This is the last chapter.

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Chapter Two- Pieces

"Karkat?"

Karkat looked up at his name being called by the soothing voice that voice rolled over him like a thousand hushed lullabies of sweet lavender.

"Kank..ri?"

The older troll had that same smile gracing his lips; he sat down near him, encircling his arms in an embrace that the other returned.

"Shhh… It's alright, I'm here for you."

Karkat let it all out, not caring that his tears left red streaks on the other's sweater, he just wanted to feel- not alone.

Kankri gently pressed his lips against Karkat's in a mother's affection for her human child, while smoothing out his untamed hair.

"Wake up now..."

Karkat's yes widened and his head shot up, tears threatening to spill once again.

"No."

Kankri started to fade away again, but not before shedding his own share of tears.

"You must, you have someone who is worried about your being. Your my dancestor, you will find what you need if you wake up."

Karkat sat there and watched Kankri fade, and then himself as he started to wake up.

Karkat woke up, and practically fell off his- John's bed?

He looked down to find the said boy stirring and rubbing his eyes slowly before looking up, face worried and stained with clear streaks.

"Karkat…?"

Karkat was suddenly hugged and pushed back against the bed. He wanted to voice out 'fuck off' or 'the fuck Egbert!' but a quiet sobbing stopped him.

"Your awake, I thought something happened… I- didn't want to lose you like I did in the game…not again or ever again."

Karkat blinked, he just passed out didn't he? He figured as much, because he remembered talking to the human before suddenly blacking out. Karkat had let emotions wear him out, that crying he did didn't help either.

"John…"

He grabbed the other and pulled him away, to meet his gaze.

That sky blue made his blood pusher beat faster, and his face heat up ever so slightly- Karkat slowly found himself leaning in until his forehead barely touched John's.

"Don't fucking cry again, not for something like me. I have… things to take care of myself, and you don't need to get your wriggler self involved."

Karkat was cut off by a similar motion he used to do to his ancestor.

"I care. You're my best friend Karkat... and you might even be…I can't be saying this.. I.. Karkat…"

"Just fucking say it already." Karkat held no anger in his words, just a slight sad tone. He really didn't want to hear another rejection from the human, once he had been rejected in filling a quadrant, he didn't want to be rejected in losing a friend.

Karkat blinked as the distance closed further, he could feel the warm breath of John against his lips. It sent shivers down his spine and unwanted heat.

The normal rants on how he wasn't homosexual never came; just soft lips pressed again his slight chapped ones. Karkat stiffened, but effortlessly circled his arms around the trembling human, pressing them closer.

Karkat broke the kiss, hearing a whimper that was strained and dazed. John looked up, tears rimmed his eyes again. Karkat took a clawed finger and cleared them away.

"Merry Christmas Karkat…"

Karkat found himself smiling before pressing his lips against the others, this time with emotion, emotion that he never felt before and didn't want to forget ever.

He wasn't alone anymore.

Kankri gazed down from where he sat, he sighed as he watched his dancestor enjoy his newly found matesprit.

"You did it…"

A crash of a skateboard yanked his attention away, and caused him to assist the injured troll who owned it.

"Mituna… how many times must I tell you, stop endangering yourself, you don't have to act like her or do anything to impress her, she's not worth risking your life over."

Mituna mumbled a quiet 'sorry' and took off his helmet. His untamed hair stuck out in places that resembled his own dancestor, but the bangs covered his eyes.

Kankri ruffled his hair and pulled it back to reveal the bi colored gaze. Red and blue met soft red.

"Hehe… Im one of those wild flowers the humans pick."

Kankri found himself laughing and urging the other to sit beside him as he watched his dancestor again. Mituna watched in awe before asking Kankri a question.

"You must be proud of him?"

"Indeed I am…"

Mituna glanced and gently reached to grab Kankri's hand.

"You're not alone either."

Kankri smiled returning the gesture.

"Alone is not in my vocabulary at the moment."

Thanks for reading and if anyone as any suggestions on any other story go ahead and suggest.

Merry Christmas!