G/T Oneshots

Oneshot #2

Nixon grunted as a rope was caught around his leg, causing him to dangle from one of the slender branches of a tree. No one had yet noticed him, and that was surprising. He was by a park, which had lots of kids running around at the moment. He thrashed around in an attempt to escape, feathers flying everywhere. He had wings on his back, and while flying he had gotten himself stuck this way. He also had feathers on the bottom of his arms. His feathers were white which slowly turned to a pale blue to the tips.

"I told we'd catch something!", a voice from behind him said. He looked over his shoulder, seeing a few boys around 14-17 approaching. He panicked and continued trying to escape. "What is it?", one asked. "I dunno.. a bird?".

He was dropped from the branch, hitting a bench that was right below the tree. "Woah, look at it. It's a bird and a tiny person !", another laughed. He tried to fly to get away, though a hand clasped around his body tightly. Part of his wing bent slightly and he let out a yelp. He continued to thrash about, his breath Quickening.

He let go for a split second only to grab him again, though by the wings. He spread out the boy's wings and chuckled, "I say we tear out it's feathers !". "L-Let me go !", he stammered. He continued to struggle, though was more careful this time, as he was being held by his wings. The boy holding him smirked down at him, as he let him go and cupped his hands around him. "Think fast !", he said, laughing as he tossed Nixon to someone else. He yelped and flailed, being tossed again to someone else. They threw him back and fourth. "I-I can't catch!", a voice said, coming closer to him as he was flying through the air again. He hit their hand, and ended up falling to the ground.

He of course, didn't land on his feet, and hit the ground harshly. Dirt clouds rose, and he coughed, trying to raise himself up by pushing his hands against the ground. He tried to stand and fly away, though just as he moved a bit, he realized the rope was still around his ankle, and that someone was holding it down with their foot behind him. He knew they were just going to take him, and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Hey ! Get out of here ! Get away from him, you bastards !", a voice barked, and he could tell all the kids quickly backed away from him a bit. "And why do you want him? It's a freak of nature.", another spat back. Dirt was kicked on top of him, and he tried to scramble away but was still being held down. "Give him to me, now.". "You want him ? You can have him.. if you give us some money.".

It was a bit quiet, and there was a bit of shuffling before the boisterous kids started again. "Take him, loser!", one laughed as he kicked Nixon in the side, causing him to skid across the dirt. They all took off in a different direction.

There were a few moments of silence, before hands ran underneath his body picking him up. Nixon opened his eyes to see a boy holding him close, and staring down at him. "You poor thing..", the boy said softly. He panicked, looking up in fear at him. He tried to fly away, but it hurt and he collapsed on his side again in his hands. The boy holding him, quietly pulled a jacket on, and covered him with part of his jacket. He cupped his hand against his chest, darkness engulfing the small boy. Nixon curled into a ball against his chest, as he began hurrying away. Soon enough, Nixon saw nothing but complete darkness and soon he was no longer conscious.

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Nixon's eyes began to flutter open, and he saw a giant face in front of him, just staring at him. He stared back at the giant green orbs, and his jaw dropped a bit. "Oh, Uhm.. you're awake now.. so that's great..!", the giant said. Nixon felt a soft cushion underneath him, and assumed it was something like a pillow. He sat up slowly, taking in everything that was at his sides. Because of the giant face in front of him blocking his view. There was still pain in his side and dirt covered him a bit.

The curious giant leaned in a bit further. Nixon tensed up and scrambled back as far as he could go, as it was a bit hard to do so on a huge pillow. He quickly pulled back again, and bit his lip, before sighing. "I'm sorry if I scared you.. those boys must've really hurt you.", the large boy said, his finger reaching out to him. His finger brushed against Nixon's arm, and he didn't move, a bit fearful he'd get mad at his sudden movement to get away. "I wrapped up your injured wing..", he mumbled, pulling his finger away.

"When they grabbed you so roughly, it bent your wing a bit.. I'm sorry I couldn't help sooner.", he sighed and silence soon washed over them. "I'm Ajax.. you are..?", the boy said. Nixon tensed again, and didn't know if he should tell him his name. He did save him though.. "I-I... I'm Nix-.. Nixon..", he stammered softly. "Well.. nice to meet you, Nixon.", Ajax said, putting his finger in front of the small boy, who's breath hitched. He hesitantly reached out, shaking his finger slowly with one hand before quickly pulling away.

"Well... you seem to need to wash up.. I'll get some stuff ready for that..", Ajax murmured, carefully stood, and shuffled out of the room. A while later he came back, though nothing in his hands. "I set it up in the bathroom.. is it okay if I carry you there ?", he asked Nixon. He let out a soft sigh, placing his hands on the back of his neck nervously before answering, "Yeah..". It was so quiet Ajax almost didn't hear him. He made his way closer to the bed, making slow cautious movements.

Nixon expected him to just grab him, but instead he laid his hand down in front of him, waiting patiently. He was a bit surprised, and carefully moved towards his hand. Slowly, he climbed on and sat down. Ajax made his way out of the room, and into the bathroom. The sudden movement made Nixon's stomach lurch. The expression on his face alarmed Ajax and he asked him, "Oh, I'm sorry.. are you okay..? Am I going to fast ? Should I slow down...?". He simply nodded quickly, and Ajax continued at a slower pace.

He set him down on the counter top in front of a small bowl of hot water, with a towel next to it and small bottle caps of soap near the bowl too. "I'll take your clothes and wash them.", Ajax said, covering his eyes with one hand and putting out the other. Nixon felt his face heating up, though started to pull off his clothes. He dropped them into the Giant's hand, and slid into the warm water. Once he felt the small clothing drop into his hand, he turned, left and closed the door behind him.

Nixon slowly started to sink in the water with a sigh of relief, the warm water calming him. He felt everything washing away, and soon dunked his head under the water to get his hair wet. He came up, grabbed some soap in his hands and began running his fingers through his hair. Maybe Ajax wasn't too bad..