This was written in response to one of the PPMB Iron Chef challenges.
Particularly, the one about really unlikely couples. Just don't hurt me because
of this, okay?
Scars and Spite.. Forever?
by Huggy
Janet Barch felt guilty. She really loved Timothy, but here she was again.
Laying beside her was Him, the only reason any woman ever needed to hate men.
Janet hated herself at times like this because she couldn't help but enjoy it.
He was dozing lightly now. All the chaotic energy, pointless aggression,
and simple male stupidity seemed to melt away. He almost seemed tolerable. That
was what had attracted her to him in the first place. She had seen past his
rough exterior; the show he put on for everyone else. Over time she realized
that there was something special about this man, something that she wanted to
get to know better.
So, one day, she approached him. After he got over the initial terror,
she had told him that she knew he wasn't really the person he pretended to be.
That she could tell he had been forced to change into what he was. Sometimes the
world was just too harsh a place for people like him. He had surprised her then
by crying.
Over time, Janet coaxed him into revealing the whole story of his tragic
past. How his dad had forced him into the uniform and sent him out to battle men
he remembered as monsters. How he had tried to leave so many times, but he'd
always come back because everyone said they needed him. They needed him to stay
alive. Eventually, he had given up. He was just being a good nazi, and people
called him a hero for it.
But now that was all over. He had decided to put it all behind him when
Janet came into his life. He was a good man now. Still, she felt guilty.
"You're thinking of him, aren't you?"
Janet started. She had been so deep in thought she hadn't noticed her
lover wake up. There was no use lying about it, she nodded.
"I thought we had an agreement? When we're together the rest of the world
isn't allowed."
She smiled sadly. "I know. But sometimes I can't help it. I just feel so
bad for Timmy."
"Of course you do. You're a good person. If you weren't you couldn't have
found me out like you did. I wouldn't love you like I do."
"Wh-what did you say?"
"You heard me. I love you, Janet."
She could tell from the unguarded look in his eyes that he meant it. And
with a depth of emotion that she wasn't sure even her Timothy could muster. The
sudden realization that this man loved her completely and unconditionally
stirred something inside her. She found herself uttering a phrase which had
always sickened her in the past, but which sounded sweet to her ears now.
"Oh, Kevvy! I love you too!"
Particularly, the one about really unlikely couples. Just don't hurt me because
of this, okay?
Scars and Spite.. Forever?
by Huggy
Janet Barch felt guilty. She really loved Timothy, but here she was again.
Laying beside her was Him, the only reason any woman ever needed to hate men.
Janet hated herself at times like this because she couldn't help but enjoy it.
He was dozing lightly now. All the chaotic energy, pointless aggression,
and simple male stupidity seemed to melt away. He almost seemed tolerable. That
was what had attracted her to him in the first place. She had seen past his
rough exterior; the show he put on for everyone else. Over time she realized
that there was something special about this man, something that she wanted to
get to know better.
So, one day, she approached him. After he got over the initial terror,
she had told him that she knew he wasn't really the person he pretended to be.
That she could tell he had been forced to change into what he was. Sometimes the
world was just too harsh a place for people like him. He had surprised her then
by crying.
Over time, Janet coaxed him into revealing the whole story of his tragic
past. How his dad had forced him into the uniform and sent him out to battle men
he remembered as monsters. How he had tried to leave so many times, but he'd
always come back because everyone said they needed him. They needed him to stay
alive. Eventually, he had given up. He was just being a good nazi, and people
called him a hero for it.
But now that was all over. He had decided to put it all behind him when
Janet came into his life. He was a good man now. Still, she felt guilty.
"You're thinking of him, aren't you?"
Janet started. She had been so deep in thought she hadn't noticed her
lover wake up. There was no use lying about it, she nodded.
"I thought we had an agreement? When we're together the rest of the world
isn't allowed."
She smiled sadly. "I know. But sometimes I can't help it. I just feel so
bad for Timmy."
"Of course you do. You're a good person. If you weren't you couldn't have
found me out like you did. I wouldn't love you like I do."
"Wh-what did you say?"
"You heard me. I love you, Janet."
She could tell from the unguarded look in his eyes that he meant it. And
with a depth of emotion that she wasn't sure even her Timothy could muster. The
sudden realization that this man loved her completely and unconditionally
stirred something inside her. She found herself uttering a phrase which had
always sickened her in the past, but which sounded sweet to her ears now.
"Oh, Kevvy! I love you too!"