Never Going Back [Closed]

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe had literally run from Hammel to his apartment in Pilot Ridge with no stopping for breath. He'd literally hurled himself out of the talk, spitting venom at the fact that Zac had done this to him. He thought he was a friend. What a joke. Mia had found pictures of him and Vincent being intimate and how could she?! It was disgusting and a complete violation of privacy.

He hadn't even signed out. He'd just bolted, and been grateful when no one stopped him.

He'd fled and now, flopping in front of the flat door, he panted for breath, tears streaming down his face and hiccuping. How could anyone do this? Wiping his cheeks hastily, he flicked through his bag for his house keys, then pulled open the door. Instantly, their little bull terrier puppy, Sulphie ran to greet his owner, and Moe dropped to the floor, flinging his arms around the little dog.

"Hey boy." He said brokenly, letting the dog lick his tears away. Cradling the dog in his arms, he managed to shout out. "Vinvin!" He just hoped the boy wasn't at work today, or had been sent home.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was glad to be home. He hated having a job and responsibilities, but he was sticking with it as best he could to impress his Moemoe. Thankfully today he had been able to sneak out early and he had ditched his monkey clothes almost as soon as he got home. It was with delight that he'd wiggled himself back into his leather pants, feeling much more comfortable in skin tight pants than anything else.

He didn't bother with a shirt, scratching at his stomach as he padded through the apartment to the kitchen to look for something to stuff into his face. It didn't matter what, so long as it was edible and ready to eat as soon as he touched it. Cooking was Moe's thing, Vincent didn't have the patience for it. He found a bag of potato chips and started shoveling handfuls into his mouth, dropping crumbs all down his bare chest.

Hearing his name called, Vin abandoned the chips to go meet his boyfriend at the door. He hadn't a clue that anything was wrong until he actually saw the little pixie boy and, more importantly, the tears that glistened in his eyes. Immediately rage bubbled up inside him. "Moe! Wha' happened, who do I gotta fuckin' kill?" He scowled, scooping the boy up in his arms and holding him tightly to his chest. "I'ma fuckin rip th' limbs off whoever made ya cry." He hissed, kissing Moe's forehead.

[Danicca Waylan]

[D]A[N]I[C]C!?

Why in the nine hells was Dani doing this again?

No, Don't answer that. Please, nobody answer that.

She had actually avoided the talk, not wanting to be involved in LaRousse's crowd, even if Sunshine was tolerable half the time. As much fun as it would be to mess with the telepathic shrink, it wasn't worth even seeing LaRousse. But she did hang around outside the building, just to see who was going in and out at the time that the whole thing happened. Then she saw the fairy boy she stalkedadmired running from the building with obvious tears in his eyes. She tried to get his attention, but ended up running after him. The boy ran fast, she'd give him that much. Someone tried to stop her on the way out, but she shoved them out of the way and kept running, yelling "Someone made him cry!"

She ran all the way to the boy's apartment, pausing, doubled-over and huffing, just outside the door. She heard who she assumed was Vincent yelling about who he needed to rip the limbs off of, and Dani stepped into the doorway, saying "I'm going to bet a thousand bucks it's something having to do with LaDouche. What happened, Moe?" She was still a little out of breath, and covered in sweat, but she didn't care. If anything, Moe was her friend, a term that she was both extremely happy and terribly frustrated by. But no matter what, Moe was not to be harmed unless someone wanted to be drowned by their favorite color glitter in their sleep.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Sulphie was furiously licking Moe's face as Vincent showed up, and the tiny teen wrapped his arms around Vincent's neck, hiccuping and clinging onto him desperately. Thank god he was home, he wasn't even sure he could take being by himself with just Sulphur in the house right now. He was about to begin when he heard another voice in the still-open door, and looked surprised.

"Dani?" He said, wiggling down out of Vincent's arms and tugging her inside, then closing the door behind her. "... You're right." Pawing at his eyes and setting the terrier down, he settled on the sofa, fingers curled in his dress. "I was in The Talk with some girl and we were okay just talking..." He began.

"And Z...Zac was doing something stupid like he always does. Then he gives this look to Mia and..." He trailed off, bursting into tears again and hiding his face. "The projector images changed to pictures of couples. Doing... things. And it had me and you after sex, Vinvin." His lip trembled and he shivered.

"So I ran out. And I... I don't wanna go back to school." He breathed, grabbing one of the cushions and holding it to his chest, Sulphie flopping on the sofa beside him. "It was me naked." Moe whispered angrily, looking up at Dani and Vincent with an anguished and humiliated expression. How could anyone have done this? Why would someone he considered a friend think it was okay?

"Zac didn't even stand up for me." The tiny brunette's voice died on his lips, and he tucked his knees up on the sofa, snuffling. "Th...thank you for coming after me, Dani." He added with a small wet smile. "You're a real friend."

[Vincent Verax]

Vin held Moe tightly, running his hand up and down his back in a soothing manner. He hated seeing Moe cry, hated everyone who would ever even think of hurting him or making him sad. There was no way that whoever was responsible for this was going to get out of it unscathed. No one got away with hurting HIS Moe.

The second and unfamiliar voice made Vin snarl, thinking that whoever it belonged to was also the person who had done this to Misato, and he was about to bark an insulting comment to the girl when Moe grabbed her and dragged her inside. "Who th'fuck is she?" Vin made a face, but Dani's words quickly made something else snap in his mind. Zac. Of course Zac would be behind this.

Vincent sat down on the sofa next to Moe and wrapped his arm around his waist, holding him while he started to tell what happened. The pretty boy's confirmation that it was indeed Zac and Mia - who Vin hated solely for the fact that she'd made him cry once before - behind what happened made Vin twitch.

He was going to murder Zachary LaRousse.

And he didn't even care that Mia was supposedly a girl, because she deserved to hurt just as much as Zac did.

"How th'FUCK did sh'get th'pictures?" He growled, nuzzling Moe in such a delicate fashion to counteract the sheer anger that he was feeling. Vin had done some ridiculous and mean things in his lifetime, but he had never done something as bad as this. Making Moe cry was the ultimate crime and there was no justifying what they had done. "I told ya that he's a fuckin' worthless piece 'f shit." He stood up and cracked his knuckles, wanting to hit something so bad just to release the fury that was boiling inside of him. Instead of punching a hole in the wall like he wanted to, he turned and disappeared into the bathroom, where a torrent of swears could be heard.

When he came back, he was holding the box of tissues and returned to Moe's side. He sat down and gently wiped the tears off Moe's cheek with a tissue. "Don'cha worry, babe. I ain' gunna let 'em get 'way wit' this." He said sternly, folding Moe protectively in his arms. He looked at Dani finally, "'f ya Moe's frien', y'wanna help m' make their fuckin' pathetic lives miserable 's shit?"

[Danicca Waylan]

[D]A[N]I[C]C!?

Dani let Moe tug her inside, the crease in her brow deepening when she saw the tear tracks and watery eyes up close. Whoever the frack did this was going to pay so hardcore--wait. She was right? Oh, Dani was going to kill LaDouche when she saw him again. No, killing him would be too nice, far too merciful to be anything worth Zac's level of offense. No, she'd have to find a way to cut his most favorite boybits off, that would be the best way to do it.

In between her malicious thoughts, she heard Moe's telling of what happened. Dani paced and nibbled her thumb nail to keep from kicking something in Moe's house. Those scum-licking, baseball-screwing bastards. They were just so going to pay for doing that crap to him. Especially while Dani was alive and kicking. She could--she could, agh her ideas were running out. She just needed to--wait. Moe really honestly thought of her as a friend? Dani felt an out-of-place happiness for a second, then she remembered the situation and scowled at the wall. "It was nothing, Moe. I just wanted to see if you were gonna be all right." And gods damn it she was going to make sure that everything was set how it needed to be set.

When Vincent turned to Dani, she barely kept from jumping. There was a challenge there, in those words, and Dani accepted it. Here, now, they were going to figure out the one worst thing they could do to the--the--there weren't words bad enough to describe them. Dani nodded. "I'm ready to kick their sorry asses into next January."

[Misato Hazukashi]

"This i...is Dani." Moe explained shortly to Vincent, pawing at his eyes and frowning at the mascara on his hands. He leant needily on his boyfriend and put his hands on Sulphie's little body, feeling comfort in his warmth and the smell of his man. In the back of his head he dimly realised he wasn't being a good host, and as Vin stomped off to swear his head off in the bathroom, the tiny brunette straightened out his skirt and cleared his throat. "Um, take a seat." He said quietly, gesturing a chair to Dani and pottering into the kitchen.

"I'll get us all a soda." He added, grabbing three cokes and setting them down on the coffee table just as Vin returned from his tirade. Dabbing his cheek with the tissue, he managed the tiniest little smile. "Thank you." He whispered, before wringing his hands.

"I don't know how th...they got the pictures." Moe admitted, defeated. "Just that they were there and it was horrible." He felt like he was going to cry again, and looked down, balling his hands into fists. "Zac didn't even care." His glum little face said it all. A friend had betrayed him just for a prank. "I wish I'd listened to you." He agreed, before resting his cheek on the arm of the sofa and flopping sideways.

"I... I might have to transfer..." He said, looking terribly upset. "I... I can't go in this week. I can't go in till it all blows over. And if it doesn't." His voice went higher and he kissed Sulphie's little furry head. "Mia probably thinks it's hilarious." He grit his teeth. "Bet she wouldn't find it so funny if it was her and Jonah." His fists clenched again, then he whimpered and pouted, looking like a kicked puppy.

When Dani agreed that she'd take care of both of them with Vincent, Moe frowned. "I... don't want you both getting expelled." The Japanese boy said, sitting upright and taking a soda for himself. He wiped his cheek hastily, then looked over at Dani pleadingly. "I know... it's a lot to ask, but could you stay here tonight? We have a spare room and I... I need all my friends with me right now." He said quietly, looking back to Vin for his agreement.

"You can say to the school it was my fault. If you want." He trailed off, sipping his coke and looking miserably out the window. Everyone had seen him with Vincent. Everyone had seen something sacred. How could he stay at Hammel now? He'd HAVE to go from sheer humiliation. This was worse than being told Vincent had been sleeping around. Hiccuping, he burst into tears again.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent doubted there was anything that could quell the hatred he felt for the two of them for doing this to his Moe. If it had just been him, he wouldn't have cared an ounce, but it was Moe and that was unforgivable. "Don' worry, 'm sure th'school won' make ya go back. An' sides, I skip class all th'fuckin' time an' no one says anything." Yes, well, that's probably because when you actually do show up you're disruptive and loud and likely to hit someone just for looking at you wrong.

He scowled at just the mention of Mia's name. "Th'fuckin' bitch prolly can't get any herself 'cause she's s'fuckin' gross, so sh'gots t'watch others." He grumbled under his breath, twitching with hatred for the girl who had made his Misato so upset. Vin examined Dani again, a faint smirk appearing on his face when she agreed to help him destroy the pair of them. "So f'starters, how hard can y'punch?" Because when Vincent needs to "take care" of someone, it always starts and ends with punching. Nothing beats bodily harm, right?

"I bet even Dr. N woul' be happy that w'fucked Twatface an' LaDouche up." Vin said reassuringly to Moe, scooping the little pixie into his arms and settling him on his lap, gently kissing his temple. "An' y'jus' stay home f'now. Me an' this chick-" He was never really that good with names, sorry Dani. "are gunna fix it f'ya."

When Moe started crying again, Vin held him tighter, running his fingers through his hair. "An' if anyone s'much as looks at y'funny, I'ma punch their face in." He growled protectively. No one got away with making Moe this sad and at this point, I don't think Vin even cares about the consequences of murder, because he's seriously contemplating killing the both of them. Dani, please don't let him get that far.

[Danicca Waylan]

[D]A[N]I[C]C!?

Dani couldn't find much to say, mostly because Vincent was already being very clear with his view on all of this and, to be honest, it was pretty much Dani's as well. There wasn't much to say, except maybe "Can I have some input on how we go about killing them?" Which of course she didn't say, because the idea of her getting in trouble because of this seemed to upset Moe further, and Dani didn't want to be the source of any more upset or discomfort for the pixie boy.

In response to Vin's "how hard can you punch", Dani hesitated. She cleared her throat, looking away for a second. "Not... Very hard. But I'm good with a sword?" It was all she really had by way of beating anyone at anything.

Sitting where Moe had indicated, Dani clenched her hands into fists in her lap. Her nails bit into her palms with a stinging pressure, but after a few moments she didn't notice anymore. If she weren't still so mad, her brow furrowed and her features set in what was feeling like a permanent scowl, she would have smiled grimly at the thought of Dr. Neville being happy about their little revenge plot. About thirty ways to make Zachary suffer had flashed through her mind already, the most pleasing and least traumatizing for Dani being a baseball bat to his face. And then the Terminator... She was a little harder to get to in a way that counts. But Dani had a feeling Vincent had a plan for that one that would go so much better.

Dani offered a reassuring nod when Vincent said they would take care of it. Dani would do her best to make things better for Moe, no matter what consequences they had on her at this point in time. Dani raised her eyebrows in surprise when she was asked to stay the night, her scowl lessening by a larger degree than she thought possible right now, and she simply said, "Of course, Moe." Stopping herself from adding, Anything for you, because that seemed a teeny bit too much like the schoolgirl-to-crush statement it was. And with her luck that would be the moment either one of the boys in the room would pick up on the underlying cause of her initial conversations with the boy. Now, she honestly thought of Moe as a friend, but certain feelings are harder to get rid of than others.

Dani almost shook her head to get rid of that line of thought. Now was not the time to be thinking of useless crap like that. Now was the time to be comforting Moe and planning revenge. And it would take a lot of both to make anyone feel better.

[Misato Hazukashi]

It took a few more moments before Moe was steady enough again to sip his drink and take a big heavy breath. "Please... don't commit murder." He said quietly, swatting once more at his face and feeling a little less upset. "I don't want either of you in prison." And the idea of Vincent being in prison was a terrifying one, if only because he'd probably get in a lot of fights, get hurt and get locked up for longer.

"Now." He said, steeling himself to rise from Vin's lap, desperate for something to distract himself. "Who wants something to eat?" In coping with this sudden shock, the little pixie decided the best thing to do was fixate on keeping his two comforters in a happy state. He didn't even wait for an answer before he was in the kitchen with the pots and pans, and 9 different ingredients out on the table.

"I'll get the spare room bed made later and then I'll get you some towels and..." One of you two, please stop Moe from fixating in his upset? He was already chopping onions and garlic at an alarming speed, and it was a miracle he hadn't hacked off his finger with the rate he was going. "Do you like pasta, Dani?" He said suddenly, jerking his head up and very nearly knocking the pot over. "If you don't I can start over." He grabbed the handle of the pan, looking somewhat wild.

Sulphie, meanwhile, sat and whined quietly at the fact his other master was acting a little odd.