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I FINALLY TYPED THIS UP HALLELUJA XD

so happy new year i guess

chapter titles will be the lyrics to Klavier. well, the parts that fit.

and if anyone actually bothered looking up the song. the transtlations are horrible. they make no sense whatsoever.

anyway, enjoy and RATE AND REVIEW:)

x k

Chapter 2
Die Neugier wird zum Schrei
Was wohl dahinter sei

Curiosity becomes a scream (how the fuck do you translate that? TILL Y U NO MAKE SENSE?)
What would be behind

Mikey's patience is slowly coming to an end. He's drawing deep breaths, trying to calm down the sickening churning of his gut. He doesn't want to add to his brother's obvious distress, but this whole situation is creeping him out to no end. His skin is itching as if it's being invaded by an army of angry ants and his stomach is doing somersault after somersault. He's worried sick about his brother and he still doesn't know anything about Frank. Image after image of what could've possibly happened flashes before his eyes, each creating a different scenario, the only thing in common the sinisterness they all seem to contain. Mikey's a pessimist like that and Gerard isn't answering any of his questions, just staring at him with this vacant expression, his eyes devoid of all emotions.

Gerard looks right through him like Mikey isn't even there. He tries to uphold the poker face he's hiding behind but he can feel it slowly slip. He's slowly loosing control over his actions. Everything in him is screaming different things and he doesn't know for how much longer he can handle this. He wants things back the way they were before all this turmoil, but it just isn't possible. It's all his fault, he’s so stupid.

Mikey's cautiously watching his brother who's now furiously biting his nails, tearing at the sensitive flesh surrounding his fingers. He seems lost in his own head.

'Geraaaard!'

He draws out the last syllable, annoyance clearly evident in his voice.

Gerard's rarely seen his brother like this. Mikey's face is red and his normally calm, comforting eyes are narrowed to tiny slits, glaring at his brother with such intensity he automatically takes a step back, hunching his shoulders. The worst thing is that he knows it's his fault his brother's so worked up. But Gerard just doesn't want anyone invading his personal space right now. He'd rather deal with this alone. It hurts like hell, but he knows he deserves it. It's his own fault after all.

So he snaps, his beautiful features contorting into an angry grimace as he snarls at his younger sibling.

'Fuck off Mikey! This isn't any of your, mom's or anyone's fucking business, okay? I'm a grown man, I can handle this alone!'

Too late he realizes his mistake.

'Handle what?'

Mikey confirms he's realized his brother's slip up. He tilts his head slightly sideways, furrowing his brow, a quizzical look in his hazel orbs. He's cornered his brother with no escape and he's well aware of it. He can't let up now.

Gerard bows his head in shame, hiding behind his black tangled mess of a haircut. He's gnawing on his chapped lips to prevent any more words from slipping out.

'Stupid stupid stupid fucking idiot!' he screams in his head, intently staring at the wooden flooring beneath his feet, willing it to open up into a dark pit and swallow him.
But just his luck the ground stays firm and solid under his feet.

Eventually he mumbles a barely audible 'Nothing Mikes' before returning to the earlier rhythmic bouncing of his feet.

The floor is screeching every time his soles put pressure onto the ground. It's driving mikey insane. He doesn't know how to handle this, even after all these years of being Gerard's brother. This steady creaking is like a poison slowly infiltrating his mind, destroying every coherent train of thought.

'Don't you fucking bullshit me Gerard! Just...gah Jesus, open this goddamn door!' he screams, flailing his arms exasperatedly.

As soon as the words left his mouth he wants to regret them. He's never screamed at Gerard before, not purposefully. He's just too sensitive, such a delicate nature. He lets himself get hurt at the smallest things and Mikey's set himself to always be Gerard's protection. But he couldn't take the words back anyway. Maybe they'd make Gerard realize how serious this is.

Gerard doesn't budge. All of a sudden he seems frozen to the spot, his eyes dull and lifeless with only just a hint of something Mikey can't categorize.

And then it's gone.

Gerard's slowly lifting his hand. The lifeless look replaced by one of desperation and, oddly enough, determination. He lightly places his hand on the handle, then slides down to the lock.
With feathery touches he inserts a small slivery key.

He knows there's no backing down now. He turns around to his younger brother, making eye contact one last time.

He mouths a quiet but meaningful 'sorry'. Then he unlocks the door.

sorry it's kinda short

oh and i won't update unless i get some kind of feedback
i know it seems selfish, but i just want to know wether my work's appreciated or not:/
if you ever posted something on here you might know what i mean

xx k

ficwad's being a bitch again. if you'd spell it fickwad, it'd be german for fuckwad. but the pronounciation's the same. SUCK THAT STUPID FUCKING FUCKWAD