Tomtord oneshot thingies i guess

Cracked and crumbled

Some kind of angsty shit or smth here... Sry
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Tord's pov

I was thrown across the room, the angry man stomping over to me and clutching my hoodie with one fist.
The other hit me across my cheek, pain numbing my face as I had become too weak to fight back.

The pain in my chest grew.

"DON'T STEAL MY FUCKING SMIRNOFF, ASSHOLE!"

Another punch to the side of my face, I felt anger bubbling inside of me. Finding enough strength left in me, I blocked Tom's next attack, pushing him away with a growl.

"THEN DON'T TAKE MY HENTAI, FUCKER!"

Getting ready to swing my fist towards him, we both froze on the spot at the sound of the door creaking open.

Edd and Matt had come back from shopping, bags in their hands as they walked inside.They stared wide eyed at the two of us, seeing Tom's ripped hoodie and my bloody face.They weren't even surprised at this point. Edd walked past us, not saying a word out loud. Though I could hear a few mumbles under his breath, his words stinging my chest again.Matt, on the other hand, placed the bags down, running up to me worriedly and holding my shoulders gently.

"Todd! Are you ok? Your face looks horrible!"

I forced out a chuckle, looking away from him and nodding softly.

"Thanks, Matt. I'm fine. Jehovah over here just wanted to paint me with my favourite colour.Thanks, Witness."

Tom just flipped me off before walking to his room.

Sighing, my hands took Matt's away, holding them with a twitching smile.

"Thanks for worrying about me, Matt. But this isn't something you can help with."

He looked away slightly, nodding with hesitance before I let go of his hands.

"If you need some makeup to cover your cuts, I can always lend a hand."

A small smile tugging at my lips, a soothing feeling ran through my chest for once. I felt lighter than before. But not enough.

"I'll make sure to come to you if I need anything."

Matt and I shared a smile before he picked up the bags again, helping Edd with unpacking the food.

Walking into my room and closing the door, my smile fell again. I went over to my bed, reaching under it to pull out a metal box. Decorated with soft, red fabric, I lifted the top, tears pricking my eyes at the sight of what my heart had become.

Beating slowly, blood surrounding it in a pool of some sort. It was the usual sight, yet the middle of my heart wasn't.

It was decaying much more than before. The blackness consuming it, I could see a gaping hole in the middle. The sides of it were flaking off, falling as ash into the puddle of blood and fallen pieces of my heart.

And, as usual, around the blackness were three colours. Green, purple, and blue.

The green made up a small part of the heart, covering the top left side and shining dully. Although most of it was still pure in colour, a small amount of black leaked into the sides, spreading across a large area than any other day.

Purple was in the top right corner. As always, it was shining brightly and sparkling, no hint of black seeping in at all.Of course not. Matt has never hurt me before.

The rest of my heart was coloured blue. A dark, ominous blue that sent a shiver down my spine when I look at it. Black ran through it all. Lines of pitch black corruption sank into Tom's colour, spreading through as if infecting it.

Though it was as if the corruption came from Tom. Blue seeping into black.

If only he knew his hate was killing me.

There had never been this much decay before. A tear slipped my eye, joining the puddle of blood my crumbling heart had created. It felt like acid was running down my cheek, burning my skin on its way.

It was common knowledge to me that too much decay would be irreversible. My heart would never return to red. It would stay black, probably continue eating away at the rest until it was completed consumed by corruption. My life would end. Suddenly, painfully, and before I can explain what's happening to my friends, I'd be gone.

I didn't want to die like that. At the mercy of other people's influence on me. I knew Edd never intended to hurt me. But he never helped me settle my dispute with Tom, either.

Matt was always oblivious and narcissistic, though that didn't mean he wasn't kind or caring. After all, he seemed to be the one we all forgot, yet couldn't live without. Always ready to be a good friend.

And Tom. That alcoholic, hentai stealing asshole. Sometimes just looking at him was enough to make me sick, knowing he was probably hiding a smug expression for beating the crap out of me again. He was the reason my heart was cut out to begin with. The decay was seeping into the rest of my body and blood. I would've died a long time ago if I hadn't gone through the procedure of removing it.

Even the colour made me feel hate. Which made the black seep deeper into the blue.

I felt angry. Annoyed. Disgusted. Sick.

I felt horrible enough to pull my heart out of the box and hold it in my hand.

The rhythmic beating had me lost in a trance, my free hand being placed on my hollow chest. I stared at seemingly nothing for a moment.

Until I squeezed the heart.

Immediate pain struck me, my body going numb for a brief moment. It was enough for tears to well up in my eyes before I closed them. And squeezed the heart again.

I grunted in pain, breath fast as I kept squeezing tighter every time. Water slipping down my face, it would only be a few more squeezes before my heart would crumble in on itself.Blood ran down my hand and arm, staining my hoodie a darker shade of red.

I failed to hear a knock at the door over the pain.

"Hey, jackass. Edd and Matt are fighting with the neighbours and they asked us to come back them up."

My heavy panting left me breathless. I was too weak to even get a vowel out. But I was still strong enough to squeeze my heart again.

A sharp gasp filled the room, eyes clenched shut as the pain had become immense.

"Tord? You in there?"

Tom's voice simply made me want to squeeze it tighter. And I prepared myself to do so.

"I could've sworn I saw you go in-"

Light from the hallway shone into my dark room, my blood shimmering brightly. I squinted my eyes open to see Tom's face white with shock, frozen and speechless.

Though that changed in a flash as he ran up to me, tears poking at his eyes while he pulled me by my hoodie to sit up and ripped my heart out of my hand.

He stared at it, holding it gently while water slipped down his cheeks.

"Why, Tord?! WHY WERE YOU TRYING TO END YOUR LIFE?!"

My eyes widened, though I was still too weak to answer. My mouth opened and closed, choked vowels leaving my throat for minutes.

"Y-ou k-no-w wh-at i-t i-s?"

Tom softened his gaze, placing my squished heart into the pool of blood carefully. He nodded, leaning close to me and pulling my hoodie up slowly. I tried fighting back, but with my weak body, it was no use.

He slipped the fabric off, leaving me in my grey shirt which he lifted as well. But only high enough to reveal my scar above where my heart had once been.

Running his fingers over it gently, Tom pulled his hand away before slipping his own hoodie off, throwing it on the ground. He lifted his shirt to his chest, his own scar coming into view.

Shock ran through my body, my mouth went dry as I realized what this meant.

"W-we're ki-lli-ng ea-ch o-the-r..."

Tom nodded slightly, letting his shirt fall again. He sighed, looking me softly in the eyes, his filled with remorse as mine mirrored his emotions.

Unable to sit upright any longer, I fell onto my bed, exhausted and overall weak. To my surprise, Tom laid beside me, looking at the ceiling with tear stained cheeks.

The room was silent, spare for the sharp breaths both of us took.

"Why were you trying to end your life, Tord?"

My eyes shut softly, a small breath leaving my body.

"I didn't wa-nt to die bec-ause of you."

A shuffle heard from beside me, I could tell Tom was nodding. He understood what I meant. Maybe he went through the same thing.

"Tord, I know we don't get along. And I know a big part of that is my fault. But the thing is...I don't want to die. Because of you, or because of me."

My eyes opened half lidded, I faced Tom with a tired gaze. He returned it, turning his body towards me and sighing softly.

"How about this. Instead of taking each other's Smirnoff and hentai, we buy it for each other."

A smile unconsciously curled at my lips as I processed what Tom's words meant.

"You'd buy hentai f-or me?"

I saw a scowl make its way on Tom's face as he hesitantly nodded, a small blush dusting his cheeks. It made me giggle lightly, Tom joining in with me a little.

"If it means stopping this stupid, and probably fatal, feud between us, then yes. I'll order some hentai online under a fake name."

A snort left my throat, the pain having eased up enough for me to breath normally again.

"But... Hey! Smirnoff costs more money!"

"Well hentai costs more dignity."

A playfully offended gasp left my lips, Tom snickering at his own comment.

"How rude! For that, you owe me at least ten new magazines today!"

I pouted slightly, folding my arms while Tom laughed the entire time, clutching his stomach as he did so.

"Aw, ok. But only if you get a couple of bottles of Smirnoff and hide them so Edd can't take them away."

I giggled softly, nodding at the request. The room went quiet again, though now in a comfortable silence.

Scooting over to Tom, I turned my body towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him into a warm hug. A few seconds passed until he hugged me back, smiles pulling at our lips as we closed our eyes.

From the metal box beside my bed, a shimmering blue light glowed from it. My chest felt warm and light, and I knew what that meant.

My heart was finally mending.