Blood and Brains

~~~Chapter Two~~~

(Maybe) Green eyes cracked open, staring in- an upwards direction? It just didn't seem normal, and... And he hurt all over. "Owwwww." Jhonen whined, attempting at pushing himself up, but only succeeded in falling backwards again. Oooh, so the plane was on a slant, that must mean... They crashed. And of course, only Jhonen Vasquez would be pretty okay with that, only wondering if the stupid little kid died, and that scary flight attendent...

So after a good long time, the man somehow got up and to the door. And- and it was all messed up!? Oh right, they crashed... He nearly forgot. Hehe, and then came the hysterical laughter, followed by him destroying anything he could get his hands on, or hit. Just all the toilet paper, mirror, everything and anything really that was easy to break. Unfortunatly the door didn't fit into the catagory...

Speaking of the door, while Jhonen was busy smashing his fists into the mini-mirror, he had failed to notice the blade slowly cutting through the door. Already stained with blood, and fresh with newly spilt, it left a rather pretty mark- that Jhonen didn't notice /again/. That is, untill said blade was pressed up against his back, causing him to still his rampage on defenseless rolls of tissue.

...Stupid toilet paper that wasn't even three-ply...

"My name is Johnny, but my friends- if I had any, would call me Nny." Came a rather dull whisper, right near his left ear. Something that sounded new, and yet so familer in his mind. "Hi Nny, I'm Jhonen..." The man's reply was followed by a sigh, and the blade seemed to have moved away- slightly. Exactly how many people had tried to attack him? For money, to be his friend, get married...

"Jhonen?" The voice seemed surprised, and quite frankly- he could care less. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here, and, and his laptop was probably destroyed... "SKIIITTTLES!!" The man called out suddenly, whining quite pitifully and the body behind him seemed to have moved away completely. Being insane often did that to people, except that one girl...

Turning around, the older nearly did a double-take at what- or more so 'who', was standing before him.

Johnny, this Johnny was /his/ Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. And- and-... "What's that face for?"

"What face? This is my face, I need it so people won't run away screaming... As much." But of course, Jhonen didn't fall for that it was the ''What-the-fuck' face, and it was slowly starting to bother him. "Riight." Muttering, he brushed past with ease to get out of the now, very much destroyed bathroom. Odd, it was more destroyed because of /himself/ then when the plane hit the ground. And... no one was there, no dead bodies, barely any blood...

That was weird, he thought idly while climbing over the fallen luggage and rows of seats untill he found the open door. Leaving Nny behind. "Where the fuck are you going!?" Came the voice again, only now hinted as anger as he looked back towards the thin teenager. The way Jhonny moved past everything looked like he was really just walking on the sidewalk, not through a crashed airplane. "You do realize you arn't in colour anymore right?"

"What?"

"You're black and white."

"No I'm not."...'No I'm not.'

"Yes you are."...'Yes he is.'

"No, no I'm not."

"Yes, yes you are."

"I'm not."...'I'm not!'

"You are!"...'He is!'

"SKITTLES!"

Blinking, Nny could do nothing but stare for the first few moments. That was... /Completely/ unrelated to what they were talking about. And, what were 'Skittles'? "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Moving over, he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. Staring straight into- the glasses. Okay, first you have to /tear/ away the glasses to give a proper glare.

"...I'm going to make you eat doughtnuts."

"B-But I like Churros..." Came another pitiful whine, before there was a sudden tug and he was being dragged away by Nny. Wow, what a 'great' day this was turning out to be. Evil child and a creepy girl, locked in a bathroom and a plane crash. And now he was going to have to eat doughnuts. THE HORROR. And who's fault was this? ...Maybe it was his, for trusting more idiotic people with his life, which turned to be a big mistake.

Eventually, after somehow managing to get back on his feet to /walk/ with Nny. Jhonen found themselves at a doughtnut shop, 'Grandad's Donuts'. Just the name brought a shiver through his spine, because, doughtnuts were INSIDE the house of evil. "Oh please god don't take me-"

"There is no god." Jhonny interupted almost rudely, and yet, not. "God is just a fat bastard who doesn't care about the world. I should know, I went to see him." And with the way he said it, it sounded like it was the most logical thing in the world, even infants knew about it. Now as Jhonen pondered about that, he was unknowingly dragged inside the small shop.

And it was actually, a pretty sad sight. Seeing as only /one/ living person was there, and not even have touched their doughnuts. Wearing all black and writing something on a peice of paper that looked suspiciously like emo poems.

"I want one of every kind." The countergirl seemed rather- bored, annoyed, /annoying/. Before replying with a quick 'whatever' and walked away to fetch the HORRIBLE baked, round filth. Because really, there had to be a reason why there were holes going through them. They tried shooting themselves for being horrible doughnuts.

It seemed to take forever, at least to Jhonen as they had to wait. His only interest in the room was whatever the girl was drawing/writing, which seemed nice and dark. Dark, this world was a little peice of heaven from the real world was, nice. He might as well fall asleep, this was taking /so/ long and Johnny- Johnny was gone? Maybe he could sneak away now, but... He really didn't want to.

So instead, pulling himself up to sit on the counter was a better option. Because really only five minutes later did the teen return, with... a blood covered box of doughnuts. It really wasn't that hard to figure out what happened, just how on earth did he get it to be so silent? Only god- who didn't exist- knew. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

--LATER, AT 777-

Neither could really stop laughing as they entered the house, because scaring Squee was so much fun. But maybe setting his parents on fire was going a little /too/ far, but really, who cares? Obviously not Nny, as he went on about how the child deserved better, and it was about time the parents died for ignoring him. The moment was almost relaxed, untill the one talking stopped, whipped around and threw a rope around him.

...Whee, being tied up, again. The traumatizing moments from fangirls suddenly reappeared. "Did you murder the flight attendent?"

"Yes. She wouldn't stop screaming though. Or laughing, it was hard to tell." Jhonen couldn't help but snicker, despite how he was being dragged from the hallway to a different room. Thrown into the chair wasn't fun though, only to be followed by getting tied to it.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Dark eyes slid closed, lips moving in a silent count to seven before they reopened. "...No, not yet at least." Stepping forward, Nny dipped his hand into the box, scooping up just a plain doughnut- before standing just in front of the man. "What's so horrible about them, anyway?" From his height advantage, the younger had to kneel over slightly. Delicatly pressing the pastry against Jhonen's lips, despite how the other refused to open them.

"Take a bite, or I'll make you."

"No." Was the cold reply, Jhonen's eyes glaring up from below glasses. Even the crumbs tasted horrid already, so there was no way he would eat the whole doughnut. Though, it wasn't really his choice as an unknown blade struck into his arm, slowly sinking into the flesh. Such an action earned a small cry from the man's throat, only to have the sound blocked by the pastry he was trying to advoid in the first place.

So now having no choice he had to bite into it, or risk choking to death. ...Which he could have anyway, there was a DOUGHNUT in his mouth! So he had to choke it down and cough afterward, obviously amusing Nny.

"So, how did it taste?"

"Fucking disgusting."

Blinking once, the teen looked between Jhonen and the doughnut, before taking a bite himself. "I think it tastes... fine." The small grin that had settled on Nny's face soon turned into a smile. Not one of those, nice, smiles either. A crazy, homicidal maniac smile that just fit the boy so perfectly. ...Duh, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.

"|t's so... Jhonen flavoured."

The man's eyes widened slightly at the statement, obviously surprised even as the rarest tint of irdescence crept into his cheeks. "What... what!?" Jhonen demanded suddenly, raising his voice in attempt to regain himself somewhat. How unfortunate whatever was left of his dignity had been removed in seconds, when the teenager had briefly pressed his lips to his own.

Naturally, it left him speechless- his /character/ just did that...

"It's better then blood."

Nny murmured quietly, tossing the pastry to the side and re-claiming the others lips. Strangely this time, the older one reacted and returned the clumsy, non-kiss kiss. It was just for the flavour afterall, wasn't it? When ropes had been unknowingly cut, releasing his hands to take a hold of thinner arms.

Closer. Closer. The teenager was now in his lap, long legs straddling his own as they pressed closer to eachother.

'Better then blood...' Johnny was starved, trying to claim as much of the taste that his 'creator' had as he could, wanting it, needing it. As stupid and terrofying as it was to be pressed against another being like this, in such a disgusting and animalistic way.

He couldn't help but feel addicted to it. Arms sliding over firm shoulders, around the slim neck. The kiss was deepened as they were held flush against the others body, pants and gasps just barely escaping for a split second.


"Mm, ah..." The chair creaked as bodies shifted, finding more comfort before suddenly-- They were falling. Falling backwards and painfully smashing into a cold floor. Jhonen had to take the most of it; much to his annoyance. And the trance was broken. Sanity returning, seeping slowly into the backs of there minds and reminded them harshly of the situation they were in.

"Fuck."
The forbidden polychromisa was now on Nny's face, forcing him to look the other way in shame. Before pulling himself up steadly, refusing to look anywhere towards the man.

"Yeah. Fuck."

--End Chapter two--

~Snikers~ Okay, so Purple just wrote the snoggie scence and she forgot that it was in a black and white setting, so I had to fix it. And when I used my fantastical brain to find other words for the word colour, I used the most insane, hardly used words for it I could remember, and when I showed her she was all:

Pur: ~blinks~
Me: What?
Pur: Noting, it's just that...Well, do you want the readers to feal stupid?
Me: Well that's what I was aiming for...
Pur: I hope they beat you with giant dustmites the size of pillows.
Me: Thanks...

Anywas, it was very funny. And I'm sorry, my mildy dim american chums, but you are a bit on te loony side. But don't worry, we, your sister country, Canadia(Don't ask) will make sure our older siblings get humiliated. It's what we youngsters do. No affence.