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title; once upon a time
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rating; PG
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Once upon a time there were two men; they were smart men. Well, they were moderately smart, not anything too fancy. They had some sense. Well, one of them had sense, the other, well, no one really knew what he had, but he had something. Anyway, these two men were different, they were special. They were Gifted. Not everyone understood them, sometimes no one understood one of them, but he was a little bit free of the mind. His Gift made him that way you see. It wasn’t his fault. These two Gifted and moderately smart but mildly twisted, well, not twisted, just complicated. Well, the one that was free, he was complicated, the other one wasn’t so complicated, he was just a little complex, not like the …
Okay, this is getting hard to follow. Let’s start again.
Once upon a time there were two men; Mark and Julio. Now, they didn’t always go by these names. Mark was called Martini, and only a few people understood why. Martini was Gifted with a special ability, he could distort time, he could travel back and forth through time and every now and then, he caught glimpses of what happened in those futures. Sadly, this ability was very hard for Martini to handle, his family didn’t take it well, and for a long time, Martini was left on his own, misunderstood and imprisoned.
Julio, on the other hand, had a different Gift. Julio, who was called Rictor by most, had the ability to feel the Earth, to command it just a little. Rictor would boast that he could ‘rock your world’ and it was very true, he could. Rictor could summon seismic power, he could make earthquakes -that was mostly why they called him Rictor. Unlike Martini, Rictor had a fairly average life, he had a loving family, although he lost his mother when he was young, his Mama V was every bit the mother he needed. Rictor lost his father when he was still young, shaping him into a man before he really was, although it didn’t hinder his playful side. Rictor travelled and learned and made his mistakes, he was carefree and noisy. Most of the things that Martini wasn’t.
Eventually, after a number of paths for both men, they met. They met in Africa, on a military team that neither really wanted to be on, but they didn’t really have a choice, it was where their paths had taken them. Nothing was easy between them. Their personalities weren’t conductive to a friendship, not at first. Names were often exchanged; mischief accompanied a lot of their interactions. There were even a few fist fights. Despite mutual friends and mutual enemies, Martini and Rictor had a lot of friction for a long time, until their found a common point.
Their Gifts.
Now, it wasn’t that they were the only two people with these Gifts. No, all their friends had them too, it was nothing that simple. It was the joining of those Gifts, the managed mischief with their abilities that forged the beginning of something special. They couldn’t talk to others about this experiment. The action had to be kept secret, and so, they could only turn to the other for understanding of their combined achievement. It turned their animosity into camaraderie. The names continued, of course, after all, things don’t change over night.
Until they did.
No one is really sure how things changed. Some say there was a witch, some say there was a fight, some say that leprechauns escaped from the rainbow and sprinkled magic dust. The last one seems unlikely, but who really knows. All that can be agreed upon was that the change was so tangible that they turned from almost rivals to partners in crime to partners in almost everything.
There’s a girl who claims they are like cotton candy, but she’s a little crazy, so it’s hard to tell. But whatever happened, it created something that held fast for a long time -well, not really a long time, since there were bumps and things just a few weeks into the new found romance that bloomed. Either way, they held strong. Rictor seemed to cope rather well with his new boyfriend’s glaringly obvious insanity -he did see things, and he was obsessed with watches, and every now and then he just sort of disappeared. But Rictor was a little strange himself; crazy people seemed to gravitate towards him. It’s a theory that he had a secondary Gift that acted as some sort of magnet for trouble, but the tests were inconclusive on that point.
So their relationship bloomed in Russia, under a sheet of snow and the need for constant warmth; it was a good reason to stay together and constantly get caught with their pants down -no one seemed worried about frostbite claiming certain parts of the anatomy. One could claim that they were terribly affectionate, others would say the fought like cats and dogs more often than not, but they were pretty much attached at the hip; until Martini sparked a few little incidents and accidentally reversed or accelerated everyone’s age. That was an interesting story, but it’s one for another time. More bumps came in the shape of angry men with sharp claws and a really crazy woman with red hair -not the nice crazy one who had red hair, but the scary crazy one with red hair that had a homicidal streak and a crazy stamp all over her. Rictor grew to believe that he wasn’t the one who was the magnet for trouble; Martini seemed to get into more and more scraps, even getting stabbed. It brought them closer in some ways, as injury and near death tended to do. Although they both learned not to poke sleeping ferals, not that they remembered the lesson or anything.
After the ice of Russia came Japan, our far travelled heroes feeling the pressing burden of such things that hindered their relationship. Moments of craziness, angsting emo moments brought on by over thinking. The fact that their emotional crutches had appeared to vanish for a short while probably didn’t help and maybe it was shown that they weren’t really able to take care of themselves all that well. But no one died, that was the important thing.
Their biggest fight, possibly the most serious to that point, came following a riot in Japan where dear Rictor lost control and his cool and tore through part of Japan. He didn’t handle that very well, as most men don’t and lashed out. Some were under the belief that Rictor thought his time manipulating boyfriend was a magic eight ball, some were just under the impression that Rictor was an asshole. Rictor put the wedge between himself and Martini, affecting the poor little cuckoo’s grasp on sanity just a little bit more. Certain people were not happy with this, although Rictor beat himself up about it enough for most, they weren’t about to let that stop them from helping.
Martini, in the end, was the bigger man -after being really petty. Their steps towards repairing things were hindered mostly by Rictor’s inability to stay out of trouble. Almost getting killed twice in the space of two weeks set a new record among the group and no one is really expecting to take the title from Rictor now.
You’re probably waiting for me to get to the happily ever after part of this story, aren’t you? The thing is, it’s not been written yet. The end I mean, not their happily ever after. There are snippets, little stories from what people have heard from Martini about the future.
It ends in Mexico, and not in a blaze of glory, no. It ends in Mexico and long time from now, in a nice little house on the beach from what we’ve heard. But between then and now, things aren’t always pretty -when you have a melodramatic Mexican and a slightly loopy American, what do you really expect? We’ve heard there’s another slightly crazy American in the mix, and that only add to the view that Rictor has a secondary Gift.
Either way, these two men, these Gifted, moderately smart and terribly hopeless pair are stumbling through a lot of their mistakes together. It’s not exactly the story you were expecting, that much we can understand, but it’s the kind of story that needed telling.
word count; 1407
rating; PG
prompt; request
Once upon a time there were two men; they were smart men. Well, they were moderately smart, not anything too fancy. They had some sense. Well, one of them had sense, the other, well, no one really knew what he had, but he had something. Anyway, these two men were different, they were special. They were Gifted. Not everyone understood them, sometimes no one understood one of them, but he was a little bit free of the mind. His Gift made him that way you see. It wasn’t his fault. These two Gifted and moderately smart but mildly twisted, well, not twisted, just complicated. Well, the one that was free, he was complicated, the other one wasn’t so complicated, he was just a little complex, not like the …
Okay, this is getting hard to follow. Let’s start again.
Once upon a time there were two men; Mark and Julio. Now, they didn’t always go by these names. Mark was called Martini, and only a few people understood why. Martini was Gifted with a special ability, he could distort time, he could travel back and forth through time and every now and then, he caught glimpses of what happened in those futures. Sadly, this ability was very hard for Martini to handle, his family didn’t take it well, and for a long time, Martini was left on his own, misunderstood and imprisoned.
Julio, on the other hand, had a different Gift. Julio, who was called Rictor by most, had the ability to feel the Earth, to command it just a little. Rictor would boast that he could ‘rock your world’ and it was very true, he could. Rictor could summon seismic power, he could make earthquakes -that was mostly why they called him Rictor. Unlike Martini, Rictor had a fairly average life, he had a loving family, although he lost his mother when he was young, his Mama V was every bit the mother he needed. Rictor lost his father when he was still young, shaping him into a man before he really was, although it didn’t hinder his playful side. Rictor travelled and learned and made his mistakes, he was carefree and noisy. Most of the things that Martini wasn’t.
Eventually, after a number of paths for both men, they met. They met in Africa, on a military team that neither really wanted to be on, but they didn’t really have a choice, it was where their paths had taken them. Nothing was easy between them. Their personalities weren’t conductive to a friendship, not at first. Names were often exchanged; mischief accompanied a lot of their interactions. There were even a few fist fights. Despite mutual friends and mutual enemies, Martini and Rictor had a lot of friction for a long time, until their found a common point.
Their Gifts.
Now, it wasn’t that they were the only two people with these Gifts. No, all their friends had them too, it was nothing that simple. It was the joining of those Gifts, the managed mischief with their abilities that forged the beginning of something special. They couldn’t talk to others about this experiment. The action had to be kept secret, and so, they could only turn to the other for understanding of their combined achievement. It turned their animosity into camaraderie. The names continued, of course, after all, things don’t change over night.
Until they did.
No one is really sure how things changed. Some say there was a witch, some say there was a fight, some say that leprechauns escaped from the rainbow and sprinkled magic dust. The last one seems unlikely, but who really knows. All that can be agreed upon was that the change was so tangible that they turned from almost rivals to partners in crime to partners in almost everything.
There’s a girl who claims they are like cotton candy, but she’s a little crazy, so it’s hard to tell. But whatever happened, it created something that held fast for a long time -well, not really a long time, since there were bumps and things just a few weeks into the new found romance that bloomed. Either way, they held strong. Rictor seemed to cope rather well with his new boyfriend’s glaringly obvious insanity -he did see things, and he was obsessed with watches, and every now and then he just sort of disappeared. But Rictor was a little strange himself; crazy people seemed to gravitate towards him. It’s a theory that he had a secondary Gift that acted as some sort of magnet for trouble, but the tests were inconclusive on that point.
So their relationship bloomed in Russia, under a sheet of snow and the need for constant warmth; it was a good reason to stay together and constantly get caught with their pants down -no one seemed worried about frostbite claiming certain parts of the anatomy. One could claim that they were terribly affectionate, others would say the fought like cats and dogs more often than not, but they were pretty much attached at the hip; until Martini sparked a few little incidents and accidentally reversed or accelerated everyone’s age. That was an interesting story, but it’s one for another time. More bumps came in the shape of angry men with sharp claws and a really crazy woman with red hair -not the nice crazy one who had red hair, but the scary crazy one with red hair that had a homicidal streak and a crazy stamp all over her. Rictor grew to believe that he wasn’t the one who was the magnet for trouble; Martini seemed to get into more and more scraps, even getting stabbed. It brought them closer in some ways, as injury and near death tended to do. Although they both learned not to poke sleeping ferals, not that they remembered the lesson or anything.
After the ice of Russia came Japan, our far travelled heroes feeling the pressing burden of such things that hindered their relationship. Moments of craziness, angsting emo moments brought on by over thinking. The fact that their emotional crutches had appeared to vanish for a short while probably didn’t help and maybe it was shown that they weren’t really able to take care of themselves all that well. But no one died, that was the important thing.
Their biggest fight, possibly the most serious to that point, came following a riot in Japan where dear Rictor lost control and his cool and tore through part of Japan. He didn’t handle that very well, as most men don’t and lashed out. Some were under the belief that Rictor thought his time manipulating boyfriend was a magic eight ball, some were just under the impression that Rictor was an asshole. Rictor put the wedge between himself and Martini, affecting the poor little cuckoo’s grasp on sanity just a little bit more. Certain people were not happy with this, although Rictor beat himself up about it enough for most, they weren’t about to let that stop them from helping.
Martini, in the end, was the bigger man -after being really petty. Their steps towards repairing things were hindered mostly by Rictor’s inability to stay out of trouble. Almost getting killed twice in the space of two weeks set a new record among the group and no one is really expecting to take the title from Rictor now.
You’re probably waiting for me to get to the happily ever after part of this story, aren’t you? The thing is, it’s not been written yet. The end I mean, not their happily ever after. There are snippets, little stories from what people have heard from Martini about the future.
It ends in Mexico, and not in a blaze of glory, no. It ends in Mexico and long time from now, in a nice little house on the beach from what we’ve heard. But between then and now, things aren’t always pretty -when you have a melodramatic Mexican and a slightly loopy American, what do you really expect? We’ve heard there’s another slightly crazy American in the mix, and that only add to the view that Rictor has a secondary Gift.
Either way, these two men, these Gifted, moderately smart and terribly hopeless pair are stumbling through a lot of their mistakes together. It’s not exactly the story you were expecting, that much we can understand, but it’s the kind of story that needed telling.