Living With You
By Formerly Known
Disclaimer: This author does not own Shadow or Sonic or any of them. Other people own Sonic and company. This author DOES own this story. Steal and the author will send the demons of hell and/or my lawyers after your soul.
Author's Note: This is sort of the sequel to Last Night. Sort of. Those who don't like guy/guy relationships should probably leave. Those of you like Sonic/Shadow should probably also leave now....
Damn, that didn't leave me with much of an audience did it?
Chapter 1
Moving Out
Sonic and Shadow were having a fight. It had been almost three weeks since their first night together. Both were still uncomfortable about their relationship and had decided to keep it a secret from their friends. Except for Rouge, the sneaky bat had some how figured it all out. She had promised to keep the pair's secret (at a steep price of course) and had, inadvertently, become the duo's guidance councilor. None of the three would admit this in so many words, but since Rouge was the only one who knew their little secret, she was the only one available to discuss their problems with.
And problems had gone to quite a few recently. Two weeks ago Shadow moved into Sonic's house. It made sense, as Shadow had no place to stay and the two were... well, developing a relationship. Things had gone rough at first and only gotten worse. They'd done their best to get along, but it seemed no matter how hard they tried, more problems kept arising. To make matters worse, Rouge, their only confidant, was having troubles of her own. Or rather, one trouble, which went by the name Knuckles. In the past week they had begun dating. And they weren't exactly having a good time. Next to the fights between Rouge and Knuckles, Sonic and Shadow looked like saints in a church. While Sonic and Shadow had some nasty arguments, at least they never got into fist fight over it. At least not yet.
Sonic was a born slob, hardly cleaned up anything, never did the dishes, only went shopping when there was nothing else left to eat in the house. It drove Shadow completely insane. While Shadow wasn't a complete neat freak, he had a certain love of order in his surroundings. He hated cleaning, but he found himself doing so more often than not just to give himself some sanity in the insane mess known as Sonic's house.
And things were no piece of pie for Sonic either. He got sick of Shadow constantly moving stuff around and hiding things in obscure places such as cupboards.
And he nagged, oh how he nagged! Always something needing to be fixed, something Sonic needed to do. "Sonic, take the trash out." "Sonic, get your feet off the couch." "Sonic, I'm out of coffee again." It was Sonic's house, he could put his shoes any damn place he pleased. And he didn't even like coffee, that was entirely Shadow's thing.
"I can't believe this Sonic! You haven't done the dishes in ages. This place is a mess. Maria always kept her things so neat. I don't see why you can't ."
And that was what rankled more than anything. Sonic didn't mind too much that his house was becoming a little neater. Sure things were hard to find at times, but at least he always had clean dishes when he needed them. Sonic could even put up with the nagging, he knew he should do more of the house work. But what Sonic hated more than anything, despised above all else, couldn't even stand, was the way Shadow constantly compared Sonic to Maria.
"Maria would never leave dishes this long! She always did her best to make things as neat and easy for other people as she could."
Sonic muttered softly, not saying anything in particular, letting Shadow make his own decision of what Sonic said.
"I just can't believe what a slob you can be sometimes! Let me tell you, Maria never-"
"Yeah, well let me tell YOU something, Shadow! Maria is DEAD. D-E-A-D!
Deeaad! The bitch is so dead you wouldn't even be able to find her skeleton! She's so gone no one even remembers her but you and Eggman, and we all know HE doesn't count for anything." Sonic took a deep breath, his voice dropping almost to a whisper.
"And if you don't stop living in the past, Shadow Hedgehog, YOU are not going to count for much either."
Silence filled the house. Sonic froze after he finished speaking. He slowly turned his head to look at Shadow. He found Shadow's piercing crimson eyes fixed on him, the expression in them cold and unreadable. Then Shadow turned and walked away.
Sonic froze, the weight of his own words crashing back on top of him. Sonic struggled, seeking the words, seeking something, that would make this okay again. He didn't find any.
Shadow continued to walk away, heading out of the kitchen and into the living room. Sonic finally found his voice.
"Wait! Wait, Shadow, I didn't mean it that way! I mean, I wasn't...I didn't...I,
I...Shadow come back!"
Shadow didn't turn around, didn't look back. Didn't even pause.
"I'm sorry, Shadow, I'm so sorry," pleaded Sonic, chasing Shadow through the living room to the porch. Shadow didn't even glance for him, just headed for the door.
"Shadow, please wait! You...I...We...Let me explain, let me, let me..." Sonic's voice trailed off, knowing deep inside there was no explanation, nothing that could make it right again.
Shadow placed his hand on the doorknob, pausing just for an instance. He glanced over his shoulder to Sonic, crimson eyes flashing briefly. Then Shadow was gone, out the door and speeding away. Sonic raced after him, out the open door, but stopped at the edge of the porch.
"Please! Shadow!" cried the distraught hedgehog, pleading for everything in one last ditch effort. But already Shadow had vanished from sight, speeding into the jungle and vanishing with nothing but the faintest breeze.
"Please..." whispered Sonic, feeling the soft breeze make his quills sway ever so slightly.
Then the blue hedgehog broke down in tears on the edge of the porch.
By Formerly Known
Disclaimer: This author does not own Shadow or Sonic or any of them. Other people own Sonic and company. This author DOES own this story. Steal and the author will send the demons of hell and/or my lawyers after your soul.
Author's Note: This is sort of the sequel to Last Night. Sort of. Those who don't like guy/guy relationships should probably leave. Those of you like Sonic/Shadow should probably also leave now....
Damn, that didn't leave me with much of an audience did it?
Chapter 1
Moving Out
Sonic and Shadow were having a fight. It had been almost three weeks since their first night together. Both were still uncomfortable about their relationship and had decided to keep it a secret from their friends. Except for Rouge, the sneaky bat had some how figured it all out. She had promised to keep the pair's secret (at a steep price of course) and had, inadvertently, become the duo's guidance councilor. None of the three would admit this in so many words, but since Rouge was the only one who knew their little secret, she was the only one available to discuss their problems with.
And problems had gone to quite a few recently. Two weeks ago Shadow moved into Sonic's house. It made sense, as Shadow had no place to stay and the two were... well, developing a relationship. Things had gone rough at first and only gotten worse. They'd done their best to get along, but it seemed no matter how hard they tried, more problems kept arising. To make matters worse, Rouge, their only confidant, was having troubles of her own. Or rather, one trouble, which went by the name Knuckles. In the past week they had begun dating. And they weren't exactly having a good time. Next to the fights between Rouge and Knuckles, Sonic and Shadow looked like saints in a church. While Sonic and Shadow had some nasty arguments, at least they never got into fist fight over it. At least not yet.
Sonic was a born slob, hardly cleaned up anything, never did the dishes, only went shopping when there was nothing else left to eat in the house. It drove Shadow completely insane. While Shadow wasn't a complete neat freak, he had a certain love of order in his surroundings. He hated cleaning, but he found himself doing so more often than not just to give himself some sanity in the insane mess known as Sonic's house.
And things were no piece of pie for Sonic either. He got sick of Shadow constantly moving stuff around and hiding things in obscure places such as cupboards.
And he nagged, oh how he nagged! Always something needing to be fixed, something Sonic needed to do. "Sonic, take the trash out." "Sonic, get your feet off the couch." "Sonic, I'm out of coffee again." It was Sonic's house, he could put his shoes any damn place he pleased. And he didn't even like coffee, that was entirely Shadow's thing.
"I can't believe this Sonic! You haven't done the dishes in ages. This place is a mess. Maria always kept her things so neat. I don't see why you can't ."
And that was what rankled more than anything. Sonic didn't mind too much that his house was becoming a little neater. Sure things were hard to find at times, but at least he always had clean dishes when he needed them. Sonic could even put up with the nagging, he knew he should do more of the house work. But what Sonic hated more than anything, despised above all else, couldn't even stand, was the way Shadow constantly compared Sonic to Maria.
"Maria would never leave dishes this long! She always did her best to make things as neat and easy for other people as she could."
Sonic muttered softly, not saying anything in particular, letting Shadow make his own decision of what Sonic said.
"I just can't believe what a slob you can be sometimes! Let me tell you, Maria never-"
"Yeah, well let me tell YOU something, Shadow! Maria is DEAD. D-E-A-D!
Deeaad! The bitch is so dead you wouldn't even be able to find her skeleton! She's so gone no one even remembers her but you and Eggman, and we all know HE doesn't count for anything." Sonic took a deep breath, his voice dropping almost to a whisper.
"And if you don't stop living in the past, Shadow Hedgehog, YOU are not going to count for much either."
Silence filled the house. Sonic froze after he finished speaking. He slowly turned his head to look at Shadow. He found Shadow's piercing crimson eyes fixed on him, the expression in them cold and unreadable. Then Shadow turned and walked away.
Sonic froze, the weight of his own words crashing back on top of him. Sonic struggled, seeking the words, seeking something, that would make this okay again. He didn't find any.
Shadow continued to walk away, heading out of the kitchen and into the living room. Sonic finally found his voice.
"Wait! Wait, Shadow, I didn't mean it that way! I mean, I wasn't...I didn't...I,
I...Shadow come back!"
Shadow didn't turn around, didn't look back. Didn't even pause.
"I'm sorry, Shadow, I'm so sorry," pleaded Sonic, chasing Shadow through the living room to the porch. Shadow didn't even glance for him, just headed for the door.
"Shadow, please wait! You...I...We...Let me explain, let me, let me..." Sonic's voice trailed off, knowing deep inside there was no explanation, nothing that could make it right again.
Shadow placed his hand on the doorknob, pausing just for an instance. He glanced over his shoulder to Sonic, crimson eyes flashing briefly. Then Shadow was gone, out the door and speeding away. Sonic raced after him, out the open door, but stopped at the edge of the porch.
"Please! Shadow!" cried the distraught hedgehog, pleading for everything in one last ditch effort. But already Shadow had vanished from sight, speeding into the jungle and vanishing with nothing but the faintest breeze.
"Please..." whispered Sonic, feeling the soft breeze make his quills sway ever so slightly.
Then the blue hedgehog broke down in tears on the edge of the porch.