Reality

This is a weird fic I just randomly came up with. Originally, it was just supposed to be Zaha and Carrot all the way through, but, some sugar high idea came to my head to use a Carrot and Gateau pairing... I need to add more chapters...well, here\'s the first. Enjoy..

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1,2,3,4,5,6,7..8...9...10...Oh Gods I’m drooling! Girl, girl, girl, girl...My thinking was interrupted as a moody Chocolate and Tira whacked me upside the head, “Ow!” I suddenly found Chocolate staring at me and rubbing the spot she herself had just hit. “Are you okay Carrot darling? I won’t let that mean Tira hurt you...” Suddenly I felt another hand rub my head harder, “I’ll protect you Carrot! Get away Chocolate!” I suddenly found myself being pulled apart by the sisters. I winced, “Ow! What the Hell?! Both of you hit me!” Suddenly they both stopped and began sitting there mumbling “I’m sorrys”. I screamed and leaped, running down the street as quickly as possible. Okay, chick time! I walked up to a beautiful woman. I guess I said something stupid because like the 34 girls that followed, she slapped me and walked away. Okay...how bout 35!? Nope, punch in the stomach. 36?! Nose bleed. 37?! Flipped me on my back. I tried to stay optimistic. It was until about 87 who kicked me where men do not need to be kicked. I groaned and walked back to the hotel...well, not walked, more like...waddled. I got into my room and flung myself on the bed, massaging my head. Gateau just randomly heard me and decided to mock me, “Nothing? What a shame.” I ignored the mocking tone groaning in pain, “I can’t feel my balls Gateau. It’s scary.” I heard him laugh, “Groin hit? Last time Chocolate tried to lay ice on you and ya freaked out!” I remembered it like yesterday:

Carrot laid on the bed groaning. Chocolate ran in, “Oh Carrot! Dear are you okay?!” Carrot spoke in a strained voice, “A chick nailed my groin!” Chocolate gasped, “I’ll be right back!” Chocolate ran out and came in a few seconds later. She held a bag of ice, “Here, I’ll hold it for you!” “WHAT?!” Carrot screamed and waddled around the room as Chocolate desperately attempted to hold the ice to Carrot’s dick.

It pained me to think about it. ESPECIALLY the aftermath. Gateau chuckled, “If you want, I’ll hold the ice for you!” There was no fucking way. Maybe Marron, since he was my brother, but Gateau was gay. Gateau would either begin doing disgusting stuff, or he would forget what he was doing, lean over with his weight, and flatten my cock. Just...no. I shook my head and as no surprise, Gateau seemed disappointed, “Go kick Marron’s groin and hold the ice for him or something!” I taunted. Stupid descision. In no time flat, I found myself in a headlock. Don’t say it Carrot, don’t say it... “You know you want him!” Gods, I said it. Gateau began seemingly breaking my neck. I gritted my teeth and finally shouted, “UNCLE!!” Gateau let me go and whacked my head, leaving the room. “Big, fat, gay...” I began to mumble under my breath, “What was that?!” Gateau growled. I grunted, “Nothing!”

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. Food, chicks, getting beaten by Tira and Chocolate, food, chicks, getting beaten by Tira and Chocolate... You get the point. I walked back to my room. Yes, I can walk! Anyway, I went to open the door. Suddenly I heard the normal evil lady voice, “Carrot! I want to sleep in your room!” Tira quickly grabbed Chocolate, dragging her to their room, “No!” I sighed in relief and walked in my room and locked the door. I had starting locking my door ever since Chocolate began secretly sneaking into my room during the night and sleeping beside me. I always had this fear that I actually did have sex with her and didn’t remember it. That would suck. The not knowing I had sex part and the not remembering the sex part. Besides, Chocolate...I just don’t think that we would work out. Gods, if I married her she would chain me to a wall and torture me and keep me as her personal sex slave! I collapsed in my bed atop the sheets and covers. I turned to my side, staring out the window. Ironically, there was a shooting star as soon as I turned over. I sighed, “Fine Mr. Star. I’ll do it your way. I wish I may I wish I might...” I had forgotten the rest of the dumb nursery rhyme, “Uhm....I wish I would be able to find my true love and be able to spend my life with them.” Wow, that sounded mushy. But the truth is, I was tired of free lancing all the time. I want someone other than Tira and Chocolate. Not that I don’t like them. The truth is, I love them to death...I just don’t love them like that.

I sighed, “Who am I kidding?” I groaned and just laid there awake. “Wishes do come true. Just not always in the way you expect them to.” I heard the dark and low voice. It couldn’t be...I turned over. The man was dressed in black cloth, with violet eyes and black raven hair. He was hovering over me...Zaha Torte. It was so strange everytime I saw the man. I always felt hot. Like I was nervous. I found it was harder to breathe. Was I afraid? It was very possible. I tried to figure out what he had said. Sure it had made sense, but you have to play idiot to get a conversation going. Even with enemies. “I don’t understand.” Zaha chuckled, “You will Carrot Glace. You will.” He’s the only guy I ever recall calling me by my full name! How weird... Wait, I’m in a bed, no sheets covering me. The only light is moonlight, and I have a strange big black sorcerer randomly hovering over me in the bed. Plus, Marron and the others are asleep. Bad. “Wait!” I said as Zaha continued to hover, “I don’t swing that way dude!” Zaha laughed. I expected him to say something like, “You think I’m gay?!” or “No. I’m not going to do that.” But all I got was a laugh. A laugh. That’s all. Not good. I became hotter as my temperature rose. It was now harder to breath than ever. Zaha backed up from the bed to the center of the room. I found myself standing next to my bed, my heart racing.

Zaha talked at a audible volume, “Why do you stay with them? You don’t love the girls. The strong man tortures you and mocks you. And your brother...” No, I wouldn’t let him, “Marron’s done nothing!” I found myself slowly advancing towards Zaha. Zaha continued, “Your brother...uses you. Big Momma only gives you missions that are no concern of yours. Again, they use you.” The phrase “They use you” echoed through my mind. Now that I thought about it, my brother did tend to take advantage of my abilities whether I was willing or not. Big Momma did tend to send us on missions that she could easily have her Haz Nights do and save us half the trouble. My advance towards Zaha continued, “What about you? Do you want to use me?” I was waiting for a response that showed uncertainty. But no. He stood there grinning, “Yes. But there is more. I don’t want you just for power.” My chest felt tighter. “Than what do you want me for?” Zaha smiled as I neared him, “The same reason you want me.” I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to die of temptation if I didn’t. I threw myself into Zaha and sealed our lips. Zaha gladly shared the kiss. A feeling of warmth rushed through me. We finally both broke away. I gazed into Zaha’s eyes and I felt his arms wrap around my waist. He lifted me against my will and carried me to the bed and laid me down. He smiled and took off the heavy gold shoulder thing that weighed down his cape. His chest made me smile in lust. He got on top of me, removing my sword. Yes, I sleep with it. He moved his hands and began probing under my shirt. I moaned as he massaged my chest with his hands.

He finally grasped a bunched up bit of cloth from the inside of my shirt and forced it up, violently sliding it down my arms. He examined my frame for a second as I did his. He then sealed our lips again. Our tongues each slipped into the other’s mouth, exploring newfound territory. I can’t exactly describe the rest of that night. It was too...different. All I can say was that I was very happy afterwards. I woke up the next morning, wanting to know if everything was real, and I turned over. Sure enough, I set sight on Zaha. His eyes were open as he stared at the ceiling. He had obviously been waiting for me to be awake. I smiled, “Good morning!” Zaha turned his head and smiled, “Good morning my dear.” Zaha got up and began dressing himself. I knew he would have to leave. He didn’t want to just all of a sudden take me. He was weird like that. I got up and also put on my clothes. I finished and felt Zaha wrap his arms around me from behind, “Do you understand now?” I looked up at him, “Yes.” He grinned and kissed my forehead. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door, “Carrot dammit! Get up you lazy vegetable!” Crap. Zaha immediately let go of his grasp as I rushed towards the door and cracked it open, “Chocolate, I’m up!” The girl crossed her arms, “I need to talk to you Carrot! Let me in!” I froze, remembering who was in the room with me. I quickly slipped out of the door into the hall.

Chocolate looked at me like I was a Goddamn idiot, “I said in Carrot, in.” I tried to come up with an excuse, “My room is messy!” Chocolate growled, “That never stopped you before!” She was right, I had no excuse, she was going to barge in and find Zaha, a messed up bed, and yesterday’s underwear on the floor. “Carrot.” I heard a familiar voice, forgetting everything, “Yeah?” Zaha came up behind me and held out the key to my room, “You might want them to get back in.” I smiled, “Thanks! Wait, how’d you...” Zaha stopped me, “I need to go now Carrot. See you next time we meet.” At that, he gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked off down stairs. “Bye Zaha!” I grinned, but suddenly frowned realizing exactly what had just happened. Chocolate stood with her jaw dropped. So Zaha just came out and gave me the keys to my room, kissed me, walked downstairs where Marron and the others are, in front of Chocolate. I panickly thought up a way to escape, “Um...Imgonnagobye!” I shouted dashing for the stairs, only to be stopped by a rose whip. I sighed and lowered my head, “Aw crap...” Chocolate grabbed my ear and dragged me downstairs. She flung me to the bottom, face first. I got up, rubbing my head, not daring to complain to Chocolate, I had deserved that. I gazed at Marron and the others who just looked at me in question. A very angry Chocolate stomped down the steps, taking hold of my ear again and dragging me to the table and flinging me forward again in front of her.

She sneered, “Carrot! Explain!” Marron looked at me suspiciously, “Is this in connection with how Zaha Torte just walked down the steps and out the door?” I rubbed my ear, “Umm...” Chocolate jabbed my side painfully, “EXPLAIN!” I growled, “Ow! Fine!” Gateau grinned, “Nothing happened when that door of yours was closed eh?” I could tell he was saying it jokingly. I sighed, “Well actually...I have no idea how...but Zaha got in my room somehow and sort of...um...did things involving beds and nudity...” Gateau suddenly seemed shocked. Marron stood up and walked in front of me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder, “Brother...did you...honestly...enjoy it?” I felt guilt well up inside me, “Well...I...” My voice was shaken, and I hated hurting my friends so much like this. I felt tears roll down my face. I couldn’t take it any longer. I bursted, flinging myself into Marron, crying into him, “Yes! I did! I didn’t want to, but I did!” Marron seemed a bit shocked to have me looking to him for support, “Brother...” Gateau, first seeming shocked, grinned, “So...you’re available?” I glared, “Shut up.” I cried again in my brother’s arms. Marron wrapped his arms around me. Gateau frowned, suddenly realizing it was not exactly a good time to joke around, “Hey Carrot. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be aggressive or anything...” I turned around.

No way, did Gateau just...apologize? Well, he tried, might as well humor him, “It’s ok, really. I’m just...having difficulties.” I couldn’t think anymore, my vision was clouded as well as my head. I broke away from Marron and opened the door, “I’m...going for a walk.” I walked out.

*Gateau*

Wait, Carrot? Walk? That doesn’t seem right. Tira glared at me, “The only time Carrot actually goes on a walk is when it’s with a girl, or if he’s extremely depressed.” Chocolate sighed, “My darling Carrot...” Tira looked at Marron while comforting her sister, “Marron, I think you might want to talk to Carrot.” Marron gazed at me, “No. I think the one that should talk to him is the one who knows more about this than me.” I blushed, “Who? Me?” Marron nodded, “I know you try not to show it, but you have feelings for him deep down and I think he does too. Besides, it’s hard not to notice when your mumbling his name in your sleep...” I gaped, “I WHAT?!” Marron smiled, “If you want to comfort him, you might want to go now.” I growled, “Fine!” I walked out the door. Damn that Marron. Carrot’s right, I do think Marron is considerably hot. But what Carrot doesn’t know is...I love him. I just never told him because I thought we could never be since he was into girls. I continued to walk and found myself at a small area that had a hill running down the side. I walked over seeing the brown haired man staring sadly at the rising sun.

I frowned and walked up to the stone steps, the alternative for old people having to go down hills. I sighed and sat next to Carrot, “Hey, listen, Carrot, I’m sorry.” Carrot looked at me and then turned his head away, “I told you it was okay.” I stared back out to the sunset, “Yeah, you didn’t say you forgave me.” Carrot groaned, “Fine, I forgive you.” I gazed at him, “Listen. Did Zaha...take your virginity away?” Carrot sighed, “I...I don’t remember...” I slowly moved closer next to him, “Carrot...do you actually think you love him?” I could hear Carrot’s heart beat faster, “I-I don’t know. I liked what he did though. My body in a way betrayed me.” I felt the heat in my face, “Love is not determined by pleasure Carrot. Love is determined on how you feel in your heart.”

*Carrot*

I took his words into consideration. Wait, I took Gateau’s words into consideration? Why is my heart suddenly pounding and my temperature rising when I’m around him? It’s almost as if Zaha is in the room with me again. Hovering over my body, but this time...it seems more friendly. More like softness, gentleness, warmth. Not like Zaha whose whole purpose being there was to fuck me senselessly, this actually felt like...I cared. I suddenly found myself in Gateau’s embrace. I was surprised to feel how comfortable his arms were, far more than Zaha’s. I was still confused at his actions. Well, not confused, more like, trying to make sure. “G-Gateau?” Gateau pulled me against his chest tighter, “Carrot...” I looked up at him, giving him the perfect timing to crush his lips to mine. I suddenly felt more warmth than I could ever imagine spread through my body. So strange. I never thought this would come from the big ass jerk Gateau. He broke away from the kiss, gazing into my eyes, “Before I say anything, how did that compare to Zaha?” I remembered Zaha’s kiss, compared to Gateau’s, it was so rough. Perhaps the reason I liked it at the time was because of never really having a kiss and longing it. Now, it was different. “Gateau..” I said smiling, “Zaha couldn’t match up to you if he tried.” Gateau smiled, “In that case, I love you Carrot.” I happily relaxed myself into Gateau’s arms, nuzzling my head under his neck, “I love you too Gateau.”

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Author: Sorry for any strange OOCness. I WAS ON A SUGAR HIGH! *Looks around* Don\'t kill me!