TomTord OneShots Book 2 -Requests opened-

~Depressed!Tord X Tom~

Requested by: CaptainStitch_16

//No ones Point of View//

It was a cloudy day in London, Edd sitting down watching tv, Matt looking in a square shaped mirror, Tom in his room with his bass Susan and Tord was in his room. Doing what? No one knew. They use to always see him, that happy, gun addicted, hentai loving male. But now it's as if he wasn't even there anymore. Like he never existed in any of their lives? Well what was happening was Tord just laying down, looking dully at the ceiling, no emotion nor expression but a blank one. He was just staring, almost silently. It was so quiet his quiet breathing can be heard once entering his room. But at the moment. No one wanted to even bother to see if he was okay or if he was even alive in there. How sad isn't it? Well for Tord it was, he was at least in there for a good hour or two just laying there, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Thinking of his friends. Did they care. Did they forget about him? He was confused about all the questions that surrounded his mind like fog would surround a forest or a road for many miles.

Tord takes a soft sigh and sits up with his knees against his chest, his arms around his knees, resting his chin against his knee caps. He felt forgotten, useless, an abomination to humanity itself. A failure. By now he was crying, thinking of all this. He needed to end it. He wanted to end it. So he'll end it himself since life wont let it happen. Tord gets up, crying softly, walking to his desk near his dresser and pulled open the first drawer. It revealed a gun, bloody razor, and pills. Three things that can kill him. He wanted to die slowly, to know how it feels to die, to know what its like dying. He looked at the three items carefully and picked out the razor. It's the slowest.. So why not? He stared at the object studying every detail and dried blood that was glued onto the thin sheet of metal, seeing only a sadistic smile across his face as a reflection. He took a deep and final breath of fresh air before taking his almost crimson hoodie off and his silver like shirt off. He was gonna cut every part of him to where he couldn't be recognised. Including his face.

First cut started on his arms which didn't have many scars. Surprising isn't it. Since him and his friends go out almost all the time he couldn't be alone to do this so, it stung a lot. Feeling like his arm was on fire, feeling like it was slowly melting off. Then came the second. And the third. The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth.. Almost ten until his door was opened to see only the one he disliked the most. Tom. Tords head twisted around seeing the male in complete shock. Toms expression was mixed with shock, horror, and sadness seeing Tord doing this to himself. "Thomas.. G-get out.. Please.." Tord spoke, his body shaking, speaking in a pained voice like it was sore from a illness. Tom stood silently, frozen like a statue or like a block of solid ice watching as Tords left arm was bleeding slowly, trickling down his skin. "G-give me the b-blade Tord.." Tom finally spoke, slowly drawing his hand. Tord took a step back raising the blade swiftly to his neck pressing it down lightly.

Tom withdrawn his hand, his mind racing seeing his rival ready to slit his throat at any moment. "T-Tord please! D-don't do this to yoursel-" "Why not Thomas.. Why not!? Why are you trying to save me!?? Im your enemy! Are you really that fucking stupid!!?? Trying to save a useless mans life for nothing!?" Tord nearly screamed at him, his body shaking more, tear filled eyes, presenting Tom a completely broken norwegian. Toms black voids began to fill with tears themselves, having no clue on how to stop Tord from this. "T-Tord please stop this!!! Your fucking scaring me right now!!! And who said you were useless!!??? Y-Your not!! P-please j-just... Just stop this now!!!" Tom cried out, letting very few tears fall down. Tords eyes widen at the very slightest as if he wasn't surprised to see Tom cry. But in reality he was very surprised at this. Tom has only been mad and angry at him, but right now he was about to cry in front of Tord? It was shocking to him, something that would probably never happen again. "P-please d-don't d-do t-t-this.." Tom almost sobbed, starting to cry softly, looking down.

Tord stared at Tom surprised and shocked. Then, he slowly sets the blade down on his desk, and ran towards him and hugged him tightly, crying his eyes out. Toms head jolted up, surprised and looked at Tords sobbing figure. Tord soon pulled away looking at him sniffing and panting, trying to calm down. Tom stared into his eyes and sighed softly, wrapping his arms around him and pulled him into a softer hug, and rubbed his back slowly. Tord leaned his head gently on top of Toms, hugging back. "I-Im so s-so sorry.. I-I just t-thought that maybe y-you guys were better o-off without m-me.." Tord looks down at Tom, with slight nervousness. "Tord.. Its fine.. And.. Why would you think that.. We all love you Tord.. Even I do.." Tom sighs looking up at him with a slight tint of red on his cheeks. "No you don't.. Your saying that to make things all better." Tord huffs. "No Im not.. Tord I do... Please believe me.." Tom grabbed Tord gently by the hoodie pulling his face close to his, hearing each others quiet breathing, feeling each others hot air being blown against each others faces.

"T-Tom.. " Tord says softly and quietly, slowly cupping Toms face with his hands, trying not to smile at him. Tom blushed and smiled up at him, and pulled him slightly closer, brushing his lips against his. Tord blushed at this small tease he assumed looking into his eye sockets. "Come on.. Give me a smile.." Tom says softly. Tord shook his head, his eyes looking off to the side. "Please.. For me..?" Tom asks. Tord sighed softly and gave a soft smile. Tom smiled back and gave him a soft and passionate kiss. Tord blushed more feeling the blood rushing to his head, slowly starting to kiss back. Tord then winced in pain, almost forgetting his arm was bleeding and slowly pulled away to look at it. Tom sighed and grabbed the wounded arm gently and looked at the cuts slowly drying up. "Come on.. Lets get you patched up before Edd and Matt get worried sick.." Tom sighed. Tord nods. "They probably are.. Hearing us scream and yell.." Tord says softly. "Yeah.. Lets go.." Tom puts an arm around him, smiling as they both walked to the bathroom.

(Here ya go, I hope this turned out ok! :D)