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The sun breaks through the heavy blinds, waking you up in that most un-cool way that the sun lights up the planet.You stretch pull on those awesome fingerless leather gloves that look so tough and stylish, and pull on a white shirt. Do you need to put your hat on; of course not you slept in that beautiful piece of headwear, strider style. Walking around the room you notice your collection of smuppets is getting a little low those poor bro’s just can’t seem to handle the speed of your fighting style like cal could… but hey that traitor was apparently like the lord of evil or something, so nothing gained nothing lost.
You enter the kitchen, Dave your little bro is sat on a comfy stool at the island. He’s Too comfy looking. you quickly throw a shuriken spinning towards him, you’ll teach him for being so comfy at home. he catches the shuriken with barely a glance at it and comments ‘ How you’re getting slow’ and then for further insult to the un-cool slur he adds ‘old man’. Man what’s with the dude; ever since he got time powers he’s been a real kill joy in the sparring arena, your home.
You sigh and put some toast on… no wait that was a, nope just toast. You have to get used to the fact that the other resident of the apartment, is actually pretty good at making sure the fridge is actually stocked with food. Even though you’re certain you put several booby traps in the fridge. But hey, anybody even remotely related to you should be awesome enough to get through a couple of your weakest booby traps. Looking in the fridge, you set up a small one inside a cluster of vegetables. You originally started weak, I mean she was just a girl but quickly you realised this girl could easily handle almost anything you threw at her.
That being said though her girlfriend. Damn that troll girl looked good… I mean you thought that making smuppet porn was hot but alas, woe is bro. The wiles of that troll were intoxicating, such skill at craft and design those fine curves and an air of coolness almost of an unbelievable level.
Your toast pops up and you spear it on the end of a katana resting to one side of the fridge, more signs your relatives didn’t appreciate the fine art of stacking a fridge full of beautiful anime katanas, you pull the toast off and begin spreading butter on it as a cry of rage reverberates around the apartment followed by the calming tones of someone untangling them. Someone obviously wasn’t paying attention to the hallway ‘net trap’ carpet. I mean the whole hall way is carpeted that trap extra carpet is the most obvious one in the whole house, one year old, Dave could have avoided it and he couldn’t even give a proper high five.
A few moments later Rose and a very flustered and frustrated Kanaya rolled into the kitchen. “That bloody net, it ruined my dress.” Kanaya groaned as she walked in “I did manage to get you out though.” Rose replied giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder. They walked up to the island and Rose carefully picked up the coffee percolator. You watch her as she does this, not because you put a trap on it but to psyche her into thinking you did… little dudes and dudettes are fun to mess with. Rose after finding no traps, pours herself and Kanaya a mug of coffee and Dave waves a cup in her direction without looking away from whatever he’s doing… such a cool kid… to indicate he wanted a refill. You chill out on your seat, slowly munching toast, when you notice something. Kanaya is glaring at you.
You aren’t sure what’s up. The chick got netted; everyone could deal with a good netting every now and then. Well save you, but that’s because you’re too fast to be caught by a simple net. You smile it off, real cool like and carry on munching toast like a boss. After breakfast finishes with the most interesting thing happening being Dave receiving a howling voicemail from Jade complaining how his Moirail had decided to tell her once again how he and she fit into his quadrants. You don’t get Jade’s deal; she’s dating your lil’ bro and she hates his moirail or something. So isn’t that just gravy, or something… you don’t know. Troll relationships make your brain glaze over, let alone your eyes.
That hate part does ping about in your decidedly occupied, by things cooler than it, brain till finally the key hits the lock and a small thought clicks open… that Kanaya chick might hate you. You think it over for less than a millisecond before coming to the rad conclusion. You’re to cool for hate, especially with a woman as hot as her.
Leaving the island, after packing stuff into the dishwasher, you do your average work out on the roof. Halfway through doing thrusts and lunges you notice a person has joined you. You flash step. Pickup the closest smuppet. The show begins. Till a chainsaw rips the poor guy in half. “ dang it that’s the forty first one in three days!” you cry out. The fight isn’t over but the fun parts, mostly over. Sighing you draw your katana. You are visible for three seconds. The chainsaw flashes down easily missing your no longer present form. Less than a second later the blade is pressed against the troll’s neck, flat of the blade in one hand to form a bar.
The head turns, that scathing look penetrates you. A small flame kindles. This lady just disturbed your session, sliced your smuppet bro and has the audacity to give you them eyes. Those eyes, without an inch of fear, bore through your awesome shades looking you directly in the eye. You release the blade; you have no interest in killing Rose’s matesprite, and sheath it carefully.
Stepping away she turns to you “why do you insist on being so childish.” It’s not a question more of a statement. You look at her and the flame gets a little hotter. “Child, I’m training my family to be strong. I thought your people used to believe in that too.” You reply, with a cool edge to the last statement. It hits home. “I uh. We…” she stops a look of disappointment covering her pretty face. The look quickly changes to one of outrage. She looks at you for a few seconds longer before snarling and storming off the roof. You stand there slightly stunned, unsure what had just happened but something in your gut felt promising.
Later that day you are uploading some of the raunchiest smuppet porn you’ve ever produced in your entire career… then again you do this every time you upload something, you’re just that awesome. Just as the upload bar fills to full, the power clicks off and all the lights go out. Your cool, you know the layout of the house better than the builders who built it. With prowess you get up from your stool, as you do a strange unfamiliar glow comes around your study door.
You wait as the glowing thing enters, the details are difficult to make out but it looks human or Troll. It takes you a second to recognise its Kanaya, strange light emanating off her grey skin. She smiles a cruel smile. You notice she’s holding something. A length of cable. Two and two make four. That’s the mains power cable. She cut the cable. She stopped your upload. She butted in on your practice. The flame burns brighter, this girl is testing your patience. You jump at her. An uncontrollable emotion running through you, not rage but something different, a sort of hate.