Who's the Sidekick?
Title: Who's the Sidekick?
Universe: Original
Rating: G
Summary: Originally written as a Y!Gallery exclusive. Special thanks to dynus for getting this from Y! for me.
"Up, faithful sidekick!”
Cain Maharissa pushed his goggles up onto his forehead and looked up at Able Sinclair. “Why am I the sidekick?” he asked, blinking dark eyes up at the blonde.
“Cause I’m taller.” Able said sweetly, grey eyes sparkling.
“But I’m the one with the powers,” Cain pointed out. “And our secret base is mine…”
“It’s your grandmother’s,” Able corrected.
“Same difference.” His hand twitched, and suddenly Able’s shadow, and feet both slid out from under him. The taller boy hit the roof with a thud and a wince, and Cain sat up, sweeping a hand through his spiky black hair.
“Unfair usage of supernatural powers!” Able protested as his shadow wrapped around his feet and bound them.
“No such thing,” Cain retorted, grabbing Able’s wrists and pinning him to the roof. “Sidekick.”
“I’m too tall to be a sidekick, and it’s hardly my fault you’re a short ass, shadow-boy.”
Cain’s mouth twisted into a grimace, and he gave Able’s wrists a squeeze. “No powers, not actually paying for anything, living with me--”
“I’m living in your grandmother’s building, and I pay my own rent,” Able corrected.
“She’s not charging you cause you’re my boyfriend.”
“Untrue!”
“Go downstairs and ask her.”
“I would if you’d let me up.”
“Admit that you’re the sidekick.”
“Never!” Able tried to push Cain off and failed miserably. “Dude, I would so beat you if you weren’t using your powers,” he pointed out as the shadow manipulator stood up, looking down at him. A shiver ran through the blonde as he met Cain’s eyes. There was nothing there but darkness, with no whites or iris. It made it hard to tell just what he was looking at, and it was more than a little unnerving. Which was why Cain wore shades (or his beloved goggles, a gift from his grandmother) most of the time.
“It’s probably a good thing I’ve got the powers then, isn’t it?” he said sweetly, flashing a set of very white teeth at Able. “Wouldn’t want my sidekick beating me up. That would be way embarrassing.”
“Bastard.”
“Bastardy is a fine tradition in my family.” Cain crouched next to Able, resting his arms on his knees. “Admit that you’re the sidekick, and I’ll let you up.”
“You can’t make me.”
“True. I lack any form of mind control powers. But what I lack in mind control, I more than make up for in cuteness.”
“You’re evil. And insane.”
“Of course I’m insane. I run around the city in black leather and beat up purse snatchers. Only someone totally out of their gourd would do that. But what does that say about you?”
“That your madness is infectious.”
“More than likely.” Cain admitted.
“You look good in black leather,” Able pointed out.
“Flattery will not get you released.”
Universe: Original
Rating: G
Summary: Originally written as a Y!Gallery exclusive. Special thanks to dynus for getting this from Y! for me.
"Up, faithful sidekick!”
Cain Maharissa pushed his goggles up onto his forehead and looked up at Able Sinclair. “Why am I the sidekick?” he asked, blinking dark eyes up at the blonde.
“Cause I’m taller.” Able said sweetly, grey eyes sparkling.
“But I’m the one with the powers,” Cain pointed out. “And our secret base is mine…”
“It’s your grandmother’s,” Able corrected.
“Same difference.” His hand twitched, and suddenly Able’s shadow, and feet both slid out from under him. The taller boy hit the roof with a thud and a wince, and Cain sat up, sweeping a hand through his spiky black hair.
“Unfair usage of supernatural powers!” Able protested as his shadow wrapped around his feet and bound them.
“No such thing,” Cain retorted, grabbing Able’s wrists and pinning him to the roof. “Sidekick.”
“I’m too tall to be a sidekick, and it’s hardly my fault you’re a short ass, shadow-boy.”
Cain’s mouth twisted into a grimace, and he gave Able’s wrists a squeeze. “No powers, not actually paying for anything, living with me--”
“I’m living in your grandmother’s building, and I pay my own rent,” Able corrected.
“She’s not charging you cause you’re my boyfriend.”
“Untrue!”
“Go downstairs and ask her.”
“I would if you’d let me up.”
“Admit that you’re the sidekick.”
“Never!” Able tried to push Cain off and failed miserably. “Dude, I would so beat you if you weren’t using your powers,” he pointed out as the shadow manipulator stood up, looking down at him. A shiver ran through the blonde as he met Cain’s eyes. There was nothing there but darkness, with no whites or iris. It made it hard to tell just what he was looking at, and it was more than a little unnerving. Which was why Cain wore shades (or his beloved goggles, a gift from his grandmother) most of the time.
“It’s probably a good thing I’ve got the powers then, isn’t it?” he said sweetly, flashing a set of very white teeth at Able. “Wouldn’t want my sidekick beating me up. That would be way embarrassing.”
“Bastard.”
“Bastardy is a fine tradition in my family.” Cain crouched next to Able, resting his arms on his knees. “Admit that you’re the sidekick, and I’ll let you up.”
“You can’t make me.”
“True. I lack any form of mind control powers. But what I lack in mind control, I more than make up for in cuteness.”
“You’re evil. And insane.”
“Of course I’m insane. I run around the city in black leather and beat up purse snatchers. Only someone totally out of their gourd would do that. But what does that say about you?”
“That your madness is infectious.”
“More than likely.” Cain admitted.
“You look good in black leather,” Able pointed out.
“Flattery will not get you released.”