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The Heart of a Human	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: +1 through F > FernGully Views: 1684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 7
The Heart of A Human
Paired Couple: ZakXPips/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: Again, the disclaimers are as always. Now shut up and read! Or if you're not a fan of this pairing, yaoi, boy-on-boy romance, or sex, then find a new hobby other than reading stuff you don't like!
Soon enough, both the red head and blond had jumped from the truck and at the outskirts of Brisbane, taking in the sights of buildings and cars in front of them. For Zak, it was a welcome home. For Pips, it was a strange world, an exciting adventure waiting to happen.
"So, I guess our first stop is to get you some human clothes." Zak said. "It wouldn't do well for you to walk around in that." He hinted at the loincloth around Pips' waist.
"What's wrong with what I wear?" Pips asked, looking down at the bright orange and yellow that surrounded his legs and nether regions.
"Humans don't wear what you wear, Pips," Zak whispered to him. "They wear what I'm wearing." He showed him the old, baggy jeans covered in grass stains and dirt that adorned his body, as well as the similarly ruined sky blue shirt and torn up sneakers.
Pips wrinkled his nose, making a face. "That looks a tad bit uncomfortable."
"Well... yes... but it's necessary." The blond conceded. "I'll be getting some new clothes myself, though."
"Why? What's wrong with what you've got there?"
"They're old and don't quite fit me in some areas anymore."
Pips smirked. "I see... And just exactly where does it not fit?"
Zak blushed. "Not what you're thinking, pervert. It's just that my jeans are a bit short now."
"...Jeans?" An inquiring glance from the red head reminded Zak that Pips had no idea the names of every day, ordinary things in the human world.
"Oh! Right!" Zak pinched a portion of his jeans in between his thumb and forefinger to illustrate his point. "This is a pair of jeans. This color and type of fabric is what makes these jeans. Anything else that covers the entirety of our legs that isn't this is called pants."
"I see..."
They walked down the street, passing groups of other humans in the process, most of which stared at Pips' lack of proper clothing. The red head seemed not to notice as he took in the sites around him while Zak quietly pointed out things around them. Finally, to Zak's relief, the two managed to find a clothing store and quickly walked inside.
The blond lead Pips over towards the men's side of the clothing store, picked up a random set of folded jeans from a shelf and unraveled it. He set the jeans against Pips' waist, measuring and seeing if they would fit him. The red head just looked at him curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"Seeing if these would fit you."
"...Do they?"
"They look a little bit long for you. Here," Zak set the jeans back on the shelf and started picking out other random sets from the shelf and handed them to Pips, "how about you go try these on in the dressing room." He pointed to a door about five feet away from them that had "Men's Dressing Room" painted on it at the top.
Poor Pips just looked confused. "What do I do in there?"
"You go into one of the smaller rooms in there, close the door, take off your loincloth and put one of these jeans on." He further explained how to put one on and how to see if they fit.
As soon as Pips was making his way to the dressing room, the manager of the store walked by. "Can I help you today?" He was a man in his late forties, with gray eyes and dark hair that was turning into a prominent widow's peak, that dressed in a crisp suit. His name badge, reading Mr. Delorian, gleamed from his waistcoat.
"Actually yes." Pips answered. "Could you help me get into these?" He held out the pile of jeans in front of him.
The manager raised an eyebrow at him as Zak hid his face behind a hand. The manager looked over at Zak, bewildered by the red head's request.
"He's just kidding, Mr. Delorian." The blond plastered on a smile.
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After many minutes deciding on a few choice selections in the clothing store-and after some trouble removing a pair of pants that Pips' managed to get stuck into-Zak made Pips walk out of the dressing room for the final time.
Zak could honestly say that Pips looked just like any human on the street in Brisbane; the sight of the red head took his breath away!
Pips was dressed in black jeans that comfortably hugged his hips while being slack in the legs; fraying holes artfully decorating the knees. He wore a dark green wife-beater that showed off his lightly sculpted torso with a black vest buttoned over it. His brilliant green eyes hid behind a pair of dark sunglasses. On his feet, he clenched and unclenched his toes uncomfortably in a pair of socks inside white and gray tennis shoes.
"Ugh! Do I have to wear these?" Pips complained telepathically.
"Yea." Zak gave him a pointed stare, although it was mainly a heated look of pure craving.
"But..." A sigh. "They make my feet sweat!"
"Deal with it, Pips. You wanted to come with me? This is what you have to do."
All the faerie wanted to do was to throw off the restricting shells on his feet! He knew they weren't comfortable the first time he laid eyes on Zak's shoes the first day they ever met!
Grumbling internally, Pips leaned against a wall as Zak walked into the dressing room next with an armful of garments.
A few minutes later, Zak walked out in a casual red and black button-down short-sleeve that remained unbuttoned, khaki shorts held up by a leather belt, and black sneakers. Pips forgot all about his grumblings of shoes. Despite the clothing covering up Zak's best features, he was absolutely mesmerizing in that outfit.
"Hey... Do you think we could-"
"-No."
After paying for their clothes at the check out counter, Pips stowed away his loincloth in a plastic bag that Zak requested from the sales clerk and the twosome made their way down the busy street. Although Pips was no longer dressed in his loincloth, he kept spotting people-mainly females-staring at him with smiles upon their lips.
"Do all human females stare at males like this?"
"Sometimes. If they happen to find the male they're looking at to be really attractive. Why? Are some of them staring at you?"
"It feels like ALL of them are staring at me like this."
Zak smirked, quirking an eyebrow at Pips in a suggestive manner. "Well, you are really attractive..."
"Huh. Is this how human females attract a mate? Or initiate mating procedures?"
The blond almost snorted aloud. "No. They just think you're really good looking. We don't have 'mating procedures'."
"Well, Batty did say that humans are mammals, just like he is. And bats have mating procedures. So why shouldn't humans?"
"'Cause humans just don't. I just don't know how else to explain it. Humans just mate whenever they want, with whoever they want, among themselves. There aren't any steps to it. They mate for a huge number of reasons."
"Oh. I see." This was an interesting perspective to Pips.
"Do faeries initiate mating procedures?" Zak teased.
"No." Pips laughed. "That would just be weird."
Zak just shook his head. Just when he thought living as a faerie for a couple of years would have given him inherent insight, he always learned something new. Then again, he expected that kind of answer anyway.
"Okay," the blond announced aloud, "we're gonna go over to my apartment-my home-for a bit before we head over to my uncle's. I just have to get a few things."
They were only a block away from his apartment from what he could remember. Being gone for so long, he didn't know what he expected to find there, if there was anything left to come back to.
Ten minutes later, they turned a corner, crossed a street, and faced an unremarkable brownstone with cracked steps leading to the front door of the building. They walked inside.
Zak took in their surroundings, remembering his many times walking through this very same hallway time and time again. The memories brought back when he first got an apartment on his own, how proud he was of himself, and how he was relieved that he wouldn't have to rely off his uncle again. He had only been seventeen, fresh out of high school. The brown carpet was as weather-worn as ever, and the ugly cream walls boasted several aged paintings that no one cared to look at from dusty picture frames. Every few feet, the walls were pierced by cream doors with brass numbers and knobs identifying them as separate apartments. A door to a stairwell and an elevator led to the upper floors. Zak never needed to go through that door.
He turned left, Pips following behind him.
Zak came face to face with apartment A-4. The door was covered in official documents, most of which consisted of eviction notices and letters asking for monthly rent. Some of the pages were a crusty yellow, depicting just how long the pages endured. Pulling out a brass key from his old wallet, Zak lined it with the lock.
He frowned.
"What's wrong?" Pips asked him, not knowing what was going on.
"I can't get in."
"Why?"
Zak sighed. "The owner must have changed the locks." He put the key in his pocket, disheartened.
"Why would he do that?" Pips asked, confused.
"It's been a long time since I was here last."
They left the building without further discussion.
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A/N: So, here we have seen a bit of some inner turmoil in Zak. Kind of a disheartening ending to a chapter. Next chapter, I will be introducing what we've all been waiting for-Zak's family! Stay tuned and R&R like always!
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