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Swallow The Moon	By : GhostHelwig Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 9539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy or “The Leaving Song”. AKA Cartoon and the Cartoon Network own the Eds; A.F.I. owns the song. Still rated R for violence, language, sexual situations (references only in this chapter), and copious amounts of slash.
That’s right, slash. Big surprise from me, I’m sure.
Also, to anyone who thought I’d given up – I apologize for how incredibly long the wait has been. Please continue to be patient – the chapters may take this side of forever to go up, but they will, in fact, go up.
And a huge thank you to all of you for your kind words and support. When writing this gets to be its hardest, you help me to soldier on.
Special thanks, as ever, to darthelwig, without whom I never would have begun this journey. I couldn’t do it without you, sis.
More special thanks to Mysticlynx, for looking over the unfinished first draft of this chapter and catching a very important mistake. Thank you muchly, dearest.
This chapter is dedicated to all of you Eds lovers out there, whether you’re a fan of this story or not – I hope everyone is watching the new episodes, and loving them as much as I do.
Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.
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Coolingby Ghost Helwig
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“Walked away...”
Anger curled in Eddy’s throat, slid its slippery tendrils into his mouth. He’d let his rage stew all night, and by now it was whirling around him, blinding his eyes.
“Heard them say...”
He’d tried watching television, but early morning shows did nothing to distract him. All they did, with their insipid, cartoon-y violence or vaulted, righteous (self-righteous) preaching or jumbled sports jargon or divisive, (unrealistic) black-and-white news, was piss him off even further.
He turned the television off, slammed his way into his bedroom. There was a pounding in his head, in his chest, in his heart, a pounding like the rush of blood through his veins, and as he flopped onto his bed he found himself wanting to scream with the pure frustration of it all. That fucking pounding was driving him mad.
“‘Poison hearts will never change. ’”
He couldn’t help Double D anymore, that was certain. But did that mean he just had to sit here, sit on this knowledge and not do a thing about it? Just let Kevin (fucking perfect-ass Kevin, who had betrayed Double D - prick, fucking prick, I’ll kill you) get away with what he’d done?
Intolerable.
He couldn’t help Double D, that was true.
But he could avenge him.
“Walk away again.”
He could see, in his mind’s eye, that cold, hollow tomb where Double D was held up, his so-called ‘home’. Ever since the night he’d first touched Double D, first made love to him, he’d thought Double D’s house, his bedroom, and especially his bed to be – nearly - off-limits, too sacred somehow to touch, lest he sully them. (When they made love there, it was that, it was ‘making love’ – sex was something they did on Eddy’s bed, in Nazz’s bathroom, once out by the lake late at night, with no one else around; it had to be making love when on Double D’s bed, because only love could touch something so pure.)
But then he’d found the evidence of a cruel, vile sin in Double D’s bathroom, curse words painted in blood on a church. It was blasphemy, the only kind Eddy still believed in.
“Turned away...”
Double D’s home as well as his body had been violated. Eddy could barely stomach the thought of it - it lay heavy in the pit of his belly, a living thing, mold, pulsing.
And Double D - he had to deal with not only the thought, but the reality.
It galled.
“...in disgrace...”
He was out of the house and into the street before he thought anything through. And as he stood in the middle of the road, early morning sunlight streaking the sky pink and gold, he realized he had only one thing, in his whole life, left to lose.
“Felt the chill upon my face...”
And for once, it was something he actually wanted gone.
“Cooling from within.”
His own fears, his lies, his mask - all worthless, now. All absolutely fucking worthless.
Compared to Double D’s pain, everything was worthless.
“It’s hard to notice...”
He waited, shifting from foot to foot, still standing in the middle of the street. He needed a plan, needed to think of a way to confront Kevin - but planning had never been his strong suit. He preferred the quick rush of adrenaline, the release of pent-up tension, stressed muscles and flying fists-
And as it happened, that was exactly what he thought Kevin deserved.
“...gleaming from the sky...”
And then he saw it - Kevin, turning the corner into the cul-de-sac, familiar red cap perched on his head and Rolf walking along at his side.
And suddenly Eddy was running.
“...when you’re staring at the cracks...”
Had he had more breath in his lungs, he would’ve been screaming - had he not been so furious, raging gaze seeing only the red of his vision, the red of Kevin’s hat, he would’ve seen Nazz and Sarah, just exiting Nazz’s house and staring at him in bewilderment as he passed.
But all Eddy could see, could think and feel, was the red.
“Hard to notice...”
Kevin and Rolf were laughing. Eddy hadn’t heard Double D laugh in months.
That alone was enough to send his fist crashing into Kevin’s face.
“...what is passing by...”
As Kevin hit the ground, Eddy heard Nazz shriek Kevin’s name, heard the pounding footsteps that heralded the coming of the two girls to see what was going on. Rolf was just staring in shock at him, while on the ground Kevin slowly sat up, eyes glazed with both shock and pain.
Smiling, sickly smiling, inside, Eddy kicked Kevin hard in the nose. Blood splattered his shoe, and suddenly the smile was all over his face.
“...with eyes lowered.”
Rolf growled and made a grab for him, but Eddy twisted away, kicking out at Kevin again and connecting with his shoulder. As Kevin fell back and hit the concrete, Eddy knew, in his heart, that Double D would disapprove of this, no matter what Kevin had done.
“You...”
Fuck it, Eddy thought with an inner pang, a sourness settling in his heart.
He already hates me anyway.
“Walked away...”
He aimed another kick at Kevin’s forehead, hoping to hit his eyes, maybe puncture them, make him really bleed, really die - only Kevin’s quick reflexes, finally working, saved him.
Saved him, as Double D had never been saved.
Eddy screamed, a sound more pain than communication, and kicked at him again.
“Heard them say...”
Kevin grabbed his foot and pulled. Eddy landed flat on his back, winded and furious, cool asphalt only furthering to ignite, not cool, his raging temper. He was up and on Kevin before either of them could recover enough to think.
“‘Poisoned hearts will never change.'”
I hate you, he thought wildly. I hate you, I hate you, I really fucking hate you.
He couldn’t even tell if he was talking to Kevin-
Or himself.
“Walk away again.”
Behind him, he heard more pounding footsteps, then a strident cry of “Eddy, stop it!” It galled him. How could Jonny ask him to stop, knowing what he knew?
He punched Kevin in the face as he straddled his body, punched him again and again, feeling his fingers sliding in blood.
“All the cracks will lead...”
As Rolf’s arms roughly wrapped around his waist and he was yanked off of Kevin, he wondered where Jimmy was, where Ed was-
Where Double D was.
“Right to me...”
With all his heart, he hoped that behind those empty windows, Double D hadn’t been watching.
“And all the cracks will crawl...”
Kevin wasn’t smiling. It was a surprise; with his body held basically in check by Rolf and the fire draining out of him the longer he thought of Double D, Kevin should’ve been fucking smug. He was always fucking smug.
But Kevin wasn’t smiling, and Nazz and Sarah and Jimmy (when the hell did he get here?) and Jonny weren’t smiling, and though he couldn’t see him Eddy would’ve bet Rolf wasn’t smiling, either.
So he smiled, for all of them.
“...right through me...”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kevin snapped. And all Eddy could do was try his hardest not to laugh.
What was wrong with him? It would take years to answer that question.
“All the cracks...”
Or maybe...
It would take three syllables.
“...they lead...”
“Double D.”
“...right to me.”
Kevin was staring at him, they were all staring at him, and Eddy couldn’t figure out why. He’d answered their stupid question. Were they that blind, that they didn’t understand?
Apparently they were.
“Idiots,” he muttered, “the lot of you.”
“And all the cracks...”
“You and Double Drip have a fight?” Kevin looked honestly confused, even though anger still burned in his eyes, honestly curious, as though he wanted to know before he bashed Eddy’s skull in.
And Eddy’s thin, thin temper snapped all over again.
How dare Kevin even ask him that?
“...will crawl...”
“Like you don’t know,” he growled. “This is all your fault! You did this! It all started because of you.”
A flash in his mind, an image. A party, Double D smiled his drop dead gorgeous smile at Kevin, who smiled and dared to touch his skin - then all Eddy could see was red (that damnable, damning red). Another flash, something he hadn’t seen but could only too easily imagine, Kevin using his jock-boy strength to throw Double D down onto his bed, screaming-
And another flash, this time of Double D’s innocent surprise when Eddy grabbed his face and kissed him, and the way Eddy could feel him all over for days afterwards-
All because of Kevin. Fucking perfect Kevin.
“...right through me.”
“You did it,” he muttered, and it would be hours before he realized that the shock on Kevin’s face could be blamed on seeing him begin to cry.
“You ruined... everything.”
“...and I fell apart.”
Kevin’s eyes were very, very dark; his whole face was shadowed. It was impossible to tell what was going on behind that untouchable, untouched mask.
Not that it mattered much, because Eddy was no longer seeing him anyway.
“As I...”
His gaze had been drawn inexorably back to Double D’s window; no light shown through it, but for a moment, a flicker at an upper window, and Eddy could swear Double D was behind those gauze curtains, was about to look out, to look down on him like some stupid mythical princess looking down on her handsome prince – which was ridiculous, because Double D, odd girly habits like cleanliness and fussiness aside, was no girl, and Eddy knew he was no freaking prince...
Perhaps it was that split-second distraction that allowed Kevin to land such a devastating first blow.
“Walked away...”
Eddy landed hard on the ground, felt something give in his shoulder – he knew even without Double D’s medical expertise that it would hurt in about ten seconds, when the shock wore off.
And it certainly did.
As he rolled away from Kevin’s feet kicking at him, tried to avoid Rolf’s strong workman’s hands that grabbed for him, he heard pounding footsteps again-
Goddammit, Jonny, when will you ever learn to stop running away?
“...heard them say...”
He thought maybe Nazz was screaming at them to stop. For a second, that young child who adored her soared inside him, hope flared-
Then he realized – he was the one screaming. But on the inside.
He would not give either of the people hitting him – any of them, the whole damn cul-de-sac – the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
But then he did hear a voice - and how much easier it was, to hear that voice, than to pay attention to the pain his body was in (it turned out, he couldn’t roll that quickly, couldn’t escape either firm hands or hard sneakers). And it made him want to scream for an entirely different reason.
“God, this is stupid.” Sarah, of course. “C’mon, Nazz, let’s go.”
“No.” Softly. With a sad, liquid sort of grace.
“I... need to see this.”
“‘Poisoned hearts will never change.’”
Sarah gave a very put-upon sigh, and walked off, feet stomping hard down the street. But Eddy didn’t care about that, or her, fuck her, she’d let Double D down too, and been a bitch to Ed besides, and either way who could care about her when Nazz had – when Nazz had –
When Nazz had stood by, crying quietly, as Kevin and Rolf beat him into the pavement.
“...walked away again.”
He’d twisted to try and scramble away, to get towards her and maybe spit in her betraying face – but he couldn’t, now. Not now that he’d seen her face. He could only lay as curled as possible, blinking up at her through sweaty, blood-spattered hair, his nose oozing steadily and his eyes wet and he could feel rain on his skin, cool and sweet and thoroughly drenching him, even though the sun was just coming out and the sky was quickly becoming a perfect clear blue...
She looked at him, and the unfamiliar emotion in her eyes was worse than a smile would have been. Then Kevin kicked him so hard in the side his eyes blurred with pain and tears, so hard he couldn’t see or think or breathe-
And by the time he had a chance to look again, she had gone.
“Turned away...”
Kevin and Rolf, their audience disbanded, soon grew tired of their attack, and stopped after one more kick to the small of his back each. Eddy watched, breathing rough and uneven, as Kevin casually fixed his hat with one shaky, blood-spattered hand. (And why are you shaking, you fucking pervert? Are you thinking about what you did to him?)
But he knew better than to think Kevin was feeling any of this. Like Kevin would care about Double D at all, like he ever cared (Double D trusted you, you fucking bastard) -
And Rolf didn’t, either, that was blatantly obvious (...just like he trusted me...) -
They spoke quietly to each other for a minute – Eddy was too tired to even pretend to care what was said. Hell, they were probably in it together – probably set Double D up – the whole fucking cul-de-sac hates us-
Rolf walked off, but Kevin bent low, obviously intent on speech and leaning over Eddy – who smiled viciously, despite the pain, when he saw the marks his fists had made connecting with Kevin’s skin. (Red marred pale, turned swiftly to darkening purple, and the colors were more beautiful and satisfying than those of a misleading rainbow – he’d searched for years, and never found a pot of gold to saturate his life with riches; the only gold he’d ever had rested, still and always, in Double D.)
Whatever Kevin had been about to say, he kept to himself upon seeing that look; instead, he paused for a moment, then took careful aim-
And spit directly into Eddy’s eyes.
“...in disgrace...”
“And you can send that,” he said, voice low and slick; brutal, “to your precious Double D.”
“...felt the chill upon my face...”
Kevin walked away. Sunshine, still light and cool but warming the ground (though it could not warm him, not his skin, not anything of his), shot daggers into his eyes – but he stared up into the sky anyway, as if it wasn’t even there.
And the rain in Eddy’s head kept falling... falling.
Everything was just... falling.
“...cooling from within.”
“I knew it would rain.”
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