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Blood in the Water	By : AeoAthura Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 10400 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter Six:
Kevin did not know French, at least not more than any normal American speaking citizen (because he was in full belief that he did not speak English, the language of tea and crumpets, but American, the language of freedom and baseball). However he did know one word in French thanks to Edd - when they were younger he had heard him say Mere whenever he referred to his mother. Earlier that morning as he stood in the man’s doorway listening in on a conversation he knew he should not have been there for he heard Edd repeat that word over and over again, a slow chant, a quiet plea. Watching Edd’s body doubled over, his hand covering his face as if ashamed of his very existence, Kevin felt his heart breaking.
True to what he expected however, Eddward lashed out when he returned to his senses. Kevin had been appreciative of the shadows in the room, he was happy that he could not see the loneliness often masked in his blue eyes. But even though he had not seen it, he could imagine it.
That thought had distracted him on the way to school and made him have to veer sharply to avoid hitting a car, resulting in honks and angry name callings; a few middle fingers were shown. America, the land of entitlement. He was not going to complain however.
By the time he pulled into the gate he knew he was early, and was glad for it. He found Nazz’s car and parked his bike beside it. The woman was inside, listening to her radio as she performed her morning ritual of applying her war paint - or as many women called it: makeup. She glanced over as Kevin cut the engine and hung it on his handlebars.
He invited himself into the car, settling down into the passenger seat as he listened to the disc jockey talk about a pileup on the northern thirty-two.
“Hey Kev, what’s up?” She reached out and turned the radio down to a quiet murmur before returning her attention to the visor mirror for her makeup.
Kevin settled back in his seat and kicked his feet up on the dashboard, staring at the half undone lace on his left shoe. He was composing his words carefully while Nazz patiently waited. “Hey Nazz, what…” he sighed, “How do you know…” No that would not work either.
“You like Edd.”
“What?!” He flinched, scrambling, “But how…”
The woman flipped her visor up and capped her mascara, “Kevin, I have never seen you worry and fuss over anyone like you did with Edd. You are a tough guy but you went through two years of therapy after seeing him hurt - you already have a connection with him. You didn’t have to be around him until recently, so now that you’re being forced to confront him on a more personal level you’re discovering that you have feelings.”
Kevin just stared for a long minute, mouth agape as he parsed Nazz’s shockingly precise words. “When did you figure all that out?” He shot.
“Call it a woman’s intuition.” She mused with a grin, “And Marie told me that Edd confessed you two made out the other night.” She shrugged, “But I always had a feeling. Marie and I made a bet on this about a year ago, you two were just way too uptight with each other.”
“Since when are you and Marie so buddy-buddy!” Kevin shot.
Nazz shrugged some, “Since our two best friends started trying to kill each other in the most subtle homoerotic ways.”
“I’m not gay! I mean… I feel bad for Edd, I don’t know what happened last week,” or less than two hours ago, he mentally confessed, “But I don’t want in his pants!” Well that was the most bold faced lie he had ever told anyone.
She sighed, “Then what are you after Kev? You look pretty flustered.”
Kevin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He remembered the feel of Edd’s hair, surprisingly soft, the sound of that purr echoed in his mind and pooled fire straight in his abdomen. He blinked and realized he had gone silent, cleared his throat, “I want to help him.”
“So you’re on this again?” She asked, “What do you expect to do for him? You saved his life, that should be more than enough. You did a good thing and you’ve already suffered enough for it.”
“If I did such a good thing then why is he so miserable?” He asked.
“You always told me he’s just an ass.” She shot.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek, “I knew that wasn’t true. He’s… When I went into his house it felt so empty. No parents, no pets, no siblings. I always knew I just never realized.”
Nazz thought for a moment, then smiled, “Well, why don’t you be his friend?”
“Because he and I get along like kerosene and a lit match.” He said, recalling thoughts from a few hours ago. Indeed they were explosive together, aggressive and fiery. “I don’t know what it is but when I’m around that guy I just can’t control myself, he has this way of stepping on every nerve!”
“Well, then how about you gets the Eds’ back together?”
Kevin blinked and gave a curious look to his friend, “You mean Ed and Eddy? You remember how well that went last time.”
“Yeah but that was back in Sophomore year, Edd was still really scared and hurt. Maybe now he’ll be a little more willing to let them back in his life. Why don’t you try big Ed first? Marie says that Edd doesn’t hate him like he does Eddy.” She flashed him a smile.
“I’m not going anywhere near Eddy!” Kevin said sharply, “That dude’s a fucking prick.”
Nazz chuckled, “Then let me worry about Eddy. You just go talk to Ed ok?”
Kevin thought about all of this, then sighed, “Yeah, alright.” He reached out and popped the door open, “Thanks Nazz.”
“Oh and Kev?” She called before he closed the door, “You might want to take care of mini-Kevin before you talk to anyone.” She winked and grinned as she saw Kevin’s face flush before he slammed the door and adjusted his pants and stormed off.
Women, who needed them!
#
The rest of that day went by at an agonizingly slow pace when compared to how his day had begun. His mind was abuzz with thoughts of Edd and what Nazz had told him. Getting the three Eds’ back together would likely be an easy task, now that Kevin had seen how truly alone Edd was. Yet he could not deny that his gut twisted with jealousy at the thought and it was somewhere between Math and Physics that Kevin admitted he wanted to be the one Edd looked to as a companion.
The swimmer was a dangerous, volatile and somehow sexy creature. For years he and Kevin had been at each others throats for no particular reason save for proving who had sharper teeth. Edd was indeed a shark in many ways, he was rough and strong and always moving, always thinking. A calculating predator who had, at some point, decided that Kevin was his prey. And yet just earlier that morning Kevin had braved kissing a shark flush on the mouth and walked away unscathed but more twisted up than ever.
Regardless he went to the library during lunch, sat down beside Marty who was busying himself with his calligraphy pen and informed him that he would not be at practice that day. Kevin was given a brief thumbs up before he left. Marty was a strange guy, but Kevin could trust him.
After school had ended he took his bike and rode out to to the outskirts of town. A year ago Rolf had dropped out of school and he and his family sold their house to take a larger plot of land. They had readily adopted Ed who could not keep up his grades to remain in school once Edd had stopped tutoring him. Kevin knew Ed had been more upset at the loss of a friend than his diploma - not that Ed could even spell diploma.
His bike rolled down the long gravel driveway leading up to a surprisingly lavish house. Rolf’s family accounted for almost sixty percent of the agriculture in the tri-county area and over thirty percent of its bacon. They were relatively well off for money.
No sooner did he cut the engine than a tall tanned figure was walking towards him. Rolf was shirtless and quite shameless in showing off how farm life had treated his body, but he had a bright grin on his face, “Well if it isn’t Kevin!” His arms were out and he grabbed his old friend in a lung-crushing hug before Kevin was even fully dismounted from his bike, “It has been too long ya? Why you not visit Rolf more often! Come, we have bacon!”
Well who could say no to bacon? Unfortunately, “Sorry Rolf, I actually came here for a reason. I need to talk to Ed.”
Rolf rose one hilariously bushy brow, “Ed-Boy? He is tending the chickens. For what purpose do you need him?” He turned and was already walking away and Kevin jogged to follow.
“It’s a bit personal.” He said, though asked himself if it really was. He wondered how much Rolf knew about Ed and if he would even care about why Kevin was really there.
Rolf huffed, “Why you no visit Rolf anymore?”
“Sorry man, school’s rough. Between practice and studying I hardly have time to breathe.”
Rolf said nothing, but Kevin could see the fenced off chicken coops they were approaching. “Ed-Boy!” Rolf called sharply, “Come now, someone has come to see you.” He beckoned to nobody in particular.
One of the coop doors opened and Kevin could hear laughter, the chuckle of someone who was genuinely entertained by something truly trivial. Ed was six feet five inches of muscle thanks to all of his time on the farm. He had been a quarterback in his freshman year of high school for the time his grades were acceptable. The man lumbered up towards the gate with a chicken under each arm and stopped when he saw Kevin, but a big bawdy smile erupted on his face, “Kevin!”
Kevin offered him what had to be a weak smile in return and a little wave, “Hey Ed. Cool poultry.”
“This is Cluck-Cluck and Henrietta!” He motioned by lifting the arm with the aforementioned birds. He looked to Rolf for answers as to why he had been summoned.
“Ed, come out. Kevin came to talk with you.” Rolf made a sweeping gesture for the other to exit the cage and Ed turned to set the hens down with shocking gentleness. They waddled away, completely attuned to Ed’s presence.
When the other was standing out on the dirt pathway before Kevin, all attention was on him. He looked Ed square in the eyes and saw the other’s attention already waning. “So Ed, um.” He was trying to pick his words, then wondered why when he had to be blunt when it came to the lummox, “Hey Ed, I gotta ask. When was the last time you talked to Double-D?”
Ed’s attention suddenly snapped into complete focus and those big round eyes were centered on Kevin in such a way that made him fidget uneasily. Rolf was staring at him too, a look of annoyance on the farmer’s face which told Kevin that he did know and he did care.
“Not since he told me he would destroy all of my monster movies if I ever talked to him again!”
Kevin admitted to himself that he had no idea what had happened between the three Eds’ after the incident. “I think he was just scared Ed. I think he was just acting out.”
Kevin looked to Ed who looked to Rolf who was glaring at Kevin. He swallowed.
“I-I told him I was sorry!”
Kevin held back a sigh, “It’s alright Ed. I know you’re sorry. A lot of people are for what happened. But if you could have Double-D back as a friend, would you?”
“Like when Yadsgar the Destroyer made peace with the Potato People of Glaktar ten even after they ate all of their spaghetti?”
The jock blinked and just went with it, “Sure.”
“I miss Double-D and Eddy.” Ed admitted with such a tone of genuine sadness. The man was almost incapable of hiding his emotions, it was strange.
“I know you do bud. If I make it possible, will you come to see Edd?”
“The mean Edd-boy will not hurt my Ed-Boy again!” Rolf interjected with a surprising level of possessiveness, “You will not put him through that again!”
Kevin turned to Rolf, “Hey man, relax. We’re trying to help Double-D. I wouldn’t let him hurt Ed, you have my word.”
“Your word is nothing!”
Kevin suddenly lunged and shoved Rolf hard, but the farmer moved less than a step back from the effort, “You know what my word means man, and you of all people…should trust me on this.”
If Rolf decided to attack Kevin feared broken bones.
Rolf’s coiled muscles slowly relaxed and his expression melted to wariness, “You come have dinner while Rolf thinks about this.” He stated and turned to leave, the discussion ended. Kevin looked back to Ed and saw hesitancy before he loped after Rolf.
Eventually Kevin followed. He helped Rolf and Ed finish their daily chores, and though he knew he was tough he felt winded after the first half hour while the other two had hardly showed any signs of discomfort.
When dinner arrived, twelve people were sitting around a massive table lined with very unique food, but Kevin was too hungry to care. The air was a happy one, he found himself forgetting his troubles in all of their company. He realized how much he missed having his best bud, strange as he was, by his side.
When the goodbyes were said and Kevin was making his way back to his bike, content with a very full stomach, he heard another set of steps following him. He turned to see Rolf accompanying him back to his bike, “Thanks man,” Kevin said to break the silence, “I had fun today. You’re right, I should visit more often.”
“Yes you should.” The farmer said with confidence. There was a pause, “Can you assure me that Ed-Boy won’t be hurt?”
Kevin sighed, shook his head, “I can’t promise anything man. Edd’s pretty fucking unpredictable. But I think this can work. You can beat the crap out of me if it comes down to it though.”
“Be certain I will, Kevin.” And suddenly Kevin was being hugged again, his ribs threatening to splinter and his stomach churning uncomfortably.
Once released, Kevin smiled pleasantly and mounted his bike. He swung it around and jetted down the gravel driveway feeling better than he had in a week.
This could work, he thought.
#
Kevin felt himself sinking. The water was cold and thick, constricting his arms and legs to only be able to move so much. He looked upwards, saw the top of the water high above in a small aqua oval with the silver moon perched overtop. It was getting further and further away as he thrashed, his lungs burned and screamed.
He watched the blue-green oval beginning to tint red. He thrashed and saw the pools of blood rising from himself and felt panic. From the red circle above he watched with fear as the outline of a shark glided overhead, slipping into the darkness as it prepared to strike.
His lungs threatened to burst and in a moment of panic he screamed and a moment later the water rushed into his lungs.
He jerked up with a yelp and jumped at the sound of a bang when one of his textbooks flew to the floor. Molly was whining in the corner, curled up on her bed but shifting uneasily. He took a few deep breaths and looked down to see that his sheets were tangled around his legs and feet. “It’s alright girl,” he soothed and patted the bed, Molly came running up to join him and sat on his feet.
Kevin sighed and dropped back to let his pounding heart settle. He licked his lips and sighed, then reached down and groped around for his pants, pulling his phone out of the left front pocket. As the screen lit up it was akin to staring directly into the sun, he winced and closed one eye, focusing on the digital clock that said four fifteen and the announcement that he had one new text message.
He blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust and opened the text. It was from an unknown sender and read, ‘His favorite food is Lucky Charms because he likes to pick out the marshmallows.’ Kevin tilted his head in confusion, reread the message a few times and saw that it had been sent around midnight.
He opened a reply and typed in, ‘Who’s favorite food? Who is this? I think u got the rong number bro.’
He waited a few minutes, then realized he probably would not get a response at such an ungodly hour. After a short amount of time he drifted off into a doze and was yanked back into consciousness by the buzzing of his phone.
It was just after six in the morning. He blinked and opened the responding message that read, ‘You are a horrible typer.’
He frowned and ignored the message, tossing it on his nightstand to roll back over only to have his alarm scream at him a moment later. He grumbled and Molly jumped up to lick his face, demanding his attention. He could not help his smile, petting the fuzzy creature affectionately before he went to take her out.
He ignored his phone, shoved it in his pocket and went on his way to school.
He settled into a parking stall and as he dismounted the bike he felt his phone buzzing again. He pulled it out of his pocket, opened the new message, ‘Head to the pool.’
Kevin blinked and frowned. He had about twenty minutes before class started, however was unsure about trusting someone he did not know. Feeling adventurous (and having an excuse for a chance to see the swimmer), he made his way towards the gym.
When he walked into the pool area he was almost pleased to see Edd was swimming laps. Though the memory of his recurring nightmare was fresh he held no hesitancy around the water and looked around to see who had been texting him. Had it been Edd?
A buzz from his pocket told him otherwise. He pulled out his phone, opened the new message, ‘He’s easiest to talk to right after he swims.’
Kevin leaned against the bleachers and frowned, looking around but still seeing no one. He sent a response, ‘Who the fuk is this?’
The response was almost as fast as he had sent the message, ‘No wonder you have a D in English.’
‘How the hell do u kno that?’
‘I have my ways.’
Kevin rolled his eyes and shoved his phone in his pocket, ignoring anything else that might come through. His attention was back on the man gliding through the pool, who had yet to even become aware of Kevin’s presence. He had never been to one of Edd’s swim meets before, had never actually seen the man in what had been deemed his natural habitat. He had always thought swimming was a flowery sort of sport, however the day before he remembered feeling the muscles Edd had, the strength and the grace that went hand in hand.
Finally Edd reached the end of his final lap and held to the edge of the pool for a moment, regathering himself in a rare moment of peace. Finally he pulled himself up out of the water and walked to the low fence a few feet away, taking up a towel that was set out. There was a slight tremble in his body, likely from the cold of the water.
That was when Edd noticed him. Blue eyes locked onto Kevin and there was a sense of curious uncertainty before he started walking towards the locker room door. Kevin followed.
There was silence between them, however it lacked the usual tension that was normally present. “Sorry…” Kevin offered as they passed through the doors into the boy’s locker room, “About yesterday.” He added when Edd did not respond.
“I am being completely serious when I say, don’t mention it.” A glare was tossed over the swimmer’s shoulder as they reached his locker. Edd pulled out his clothing and a fresh towel and paused, eying Kevin, “As much as I realize your hormones are quite confused at the moment, may I at least change in peace?” He made towards the little shower stall and Kevin did not follow this time.
Kevin had a brief fantasy of invading Edd’s shower, then blinked when he caught himself and cursed the fact that Edd did not struggle with the same problem. He was alone, crushing on not only a man, but a man who seemed to have no emotions.
When the swimmer emerged from the shower he was clothed save for his beanie, had his towel draped over his shoulders and pulled up to cover his hair. He stopped before Kevin and stared down at him with what appeared to be bored blue eyes. But Kevin realized that it was not boredom but a look of zen relaxation.
“Edd do you…”
“Not here.” He murmured swiftly, then dipped his head and muttered quietly, “Too many ears.”
“Study session after practice then?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
Edd shook his head, “What happened to our little agreement?” He asked in a low tone.
“You know what happen-” Kevin began but was suddenly slammed back into the lockers behind him. The zen look in the swimmer’s eyes was fading quickly and the aggression was returning.
Edd leaned in close, moved to the side of Kevin’s head and hissed in his ear, “I will not be your plaything!” He growled, “If you come near me again I will-” He was cut off by the sharp ring of the bell and stepped back swiftly as the murmur of sleepy students became prominent.
“You’ll what, Edd?” he asked, watching the distracted swimmer go for his locker to assemble his bag.
Edd did not answer. He shot Kevin a dangerous glare, then turned and left the locker room. Kevin did not follow, he remained where he was, collecting his thoughts before he finally began to amble off to class.
He sent a text to his new unknown pen-pal, ‘Ur advice was lame.’
‘My advice is solid. Your spelling and execution are what’s lame.’
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