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Elemental, My Dear... "UGH!" A frustrated noise, followed by the glassy thunk of someone banging their head on the computer monitor. "Damnit Damnit Damnit- not AGAIN!!" A pale hand ruffled Rowen's hair soothingly. "What? What is wrong?" "They did it AGAIN!" Rowen moaned, casting drama-queen turquoise eyes mournfully at Sage. He grabbed the monitor with both hands, as though trying to look it in the eye and reason with it. "Mink Mink Mink how couldya DO this ta me? Haven't I been a good little bishonen?" he sniffed for added emphasis, playing it to the hilt. sage smiled at the dramatics, knowing Rowen wasn't REALLY upset. "Let me guess..." His eyes flicked to the familiar kanji-laden wallpaper on the internet browser. "Mink luv hopped the 'Rowen's dad was a drunk bastard' bandwagon." Rowen made a whimper in the back of his throat, too caught up in his 'performance' to notice Sage's eyebrow twitch. the sound was uncomfortably similar to ones he made on other, more.. intimate occasions. "With PORNO mags." Sage managed a sympathetic wince. They'd all gone through the same sort of situation, and they all laughed it off. It was part of the fun. Rowen liked to make a big deal about how he always got the worst flack, a point hotly argued with Kento. "Weh do they GET this stuff?" Rowen rested his head on folded arms, sighing heavily. Sage actually wondered for a second if this really bothered him. Nahhh.... "I can't imagine where," Sage drawled, smirking wryly. He twisted a strand of cobalt hair around one pale finger. "Do I have 'abused brat' tattooed on my ass or somethin'?" "I don't know, would you like me to check?" "Latah." Rowen winked. "Fa now I'm jus' glad m'dad don' read this." A delicate snort of disdain came from the coffee table, where Sai was artfully arranging fresh tulips in a cut crystal vase. "Oh do be realistic, Rowen." He frowned at one blossom that was not just so, and removed it from the assortment. "if it's not in some arcane scientific journal your father doesn't read it, and you know for a fact that the only television he watches is 'Beakman's World.' He's on his own little planet, and if he didn't blow up his own lab on a weekly basis I do believe he'd live there." "Point. but that still doesn't explain WHERE this stuff all got started." "Americans," Kento commented, who had apparently been listening to the whole conversation instead of innocently engrossed in Speed Racer on the playstation, as he appeared to be. "What do AMERICANS have to do with this, Kento?" Sage arched a gold brow eloquently. Kento shrugged nonchalantly. "everything. Most of the fic is written by Brits or Americans, with the odd exception or two, and most of them have Batman Syndrome when it comes to their superheroes." "Batman syndrome?" Sai frowned slightly at his beloved. "Kento just what the bloody HELL are you talking about?" "Angst." Kento returned evenly. He'd been thinking this theory out for a while. "It's this thing Americans have with their superheroes. The angst makes the Superhero, not the hero by being a hero creates angst. They have their equation backwards." "I do believe you've been hanging around Rowen a bit much, luv." "Just hear me out, Sai. Okay, look. Batman's childhood. Parents murdered before his eyes, Superman's entire planet got blown up, and if I even BEGIN to go into the X-Men I'll be here all week. But give me something really horrible that happened to oh, Say, Speed Racer. Or Rick Hunter, BEFORE they became heroes... Any Japanese hero that isn't made to be a tragically flawed person." "My god," Rowen breathed. "I think he's right." "So since AMERICANS write the fic, they put their own twist on the backgrounds." Sai snapped his fingers. "So Kento's got dyslexia (among other things), Rowen gets beat up, Sage is an ice cube, Ryou's parents both died horribly and his grandma that raised him is COMPLETELY out of the picture, and I'm an apron stringed mama's boy." "You ARE a mama's boy," Kento grinned. Sage blinked, then shook his head. "Hen amerikanjin da." "Kento, sometimes ya amaze me." Rowen snapped his gum habitually, in fact, a habit he had picked up since reading Mink's fic. "Yeah, me too." Kento grinned and went back to his game. Rowen frowned thoughtfully at his own image staring back at him from Mink's webpage. "Humm." "If it still bothers you," Sage leaned over and kissed the top of Rowen's ear. "Then I suggest you write something yourself." Rowen blinked as his lover smiled softly in intent, and walked towards the stairs. Rowen chewed his lip thoughtfully, and then opened a new file on the computer. Sage. He's always had that LOOK, ya know? like he could peel off ya skin with those violet eyes ta see whatcha got underneath. I guess I fell in love with him pretty fast- it's hard not to be impressed by somebody who gives their intros while hurtling off the top of a fifteen story building... head down. He seems like he's always known just who he is, even though by now we know each other's insecurities pretty well and that's just a front. At the time, tho, He seemed like the only one who knew what was goin' on. I think he got frustrated coz the rest of us weh jus kinda wingin' it. I knew I was, from day one, the first time that little glow-in-the-dark mystical Cracker-Jacks prize first decided to sparkle into my life..... ...tbc by Tenshi no Korin
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