Gente di Notte: Meeting of the Moons--Aiden/FFTL crossover fanfiction--Chapter 11
Author: Beca-Bex
Disclaimer: I do not own what you have heard/read before
This time, when the sun teetered off the sky and then fell lightyears down,
everyone disappeared.
Jake circled his house three times to be sure of it, but no, he could not see his
parents. They were in a different universe, under the belief that he was still in his room
doing homework. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear, but there was no dial
tone. He turned the faucet on in the bathroom sink, but no water came forth.
Part of him was terrified of leaving the house, but a more powerful side guided
him to the kitchen knife lying in a partially open drawer and then out the sliding glass
back door. If a sprite went after him tonight, he had something nice and deadly to stick up
its ass.
Paused lighting from the windows of homes and the headlights of a car were the
only assistance to directing him down the street. The moon had waned so it provided
little illumination, Jake could not trust it. So instead of glowing white under his feet, the
tar artificially yellowed.
He came across a sole sprite halfway to the Gente di Notte community. It was
hunting, growling continuously-however, it did not see him. This brought great relief
seeing as Jake had never found himself needing to physically defend himself previously
and he wasn’t sure fighting a sprite with a kitchen knife was the best idea for a first time.
Knowledge caressed his heart when a brunet boy ran across his path as he entered
the woods, smiling up at him before diving under the brush. Jake was home.
***
“You’re back?” Matt sounded shocked. Jake wished he could see his expression;
the low volume of the New Mooner’s voice failed the Full Mooner measure how
surprised his equal really was.
“There’s not anywhere else I can go,” he answered honestly. “Can I come in?”
It took 30 seconds for Matt to say, “…Sure… do you-do you want something
to-to eat?” The question stumbled on his tongue, clearly not in common use.
Jake’s mom had burnt the steak tonight, further driving him to become a
vegetarian, so he said, “That’d be great, thanks.”
Matt’s invisible hand gave him another tart.
“Where’s Jared?” Jake asked with a partially full mouth.
“He always goes out,” Matt said. Something round hit the ground and rolled
against the rocky soil. “I don’t know where. Probably helping some of the others
rebuild.”
“Did the Diurnals cause that much damage?” Jake inquired, licking his fingers.
“I guess,” Matt replied. “It’s why I like living up high, we get less intruders. I
mean, sometimes we have problems too but it’s mostly the others who live lower down
who wake up and find Diurnals camping out in their caves. Summer time’s the worst, you
can’t see them, you only know because your things can get crushed under their stuff or
thrown around everywhere. Then you have to wait for them to leave and you don’t really
know when they actually do because they always leave their trash everywhere. Usually a
middleman is needed to tell us we can clean up…” he trailed off and quieted as if
thinking he was talking too much.
“That sucks,” Jake said blandly. “So if you…hit a Diurnal, like rammed right into
him by accident, what happens?”
“Dunno, never tried it. Katelyn says it’s the moving of stuff you have to look out
for. You don’t want to scare them?”
“You don’t?” Jake smirked.
“Most people don’t.” Matt caught his tone and his own turned to exasperation.
The round object dropped and rolled again, hitting Jake’s foot. He groped around for it,
picked it up, and brought it to the light. It was a marble. “A Diurnal left it one
summer…”
“How long have you, uh, been a real Mooner?”
“Five years. I don’t think I look much older.”
Jake chuckled and rolled the marble in his palm for a bit before letting it drop
back to the ground where it tumbled back into the darkness. “I’ve no fucking clue what
you look like.”
“Most people don’t,” Matt repeated softly. The statement was matter-of-fact but it
hit Jake’s ears with a dull thud, settled the wrong way.
“Why?”
Matt never answered.
Disclaimer: I do not own what you have heard/read before
This time, when the sun teetered off the sky and then fell lightyears down,
everyone disappeared.
Jake circled his house three times to be sure of it, but no, he could not see his
parents. They were in a different universe, under the belief that he was still in his room
doing homework. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear, but there was no dial
tone. He turned the faucet on in the bathroom sink, but no water came forth.
Part of him was terrified of leaving the house, but a more powerful side guided
him to the kitchen knife lying in a partially open drawer and then out the sliding glass
back door. If a sprite went after him tonight, he had something nice and deadly to stick up
its ass.
Paused lighting from the windows of homes and the headlights of a car were the
only assistance to directing him down the street. The moon had waned so it provided
little illumination, Jake could not trust it. So instead of glowing white under his feet, the
tar artificially yellowed.
He came across a sole sprite halfway to the Gente di Notte community. It was
hunting, growling continuously-however, it did not see him. This brought great relief
seeing as Jake had never found himself needing to physically defend himself previously
and he wasn’t sure fighting a sprite with a kitchen knife was the best idea for a first time.
Knowledge caressed his heart when a brunet boy ran across his path as he entered
the woods, smiling up at him before diving under the brush. Jake was home.
***
“You’re back?” Matt sounded shocked. Jake wished he could see his expression;
the low volume of the New Mooner’s voice failed the Full Mooner measure how
surprised his equal really was.
“There’s not anywhere else I can go,” he answered honestly. “Can I come in?”
It took 30 seconds for Matt to say, “…Sure… do you-do you want something
to-to eat?” The question stumbled on his tongue, clearly not in common use.
Jake’s mom had burnt the steak tonight, further driving him to become a
vegetarian, so he said, “That’d be great, thanks.”
Matt’s invisible hand gave him another tart.
“Where’s Jared?” Jake asked with a partially full mouth.
“He always goes out,” Matt said. Something round hit the ground and rolled
against the rocky soil. “I don’t know where. Probably helping some of the others
rebuild.”
“Did the Diurnals cause that much damage?” Jake inquired, licking his fingers.
“I guess,” Matt replied. “It’s why I like living up high, we get less intruders. I
mean, sometimes we have problems too but it’s mostly the others who live lower down
who wake up and find Diurnals camping out in their caves. Summer time’s the worst, you
can’t see them, you only know because your things can get crushed under their stuff or
thrown around everywhere. Then you have to wait for them to leave and you don’t really
know when they actually do because they always leave their trash everywhere. Usually a
middleman is needed to tell us we can clean up…” he trailed off and quieted as if
thinking he was talking too much.
“That sucks,” Jake said blandly. “So if you…hit a Diurnal, like rammed right into
him by accident, what happens?”
“Dunno, never tried it. Katelyn says it’s the moving of stuff you have to look out
for. You don’t want to scare them?”
“You don’t?” Jake smirked.
“Most people don’t.” Matt caught his tone and his own turned to exasperation.
The round object dropped and rolled again, hitting Jake’s foot. He groped around for it,
picked it up, and brought it to the light. It was a marble. “A Diurnal left it one
summer…”
“How long have you, uh, been a real Mooner?”
“Five years. I don’t think I look much older.”
Jake chuckled and rolled the marble in his palm for a bit before letting it drop
back to the ground where it tumbled back into the darkness. “I’ve no fucking clue what
you look like.”
“Most people don’t,” Matt repeated softly. The statement was matter-of-fact but it
hit Jake’s ears with a dull thud, settled the wrong way.
“Why?”
Matt never answered.