Fanfic - A Familiar Face
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mindcrackloveNow for part two - it might be my favorite, I think.
Summary: They meet each other again, though they've grown since the first encounter. Second in a series of threeshots.
The second time they meet is almost exactly a year later. He should know, he's been counting the days.
It used to be a weekly habit, but it soon became daily. Walking the same path in ritual from when the light streaks of sunrise rise over the horizon to the moderate heat of midday, lost in thought and without a care in the world.
No one bothers him out here for once. Not like when he waited endlessly on the stoop before his house, watching the neighborhood kids play and half-heartedly wishing he could join in.
It's become more routine now than anything. He's lost hope by now that the boy he met on that day (if it wasn't some sad delusion) will ever return. At least, he thought he lost hope, until one morning as he strolls along, he walks into something.
Zisteau jumps and takes a step back, nearly tripping over the uneven ground beneath his feet. A glove grabs one hoof at the last moment and keeps him from falling to the pavement. He blinks a few times until he can register the sight before him.
It's the boy he met once upon a year ago. It's not surprising that, for the most part, he is the same as the pig remembers, though he's grown a few inches and everything that was once too large seems to fit him much better than before. He replaced the old glasses with thick green goggles that mask most of his expression, too. Zisteau assumes that he's happy, though, as he's grinning wildly.
Not quite the same grin the boy used to have. It's steadier, kinder, and definitively more cheerful.
"Good to see you again." Vechs says after a moment and releases the pigman's hoof.
"Likewise." Zisteau immediately feels comfortable around his new friend - friend? Is that the right word? They've only spoken once before, but they talk now as if they've known each other forever. "Gonna introduce yourself this time?"
He shakes his head. "That'd ruin the mystery."
Zisteau tries to frown, even playfully, but finds that he can't remove the smile from his face. He settles for sarcasm instead. "Oh how you vex me so."
It's subtle, but the boy's smile grows slightly wider at the statement. "Glad to hear it. You been doing well?"
"More or less. You?"
"We moved. No more Island Hopping with the other pigmen. My parents are now the odd ones out on the east side of the city, but they don't seem to mind."
"Lucky." The pigman scuffs his foot across the ground and sends a puff of dirt into the crowd of busy passersby.
"You could always convince your parents-"
"They won't go for it." Zisteau is quick to cut off the seed of conversation. "My mother runs a florists shop, and her flowers need a lot of light. My father writes novels."
"That's boring." He scrunches up his face for a brief moment. "You should stop by some time, then. I'm sure my parents'd like to meet you." He poked the pigman in the chest. "Put some meat on those bones."
"Not my fault all we have to eat is watermelon. I hate watermelon."
"Here, then." Vechs tosses him a sudden slab of meat with a casual flick of the wrist. Zisteau stares at it in amazement for a long moment. "It's not much, but I'm not a huge fan of... pork..."
The porkchop is gone faster than Vechs was aware it could be eaten. The pigman gives a sheepish grin and Vechs rolls his eyes under his goggles.
"What's with the goggles?" The topic change is sudden, but it's better than an another awkward silence.
"Ah, after a few too many explosions, my old glasses broke." He adjusts them with one hand. "So my parents bought me a new pair for my birthday."
The conversation ends quickly, and this time its the pigman that disappears without a word. Vechs stares where he'd been a moment before, almost surprised that his friend would leave so abrubtly. He shakes his head, then turns and sets back off for home.
---
The two boys threw Zisteau roughly to the ground of the alley, dusting themselves off in disgust as soon as they released him.
"Thought you might fit in for once, eh, pigface?" The eldest boy sneers. "Not while we're around. Pigfaces need to stick to their own kind."
Zisteau reclines tiredly on one hoof in a brief attempt at pulling back to his feet. The younger boy knocks his arm away and he falls back into the dirt.
"Oh, no." He shakes his head with a grin. "You're not leaving here until you learn a lesson."
The pig does not react like they'd expected, instead unmoving and silent. The elder bends down beside him. "Didn't you hear me, pigface?"
Zisteau reaches out suddenly with one hoof and grabs him by the collar. He jumped to his feet in one smooth motion. Despite his tone, his expression isn't one of anger, merely boredom. "I'm sick of putting up with you all."
They stay, locked in eye contact for a moment. When nothing happens, both boys seem to think that the pigman's chickened out at the last-second.
Zisteau delivers a swift right hood, knocking the boy back into the alley wall. The elder coughs a few time, and the younger boy is quick to come to his side with some hopeless excuse. "If they hear about this, they'll kick you out! They already didn't trust you, this is the end of the line for the pigface!"
Zisteau doesn't change his expression. "Good for you then. I'm tired of this place. I'm outta here."
He leaves the alley at a leisurely pace, the two boys left behind. They stare after him in amazement and he doesn't look back.
Summary: They meet each other again, though they've grown since the first encounter. Second in a series of threeshots.
The second time they meet is almost exactly a year later. He should know, he's been counting the days.
It used to be a weekly habit, but it soon became daily. Walking the same path in ritual from when the light streaks of sunrise rise over the horizon to the moderate heat of midday, lost in thought and without a care in the world.
No one bothers him out here for once. Not like when he waited endlessly on the stoop before his house, watching the neighborhood kids play and half-heartedly wishing he could join in.
It's become more routine now than anything. He's lost hope by now that the boy he met on that day (if it wasn't some sad delusion) will ever return. At least, he thought he lost hope, until one morning as he strolls along, he walks into something.
Zisteau jumps and takes a step back, nearly tripping over the uneven ground beneath his feet. A glove grabs one hoof at the last moment and keeps him from falling to the pavement. He blinks a few times until he can register the sight before him.
It's the boy he met once upon a year ago. It's not surprising that, for the most part, he is the same as the pig remembers, though he's grown a few inches and everything that was once too large seems to fit him much better than before. He replaced the old glasses with thick green goggles that mask most of his expression, too. Zisteau assumes that he's happy, though, as he's grinning wildly.
Not quite the same grin the boy used to have. It's steadier, kinder, and definitively more cheerful.
"Good to see you again." Vechs says after a moment and releases the pigman's hoof.
"Likewise." Zisteau immediately feels comfortable around his new friend - friend? Is that the right word? They've only spoken once before, but they talk now as if they've known each other forever. "Gonna introduce yourself this time?"
He shakes his head. "That'd ruin the mystery."
Zisteau tries to frown, even playfully, but finds that he can't remove the smile from his face. He settles for sarcasm instead. "Oh how you vex me so."
It's subtle, but the boy's smile grows slightly wider at the statement. "Glad to hear it. You been doing well?"
"More or less. You?"
"We moved. No more Island Hopping with the other pigmen. My parents are now the odd ones out on the east side of the city, but they don't seem to mind."
"Lucky." The pigman scuffs his foot across the ground and sends a puff of dirt into the crowd of busy passersby.
"You could always convince your parents-"
"They won't go for it." Zisteau is quick to cut off the seed of conversation. "My mother runs a florists shop, and her flowers need a lot of light. My father writes novels."
"That's boring." He scrunches up his face for a brief moment. "You should stop by some time, then. I'm sure my parents'd like to meet you." He poked the pigman in the chest. "Put some meat on those bones."
"Not my fault all we have to eat is watermelon. I hate watermelon."
"Here, then." Vechs tosses him a sudden slab of meat with a casual flick of the wrist. Zisteau stares at it in amazement for a long moment. "It's not much, but I'm not a huge fan of... pork..."
The porkchop is gone faster than Vechs was aware it could be eaten. The pigman gives a sheepish grin and Vechs rolls his eyes under his goggles.
"What's with the goggles?" The topic change is sudden, but it's better than an another awkward silence.
"Ah, after a few too many explosions, my old glasses broke." He adjusts them with one hand. "So my parents bought me a new pair for my birthday."
The conversation ends quickly, and this time its the pigman that disappears without a word. Vechs stares where he'd been a moment before, almost surprised that his friend would leave so abrubtly. He shakes his head, then turns and sets back off for home.
---
The two boys threw Zisteau roughly to the ground of the alley, dusting themselves off in disgust as soon as they released him.
"Thought you might fit in for once, eh, pigface?" The eldest boy sneers. "Not while we're around. Pigfaces need to stick to their own kind."
Zisteau reclines tiredly on one hoof in a brief attempt at pulling back to his feet. The younger boy knocks his arm away and he falls back into the dirt.
"Oh, no." He shakes his head with a grin. "You're not leaving here until you learn a lesson."
The pig does not react like they'd expected, instead unmoving and silent. The elder bends down beside him. "Didn't you hear me, pigface?"
Zisteau reaches out suddenly with one hoof and grabs him by the collar. He jumped to his feet in one smooth motion. Despite his tone, his expression isn't one of anger, merely boredom. "I'm sick of putting up with you all."
They stay, locked in eye contact for a moment. When nothing happens, both boys seem to think that the pigman's chickened out at the last-second.
Zisteau delivers a swift right hood, knocking the boy back into the alley wall. The elder coughs a few time, and the younger boy is quick to come to his side with some hopeless excuse. "If they hear about this, they'll kick you out! They already didn't trust you, this is the end of the line for the pigface!"
Zisteau doesn't change his expression. "Good for you then. I'm tired of this place. I'm outta here."
He leaves the alley at a leisurely pace, the two boys left behind. They stare after him in amazement and he doesn't look back.
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Date: Saturday, August 10th, 2013 02:29 am (UTC)Go Zisteau, stand up to the bullies!
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Date: Saturday, August 10th, 2013 02:47 am (UTC)why am i not surprised that vechs blew up his glasses?
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Date: Saturday, August 10th, 2013 03:20 am (UTC)Just... Accidental puns for the win, Zisteau! Vechs actually did a really good job NOT bursting into laughter there, I know I would've practically died on the floor from the pun!
-The ramblings of an Anonymous
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Date: Saturday, August 10th, 2013 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, August 10th, 2013 07:23 pm (UTC)