Synthetic Animals (MCR/Killjoy fanfic)

Until My Heart Explodes

How could I be his something?

"I know it sounds strange, and if this were one of those God awful fanfictions it would be extremely cliche, but I like you. Maybe even love you. You're just...I don't even know. You're not like Alicia, or Sarah, or even Kristen. Hell, you're nothing like the guys, or even Pete. Yet, you share the qualities I liked about all of the,. I just...I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

He looked at Violet with sad yet loving eyes. "Because, you don't need this. What Gee said was true, I'm not able to keep a relationship; and while I may seem like a nice guy, in the real world I would have used you and thrown you away. Just like a tissue." He broke contact and avoided her eyes.

"I don't think you'd do that."

"Well, you don't know me."

"I don't, but I think you'd at least try. Just like you did with everyone else."

"But what about all the one-night stands?"

"You were in a band. It'd be kind of sad if you didn't have any...unless you were married first, but you weren't."

Kobra made eye contact with Violet once again. "Ya know, you always make a good point, but either way, there is no love in this world."

"I think you're wrong," she said slyly, "but if that's true, I wouldn't mind being your eighteen year old tissue."

Awkward silence came upon the both of them.

"That sounded really gross," Kobra broke the silence.

"I know. It sounded better in my head."

"I don't see how, it sounds gross either way."

"I wasn't thinking, okay!?"

"You never are."

The two burst into laughter. The only time Kobra wasn't "Kobra" was when he was with Violet; aside from the time when the Rat surprised them. Not even Party was able to keep him from being alert, but maybe that was because Party was the only family he had left.

Violet could never understand the love Kobra and Party had for one another. Her family was always distant. The closest she and her father had been was her being beaten half to death. She almost died at least three times, while her mother just stood there and watched. Her parents hated all the MCR crap, and more importantly, the art. They mostly hated the music, saying the world was turning into a bunch of "faggots." Better Living appealed to them. A world where everything was perfect. No color, no music, no art, no differences, no personality, no hate, no love. Basically, no life.

Her mother wasn't the best, but she was, sure as Hell, better than her father. A self-proclaimed "free spirit" terminated by an early teenage pregnancy. Basically, she blamed Violet for ruining her life. It was funny how Violet was the "free spirit" now. Only, Violet didn't want to be one. She was forced into it.

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