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~** Who Cares? **~ - PG-13/R - Susuship - Groping and drugs! Eek!
Let's make this easy and simple:
TITLE: Who Cares?
BY: Me
RATING: PG-13 for language, homosexuality (shonen-ai), use of drugs AND Matsuba wearing glasses XD.
Anyway, it's another one of my Susuship ficcies, you know Sushipping right? For those of you who don't know, it's Will/Morty. Wait, are those male pokemon characters from the actual game? Yes. I loathe the show so scratch that. I'm using my Japanese Version, so names of cities and characters are in Japanese, here's a little guide:
Morty = Matsuba
Will = Itsuki
Enjyu = Ecruteak
That's it. Anyway, part of a series I believe, the whole universe my characters revolve around. I don't have a name for them, but if you want to read another story in this universe, you can check out this one and this one (I'll finish the second in a few days). My head thinks there's more, but that's the one that makes more sense to me.
"Oookay, what are you looking at?" Matsuba said, flopping down beside Itsuki, a cigarette on his mouth. He took out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Itsuki, who just shook his head in denial. Matsuba grabbed his lighter from inside his pocket and proceeded to to light his cigarette.
"Do you think it's right?" Itsuki sighed.
"Do I think what's right?" Matsuba offered, he couldn't give a full answer without the proper information, that was for sure.
"What we do," Itsuki added and Matsuba tried to look at whatever Itsuki was looking at, "do you think it's right that our job consists on training stupid animals?"
Matsuba shifted on the couch they had settled in the highest roof of his gym. Itsuki just had to ruin the beauty of the sunset with that phylosophical shit of his, didn't he? There they were, watching the amazing sunset Enjyu city provided -- even though it wasn't the first time they did -- and he just took advantage of the profound sight to pretend he's profound.
Puh-leeze.
"First of all, they're pretty damn' smart. Second of all, I don't even care." Matsuba shrugged and looked at Itsuki, instead of the could he thought Itsuki was looking at. Still, Itsuki didn't look back.
"It's just so fucking obsolete, you know? There's wars going on all around the world, children are fucking dying of hunger and all we can do is just give orders to stupid, stupid animals." Itsuki was frowning, it was probably the light though. Matsuba reached for Itsuki's right hand and took the glasses from him. Putting them on, he made his best smart face and looked right at the cloud Itsuki was probably staring at.
"What's the meaning of fucking life, Matsuba?" he said mockingly. Itsuki finally looked at him and slapped his shoulder, taking the glasses away from him.
"Hey, I was being serious." Itsuki said, half-laughing, half-trying-to-look-serious. Matsuba just snickered and slapped Itsuki back on the shoulder.
"Yeah well, you're missing the sunset because of your serious thinking."
"Fuck the sunset, you don't get it, do you? It's all we freaking do, 'Sand Attack!', 'Psybeam!', etcetera. It's not even a talent, you just gotta work a little hard on training them and that's it. That's it, Matsu." Itsuki finished and went back to staring at.. wherever he was staring, Matsuba didn't care anymore.
"You know what? No I don't get it, that's why I don't care. There is no point in trying to figure out something, it's all about actions. You don't figure out why you're a member of the Shittenou when there's wars going on in... everywhere, you just take action, you help. That is, if you really cared." Matsuba inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and didn't look back at Itsuki's awkward look. He had really ruined a beautiful sunset and a beautiful moment together, so Matsuba wasn't exactly happy at him at the moment.
"Oh, come-on," Itsuki said, grabbing Matsuba's cigarette and putting it in his mouth "Like you're the one building shelters for homeless people."
"That's because I don't care." Matsuba replied, still not looking at Itsuki. He searched around his pockets for his little 'special' can. He found it inside his back pocket. Opening it, he took the joint and the pipe out and carefully started to put them together. He coudl feel Itsuki's eyes on him, but he didn't care. Did he even care about anything those days?
Who knew?
"How can you not care? Where the hell is your heart?"
Matsuba just rolled his eyes.
"How can you pretend you care and still do nothing about it. If you really cared then you'd be the one building shelters for homeless people. Or giving money to poor people, or whatever. Doing something." he shut up only when he finished outting the joint and the pipe together. He proceeded to put the joint on his mouth, light up his lighter and put it near the joint's end. Taking a lot of smoke into his lungs, he retained it there for a few seconds before handing the pipe to Itsuki, who had remained silent doing the process.
"Well, I do give money on the streets, and I fucking care. So there." Matsuba exhaled as Itsuki finished his sentence and smoked the same way Matsuba did. This was pointless, he certainly didn't go through the trouble of getting the couch out on the roof just to fight with Itsuki.
"You know what I care about?" Matsuba said, grinning. He moved quickly up to Itsuki and put a hand on his thigh, kissing his neck softly. Itsuki shifted and rolled his eyes.
"You only care about sex, Matsu." He said, accepting Matsuba's advances but not taking any action.
"So?" Matsuba's hand rubbed Itsuki's thigh nearer to his crotch, "don't you just love that?"
"Please," Itsuki said before taking another smoke "gimme some credit--oh yeah..." Matsuba stopped kissing Itsuki's neck but didn't take his hand out of Itsuki's crotch. With his free hand, he snatched the pipe from Itsuki's hand, took a long smoke then threw the pipe inside the window.
"Suki, shut up." He said before blowing out the smoke from the joint away. Itsuki chuckled at Matsuba's commentary and received his kiss pleasantly.
So maybe he didn't care as much as he said. So maybe Matsuba was a litte, just a little, right.
But given the situation, who cared?
END
Let's make this easy and simple:
TITLE: Who Cares?
BY: Me
RATING: PG-13 for language, homosexuality (shonen-ai), use of drugs AND Matsuba wearing glasses XD.
Anyway, it's another one of my Susuship ficcies, you know Sushipping right? For those of you who don't know, it's Will/Morty. Wait, are those male pokemon characters from the actual game? Yes. I loathe the show so scratch that. I'm using my Japanese Version, so names of cities and characters are in Japanese, here's a little guide:
Morty = Matsuba
Will = Itsuki
Enjyu = Ecruteak
That's it. Anyway, part of a series I believe, the whole universe my characters revolve around. I don't have a name for them, but if you want to read another story in this universe, you can check out this one and this one (I'll finish the second in a few days). My head thinks there's more, but that's the one that makes more sense to me.
-- Who Cares? --
by Dee Aye
by Dee Aye
"Oookay, what are you looking at?" Matsuba said, flopping down beside Itsuki, a cigarette on his mouth. He took out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Itsuki, who just shook his head in denial. Matsuba grabbed his lighter from inside his pocket and proceeded to to light his cigarette.
"Do you think it's right?" Itsuki sighed.
"Do I think what's right?" Matsuba offered, he couldn't give a full answer without the proper information, that was for sure.
"What we do," Itsuki added and Matsuba tried to look at whatever Itsuki was looking at, "do you think it's right that our job consists on training stupid animals?"
Matsuba shifted on the couch they had settled in the highest roof of his gym. Itsuki just had to ruin the beauty of the sunset with that phylosophical shit of his, didn't he? There they were, watching the amazing sunset Enjyu city provided -- even though it wasn't the first time they did -- and he just took advantage of the profound sight to pretend he's profound.
Puh-leeze.
"First of all, they're pretty damn' smart. Second of all, I don't even care." Matsuba shrugged and looked at Itsuki, instead of the could he thought Itsuki was looking at. Still, Itsuki didn't look back.
"It's just so fucking obsolete, you know? There's wars going on all around the world, children are fucking dying of hunger and all we can do is just give orders to stupid, stupid animals." Itsuki was frowning, it was probably the light though. Matsuba reached for Itsuki's right hand and took the glasses from him. Putting them on, he made his best smart face and looked right at the cloud Itsuki was probably staring at.
"What's the meaning of fucking life, Matsuba?" he said mockingly. Itsuki finally looked at him and slapped his shoulder, taking the glasses away from him.
"Hey, I was being serious." Itsuki said, half-laughing, half-trying-to-look-serious. Matsuba just snickered and slapped Itsuki back on the shoulder.
"Yeah well, you're missing the sunset because of your serious thinking."
"Fuck the sunset, you don't get it, do you? It's all we freaking do, 'Sand Attack!', 'Psybeam!', etcetera. It's not even a talent, you just gotta work a little hard on training them and that's it. That's it, Matsu." Itsuki finished and went back to staring at.. wherever he was staring, Matsuba didn't care anymore.
"You know what? No I don't get it, that's why I don't care. There is no point in trying to figure out something, it's all about actions. You don't figure out why you're a member of the Shittenou when there's wars going on in... everywhere, you just take action, you help. That is, if you really cared." Matsuba inhaled the smoke from his cigarette and didn't look back at Itsuki's awkward look. He had really ruined a beautiful sunset and a beautiful moment together, so Matsuba wasn't exactly happy at him at the moment.
"Oh, come-on," Itsuki said, grabbing Matsuba's cigarette and putting it in his mouth "Like you're the one building shelters for homeless people."
"That's because I don't care." Matsuba replied, still not looking at Itsuki. He searched around his pockets for his little 'special' can. He found it inside his back pocket. Opening it, he took the joint and the pipe out and carefully started to put them together. He coudl feel Itsuki's eyes on him, but he didn't care. Did he even care about anything those days?
Who knew?
"How can you not care? Where the hell is your heart?"
Matsuba just rolled his eyes.
"How can you pretend you care and still do nothing about it. If you really cared then you'd be the one building shelters for homeless people. Or giving money to poor people, or whatever. Doing something." he shut up only when he finished outting the joint and the pipe together. He proceeded to put the joint on his mouth, light up his lighter and put it near the joint's end. Taking a lot of smoke into his lungs, he retained it there for a few seconds before handing the pipe to Itsuki, who had remained silent doing the process.
"Well, I do give money on the streets, and I fucking care. So there." Matsuba exhaled as Itsuki finished his sentence and smoked the same way Matsuba did. This was pointless, he certainly didn't go through the trouble of getting the couch out on the roof just to fight with Itsuki.
"You know what I care about?" Matsuba said, grinning. He moved quickly up to Itsuki and put a hand on his thigh, kissing his neck softly. Itsuki shifted and rolled his eyes.
"You only care about sex, Matsu." He said, accepting Matsuba's advances but not taking any action.
"So?" Matsuba's hand rubbed Itsuki's thigh nearer to his crotch, "don't you just love that?"
"Please," Itsuki said before taking another smoke "gimme some credit--oh yeah..." Matsuba stopped kissing Itsuki's neck but didn't take his hand out of Itsuki's crotch. With his free hand, he snatched the pipe from Itsuki's hand, took a long smoke then threw the pipe inside the window.
"Suki, shut up." He said before blowing out the smoke from the joint away. Itsuki chuckled at Matsuba's commentary and received his kiss pleasantly.
So maybe he didn't care as much as he said. So maybe Matsuba was a litte, just a little, right.
But given the situation, who cared?
END
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