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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never Meant to Be

Part 2

Disclaimers found in the beginning of part 1

Roberto opened one eye and spotted a familiar shape outside his suite's window. He let out a low groan and got out of bed, walked over to the window, and opened it.
"Can't you come over at a more decent hour?" he asked, mock annoyance in his voice.
"I'd come during the day," replied the red skinned gargoyle, as he went in through the window. "But you'd have a better conversation with a brick wall."
Roberto let out a tired chuckle. "So come earlier in the night, or sleep here during the day. Hang for a couple of hours and then go for your patrol."
Brooklyn glanced out the window. "I don't know," he said. "I've never slept anywhere other than home."
Roberto chuckled. "Think of it as a sleep over. You'll be safe here, I guarantee. The maid only comes in to do the bed and change the towels, so if I put you in the closet, you won't have to worry about her finding you."
Brooklyn gave him a look.
"It's a big closet," Roberto explained, a twinkle in his eye.
"I'll think about it," responded Brooklyn, realizing that he was being teased.
Glancing around, the red gargoyle noticed a large bouquet of roses. "For who is this?" he asked, walking over to it.
On the top, he spotted a small note card.
"Uh...That's, that's, I think they sent it to the wrong address, er, suite number," said Roberto, nervously, ducking past Brooklyn and moving the vase outside the room. "It came late at night so I, um, decided to save it until tomorrow."
Brooklyn narrowed his eyes. He could hear the nervousness in Roberto's voice, and he could smell the slight fear.
Plus he was almost positive he read that the bouquet was addressed to Roberto. But who would send a male flowe Bro Brooklyn realized that he didn't know that much about the human. But how to find out without getting too personal?
X
"That's wonderful, Alexander," exclaimed Puck, floating above the infant. "That's a good boy!"
Alexander Xanatos gurgled in glee as a small ball kept floating in and out of mirrors.
Puck smiled, glad to see how well the child was still doing in magic. He still had more complex spells to learn, but first they needed to find a willing test subject.
A passing shadow caught his attention.
He turned around to face it.
"Ah, Brooklyn," he greeted, his devilish smirk in place.
The red skinned gargoyle nodded at him. "Puck," he said. "You've studied humans for centuries, right?"
"Of course," Puck responded, both he and Alex floating in front of the gargoyle. "They are such fascinating creatures."
Brooklyn cleared his throat, unsure of how to proceed. "Um, in your studies...did you ever come across men...giving flowers...to other men?"
Puck looked at him confused for a moment, before coming to a realization and turned an interesting shade of red. "Ah...yes. It's amazing how uncommon that particular situation is known, but not uncommon in other pretenses. It's just something is is usually kept a secret from the rest of the society. Humans frown upon homosexuality."
Brooklyn gave him a look.
"Interested in one's own gender."
"But procreation won't occur that way, male with male, or female with female."
Puck grinned at how innocent the gargoyle could be. "That's because procreation isn't the purpose. . . recreation is."
"Oh..." responded Brooklyn, his eyes furrowing. "How do you know? Did you...ever..?"
Puck shrugged. "When in Sparta..."
"I thought that was 'When in Rome.'"
"Trust me on this one, kid."
"I want to learn more about humans," Brooklyn then said. "But it's kind of hard when you're stone during their most active times."
Puck looked at Alex. Then he turned to Brooklyn. "We might be able to help each other," he said.
Brooklyn grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."
X
A white male with white hair and blue eyes tracked Roberto Quintanar as he made his way to the library.
He waited outside for a few moments, then walked in.
He watched as the brunette male moved to one section of the library and began pulling books off the shelf. With a concentrated look, the Latin man moved to a table and sat down, opening one book.
The white male took that opporutunity for some research of his own. He searched through the computer and jotted down some of the notes, found his books and began reading them, oblivious to the strange stares he got from a few passing people.
He also kept an eye on Roberto, who stayed rooted in his spot most of the time, unless he was getting a new book.
The white male looked back down at his book, reading about Spartans and their beliefs and practices for war.
His eyes fell on one paragraph.
He shut the book, eyes wide. A moment later, he opened it again and reread the paragraph. An amused look crossed his face. "Puck was definitely a curious guy," he said. He took a deep breath and opened one of the other books. When he was through, he looked up to look upon the human that was captivated his interest.
Roberto had left a while back ago.
The man glanced at the wall and gasped. There was one hour till sunset.
He leapt up, leaving the books on the table. He dashed out and hailed a taxi.
X
"Are you feeling okay?" asked Lexington, staring up at his red rookery brother.
"Just feeling a bit tired," responded Brooklyn.
Goliath narrowed his eyes. "Did the day's rest not serve you well?" he a, co, concern in his voice.
Brooklyn gave a half hearted srug. "I volunteered to help Puck with some spells for Alex. Maybe I'm just feeling the after affects."
Goliath frowned.
"Aw, Alex wouldn't do anything serious to hurt him," Lexingtom jumped in.
"But he is still learning and therefore does not have what he needs to make sure nothing goes wrong."
"I'll be fine," said Brooklyn. "I might just take a nap later on in the night."
"It's not like there is much time to do anything as it is," added Broadway, munching on a burger.
Angela patted his stomach affectionately. "Or eat," she teased.
Hudson chuckled. "Too true, lad."
"Well," said Goliath. "So long as you don't fall asleep in a place leaving you in a vulnerable position."
"I'll take care," said Brooklyn. He spread his wings and took off.
"Wait!" shouted Lexington. He frowned, puzzled. "I wonder why he didn't wait for me."
"I say we follow him."
"Broadway!"
Hudson shook his head. "As second in command, the lad should know not to go off on his own. I wonder if he's getting into something that he shouldn't."
"Brooklyn wouldn't do anything wrong," added Lexington, coming to his brother's defense.
"All the same..." said Goliath. "A little bit of following won't do anyone harm."
X
Brooklyn knocked on the window.
The glass slid open and he slipped right in.
"Are you mad?!" asked Roberto, dressed all in black.
"Well, you said I should hang out earlier in the night," said Brooklyn.
"Yeah, I did. But if you spent the morning here. People could have seen you coming in!" Roberto peered outside his window. "You told me yourself that the Quarrymen patrol the streets."
Brooklyn tilted his head. It sounded as if the human were genuinely concerned for his safety. Almost like Elisa with Goliath. . .
"Mind if I just crash for a bit?" asBrooBrooklyn.
Roberto quirked an eyebrow. "What, not enough sleep during the day?"
Brooklyn shrugged. "Maybe I'm coming down with something?"
Roberto narrowed his eyes. "Okay." Then he muttered, "Although I swear you said Gargoyles rarely get or stay sick after waking up..."
Brooklyn dropped onto the bed, wings spread. He propped his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
Roberto smiled. "I'll be leaving in an hour. Just make sure you close the window when you leave."
Brooklyn nodded.
Roberto ducked into the bathroom to comb out his damp hair. He eyed himself critically. He was suppose to look mysterious, and he wasn't sure if he was pulling off that look.
Sometimes I hate working for you guys, he thought to himself. Always being the one to get information from perverts. Jack could do as well too.
Roberto stopped thinking for a moment.
But Jack is too innocent. . . and me?. . . I'm too tainted.
Roberto stared at the mirror, his eyes taking a glassy far away look. He sighed. Shit... he thought. It's bad enough to be considered a sinner because I like guys... but what will the religious type say when they hear of a guy being attracted to a male non-human! Oh well... I'm use to the unrequited. Besides... it's nice being friends with someone who likes you for the way you are. Not what you are.
Roberto shed hed on a bit of cologne and walked out of the bathroom.
He paused and looked at the softly snoring form of Brooklyn.
He felt his face slightly heat up with the thought of feeling that powerful body claim him. He shook the thought out of his head and stepped towards the red beast.
With a small smile, Roberto raised the blanket that had been tossed aside and covered Brooklyn up. He gently pushed a few strands of white hairs away from Brooklyn's face.
"Hope you feel better," he said, before leaving the room.
Roberto made sure to lock the door and flip over the DO NOT DISTURB sign.
X
"See?" said Lexington. "He's just visiting his human friend."
"Yeah, but he's leaving him alone."
"I'm sure he can be trusted," said Angela. "He's one of the visiting detectives."
"I suppose," said Broadway. "But I say we follow him."
Lexington sighed. "Okay," he agreed. "But I think it's nice Brooklyn found a friend with the humans. One that can be trusted."
The three Gargoyles watched the floor. As soon as they spotted Roberto step out and hail a cab, they took off.
X
The three gargoyles rested on top of a building. Their eyes kept a look out for the young latin man that had befriended their second in command.
"There," said Broadway, as the man stepped out of the bar.
Roberto Quintanar paused right outside the bar's entrance, pulled his coat's collar up to his ears, then walked off to one side. Glancing around, he casually ducked into an alley and pulled out a cell phone.
The three watched him as he talked to someone, then set his phone back in his pocket and began to walk away.
A moment later, some guy dashed out of the bar. He looked to his right and left, and spotted Roberto. He had just taken a few steps in his direction when a car peeled out of nowhere and blocked the man's path.
Two men leaped out and threw the guy against the car.
Angela, Broadway, and Lexington tensed up, wondering what was going on.
Then they heard and recognized one of the men.
"You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a criminal. . . " said the one known as Officer Jimmy Joe.
"You've got no proof!" the other person shouted, as he was shoved into the car.
"We've got surveillanceaid aid the one known as Jack.
The person screamed in anger.
The three gargoyles shook their heads and flew onwards, heading in the direction that the human Roberto had taken.
They spotted him approaching a second vehicle.
Inside were two women.
"So?" asked the older one. "How did it go?"
Roberto shrugged. "Same old, same old. Tries to impress me with stories of illegal activities and I just walk away. Then he tries to follow me to get my number. Jack and Jimmy should be arresting him as we speak."
"Need a lift back home?"
Roberto shrugged. "Sure."
"See?" said Lexington, looking at Broadway. "He's a cop. He's just doing his job like Elisa does hers."
"Well," Broadway said. . ."I suppose you're right. Come on. Let's patrol. I'm sure Brooklyn will be joining us as soon as he get's his lazy butt out of the human's bed."
X
Roberto sighed as he entered his room.
For one heart stopping moment, both ladies had offered to walk him to his room. And knowing Christina, she would have just waltz right in, invading his privacy. But he declined, unsure if his Gargoyle friend was up there waiting for him or not. His excuse was that he could manage and was ready to just crash.
Christina definitely looked disappointed.
Stacey just shook her head. "You've got the number of the guy at the bar," she said.
"Yeah, but Roberto's got the room with the little refrigerator and ice-cream," Christina responded with a pout.
Both Stacey and Roberto rolled their eyes. "You can have some tomorrow," said Roberto, before heading to the elevator. "Good night."
"Night, Betito."
Roberto leaned up against the wall of the elevator as it rose up to his floor.
When the door chimed and opened, he stepped out and walked to his room. He unlocked the door and entered his room, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
His bed was empty.
Roberto felt a strange pang in his heart. He was kind of hoping that Brooklyn would still be there. The Gargoyle was simply fascinating, as were his stories about protecting Manhattan. Roberto sighed. Oh well, he thought to himself, as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"Hey there!" said a jolivial voice.
"Ah!" exclaimed Roberto, completely startled. He spotted Brooklyn hanging upside down by his window.
"I was ready to give up on you," he said.
Roberto caught his breath. "You were waiting for me?"
Brooklyn nodded. "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a night flight before I start my patrolling."
Roberto peered out of the window. "Um. . . I don't know. I'm not a really big fan of heights. Not after last week."
"Hey, I promise I won't drop you." Brooklyn held out a claw.
Roberto looked at the street below one final time before looking Brooklyn in the eyes. "Okay," he said, taking Brooklyn's hand.
X
Brooklyn laughed as Roberto pointed out everything he could recognize.
"This is incredible," he said. "But it's a little hard to see everything at this angle." Roberto looked Brooklyn ie eye eye from his cradled position.
"Hang on then," said Brooklyn.
"Hang o--aaahhh!! A little warning about what you're going to do next time?!"
Brooklyn laughed again. He had temporarily let go of the human to catch him under the arms so that he was face down. He adjusted his arms to wrap around Roberto's chest and waist.
Roberto forgot his anger when he saw the ground passing underneath him.
The sight was beautiful at night.
There were colors everywhere.
"That guy's speeding," said Roberto, looking at theing ing headlights.
"Don't you ever think of anything other than work?"
Roberto turned his head to look at Brooklyn. "Unfortunately, I don't have the chance. And when I do, something bad seems to happen."
"So you must be glad that I came into your life."
Roberto laughed. "Believe me. . . I'm more than glad. You saved my life. There is no way I'll be able to repay you." Then he chuckled. "Good thing I don't believe in life debts. Then I'd really be in debt."
"Oh?"
"Let's just say, with the crowd I run in, I end up in a lot of trouble and need rescuing. But I trust my friends. They're always there to bail me out. . . and I help them. It's all a win win situation."
"So what are all your friends like?"
Roberto sighed. "Um. . . well, Jack is like, the baby of the group. He is so naive, yet. . . he sees things that we miss. And he's a major klutz. But that usually ends up saving his life. Once he tripped and sprained his ankle during a chase. . . but the bullet that was aimed at him missed him. Had he not tripped, it would have killed him instantly."
"Wow."
Roberto nodded. "And Jimmy, he's kind of like our father figure. Jack, Gary, and Christina knew him since they were fifteen. I was eighteen. It's only been a few years, but, man. . . we love him and look up to him. And he looks after us. He's got one heck of a family who accepted us as one of their own."
Brooklyn smiled. "Sounds almost like Hudson. He's the elder in our clan. He thinks he's too old, but he's still got some warrior spirit in him."
"We have got to get those two together."
"What about the others?"
"Well, there's Mike. He looks and acts like a goof most of the time, and he likes to eat. . ."
"Sounds like Broadway. . ."
"But he's a great martial artist, and even though he won't admit it, I know he's always looking out for us. Stacey is great too. She can be real sweet, and real mean too. She doesn't take nonsense from anybody. Gary is my partner most of the time, and he's also Jack's. He hates me, but the feeling is mutual." Roberto laughed.
"Doesn't that concern you? I mean, as a partner. . ."
Roberto shook his head. "Thing is, we need each other, so we can't sort of go 'Oops, I didn't see that he was in trouble' or anything like that. He's a good detective, just don't let him know I said that. Christina's good, too. . if only she'd stop thinking about boys. That's about it."
Brooklyn chuckled. "Well, Goliath is our leader. He's the worry wart of the bunch."
"Naturally. . ."
"And Angela is his daughter. She's got a fiery spirit. And she's with Broadway." Brooklyn hoped the resentment didn't come through in his voice. "He likes to eat, too, and he's probably the most naive one of the bunch. Although. . . I'm sure Goliath can say that about me."
"No, you're just reckless."
"Heh. . . Lexington is the brains. He can pretty much figure anything mechanical. And Bronx, well, he's our pet."
"A pet Gargoyle? That almost sounds wrong."
"Well, he's like your dogs. He howls a lot, digs around."
"Chews on you slippers?"
"We don't wear slippers. But he does chew the cushions on our sofas," Brooklyn said with a grin.
Roberto chuckled. Then he frowned. "Um, maybe we should head back. It's getting kind of late, and you still have your patrolling to do."
"Right."
"Not to mention, I think this high altitude and thin air is getting to me."
Brooklyn glided down towards the higher buildings, skimming their tops as he made his way back to Roberto's hotel.
They soon arrived at the hotel.
Brooklyn set Roberto down gently.
Roberto turned to face the red gargoyle. "Thanks for the tour,"' he said. "It certainly was a change a pace."
Brooklyn beamed. "No problem." With that, he turned and left.
Roberto waited until he was out of sight before closing his window.
He had started feeling dizzy while up in the air and he was glad to be on solid ground again. But still. . . it was nice being held securely like that. Roberto sighed. Too bad he wasn't human. Or gay. Or even bi! With a shake of his head, Roberto decided to turn in for the night.
X
"Well, look who decided to join us," said Broadway, as Brooklyn caught up with them from the rear.
"Sorry about that," said Brooklyn. "Didn't realize how late it was."
The three gargoyles waited for Brooklyn to tell them what they already knew. To their surprise, he remained silent.
Each one had their own thoughts.
Broadway wondered if there was still something more sinister behind the acquaintance. They hal bel been betrayed one way or another by humans, or supposed friends. What if this detective was no different?
Angela thought of it as kind of cute. Apparently, Brooklyn felt giddy enough in having a newfound friend, and was too selfish to share at the moment.
Lexington was confused. They never held back secrets before. . . unless they were tricked. Why wasn't Brooklyn telling them about the detective friend? He didn't think it was bad, just strange. Whatever the reason, he was sure that Brooklyn would eventually tell him.
X
Mike shouted at the top of his lungs. "Kuso!! They just found two of the missing employees?!?!"
Jack, in his child-like attitude, blushed at Mike's cursing.
Jimmy immediately knocked Mike upside the head. "There are children around," was all he said.
Stacey just stared at Mike.. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were looking for attention."
Mike had the bit of decency to give a sheepish grin. "Sorry. . . ow!" he rubbed his head. "How in the hell do you that anyway?" He rubbed the back of his head and glared at Jimmy.
The older black man was not intimidated. "Do what?" he asked.
"Hit me so that the pain starts a fewondsonds after the impact!"
Jimmy shrugged.
"Maybe it's because your brain cells are just that slow to register pain," muttered Gary, staring at his cup of coffee.
Mike shot the younger detective an evil look. "I know where your room is," he said.
Gary pretended to be scared.
Christina chuckled before smiling brightly. "Hey, Roberto!" she called out.
Jack turned to face the Spanish detective.
Roberto waved at them, a tired look on his face.
Jack frowned. For the past several days, Roberto had seemed tired. And he had claimed that he had a bit of trouble sleeping.
This sudden bout of insomnia truly worried him.
However, Roberto seemed pleasant enough. Maybe it was just paranoia.
"So what exactly has been keeping you up?" asked Christina. "Secret boyfriend?"
"No," Roberto responded curtly, his cheeks flushing pink.
Gary scowled.
Roberto shot him a dirty look.
"There goes the peace," Stacey muttered.
"Um, Nick hasn't found you yet, has he?" asked Jack, somewhat timidly. It was well known among the group that Jack's cousin had an infatuation with Roberto, and constantly hounded him with calls and visits when he was discovered to be visiting the area.
"Actually. . . yeah. He has."
Jack winced. "What has he been doing? Calling?"
Roberto shook his head. "Your prímo hasn't gone that crazy. Yet. He sent me a huge bouquet of roses."
"How gay," muttered Gary.
Christina smacked him hard. "I would love for a man to send me roses."
"I can always forward the next batch," Roberto responded.
Christina pouted as Stacey laughed. "That isn't what I meant."
Roberto looked relieved as they stopped questioning him. He sat down in an empty chair next to Gary, and promptly scooted a few inches away from him.
Gdid did the same without thinking.
Stacey just rolled her eyes. I swear. . . they're in denial.
"So, what do we have?"
"Not much," responded Mike. "We're waiting on them to see autopsy reports."
Mike pointed out towards the open at two people heading their way.
Jack stood up to greet their new arrivals, and out of courtesy, the others followed suit.
"Mr. Bluestone, Miss Maza," said Jimmy.
"Officer Joe," both responded, having known that this elder cop was always one for formalities.
"So what do you have for us?" asked Mike, skipping all greetings.
Elisa sighed. "It's been confirmed that both corpses are two of the employees that had resigned from the museum. They both suffered numerous lesions to their bodies, and there was evidence of sexual assualt."
Matt spoke up. "They look like vistims of a ritual killing."
"Which means that they may have been killed by a complete stranger. But at the same time... both of them had complained for sexual harrassment on different employees and put in their resignations, correct?"
Elisa and Matt nodded.
"And the ones accused of harrassment...did they have alibis?" Roberto asked.
"The ones in these cases did. The only one that didn't was the one case that blood was found on the roof top. It's just that there wasn't enough physical evidence to indict him. He even passed his lie detector test."
Mike snorted. "Yeah, we all know how that can go."
"That still doesn't explain a connection between those three museums. I mean, right now it all just looks coincidental," said Jack.
"And we know how coincidences are nothing but clues to what's easily missed," said Gary.
"Maybe we should question the suspects our way," said Roberto.
"Your way?" asked Elisa.
"We have some unconventional methods, but I can assure you, they are not unethical in any way," quipped Mike.
Both New York detectives looked even more confused.
"He likes to speak as if he had intelligence," explained Stacey, as Mike shot her a dirty look.
Jack smiled at the detectives. "Okay, Jimmy, Christina, Mike, and Stacey will re-interview the original suspects, and Roberto, Gary, and myself will look into the artifacts that were stolen. I suspect that the real connection lies in that."
Roberto gave a small smile.
"Well, that's good," said Elisa. "Right now any bit of of lead, no matter how small is what we need."
"In that case, I'll get started on this with one of the museums. You guys, have a nice day."
Roberto stood up, snatching up one of the papers.
Mike flapped his arm around and barely caught Roberto by the hem of his shirt. "Matte! Don't forget to be careful. We still haven't got an ID on the person that shot you and if he is an employee working at one of these museums, we don't want him catching you a second time."
Roberto rolled his eyes. "Si, si, papi. Lo que ustéd diga," he said, giving a small wave of his hand as he pulled away from the overprotective detective.
"What did he say?" Mike asked, glancing over at Jack and Stacey who were smiling in amusement.
A few moments later, Mike could be heard shouting, "I'm not your daddy!!" followed by a burst of laughter and a "That didn't quite come out right" recovery line.
X
A pair of dark eyes glittered as he watched his prey leave the safety of his group.
Damn him.
He was suppose to be dead, having been pushed off the roof. He seemed to have the Devil's luck.
And their future target was infatuated with him.
It wasn't hard to see why.
It wouldn't have been much of a problem, but still. It wasn't because of their target's infatuation which might put the man's friends closer to figuring them out. . .
It was the way he had been dismissed.
The little fag.
Acting all high and mighty.
No one gave him the brush off.
He began to mutter some words, knowing the path that you young man would take, knowing that if the timing was right, both the problem and his revenge would take care of itself, and hopefully before his boss found out about him..
X
Crystal blue eyes observed the young man.
He walked with a natural charm that seemed to attract the attention of most people around him, both men and women.
He smiled gently at a little girl, who in turn ran to her mother, gushing about the nice man that smiled at her.
He watched as Roberto sat down to talk with the group. He felt a bit of annoyance as the dark haired cop showed his obvious dislike for the brunette. It was just like he said.
He also watched in amusement at the interaction that the group had with each other. He never saw such playfulness between Matt and Elisa.
Then again, this group was bigger, and had apparently known each other for more years.
Speaking of which, he spotted his detective friends approaching the group.
If only he could get close enough to hear what they were saying without looking like he was eavesdropping.
A movement to his side caught his attention.
He was caught off guard to see a black male watching the group of detectives.
The hair on the back of his neck rose as he could feel the hatred coming from the man. A moment later, the man muttered some words and then left.
Glancing back at the detectives, he noticed that Roberto was leaving.
A bad feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach.
Maybe he should follow.
X
Roberto paused in his steps, papers in one hand, a small bag of groceries in the other arm.
Every nerve in his body said that something wicked came his way.
But what?
He glanced back to see if he could spot anyone, or anything, out of the ordinary.
As fa he he could tell, there was nothing too far out of place. Unless you pointed out the pair of teens that had at least ten pounds of jewelry on them.
Roberto shook his head and continued to head back towards his hotel.
It had been over two years since he worked here in New York. Six months of hell. Started off on a deadly relationship with a jealous vampire...
Noo seo self... make sure your boyfriend is alive, not just a walking, talking corpse...
. . .was targeted by a group of bigots who wanted to teach his openly bisexual employer a lesson. . .
Second note. . . remember that police work is less dangerous at times like these...
. . . then got hit on by said employer. . .
Third note. . . avoid bisexual males. . . worse than single women and gay men ... too much hormones.
Well, maybe the last one was an unfair generalization. They were just excuses to avoid relationships. They were just too much trouble. And his powers weren't much help.
The power of seduction.
Sounded like a blessing.
If you loved the attention.
And weren't molested all the time because you weren't aware of it and were giving off the "fuck me" vibes.
God, he sometimes hated himself to the point of just taking the gun and blowing his brains out.
But he couldn't do that to Jack.
Jack was his best bud. One of the very few people to admit he had no problems with his sexual orientation. One of the few that was comfortable enough to invite him to a sleep over after learning such a fact. One of the few that risked his life to keep him from ending his own.
He owed it to Jack to remain alive.
It was just. . . it just was. . . it still got lonely.
Especially when he thought about his family.
Roberto took a deep breath, and tried to forget as tears rose into his eyes.
His family was still a sore subject with him, one of many that constantly threatened to bring him into the hell of anguish and despair.
Roberto stopped walking and stood still for a moment, trying to get a control of himself.
He wasn't even aware of the people walking around them, or the appreciative looks some threw his way.
"Roberto?"
Roberto's heart stopped. Díos mío, please don't let it be him, he thought to himself, turning around to face the person who called his name. He tried notgroagroan. God, why don't you just kill me now. . .
A handsome man stood before him, with light brown hair and blue eyes.
"Mr. Jay," Roberto responded, nodding at his ex-employer. . . and self-proclaimed suitor.
"Robby," Mr. Jay said, with a disapproving tone.
Roberto winced. He hated that name. Along with a few more english variations.
"You know better that to call me Mister. . . You no longer work for me!"
"Uh, right. . . Nick."
Nick smiled. "So . . .did you like my present?"
"Uh. . .it was an interesting choice," Roberto carefully responded. "That was the first time I ever received that many flowers. "
"I thought you'd like it. Of course, I meant to go over and put those flowers to use. . ."
Roberto mentally shrieked. Nick Jay was a player, and he nitenitely didn't want to be another notch on Jay's headboard of conquests. . . although Nick probably didn't know that he knew that. It wasn't like an evil obsession, Roberto knew the difference from years of experience. However, it was as irritating as a gnat in your eyes and Roberto wanted it done with.
"..long soak in the bathtub," Nick continued. "So?"
"Huh?"
"You weren't listening." Nick frowned.
"No, sorry. I. . .look, Nick. I really need to go. I have a lot of work to do."
Nick frowned. "You always have something to do. Makes me wonder if you weren't serious when you said you'd think about going out with me."
Well, that was kind of low. "Nick. . . I. . . oh! Olvídalo! I have to go." With that, Roberto stalked off, annoyed. Honestly, the man just needed to back down and find a new obsession.
"Hey, I'll call you!" he heard Nick shout.
Yeah. . . he really needed a new hobby.
X
It was a strange feeling. . . watching one man flirt with another.
Especially, when examining such feelings, one realized they were very similar to ones of watching a current love interest spending time with someone other than him.
However, judging by the look on Roberto's face, the Latin male was annoyed by the presence of the human named Nick Jay.
While he was glad that Roberto seemed to be rejecting the man, he found it strange as well.
Nick Jay was denfinitely attractive by human standards. He looked like a model and could almost pass as a twin for the actor Brad Pitt during his role as Louis in Interview With a Vampire...only less moody.
And that alone made Roberto more interesting.
Most people didn't pass the opportunity to enjoy the company of a handsome or beautiful person... so why did he?
X
Roberto glanced one more at the papers before him as he shifted the paper bag in his left arm.
He slowed down his pace as he approached the crosswalk before him.
Figures, he thought, as the light turned red. People came to a stand still as cars began moving forwards.
Robeto patiently waited for the light to change.
Then his head began to hurt.
It was as something was crushing his brain, and spots began to dance around in front of him. His lungs felt like they were stopping, and he was unable to take in a breath of air.
"Mister, are you okay?" he heard a warbled voice ask. It was if he were underwater.
The little bit that he did see moved slowly, as if time were stopping.
"I don't know," he heard himself reply, sluggishly.
He could hear his heart booming in his ears at a slow and steady pace.
And he could almost make out the sound of blood rushing through his blood vessels.
And the floor tilted to one side.
As he fell, it was as if all time resumed normal speed.
He could hear people screaming as he crashed into the unforgiving pavement, scratching up his hands and arms, and banging one his knees hard enough to make it go numb. He pushed himself up into sitting position in time to see a large dump truck barreling his way, horn blaring and tires squaling as clouds of smoke and the smell of burning rubber filled the air.
Roberto turned his head away and raised an arm. He shut his eyes and hoped with all his heart that he wouldn't feel a thing. . .
tbc
Japanese
Kuso -- shit, damn matte -- wait
Spanish
estás loco -- are you (you are)
crazy mierda-- shit si,
si papi, lo que ustéd diga -- sure sure (yes yes) daddy, whatever you (formal form) say
Díos mío -- my God olvídalo -- forget it
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