We All Have Secrets: A Davekat Fanfic

Chapter Six

This part of the chapter is based off of a couple of a couple of roleplays I've had in the passed. Just so you know this comes not just from me. But it is mostly my brain thinking of it I suppose. asdfgasm specifically.

DAVE'S POV

At the time the blonde was pacing. He was scrolling his gaze up and down a sheet of paper. It had been a month since Karkat had found out. A month of him knowing had killed him with anxiety. A month of them being practically inseparable. A month since Dave....

Dave had started taking a liking the nubby horned troll. And he didn't even know what it was. It was just- Karkat all together.

He thought he was going insane the first two weeks. Thought he was completely out of his mind. But he couldn't help but let his mind wander a bit. Think about what it would be like. God he was so pathetic. He didn't even know WHY he liked him.

Just his personality was annoying yet likable. How easily they get flustered, and practically infuriated by the Strider even uttering a word. The fluffy hair. His height. It just seemed to all add up.

He hasn't told anyone. Rose would probably tell Kanaya, and get chopped into pieces by the chainsaw. She was like an overprotective mom, and Karkat was the golden child. Terezi for obvious reasons, she'd probably drop hints like a suicide bomber. John? Here is exactly what the heir would say.

'GAY!'

Yeah, not a party he'd want to go too. Like taking a girl to prom and having her ditch you by jumping out the window of the bathroom. Not a chance was he telling Egbert.

But overall he didn't know all of the exact reasons he had been bamboozled by the Romanticist.

That's what he was having a problem with. He couldn't describe what it was like in shitty handwriting in a rhyme scheme.

That's right. Dave was writing a rap. And not just any rap. It was being specifically made- made about Karkat. This had to be fucking flawless.

Karkat was literally a romance pro, if he ever saw it he'd laugh and throw it back in his face for how god awful it was.

"God this is so shitty..." He mumbled reading a line over. Tapping a pencil on his mouth as his face scrunched up in slight disgust. He can't believe he wrote that. He quickly scribbled it out and replaced the word.

Better. But it still sucked ass. This stuff was so tame compared to more of his lit raps. It was sappy- and kinda trashy. He crumpled up the paper in frustration and threw it in a pile that was starting to accumulate in the deep quiet corner of Cantown. He stared at it for a moment, averting his attention to the display in front of him.

He sighed, seeing the Mayor stacking cans ever so carefully. Using his tiny maneuverable feet to step in the gaps of the streets. He never understood why he cared so much for a bunch of cans, but respect yo. Guy is a political leader. You don't question.

Dave decided to wave him over. It took a matter of five minutes for the little leader to be at his side. He picked up the now crumpled paper, opening it.

"Mayor, I wanted you to proof read this," he said, handing over the paper. He took it in his small hands. The previous dersite read the sheet. The Mayor nodded giving a thumbs up. This gave Dave some consolation.

He was given it back as he read over it for probably a ninth time.

KARKAT'S POV

Karkat was walking the hall near the Living Area. Kanaya had been getting all up in his business. She never knew to leave well much alone. Especially when it came to the younger Vantas and quadrants.

So yes, his flush on the blonde with the red eyes was confirmed. And he absolutely hates himself for it. He's gotten in full blown homicide inducing arguments with his past self about it. So infuriating. Actually acting like they knew what the fuck is going on as of present. He wanted to shove that information down their wind pipe so he could strangle their noise box.

Speaking of the hero of time- he hadn't seen him all day. Not even a 'hello' or a smartass comment. He didn't want to look desperate for his attention. That would be absolutely embarrassing. He still holds getting space slapped in the head by a bucket over his head. Fucking John...

But anyways, back to Maryam. He may have slipped it out to her, on accident. And she has been trying to get Karkat to tell Dave. Which is ridiculous. Cause he wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. And Rose had been giving him that shit eating grin, probably suspected to have been told by the jadeblood.

So he had to escape the room, from the menacing and watchful stars of the pair. He figured he'd visit the exile. The whole town was starting to come together, with citizens and even eating establishments. He's only heard of such things as restaurants in his studies of human culture. Strange things. Trolls would absolutely trash the place and suck it dry for all its worth if that ever happened on Alternia.

As he traveled closer and closer to the metallic culture he heard humming noises. They sounded odd to be coming from the Mayor. He peeked in the door way and saw the Strider.

He sighed to see it was just him. And not the treacherous juggalo. But he was saying something. Words. He was painting a tapestry of tongues, and he couldn't quite heart his words. But his voice was soothing. He then stepped in to greet him,

"Wow- you've been here all day?" He stated- up to his normal snarky banter.