(Not) Your Guardian

4- Saving His Sorry Ass. Again.

A/N- I just have to edit Fruit Snacks then I will be updating this book consistently!! So here's an update to celebrate the fact that I just finished editing Yøu Ønly Live Twice :)

I slowly came to, my mind was in a daze and my body hurt. I opened my eyes and realized I was still in Brendon's crappy apartment, but I was alone.

I groaned and started to slowly pull myself off the floor, trying to clear the fog in my mind. After I finally got myself upright, I tried to walk only to stumble forward a few steps and have to grab the back of the couch to keep myself from tipping over. God I hurt all over...

I slowly stumbled my way into his bathroom with the plans of splashing water on my face and inspecting the damage, but paused when I saw a note written on my forehead in black sharpie.

It took me a few moments to decipher the writing since the mirror made it appear backwards and Brendon's handwriting is shit, but I eventually figured it out.

"Lock the door before you leave, thanks Dally. Make sure to ice your face."

That cheeky bastard. I hate him. I began to wash the marker off my skin, which was no easy task, but eventually I was successful. After I dried my face I went over to the front door, pulled it wide open and left it like that before teleporting myself to the doctor's office in Dimidium.

No bones were broken thank God, but I did have a sprained ankle which was quickly fixed. The doctor healed up all my scrapes and bruises before sending me on my way home, where I immediately crawled into bed and started the task of trying to forget this day ever happened.

(Our doctors are more advanced in Dimidium than earth. We need to be in top condition all the time to properly take care of our humans, so the need for advancements were more necessary. We tried sharing our ways with humans, but for some reasons our medicines and such had no effect on them.)

I was able to fall into a deep restful slumber, but not for long. Around four in the morning I was woken by a strong, familiar tugging in the back of my mind. Brendon was actually in trouble right now instead of calling me for no reason.

I groaned and rolled out of the bed. I went to my dresser and pulled out a t-shirt at random and slid it over my bare torso as I hunted for some shoes to quickly slide on. I left my gray track pants alone.

I gave into the tugging and was taken to a back alley behind some club. Brendon was there surrounded by strangers, most of them heavily muscled.

His "friends" were nowhere to be seen. One of the men held Brendon's arms behind his back while some of the others approached, I could hear their laughter.

Part of me wanted to just leave and let those men do what Brendon had done to me earlier, but sadly even after all the shit he's put me through I'm not that cruel of a person. I heaved out a sigh and walked over.

I pushed through the small group with a bored expression on my face, and I reached the middle right as one of the men landed a sharp punch right in Brendon's abdomen. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, making everyone turn to look at me, including Brendon. They were all silent, waiting on me to provide an explanation.

"Hey, I'm Dallon. Ok so I have no idea what this asshole might've done to you or said, but regretfully I'm going to have to ask you to let him go and leave him alone."

I casually stuck my hands in my pockets and looked at the guy who was holding Brendon still. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I honestly don't blame him.

"No." was all he said. I shrugged my shoulders and began to turn around and walk away. I mean hey I tired, but was interrupted by Brendon.

"What the fuck man? Help me out here!" he said, but was silenced by another hit to the gut.

I sighed and turned back around. I'm actually a pretty good fighter when I'm not caught off guard. I had to get some practice when it became apparent that Brendon would get into these situations often. I walked back up to the guy and gripped a handful of his hair and yanked harshly, causing him to let go of Brendon.

He quickly turned on me and tried to throw a punch, but I dodged it and landed one of my own right in the center of his face. He let out a shout and stumbled back a couple steps. Before he had a chance to recover I kicked him in the abdomen making him fall down to the ground on his ass.

Two others rushed at me to help him, but they were even worse at fighting than he was. By the time I had taken care of both of them, the other man had risen to his feet once again. He tried to swing at me yet again, but lost his balance and pitched sideways, the liquor in his system taking its toll.

I merely took a step back and let him continue to fall, hitting his head on the brick wall and getting knocked straight out. No one spoke or moved. I turned around, walked over to Brendon, grabbed him tightly by his arm, and began leading him out of the alley and on to the sidewalk.

"Well it took you fucking long enough!" Brendon slurred. "I could've been killed if it took you any longer!"

"Wouldn't that have been a shame..." I mumbled as I looked around for a cab to take this idiot home.

Brendon stumbled slightly and clutched onto my arm to keep himself from completely falling over. As I desperately looked for a cab, Brendon continued to complain and throw insults at me, but the last one was the final straw. It made me officially decide I had had enough of this brat named Brendon Urie.

"It's probably better your parents are fucking dead, they'd be disappointed in you if they could see you now."

I immediately shoved him off my arm making him tumble down onto the cement. I glared down at him, and he actually looked frightened of me.

Good.

"That's it you ungrateful fucking little bastard, I'm done. I'm not going to be your Curatrix any longer, cause I'd probably kill myself if I have to deal with your shit for another day."

"That's too bad for you Dally, you can't ignore me, remember?"

"If I'm human I can."

I saw the color drain out of his face as he registered what I said.

"There's an apartment for sale three floors above you, I'll buy that one in the morning because I want to be around when your life crashes and burns and you realize how much you actually need me. See you tomorrow, neighbor."

And with that I teleported back to my apartment leaving the small drunken man sprawled out on the sidewalk by himself. I started packing up my stuff, too much adrenaline was coursing through my system for me to sleep.

A grin spread across my face, I can't wait to watch the downfall of Brendon Boyd Urie.