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"Dude, who are you and where did you put Mitch?" Jerome joked lightheartedly as he walked into the kitchen of their rented home in Spawn City. Mitch sat, slumped, in a bar stool to the marble counter, a mug of now lukewarm ((AN: How does Kronos like his coffee? LUKEwarm! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Percy-Jackson humor anyone?)) hot chocolate next to him. The Canadian, who had been dozing off on the cold counter, shot up like a startled missile.
"Hmm?" He mumbled, wiping a small dribble of drool off his chin. Jerome's eyebrows raised and he rubbed the Canadian's shoulder gently.
"Hey, you okay? You're usually never awake until noon. What's up?" He asked, the care evident in his voice. Mitch rubbed his eyes, mumbling something inaudible.He reached over and grabbed his mug, taking a swig and making a face. He set the cold-chocolate away from him as if it had just betrayed him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"I'm fine Jerome, I've just been having a hard time sleeping lately.." He mumbled. Jerome frowned.
"Yeah, you've seemed tired for a while. Have you not been sleeping the entire week?" The Bacca asked, taking Mitch's still half-full mug off the counter and pouring the remaining liquid into the sink. He filled a small kettle with water, then brought it over to the stove and set it to boil. Mitch just shrugged. Jerome scuffed and sat across from the tired Canadian.
"Okay, that helps. Do you know why you can't sleep or is the bed too uncomfortable? I doubt it's the latter though, 'cause the beds here are really comfy." Jerome says, earning a tired chuckle from Mitch. The kettle shrieked and Jerome got up from his seat, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet next to the stove and two hot chocolate packets. He carefully took the kettle off the stove and poured the scalding hot liquid into the two mugs, then ripped up the packets over the steaming mugs. He stirred them thoroughly and sat back down in his seat, handing one to Mitch. The Canadian mumbled a 'Thanks' and chugged it down, ignoring a cry from the Bacca about the temperature of the liquid.
Mitch pulled the mug away from his lips and hissed, letting out a puff of breath. He closed his mouth only to open it again.
"Jerome, I think something big...something bad....is going to happen soon.." The Canadian said, clenching his mug in his hands tightly. Jerome almost spit out his mouthful of (cooled) hot chocolate but managed to keep it down.
"W-What?!" He stuttered, his eyes the size of his mug. Mitch nodded solemnly, setting his mug down onto the counter and reaching into his pajama pocket. He pulled out a chess piec, a bishop that was both white and black, split perfectly down the middle, and twirled it around in his fingers. Mitch had found it the morning after his visit from Jordan, Lena, and Mars. At first, when he woke up on his window-seat in the same position he had fallen asleep in, he had assumed (and hoped) his visit was a dream. However, his visitors had left him some souvenirs...some reminders that they hadn't just been figures of his imagination. Where Lena stood, he found a small bone, a pinky bone maybe, with purple swirls like her mask had held. In Mars' place, a silk handkerchief with three drops of scarlet blood stained in perfect little dots in the center. And Jordan had left Mitch the small chess piece. Mitch couldn't help but ponder the meaning of the gifts. Especially Jordan's. He could figure that Jordan had meant it as a symbol, that he was a powerful piece for both sides of the board, but what made Mitch think until his head spun and the room blurred was the question of who was on what side. And, what the sides were?
Mitch felt a tingling sensation on his lips and he couldn't help but smile tiredly and kiss Jerome back. He pulled away from his Bacca, who nuzzled his face with his fluffy cheeks.
"Mitch, no matter what happens, I'll be here for you. I always will." Jerome said, giving Mitch an eskimo kiss. Mitch smiled and pet Jerome affectionately on his head.
He knew, in his very soul, that life as he knew it, life as he had pieced it together, would begin to fall apart again and tear him at the seams he had made trying to fix himself. He knew this, yet he continued to pet his lover. He knew a struggle was near, so he decided to treasure his time now.
He never knew what tomorrow could bring.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaand cue the fangirls screaming. I decided to have fluff to help build up suspense.
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Only Human (Sequal to Monster)
Fanfiction(This book takes place after the events of Monster.) Everything seems right with the world again. Mitch has been accepted back into the rank of TC, The Pack has settled down in northern Minecraftia, and Dark has been banished to the Medium. But it s...
