[Rave] The More You Hate, The More You Love (Ch.1)
Title: The More You Hate, the More You Love
Fandom: Rave
Pairings: Lucia/Haru, King/Gale
Warning: Languages
Status: Work-in-Progress
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Mashima-sensei still does.
A/N: Plot bunnies attack when ye’re doing odd jobs, and this time, they attacked me two days ago when I was sweeping the dining room. Oh gawds. I was plagued and infected with this plot bunny that I couldn’t sweep it away with a broom. In the end, I have to write it down.
Summary: Haru and Lucia hate each other. King and Gale love each other. Then there’s the Glory-Leagrove Annual Family Soul Cleansing and Sin Redeeming Tradition thing they do. What else should the dads do to bring their kids closer?
Word Count: 1300
The More You Hate, The More You Love
Chapter 1: He's a Bitch
The forest trail was wet from the previous rain, and Haru grudgingly trudged through the muddy trail. Behind him, Lucia did the same, only with the addition of colorful words the silver-haired boy didn’t think existed. He also tried to ignore the blatant display of ‘friendship’ in front of him as Gale and King happily hopped from one rock to another. Yes, their fathers were very happy campers.
Huffing, Haru dodged another bird dropping… and earned another stream of colorful sentences. At least the blond boy is able to balance out the happy campers.
“Damn it, fucking son of a bitch! Just who in fucking Christ’s name created these mother fucking god damn winged creatures?!”
Ignoring the twitch of an eyebrow, Haru walked on ahead and left the swearing boy all by himself. Whose idea was it anyway to bring the two kids along on this cracked up camping trip their fathers frequently had?
[xxx]
“You’re whatting my what?!”
“We’re bringing you kids along.”
“You fucking can’t drag us into your gay trips!”
“Now, now, Lucy. This is an annual family ritual where we cleanse our souls and-”
“No. Nada. Dame. Absolutely fucking-”
“NO. I will not tolerate you and Uncle King attempting to take me on a camping trip with an uncouth barbarian like HIM.”
The entire conversation ended the moment Haru jabbed his finger in the air and pointed at Lucia while glaring at his father and King, who were sitting on the couch. Standing beside him, Lucia scoffed at the finger and poked the back of Haru’s head. “And who the fuck do you think-”
He was cut short though, when he felt sharp silver eyes stabbing him. He felt a chill sweep through his entire being. “Don’t you dare curse and use such blasphemous words in my presence, Lucia freaking Leagrove. One more dirty word from that dirty mouth and you’re out of this house.” Clinging to his shoulder, Plue ‘plue’d in agreement.
In front of them, King and Gale just sighed at their children. Nudging King in the side, Gale sent him the ‘You-Tell-Them’ look, which King answered with a ‘No-You-Do-It’. But Gale stayed strong and shot him a ‘I’ll-Treat-You-With-A-#739’.
No one knows what the look meant, but the moment King met those gleaming silver eyes, he stood up and began to do the job. The wonders of #739 indeed. If only it’d work with the two arguing boys... Gale would have been happy for the rest of his entire life.
“You’re the bigger brat between the two of us!”
“What the fuck are you blabbering, dopehead?!”
“I’m telling you, stop those profanities-”
“Then stop acting like a damn-”
“Boys! Boys! Calm down.” Two pairs of eyes, silver and gold, turned to glare at him. But King, being King and obviously used to such sights and treatments, ahem-ed and proceeded to explain, “Yesterday, Gale suggested bringing you two along on our annual traditional family ritual of soul cleansing and sin redeeming-”
“Bullshit, dad. You only make more sins on those freaking trips, having sex in a shitty forest when you damn well know you’re both fucking married and have a bitchy 16 year old kid, respectively.”
The rest of the three were left speechless. King tried to speak but closed his mouth, only to open it again, trying to find his voice. Beside him, Gale’s eyes quickly sought refuge behind his bangs from scathing golden eyes, while Haru just grimaced like he usually did whenever Lucia is being a barbaric, irresponsible and uncouth madman.
After a few minutes, King finally gained his voice and coughed, signaling for his son to shut up until he’s done talking. “Now, the reason why I agreed to such a proposal is because-..” In front of him, Lucia was trying to burn ten holes into his body with just a pair of golden eyes. Too bad for him, his father also has identical eyes to counter his own. Haru just flinched when Lucia’s phalanges bent, gripping the sofa so, so hard. “..-The two of you have always been biting at each other’s tails while trying to break a bone or leg or even ripping the other’s eye out!”
“Oh! Don’t forget the throwing of pets, jars and knives, Uncle King.”
But King only sighed at Haru’s cheekiness, watching as Lucia focused his attention on smacking the back of the other boy’s head. “Anyways, the sole reason of wanting you two to tag along is because-would you stop hitting the poor boy, you ungrateful god damn brat and just fucking listen to me?!”
Both boys were in awe, Lucia’s eyes uncharacteristically wide, staring at the elder blonde’s looming figure. No one knows better than Lucia to shut up when his father is doing that hands-on-the-hips pose while swearing like a housewife. Indeed, his father is even scarier than his mother. Even Gale was surprised at the unusual display of King’s temper. Gulping, Lucia nodded v-e-r-y slowly, though his hand didn’t stray from Haru’s head. Besides, he always wanted to be able to pull said boy’s hair without exerting much effort.
“Like what I was trying to say for the last 10 minutes, we want to bring you two so you can interact and bond with each other in a FRIENDLY and UNBLOODY way, where bruises and cries of agony and pain are NOT PRESENT. Now do I make myself clear or must I use force?”
Lucia quickly shook his head, making Haru shake his too in a painfully dizzy way; another reason why Lucia had loved leaving his hand on other people’s heads. Sadly, it didn’t keep the younger boy from objecting within the next ten minutes.
“But Uncle King! Aren’t our interactions and bonding enough?”
Fortunately for Uncle King, he was already well-educated when it comes to dealing with cheeky Glorys. He easily ignored the mocking question and shrugged, narrowing his eyes at Gale for raising a child like him. The message was clear: ‘You owe me one and a good #739.’ Gale just grinned at him and gave the thumbs-up. And so, the rest of the night was spent packing and scowling for the boys, not to mention the spouting of plenty and healthily colorful words from Lucia.
[xxx]
Scowling at the memory, Haru stepped on an innocently crossing snail, crushing it to death, trying to vent his anger on poor forest critters. Yet even this particular 16 year old boy had a fuse, and it sort of happens that when put together with a Leagrove, said fuse becomes shorter and quicker to explode.
“Damn bird shit-”
“Would you shut the fucking-fuck up, you piece of crap?!”
The two adults in front had stopped on their merry prancing and turned to look at the explosion. Haru was seething at Lucia, but the blonde stayed eerily calm and appeared unaffected. When it comes to Lucia, he’s very used to such shows of ‘affection’ and suppressed, unadulterated raw feelings. It something that he likes to witness, because honestly speaking-no matter how gay it sounds-Lucia is the only one who’s able to make the usually well-mannered silver-haired boy swear.
“About time, snot.” He returned with an even gaze, inexplicably calm and collected. The lack of smirks and grins did no justice either.
Fist clenching and unclenching, Haru quickly turned his back and trudged ahead, past the two older men and towards a hill. King and Gale just watched the retreating, shaking shoulders, and then switched their gaze to the calm emotionally-void Lucia. Sighing to themselves, the two followed Haru, leaving the blonde behind to catch up.
Lucia, who is now frowning at his younger counterpart’s hissy fits, just shrugged and continued on this cracked trek, donning his mask of a mocking satyr.
TBC
Fandom: Rave
Pairings: Lucia/Haru, King/Gale
Warning: Languages
Status: Work-in-Progress
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Mashima-sensei still does.
A/N: Plot bunnies attack when ye’re doing odd jobs, and this time, they attacked me two days ago when I was sweeping the dining room. Oh gawds. I was plagued and infected with this plot bunny that I couldn’t sweep it away with a broom. In the end, I have to write it down.
Summary: Haru and Lucia hate each other. King and Gale love each other. Then there’s the Glory-Leagrove Annual Family Soul Cleansing and Sin Redeeming Tradition thing they do. What else should the dads do to bring their kids closer?
Word Count: 1300
The More You Hate, The More You Love
Chapter 1: He's a Bitch
The forest trail was wet from the previous rain, and Haru grudgingly trudged through the muddy trail. Behind him, Lucia did the same, only with the addition of colorful words the silver-haired boy didn’t think existed. He also tried to ignore the blatant display of ‘friendship’ in front of him as Gale and King happily hopped from one rock to another. Yes, their fathers were very happy campers.
Huffing, Haru dodged another bird dropping… and earned another stream of colorful sentences. At least the blond boy is able to balance out the happy campers.
“Damn it, fucking son of a bitch! Just who in fucking Christ’s name created these mother fucking god damn winged creatures?!”
Ignoring the twitch of an eyebrow, Haru walked on ahead and left the swearing boy all by himself. Whose idea was it anyway to bring the two kids along on this cracked up camping trip their fathers frequently had?
[xxx]
“You’re whatting my what?!”
“We’re bringing you kids along.”
“You fucking can’t drag us into your gay trips!”
“Now, now, Lucy. This is an annual family ritual where we cleanse our souls and-”
“No. Nada. Dame. Absolutely fucking-”
“NO. I will not tolerate you and Uncle King attempting to take me on a camping trip with an uncouth barbarian like HIM.”
The entire conversation ended the moment Haru jabbed his finger in the air and pointed at Lucia while glaring at his father and King, who were sitting on the couch. Standing beside him, Lucia scoffed at the finger and poked the back of Haru’s head. “And who the fuck do you think-”
He was cut short though, when he felt sharp silver eyes stabbing him. He felt a chill sweep through his entire being. “Don’t you dare curse and use such blasphemous words in my presence, Lucia freaking Leagrove. One more dirty word from that dirty mouth and you’re out of this house.” Clinging to his shoulder, Plue ‘plue’d in agreement.
In front of them, King and Gale just sighed at their children. Nudging King in the side, Gale sent him the ‘You-Tell-Them’ look, which King answered with a ‘No-You-Do-It’. But Gale stayed strong and shot him a ‘I’ll-Treat-You-With-A-#739’.
No one knows what the look meant, but the moment King met those gleaming silver eyes, he stood up and began to do the job. The wonders of #739 indeed. If only it’d work with the two arguing boys... Gale would have been happy for the rest of his entire life.
“You’re the bigger brat between the two of us!”
“What the fuck are you blabbering, dopehead?!”
“I’m telling you, stop those profanities-”
“Then stop acting like a damn-”
“Boys! Boys! Calm down.” Two pairs of eyes, silver and gold, turned to glare at him. But King, being King and obviously used to such sights and treatments, ahem-ed and proceeded to explain, “Yesterday, Gale suggested bringing you two along on our annual traditional family ritual of soul cleansing and sin redeeming-”
“Bullshit, dad. You only make more sins on those freaking trips, having sex in a shitty forest when you damn well know you’re both fucking married and have a bitchy 16 year old kid, respectively.”
The rest of the three were left speechless. King tried to speak but closed his mouth, only to open it again, trying to find his voice. Beside him, Gale’s eyes quickly sought refuge behind his bangs from scathing golden eyes, while Haru just grimaced like he usually did whenever Lucia is being a barbaric, irresponsible and uncouth madman.
After a few minutes, King finally gained his voice and coughed, signaling for his son to shut up until he’s done talking. “Now, the reason why I agreed to such a proposal is because-..” In front of him, Lucia was trying to burn ten holes into his body with just a pair of golden eyes. Too bad for him, his father also has identical eyes to counter his own. Haru just flinched when Lucia’s phalanges bent, gripping the sofa so, so hard. “..-The two of you have always been biting at each other’s tails while trying to break a bone or leg or even ripping the other’s eye out!”
“Oh! Don’t forget the throwing of pets, jars and knives, Uncle King.”
But King only sighed at Haru’s cheekiness, watching as Lucia focused his attention on smacking the back of the other boy’s head. “Anyways, the sole reason of wanting you two to tag along is because-would you stop hitting the poor boy, you ungrateful god damn brat and just fucking listen to me?!”
Both boys were in awe, Lucia’s eyes uncharacteristically wide, staring at the elder blonde’s looming figure. No one knows better than Lucia to shut up when his father is doing that hands-on-the-hips pose while swearing like a housewife. Indeed, his father is even scarier than his mother. Even Gale was surprised at the unusual display of King’s temper. Gulping, Lucia nodded v-e-r-y slowly, though his hand didn’t stray from Haru’s head. Besides, he always wanted to be able to pull said boy’s hair without exerting much effort.
“Like what I was trying to say for the last 10 minutes, we want to bring you two so you can interact and bond with each other in a FRIENDLY and UNBLOODY way, where bruises and cries of agony and pain are NOT PRESENT. Now do I make myself clear or must I use force?”
Lucia quickly shook his head, making Haru shake his too in a painfully dizzy way; another reason why Lucia had loved leaving his hand on other people’s heads. Sadly, it didn’t keep the younger boy from objecting within the next ten minutes.
“But Uncle King! Aren’t our interactions and bonding enough?”
Fortunately for Uncle King, he was already well-educated when it comes to dealing with cheeky Glorys. He easily ignored the mocking question and shrugged, narrowing his eyes at Gale for raising a child like him. The message was clear: ‘You owe me one and a good #739.’ Gale just grinned at him and gave the thumbs-up. And so, the rest of the night was spent packing and scowling for the boys, not to mention the spouting of plenty and healthily colorful words from Lucia.
[xxx]
Scowling at the memory, Haru stepped on an innocently crossing snail, crushing it to death, trying to vent his anger on poor forest critters. Yet even this particular 16 year old boy had a fuse, and it sort of happens that when put together with a Leagrove, said fuse becomes shorter and quicker to explode.
“Damn bird shit-”
“Would you shut the fucking-fuck up, you piece of crap?!”
The two adults in front had stopped on their merry prancing and turned to look at the explosion. Haru was seething at Lucia, but the blonde stayed eerily calm and appeared unaffected. When it comes to Lucia, he’s very used to such shows of ‘affection’ and suppressed, unadulterated raw feelings. It something that he likes to witness, because honestly speaking-no matter how gay it sounds-Lucia is the only one who’s able to make the usually well-mannered silver-haired boy swear.
“About time, snot.” He returned with an even gaze, inexplicably calm and collected. The lack of smirks and grins did no justice either.
Fist clenching and unclenching, Haru quickly turned his back and trudged ahead, past the two older men and towards a hill. King and Gale just watched the retreating, shaking shoulders, and then switched their gaze to the calm emotionally-void Lucia. Sighing to themselves, the two followed Haru, leaving the blonde behind to catch up.
Lucia, who is now frowning at his younger counterpart’s hissy fits, just shrugged and continued on this cracked trek, donning his mask of a mocking satyr.
TBC