Flug walked solemly to his room in doubt of whether or not his boss is mentally stable. Sitting on the bed, Flug starts to think... 'What if he hates me and just takes me as some sort of slave... I want to help my jefe...' Flug quietly weeps into a pillow on the bed with his bag and goggles off. Flug sat back up and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. Rosy red, dull, tired eyes stared back at himself. Red streaks lined down his face. Flug yanks open the drawer to reveal a razor blade that he had stashed away. He picks up the razor blade with a steady hand and slips the sharp blade over his delicate pale skin. Warm, crimson bloodshed flowed from his wrists, therefore dripping into the sink.
Suddenly, he hears a loud knock on the door, "W-Who is it!" Flug started rushing to put everything away. "Flug you dolt let me in! I would like to have a word!" Flug puts his bag on his head, alongside his goggles and stumbles quickly to open the door. Black Hat snapped his fingers in haste for Flug to sit down. "Jefe! W-What is it you needed?" Noticing more melancholy in Flug's words, he rips the bag and goggles off Flug's face showing off his tired sad face. "Flug, you have been crying." Black Hat noticed that Flug was rubbing his wrists in anxiousness. Black looked at Flug's wrists; there was a little drop of blood on the sleeve.
'He couldn't have... It can't be true...' Black thought through the anguish he had from his insolent behavior. Black Hat swiftly looks up at Flug in the eyes causing Flug's anxiety to jump in fear. Black Hat briskly walked up to Flug inches away from his face. "Why did you do it,"-"Do what?" Flug pushed Black away gingerly then raising his hands in a defensive way. "I-I don't know what you mean. Your mistaken sir!" Black Hat growled in anger grabbing Flug by his neck and lifting him in the air, "Don't you think of getting smart with me! Your MY doctor are you not?" Flug looked at Black with pleading eyes. Flug's hands struggled with Black's clawed hands. Tears would start to stream down Flug's face onto Black Hat's hand, "WELL YOU DOLT? SPEAK TO ME!"
"I-ack-I, ca- *hic*-n't... A-Ah." Realizing what he had done Black Hat dropped the doctor onto the soft bed and looked down in silence. Flug looked at Black with a torn and saddened expression... In seeing Flug like this Black Hat swiftly went to Flug's side, "No no no no no... I... Flug, I-I didn't mean- I just- you..." Black Hat looked at Flug in silenced melancholy. He gently reached for Flug's wrist pulling down his glove and looking over his forearm. Silent sadness dripped down Black's eye in sight of his doctor's grief. Cuts, littered everywhere along Flug's arm... Burns and purple bruises too...
Black lunged at Flug knocking the doctor and himself back into the silky white comforter. His arms tightly wrapped around the brunette, "Flug, why would you lie to me... Why..." Flug rested his head on his boss' shoulder. Flug thought in grief, 'How can I love you...'
'When I feel a desire for White as well.'
♤I hope you guys enjoyed this, it is short but I felt as if I needed to update. Have a sarcastic evening.♤
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Dominance of the Dr.
Fanfiction(the cover art does not belong to me, source: tumblr) Black Hat was going through heat while everyone was amidst in the prowl. Questionable demeanor is present in Sir Black Hat, what will Blackie do with his unknown knowledge of heat? (minor smut?)
