With Me Now

Warning(s): Cussing, OOC, Humanstuck (sort of; still have horns and weird eye colors~), Vantascest, Yaoi, and other things.

I don't own Homestuck. Andrew Hussie-sama does!

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It was just another day for young student Karkat Vantas. Sickeningly bright sun (though it was beginning to set over the horizon), annoyingly cold breeze, aggrivating neighbors, and full of fuckasses. Yep. Just another perfectly normal day for the noirette. He was just glad that he was dressed up for the cold weather, a dark gray sweater with a lighter gray cancer symbol in the center with about two or three shirts underneath (one was a thin long sleeve shirt, looking exactly like his sweater; the other was a black short sleeve shirt, plain) over his torso and ear muffs over his ears. He had his bare hands shoved in the pockets of his gray jeans, trying to get some warmth into them. He swallowed thickly, looking up.

Ugh.

Nowhere near that fucking place.

He had gotten into a fight with his mom, pretty much ending up in a screaming match and a losing streak (for Karkat, anyways) of three in strifing. Sure, he knew that she was wanting to make him stronger, but Gog, if there wasn't some things that were better off left unsaid. A stinging struck his eyes.

SHIT. He quickly wiped his eyes, sighing to himself. He didn't need to be thinking about it. He had taken the walk to not think about it, not to brood over it. Of course, Karkat being Karkat, began to berate himself, thinking a great deal of negative thoughts about himself. For example, how his father had left him just at the sight of his eye color. At the knowledge that the boy did not cry when he was born. At the sight of two, very small, candy corn colored horns peaking out through his scalp, just above his little temples.

The doctors had tried to tell the man that it was a rare defect, and very few children were ever born with it. They even listed off the children who had been born with it! Two girls named Vriska and Aranea (from the same two loving parents, mind you) and three boys named Gamzee, Kankri, and Tavros (none of them related in any way; not even one of them who shared the newborn's last name). Instead, his father only said that Karkat was a freak of nature, something that shouldn't even exist. A week later when his mother took him home, Karkat's father filed for divorce and left.

Karkat knew because he had found the tape of his birth and of his father in his mom's bedroom, in her sock drawer.

Karkat knew because he had found the divorce paperwork in a shoe box in his closet that his mother had once given him when he was younger.

When the male confronted his mother about it, she grew sad and told him that even if his father refused to love him, she still did.

THEN IF YOU LOVED ME, WHY DID YOU FILE DOWN THE HORNS? WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST LET ME KEEP THEM? he thought sadly to himself. DID THEY... DID THEY REMIND YOU OF HIM?

Before he could sink further into his depressing thoughts, he bumped into someone. He quickly looked up then down to see a boy, older than he was, flat on his ass, sitting up on his elbow. Surprised, the younger offered his hand to the older. Had he really been that deep in thought? He hadn't thought he had been, but apparently, he had been.

"Ah, s9me9ne wh9 kn9ws h9w t9 6e p9lite," mused the older, his voice smooth and silky as he looked up at Karkat with his pale eyes. From what the younger could tell, they were brown. A common color, it seemed. If he had looked closer, he would have seen that they were contacts. However, he had not looked closer, so he had not noticed.

"YEAH, YEAH, JUST TAKE MY FUCKING HAND BEFORE I DECIDE TO LEAVE YOUR ASS ON THE FUCKING GROUND," snorted the younger, rolling his eyes, his hand still extended in a sign of help and politeness. The older nodded, delicately grabbing his hand. The younger couldn't help but notice the contrast between the texture of their hands, his own rough and calloused while the other's was smooth, like he rubbed them down with lotion every day. Shaking his head, Karkat lifted him up with surprising strength for someone of his small stature. The older certainly noticed and tilted his head slightly.