Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Title: Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Author : mrs_toro_or
Beta-Reader : miss Will
Fandom : Real People/ My Chemical Romamce
Pairing: Gerard Way/ Frank Iero
Raiting : Nc-17 (just because of last chapters...)
Advertisement(s) : Slash, AU (Alternative Universe)
Disclaimer : I don't know My Chemical Romance. Everything I write is not the truth.
Note(s) : every comment or (constructive) critic is well accepted.
Summary: "...I assisted at the pass of time, at come one after the other of months, years, centuries. I saw the world changing under my eyes, people borning, growing up, dying. I saw rising of new civilizations and new populations, I saw everything.
Everything was new for me and I approached to the world like a child, curious to discover what's around him.
The world given to me so much, really, but it bored me too. Even if I had seen everything, people were just the same, they never changed..."
The Newark I knew had bored me. Life had bored me, if life could be called.
I assisted at the pass of time, at come one after the other of months, years, centuries. I saw the world changing under my eyes, people borning, growing up, dying. I saw rising of new civilizations and new populations, I saw everything.
Everything was new for me and I approached to the world like a child, curious to discover what's around him.
The world given to me so much, really, but it bored me too. Even if I had seen everything, people were just the same, they never changed.
Man was keeping stay in his ignorance, almost in his animal being; and even if society cranked out new aristocrats and intellectuals everything remained the same. The truth is that man will never change, he will always be animated by passions and instincts, by uncontrollable wills and corrupted desires. Man will never go out of his mediocrity to rise himself to something more sublime.
So I felt asleep, hoping the noise of ages passing by could be just a buzz in my ears. I was bored by life, I just needed peace.
I came down in the depth of the earth, taking no care about my conditions when I would wake up. Fuck my beautiful coffin in the mausoleum, I was tired of it too. That little marble prison would ever remembered me my status, my limits, my weak points. It would denied my freedom. I am free by every constriction, I can move so fast that humans could never imagine, I will live forever.
And that eternity I loved so much bored me, put under my eyes the real problem: loneliness.
I hate to have problems, I hate to be alone.
In my condition, my only certainty is loneliness. I could live a thousand centuries or die in few days by a hand of a human, but I don't care, it's not a real problem for me. I don't want to stay alone, I'm not made for it.
Still, it's what I am. A solitary creature who wanders in the night from centuries, looking for a fellow traveller, a fellow I will never find. Because even if I could find someone similar to me the situation would never change, people like me are no made to stay together.
It's because of it I decided to give up for a while, to chase away that horrible consciousness of my fucking loneliness. When I felt asleep I did not know for how many time I could remain in that plain-death being, I did not know what I could find at my wakening.
But now...
The world is changed, again. I just resurfaced from the earth, and I know it. I feel it, I can feel the smell of changing in the air, I know that now the world is something new, something to explore, and I will do it. Exactly like I did before, I will explore this new environment around me, and I will not able to not be impressed by what I will find on my passage.
Just one thing will be the same: humans. They will never change.
They could wear different things, talk in a different way, but they will always be creatures with limited intelligence, and interesting under few points of view.
Well, do not misunderstand me: I love humans, I always did. They have something so particular, so unequalled that charms me in a huge way. Their lives are interesting, sometimes boring, others are senseless, but they keep going on, never changing feelings that give 'em life.
I love humans because they can die...
Chapter Second
It was a nice evening, on March, and the streets of Newark were full of every kind of people.
Boys and girls going out of cinema, others who were going to pubs; elderly persons who were taking a walk in the quiet streets of town, adults who were taking an amusing evening.
The Gost, the most populated pub in that small town, was full by guys who were amusing chattering or listening music all together, mingleing in purple and black interior decoration.
Tables were black coffins, and chairs were stuffed purple benches; lamps were on the shape of human skulls or of monsters, and there were a lot of beautiful pictures painted on the walls.
A group of guys was sitting in a corner of the pub wich was their favourite one, drinking a beer and making small talks, like they used to do on friday evening since a couple of years.
The lowest of them was sitting with the legs crossed on his bench, giving no room to his friends near to him. His hazel-brown eyes were smiling, amused, fulls of their own light, shine and happy. His shredded jeans would be more shredded if he'd remained in that position, but he seemed to not care about it.
-And so, Mikes? What did you do?- asked to the friend near to him, who turned to look at him settling glasses on his straight nose, and smiling.
-I just told her "get lost, baby, and if you try again to get closer to me or my girlfriend you'll be hurt"- he said, grinning and touching off others' hilarity. A frizzy-haired and afro-hairstyle boy smiled and gave a slap on Mikes' back, making him spilling a bit of his beer from the glass.
-Well done, Mikey, you finally got guts!-. The lowest boy smiled and sipped his lager beer, trying to not spill it on himself.
-What d'you think about it, Frank?- asked the afro-hairstayle boy to the lowest.
-Mikey is great, he finally fucked that slut off!- he said staring his hazel-brown eyes in to his friend's.
-Ray, what about another beer?- asked a gorgeous brown-haired man with blue eyes and pale skin to the frizzy-haired. He nodded and smiled to the other two.
-Try to act well while Brian and I go for a drink. I don't wanna find the table upset and both of you destroing the bench-
-C'mon, Ray, stop it! It's happened a long time ago, that's enough!- said Mikey nearly crying. Frank, instead, was smiling, and smiled more when met Ray's seem-to-be threatening look but that was just really, really funny.
-It's happended a long time ago but it did- said the frizzy-haired boy seriously, -and I don't wanna it happens never more. I don't wanna stay here on fridays just to remedy to your rubbish!-
Mikey turned small on the bench while Frank met Brian's blue-look and bursted into laughter.
-What are you laughing for?-. Again, Ray wanted to seem threatening but he was not. His friends knew he was to much a good and sweet guy to seriously pose a threat on someone. Ray Toro would not be able to hurt a fly, imagine to his friends!
-Okay, okay, stop it! Ray, come on and have a drink, 'kay? And you two keep calm, we'll be back soon- said Brian, the man with blue eyes, giving Frank a wink and carrying away Ray, that was still mumbling.
-Frank, am I your best friend?- asked Mikey when the other two disappeared between the crowd. Frank looked at him with opened eyes. He obviously did no expect a question like that.
-For sure you're my best friend, Mikes! Whatta hell d'you think...?-
-D'you like Brian?- asked point-blank the boy with glasses, shocking the other one.
-N-no, I don't like Brian! Tell me what's got into you?!-
-If you'd like him, would you tell me it?- carried on Mikey, seriously. Frank thought he would go mad in few seconds.
-Of course I would, you idiot, but I don't like him and so there's no problem- replied Frank placing his beer on the table and going near Mikey.
-Why are you asking this, Mikes?-. The other boy moved discomfortly on the purple bench, sipped his beer and then answered.
-I... dunno, it's just... since Brian is with us everything's different, and we do not talk so much. And I got the impression you'd like him, that's all-. Frank listened carefully and then smiled softly, like just him could do. Hugged his friend and kissed his head, messing up his brown and well-plated hair.
-You're so silly, Mikes... you are, and always be, my best friend! And every Brian in this world could not separate us!- he said keeping smiling, -I don't like Brian, okay? He's not my type. Too much pale. And too much muscles-
They both laughed, like children that have just find out a new game.
But Mikey was right. Since Brian was in their lives they had talk less, just because they could not find few times to stay alone together, like they did before. And Mikey has now a girlfriend, and that had influenced 'em. But, you know, life is not ever the same, it changes and makes you change, sweeping you along events you cannot command.
-But you cannot tell you did not take a thought 'bout him...- said Mikey when he could still breathe. He looked at Frank and laughed at his upset expression.
-Micheal James Way, how could you ask me something like this?!- said the lowest with a shocked face.
-Of course I did! But thinking about having sex with him is not like I really like him!-. Mikey could not stay more and laughed, spitting beer he had just sipped all around. Frank would never change...
It was nice to think he was the same, low and exuberant boy he met in middle school, with the same passion for the play station and tattos, with the same strenght to face the world with a smile on his face.
Simply, Frank was Frank.
-We're back! We brought you another beer!- exclaimed Brian smiling and sitting near to Frank. Ray smiled too, red on his face, probably because of alchool.
They kept drinking and talking and laughing all together like they always did, trying to forget just for a while that world that was oppressing them; that world made of work and money, where dreams and hopes were not accepted.
-Guys, I love this place...- murmured suddenly Ray looking around. The others nodded and waited for him to continue, because when Ray started like that it was sure he would have something else to say.
-It's just a pub, 'kay, but a beautiful pub, where we could spend fridays and saturdays deceiving ourselves to be still little guys who love rock and with a lot of dreams to realize- finished the frizzy-haired placing his beer for a while. He was right, and how he was!
They sat there, on friday, everyone of them with more than twenty years upons his shoulders, trying to recreate that atmosphere, that kind of magic that left them while years were passing by; trying to relive dreams and illusions they left closed in a drawer.
-Stop getting depressed! C'mon, Sonnyboy, drink and smile for us!- exclaimed Brian stopping that moment melancholy and giving a clap on Ray's shoulders. They all laughed.
-Okay guys, I think it's time to come back home!- said then Frank standing up. Mikey stared at him. He had drank too much.
-Noo, Frankie... it's still too soon to get back home!- he said drawling. Okay, he was really drunk. Frank laughed before take him by an arm and put him up.
-No, Mikes. It's late, we gotta go. C'mon, I'll bring you home- he said, then turned on the other two.
-Ray, Bri, we get in touch tomorrow. I bring Mikey home, he's a bit crunk"
-Sure hunny, we'll get in touch!- answered Brian giving Frank a wink and smiling exposing his white canines. Ray nodded, said hello to Frank and Mikey with a wave and continued to drink his beer.
-See you tomorrow, Sonnyboyyy!- shouted Mikey, who was embraced to Frank just to not fall down. When Ray grimmed at him he laughed, hiccupping.
-You get away with it just 'cause you're drank, you should know that- said Ray giving him a sincere "fuck" and turning to Brian, that was broaching about how to spend the rest of the night.
