The Snake Of DuskWood Grove (Male Y/N X Male Naga)

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Cocaphony of the Mundane

Y/N woke up drearily on a Wednsesday afternoon, and he checked his phone to see a text from Andrew asking to meet up at F/C/P, Y/N groggily texted he would be there soon and to let him change, and so once Y/N got to his closet he rummaged around till he found F/S and F/P. Slipping the articles of clothing on had him remembering how he got it.

It was his birthday, the D/M, he remembered it, because it was the last thing his parents gave him before the accident. He doesn't want to remember it. These memories aren't good. He shouldn't be sad, they abandoned him, they even had another kid before him they left alone at 8. Ceramic shattering resounded off his walls. Y/N had broken a vase that those poor excuses for parents left behind.

He wouldn't be seen as weak ever again. He'd already hardened himself like a rock because of what they did. Nobody knew who hit them, except for him. He remembers it, Dylan had just become 18, and he wanted to show off, so he rented a car and invited Y/N out with him. They got drunk, Dylan more than Y/N, they took off the plates just in case that saved them. Dylan was wasted, and Y/N was asleep until he felt the cat jostle at the feeling of hitting something.

When Y/N got out to see who was hit, he froze up, his parents. They were dead, hit by a drunk driver outside or a Wendy's on 18/04/19. Y/N's eyes snapped wide awake as he remembered it. He had just been on autopilot to the cafe. He hadn't even realised he was breathing heavily and sweating bullets. Y/N had completely forgotten his phone at home, essentially leaving his key at home, too. God, he's so affected by this.

Y/N sat in a window seat, people passed by and looked inside the cafe. Y/N groaned as some kid pointed at him. Y/N was someone people very liked on social media, mostly for his tv appearances. He played a Werewolf on a local spoof of, 'Twilight,' he didn't like the idea of pining after some girl, even just for tv. While he thought and waited he did notice the company he was waiting for had arrived.

Andrew - "Hey, Y/N, how's my best friend?" Alex seemed well. His hair was a little messy, a lipstick mark on his neck. Him and his girlfriend love together, his sister is annoyed having to room with them because of the noise. Y/N was far too observant to even respond for a few moments, Y/N shook his head back to reality.

Y/N - "Oh, sorry Andrew, little bit distracted. But thanks for asking, I'm doing well," Y/N answered. His order of coffee he'd asked for finally came. Y/N's fingers curled around a nice cup of F/C. His eyes flickered from the cup to his friend. It was awkward. The silence drew on until Andrew finally found his words.

Andrew - "Are you okay? You and Dylan were really close, and you've just been off since yesterday. You were so distracted on your way home yesterday. I worry for you, because your my friend," he said. Andrew was far too nice, his girlfriend was a horrible abusive witch. She didn't deserve his kindness, nobody did, this world is harsh and he's a light in the dark.

Y/N - "Your too nice," Y/N said to Andrew. He needed him to know that. "But also thank you. I'm stuck, me and Dylan knew eachother for nearly a decade. He was my best friend, someone I would trust with my life. He didn't deserve that fate."

They sat in stunned silence, Andrew was shocked at his words. Too nice? Why would Y/N say that? Was he trying to say he was too nice to every person? Did it have something to do with his past?

[Resumed after 7 months, new writing style employed]

"I'm fine Y/N, being kind to others is just what I know. I would give you a hug, but I know you would refuse," Andrew told the boy before him.

Y/N seemed shocked at this, a hug? He hadn't one of these since his mother did it on his birthday, before she left him in the rain, before she locked him out with his bags. Y/N began to tear up. If he was sad about this, what about his brother who was abandoned at 8? Atleast he was an adult before being kicked away like a stray dog.

Y/N was on the verge of tears until he felt a body engulf him. Andrew was hugging him. He was hugging him? Y/N just let it out. After all this time of bottling it up, he let it all out. Y/N was a quiet cryer. He learned it after living with his parents.

It felt like an eternity drew on before he finally stopped. Y/N slowly pulled away from Andrew, much to his dismay. He tried to grab his wrist but failed. He was too slow. "Thanks for inviting me out Andrew, it was good. Talk later?" Y/N said to Andrew. The boy in question looked hesitant before nodding and giving Y/N a weak smile.

Something across the street within the canopy of trees watched. It's claws flitted in and out, what was this it saw? Some pathetic whelp talking to that delectable boy? It couldn't have, no it could not. It slowly began to stalk through the trees and deeper into the forest, it's movement resembling that of a snake. It's scaled lower half maneuvered over tree and it's head ducked beneath low hanging branches. It eyes darting about, two sets of eyelids. Something snakes don't have.

It soon reached its den, it could be described to anyone that wasn't the creature as overwhelming musk. But it was the same thing everytime to the thing that would take more lives in the name of love, obsession and lust.
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The end.
Prepare for Chapter 3 - The Fleeting meaning Of Life