” I put my hand to my temple, but it felt sticky. I
moved my hand away and squinted at my fingers in the dim light. There
was something on them, so I touched again. It wasn’t paint or gum… it
was blood. At least that was what my senses were telling me. What the
hell had just happened?
“I came down when Pete didn’t answer his phone.” He offered me the hand
up, “Looks like I made it in time. It looked like someone hit you
pretty good and took off when I came charging.”
“Thanks man.” I about fell over by the quick movement and he corrected me and gave me a moment’s support. “Where IS Pete?”
“Don’t know. He hasn’t answered his phone at all…”
“My phone rang but I couldn’t answer it in time.” This time I searched
deep into the tight confines of my pants to finally achieve my goal and
retrieve it. Now it was beeping. Glancing at it, it took me a minute to
get it to the section of the voice mail.
“If we are going to shed tears for
those we love, we are better off making sure they are important enough.
Tears can be the acid of our soul, escaping for reasons not worth its
burn. If they do in fact mean that much, then never give up on them…
Chances are you already have.” There was a pause of silence, “I hope you’re still quite alive, it’ll be more challenging for you to find him.”
I think I passed out again cause I heard Andy say something and then…
well the cold went right through me and I couldn’t see a damn thing.
***
“Wake up sleepy head!”
I heard a giggle. A girl’s giggle. I know I’ve had hallucinations from
lack of sleep before… but I don’t hallucinate about girls. Patrick
naked maybe… but not girls. But yet, there she was, sitting atop the
counter to the bar with her legs crossed at the ankles. In a black
dress with a Clandestine image imprinted across the fluffy skirt. She
couldn’t have been more than maybe 13. If she was, she was way shorter
than Patrick and I were. Well I always joked about us being midgets
using stilts. Maybe thinking about Patrick was bad. It didn’t look like
there was a bathroom around… well if worse came to worse I guess I’ll
just have to relieve myself somehow.
“I was hoping you weren’t going to sleep much longer even though you
look just so adorable while unconscious. I get really impatient
sometimes.”
I watched her hop down and skip over to me. She held out her short arm
and swung a pair of keys in front of me. I should have just kicked her
and then grabbed for the keys. Well… stupidity comes in all forms I
guess, plus I don’t know what she did to me to ensure a kicking anyway.
I heard the keys drop onto the floor across the room when she flung
them. That was the point where I realized I was handcuffed to the stair
railing… It was kinda uncomfortable.
“I just love you SO much!” She hugged her knees before she stood up.
“You’re just my favorite thing in this whole world!” She turned around
and picked something up off the couch and held it out. “None of my
plushies are good enough. Not warm like the man in the real flesh.” Now
that just gave me cramps. Not like girl cramps. Just the ones where
you’ve been kicked in the nuts hard enough to fucking puke. Fan or not…
this reminded me of Misery. I hope she really wasn’t that deranged.
“Penda. Go upstairs and get him something to eat.” I watched the girl bounce around me and hop up the stairs and out of view.
Great. Now it wasn’t just some obsessive girl fan with a bunch of
plushies that eerily remind me of voodoo dolls… there was a guy
involved too. Patrick and I must be star-crossed lovers. I wonder if
he’ll rape me up the ass to ship me back home. I shouldn’t cost too
much… I’m pretty small.
“She gets a little excited when she has something she really wants.” He
sat down on the couch and crossed his legs. “But don’t worry. She’ll
take good care of you until he finds you.” He chuckled a little, “Your
little love interest, that is.”
I kept my mouth shut. I could say something… I really could. But I
won’t. I swear on Patrick’s naked body I won’t… He has a gun and I
really don’t feel like getting shot today.
“Don’t worry. He’s perfectly fine except for the little gash on his
temple.” He leaned forward, “I hope he liked my little message.” He
held up my phone and pocketed it. “I expect a call from him soon.”