Every Rose Has Its Thorn (A Nikki Sixx x Romeo Montague oneshot)

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Although it was summer, the evening was crisp and cool, the cold biting at Romeo's skin as he had forgotten to grab a jacket when he stepped out the door. That mattered not to Romeo though. He was too caught up in his own thoughts of a love that could not be to recognize any physical pain. The pain from his heart however, was almost unbearable.

This was the only time Romeo left his room nowadays - when it was dark out. The Sun was just too much for his poor loveforsaken soul to handle. He knew his family and friends had begun to pick up that something was off, but it mattered not. If they did not bring it up there was no point. No one could understand his predicament anyway even if they tried, so he had to deal with his problems himself on his nightly strolls through the woods back of his house.

On this particular night as the misunderstood youth was walking, mauling over his miseries, he happened to run into another person amongst the trees. At first he had not noticed that the shadow before him was indeed a person for the dark plagued his eyes, but as he approached it, it became more clear. Standing in front of him was a man who appeared to be not too much older than Romeo. He was clad in an interesting leather ensemble and had giant poofed out dark hair.

Romeo's heart stopped. In the man's hand was a notebook. There was no doubt in his head about it. This man also had serious trials his own life had thrown his way. Whatever he was writing had to be deep. Maybe he would understand Romeo.

"What are you doing out here?" Romeo asked the man. Before he could answer however, Romeo began again. "Ah don't bother answering. I understand your woe. Weary souls must find peace somewhere. If it is the dark night that provides that, so be it. And yet, whatever your sorrows are they cannot possibly compare to my own, weighing me down every hour of every day."

The man met his eyes, green piercing blue. But it was only for a second before the man dropped his head, flipped to a new page of his notebook and scribbled down some words. Finally he spoke. "That was deep," he said. "Can you repeat the last part again?" His brow was furrowed as he looked at Romeo pensively.

"Are you writing what I am saying?" Romeo asked, peering over to look at the man's open book. He squinted at the words the man had written trying to make some out. "I am a weary soul, searching for peace," he read aloud, "The dark night provides it for me."

The man closed the book rather forcefully. "Of course I am not writing what you say in my book!" he exclaimed, sending a glare at Romeo. "Every word I have ever penned comes from me and my dark and twisted soul."

"Oh," breathed Romeo, eyes fixated on the man's face. "You must be a poet then. You have such a way with words, I can almost feel the light beginning to surface. I must learn more about you, but I fear I may be unworthy of your majestic presence. And yet, I have finally found someone who knows what it is like to suffer as I do. Thus I do not wish to return to my miserable excuse of a life to face the world alone."

That is all it took the man to warm up to Romeo. He began to spill his life story almost instantly, speaking of abandonment and drugs and self harm - things that Romeo personally could not relate to, but he sometimes swore it felt like he had been through all that and more. That man experienced so much. He had even been forced to change his name so as not to be associated with his father. Nikki Sixx he was now called.

It was at that point that Romeo sighed. "I wish I could change my name to free myself from my toils, however I am faced with something much worse. Something that should be happy, beautiful, sweet as a rose, but instead is prickled with thorns."

"Every rose has it's thorn," Nikki, who had been flipping through his notebook, piped in. Romeo couldn't help but agree.

So he too began his tragic story. The woman he loved with his entire being did not love him back. No matter how hard he tried - and try he did, his darling Rosaline would not offer up her virginity to him. It crushed Romeo to the core.

What was beautiful was that Nikki actually seemed to understand him. They both had darkness devouring their spirits. Romeo is not entirely sure when it happened, but gradually as they sat and lamented together, thoughts of Rosaline began to drift from his mind.

Suddenly all his thoughts surrounded the troubled man before him; this deep, poetic man, who had been through hell and back, who seemed like he was beyond saving. Like Romeo once had, less than five minutes ago.

Eventually Romeo could bear it no more. He grabbed for Nikki's hand. As he did he commented on how it was a million times more worthy to be on this Earth than his own. Before he could let out another word however, Nikki leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss was magical and eye opening. Suddenly the misunderstood youth was no longer the misunderstood youth, but a lark -- light and free, soaring on the wings of love. Someone understood him.

"I think I have found the peace in the darkness we were speaking of."

To be perfectly honest, Romeo wasn't sure whether it was him or Nikki who had said that, but he didn't care. As the Sun made it's way into the sky, Romeo grinned from ear to ear. He had been made whole tonight and his heart was at ease once more.

Who needs Rosaline anyway?

~Fin~