Trees (an omori fic)

Three for the things that your dad don't know

I took a deep breath in. My dark, cold eyes met and Nick's charming Hazel ones. Maintaining frightening eye contact, I held up my pale and slender hand and gave Nik finger. Nik smiled.

I rolled my eyes, the charismatic boy in front of me, looking downright delicious. I brush my fingers through my long, black bangs.

"You up for another round of call of duty?" Nik asked.

I nodded. Of course I was. I do anything with Nik.

As we started the game, Nik launch into a ranty monologue, as he always did, lyrics to the video game violence instrumental.

"Dad's leaving soon. Date with some girl. I told him we'll be fine on our own and we will be, won't we, Sunny?" he glanced over at me, shiny white teeth on full display as he grinned. 

I nodded again, biting my lip in concentration as I shot an enemy.

"Yeah we'll do fucking well on our own. Fucking well." His grin turned nearly manic.

I kept my face steady, eyes glued to the TV.

Nik continued, "Dad says I'm just like my mother, a fearless asshole. In all honesty, I'm more like him, which scares him. Self obsessed, charismatic, charming, and wanting to get laid tonight. At least I know my flaws. he's convinced he's perfect."

I knew there was a hole where his heart should have been ripped out viciously by his parents divorce. He constantly tries to fill it, each attempt resulting in consequences.

Music. His hearing went to shit. Tattoos and piercings. Countless infections and stupid little metal and ink alterations to his body. Starving. A fucked up metabolism.

Cutting. The thin, white scars, the thick, purple ones, the green and yellow scabs, who is freshly picked at. The occasional Band-Aid, his eternal reminder to me that he is not done until I give him what is left of me. 

Tonight, I give him what is left of me.

The round ends right as Nik's dad shows up to wish us goodbye.

"Joseph. Sunny. I'm leaving. Joseph, wish me luck." His dad said.

"Not unless you call me Nik. My name is not fucking," he spat out the next word like a curse, "Joseph."

"You were named after your mothers dad, and you're acting just as much as an asshole as him, so the name fits." His dad shot back.

Nik fired, "I'm only acting like that dick because you're calling me his name."

"Your name."

"Mines Nik. N I K, don't forget it."

"Next should be wanting me to call you a she her."

"Honestly, dad, kill yourself."

"I wish the same to you, son. There's a loaded pistol beside my bed." Nick's father said coldly and slam the door.

Nik exploded, "that absolute ASS! Well, at least, I'm sticking my dick in more than my hand tonight, right, Sunny?"

I nodded, feeling my heart race, pumping much-needed blood throughout my body.

"so, Sunny, shall we do it now?" he asked.

His green eyes burned into me, but not a laser burn, a slow burn, a crackling fire. I stood by to warm myself, knowing if flared up, I'd be injured.

I couldn't nod, nor shake my head. I put my hands over my ears, the silence deafeningly loud. I felt nauseous and dizzy, exposed and threatened.

Nik sensed all of this. He grabbed my noise, canceling headphones, let me put them on, and then lightly touched his hand to mine. I took a deep breath in. He put his other hand to my face, playing with a strand of my hair, siding, his other hand, up and down my arm in a comforting motion, and peppered my face in kisses.

"Another round of call of duty, and then we fuck?" he asks, pulling my headphone slightly off my ear and whispering into it.

I nod.

Call of duty, and then I am brutally split open for my beloved, broken Nik to see.

So we play. Nik is silent, the game is silent, the world is silent, just how I like it. Calm. Peaceful. Tranquil. I move closer to Nik, breathing in his cinnamon smell. He doesn't take his eyes off the game, but I do, I look at my Nik, my beautiful Nik.

(676 words.)

A/N- sorry, my mood has been all over the place recently. I delivered, I slayed, as I always do. 

(Title from Trees iii by McCafferty)