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I CAN BE YOUR HERO BAY-BAY

Who: Gilbert Nightray and Kyle Rayner
What: Gil needs Kyle :'(
When: Right now. Well... 11pm, Mach 4th?
Where: Outside.
Rating: Idk... PG?

Usually, when Kyle had free time on his hands, he'd either paint or ... snack on fatty foods and watch old crappy movies. Sometimes he would pay the gym a visit or go for a walk; how he maintained the body of a Greek God (okay, that's an exaggeration, but he's pretty close) was beyond anyone.

Tonight was one of those nights where Kyle had a particular craving for fresh air. So there he was, stepping out into the chilly night, dressed in a thin jacket and a pair of jeans. Of course, being too hip for rain boots or anything of that nature, his shoes of choice were inappropriate for the cold and wet weather, as well.

Once his foot sunk into the slush of the half-melted snow, Kyle realized that --

"I should have worn socks."

Shrugging, he decided to endure the gradual numbing of his toes and continue his walk.

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Nowadays without Oz in the castle, Gil was never short on free time. It was rather foreign to him, honestly; having nothing to do other than walk around the castle or listen in on the journals but even that had become boring.

Deciding to quit smoking was a terrible decision, he told himself. Terrible. He was already in a cranky position with Oz being gone and feeling completely powerless when it came to Vincent and Ada, and now “quitting” cigarettes was only making him feel crankier.

And to make his night more irritating, he had found the shooting range was closed.

The only thing he thought he could do now was to head back to his room and try to sleep. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled back towards the castle.

Edited 2010-03-05 07:46 (UTC)

Looking across the field, Kyle inwardly cringed at the amount of dirty sludge covering the surrounding area. Subconsciously, he lifted his leg higher with each step, as if that would stop the freezing water from flooding his shoes.

He squinted into the distance and noticed a figure emerging from the forest. He paid no mind to it, because the chances of him knowing the said figure weren't very high.

As he neared, he noticed the straggly hair and realized that he did know the person.

"Gil?" A grin spread across his face. "Hey! Long time no see."

Edited 2010-03-05 21:39 (UTC)

Kyle's voice made Gil look up and his expression relaxed, before becoming a little surprised. It was getting late and to see Kyle out was strange– after all wouldn't he be with Donna?

Why was he even thinking–

“Kyle?”

"It's K-man to you," he halfheartedly joked, gentle. He remembered the look Gil had given him when Oz had left and wondered if he was feeling better. As his friend, he wanted to help him, but at the same time, he felt as though he didn't have the right. It wasn't as if they were that particularly close, but he would have liked to be. He missed having male friends, ones that he could relate to.

Floating into the air a bit, he shook his feet again, careful not to splash Gil. "Out for a walk?"

Gil made sure to keep his feet away from splashing Kyle as well. He took out his carton of cigarettes but halted almost immediately, staring at the package before putting them back into his coat pocket.

"Yeah, thought the shooting range was still open." He shrugged and moved past Kyle.

Kyle was too perceptive-- it made Gil feel uncomfortable. Plus, whatever he was feeling right now wasn't even Kyle's problem, it was Gil's burden alone. It would be childish to talk to whine to the other male.

Also shrugging, Kyle leaned back, still floating, and followed Gil, picking up the pace so that he may be facing him as they headed toward the castle. The carton of cigarettes had caught his eye, but he figured that he'd be respectful of Gil's privacy and not pester him about the dirty habit. Kyle always kept out of the business of his male friends; unless they were deeply troubled, Kyle usually kept out of their hair, as they kept out of his.

"You wanted target practice?" he inquired, half-interested.

His eyes darted down to Gil's feet, making a face at the wet, crunching sounds Gil made with every step he took. Weren't his feet cold?

He was half-expecting Kyle to follow him but he refrained from making any remarks and continued back towards the castle.

He didn't turn his head but nodded, "I heard the shooting range was the best place for it." He also figured it would allow him access to some privacy for the time being to clear his head. "My loss made it harder to fire with perfect precision."

"Hey," he commented, pointing over Gilbert's shoulder, "what the hell is that?"

He narrowed his eyes, curling his lip in what looked like disgust.

He tensed slightly and looked over at Kyle.

"What is it?

And just as Gil looks at Kyle, a pair of green talons gripped at Gil's shoulders, lifting him up into the air. Kyle laughed and followed after, ducking underneath the bird, turning on his back so that Gil could look down on him.

"Works every time!"

He struggled almost immediately and scowled down at Kyle.

"Put me down right now!" he demanded from above and continued trying to fight off whatever it was Kyle had created. He pulled out his gun and tried to get a firm grip on the handle to fire at the bird's leg.

The bird was made out of solid light, so when the bullet made contact with one of the legs, it gave in and crumbled. Before Gil could do any further damage, Kyle panicked, willing the bird to disappear as he reached up to catch Gil.

"Okay, okay! I'll let you down. Don't shoot my legs off." There was a friendliness in his tone, an attempt to comfort Gil.

Slowly, he lowered into the forest, which wasn't too deep in.

When they were close enough to the ground, Gil jumped out from Kyle's arms and landed on his two feet, his fists balled and his face red with irritation. He turned away, trying not to look at Kyle so he could resist the urge to punch him in the face. Why was he always like this? Why couldn't anyone ever act normal around Gil?

"I don't want to play your games, Kyle!" he shouted, stuffing the gun back into its holster.

He turned around and with his left hand, gripped his forearm and grit his teeth. "Why do you always do this?"

Kyle folded his hands together, behind him, bowing his head apologetically. Sometimes he felt as though he pushed Gil too much, but he couldn't help it; Gil was such an awkward, distant person, and getting reactions out of him made Kyle feel closer to him, as a friend. Guilt-ridden, he meekly looked up as Gil grabbed his arm, more amused than intimidated.

"I don't know. It's gotta be the look on your face when I surprise you. And you probably would have said no if I asked you to come out here with me," he explained, shrugging his shoulders sheepishly. "It's harder to take your mind off of things when you're by yourself, you know."

He tucked in his chin a bit so that his head was slightly bowed again, but it wasn't a submissive gesture. Green eyes rolled up to stare at Gil, regarding him for a moment before continuing. His lips tugged up into the most charming smile he could muster. "I'm sorry, buddy."

Because there had never been many people who treated Gil like a friend (even his own adoptive brothers were the least of family to him growing up), someone like Kyle who was so direct and laid back was too alien to him. Could someone be so easy going like that?

"It's annoying."

He looked at Kyle, his golden eyes meeting with green ones. He stuffed his hands back into his coat and started towards the edge of the forest. "I don't get you or Donna."

Kyle almost pouted, genuinely disappointed, but feigned sadness in his voice.

"You're not staying?" He stood where he was, lifting his hand to rub at the back of his neck. His eyes drifted from Gil, to the ground. "We're so different."

As if that wasn't obvious.

Taking the bait easily, Gil was halted in his tracks and looked down at the slush. The words of Break and Elliot ran through his his head as he stared at his dirtied reflection in the puddle.

He couldn't make the same mistake with Kyle.

"We are... maybe it's better this way." Gil really was a selfish brat. Had he changed in ten years?

I haven't changed at all.

"Are you... are you breaking up with me?" He was teasing, but there was fondness to his words. He hoped his message reached Gil, that he thought that what he had said had been a bit melodramatic.

He turned around and threw Kyle an unimpressed look.

He shot a smile over at Gil, almost grinning. "Stay."

Gil couldn't hold his scowling in. He gripped the insides of his pockets and shook his head, as if to say Kyle was confusing him. Everyone in Paradisa did. Allen, Morgana, Lenalee... even Alice-- they made him out to be some sort of kind, gentle person they could trust. But this was merely a false perception... Elliot was right about Gil; he was selfish and cowardly. He only paid attention to those when it was a convenience for him.

So why was it Kyle was always--

"Don't you hate me?"

"Yeah, because you broke up with me." Those words left his mouth before he could think about them. After a moment, Kyle slipped his hands into his pockets, spreading his arms while taking the sides of the jacket with them.

"I don't hate you, Gil. I have no reason to hate you. We're different, but that isn't a bad thing. I figured it was a matter of getting to know each other more in order to ... understand." He began approaching Gil, but slowly, as to not scare the other off. "I think you're a weird guy. Don't get me wrong, you're a good man, but you're also a man from a completely different world."

Kyle didn't normally strive for a friendship with another male, but in Paradisa, he didn't have many male friends, considering most of them were either quiet and wrapped up in their own lives. That was the category that Gil fell into; 'wrapped up in his own life'. Gil may have been a male... but he also had the tragic quality that Kyle found... attractive, something that drew him to another person. This man held a lot of pain that he hid from the world, including Kyle, and that gave Kyle incentive to save him, ... or at least let him know that he'd be there for him as a friend if he ever needed help or a shoulder to lean on.

After a second thought, Kyle added on with skepticism in his tone, "am I supposed to hate you?"

Again, with those silly comments. At first Gil just glared and walked a few more feet up ahead before leaning against a tree. He looked up at Kyle and suddenly, he envied the other man. Envied how Kyle was carefree and happy with what he had despite his responsibility as a-- what was it?-- Green Lantern.

Gil himself hadn't been for fostering friendships with anyone-- but as he listened to Kyle's words he realized the sincerity in them and that he was putting in an effort. Gil's left hand tightened and he tore his gaze off Kyle's face.

"I don't know what you see in me. What you think of me as." He mumbled, "Even women who claimed interest in me were only out to inherit the Nightray name and wealth."

Nobody outside of the Vessalius and Nightray showed the sort of interest Kyle did.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did. My own brother..." he trailed off.

"Is this when I'm supposed to boost your ego? I feel awkward complimenting my friends when I'm supposed to be making fun of them..." He ran his fingers through his hair, glancing up at the night sky. "I don't want your money or your name, trust me. I guess I just want to be friends. Is that so hard to believe?"

His eyes flickered back to Gil, and he quieted his voice. "I guess it is. I don't know who your brother is, but I'm not him. I don't hate you, man."

"But what is it about me that makes you want to be my-- friend..." his voice cracked a little saying that last word.

So embarrassing... He glanced at Kyle for a short moment and turned his cheek the other way once more.

"Gil..." And Kyle began to close the distance between them.

It took him a second to discover Kyle was closer to him than he was before and in his personal space. Immediately throwing his hands up defensively, Gil backed away trying to increase the distance once more.

"Kyle?"

Just as Gil threw up his hands, Kyle did as well, eyes widening as he hook his head, as if to say he meant no harm.

"No, dude. Relax. You're going to make me nervous, too." He continued forward, dropping his arms a bit --

And Gil had found himself backed against a tree.

"...Kyle..."

Kyle hesitated just as he reached his goal. Gil's overreaction made it... quite awkward.

But Kyle hugged him anyway.

There was various thoughts swimming in Gil's head while Kyle continued to approach him like some sort of hungry predator. Was this just another one of his pranks? Gil was ready to punch him in the torso, his fist clenched and prepared when Kyle's body came upon him in an embrace.

He stood there, confused and speechless.

What was this for...?

After a few pats on the back, Kyle pulled back, almost relieved.

"Please don't shoot me..."

Kyle didn't consider himself very good with words, and Gil really looked like he could use a hug, so the option seemed reasonable, at the time. He hadn't realized that it would have been so awkward, however.

His muscles relaxed. Gil gave Kyle a questionable look before stepping away from the tree. His face was still slightly red-- he probably looked so stupid right now before Kyle.

"I wouldn't shoot you."

"I was kidding." He folded his arms, shrugging, as if brushing what had just happened off his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

For what felt like the umpteenth time, the dark-haired one of the duo began shifting himself in the direction of the castle and taking a few steps forward, the sloshing sound of the melting snow finally soaking up the ends of his pants.

He waved a hand back at Kyle, as if to assure him nothing was wrong.

"I'm fine."

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I CAN BE YOUR HERO BAY-BAY

ANGIEEEEEEEEEEE

NITAAAAAAAAAA

angayyyyyyyyy

Nitakins :3

kylekins :3

Gilbert mah boi :)

kyaaa.... kyle-sama

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gil sounds like a mary sue here...

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