Just Ill Enough [Krissy]

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher remained where he was as Augusta laughed and promptly began to cough his lungs out. The blond's eyes narrowed slightly with concern and worry but that as only for a brief moment. Augusta didn't want him to worry and so from now on he would try not to show such an emotion to him if he could help it. So when the coughing stopped and Kristopher saw the blood being smeared on the pants and cleaned away from those fine lips..he sighed softly.

A small smile crossed his features as he went to his fiancee, standing on his toes to be at an even height, he kissed the corner of his loves lips. "I'll fix everything." he spoke to Augusta with a tender voice, his right pale hand moved up and brushed the dark hair of his love out of Augusta's face and then adjusted his glasses.

"So you are right, you really are fine." Once the glasses where adjusted perfectly, he leaned up and gently kissed Augusta on the cheek before stepping away. "Even if you are a perv." Rounding to the table, he picked up the heavy books within his much to thin arms that looked as if they would break like glass and turned to Augusta.

"Let's go home, we both need rest." Responded the blond as he still was craving a good smoke but wondered when in the world he could sneak on in...maybe he could get one if he got Augusta to go to sleep. Be the best time to light up, that's for sure.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I'll fix everything. So you are right, you really are fine. Even if you are a perv."

Augusta blushed slightly at the touches Kris did, brushing his hair away and touching his glasses. Kristopher was the only one who could make the Frenchman blush just from a soft touch. Maybe because Kris and Augy had the oddest spark of all the couples in Wonderland (since there were very few.) He smiled softly at the kisses and tried to stop his face from heating up so much. " You are the only person who does this to me, you know that right? " he said softly, " I fell head over heels for you cause of it... your the only person who was kind and soft when they touched me..." he said as he stepped back so Kristopher could go get his books.

"Let's go home, we both need rest."

Augusta nodded, " Yeah... I need sleep..." he said softly. He took a few steps forward and took a couple books away from Kris. In fact he took most of the stack. And he didn't even looked fazed at all from the weight of them. " Even when I'm sicker then a dog, I'm still stronger then you..." he joked and gave his blond counterpart a grin.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" You are the only person who does this to me, you know that right? I fell head over heels for you cause of it... your the only person who was kind and soft when they touched me..."

Kristopher laughed lightly at Augusta and tilted his head to the side as he started walking back to the old rotting dorms that they called home. "Na, so you fell for me just because I have soft hands basically." He teased Augusta with his words. "Nice to know you love me only for what I can do for you. However, I'm glad at the sametime. But just for giggles I'll let you in on something---you where the first human to give me gift."

Course he left out the part of getting into serious trouble about it. Naelona had been very jealous about the gift giving. Very jealous and he perfered not to think of his time in teh Widows Trap because of it.

So he smiled brightly at Augusta still, but as he took most of the books from Kristopher, he blew a raspberry. "Don't strain yourself Mr. Buff." He stated, repositioning the remaing books in his arms so not to hurt himself.

Kristopher walked beside Augusta at an easy pace so not to make his love tired or cause any coughing fits. However, Kris cleared his throat a few times once, trying to knock out his cravings that Augusta wouldn't like at all. When they arrived at home finally, Kristopher dropped his books on the make shift coffee table and then removed the books from Augusta's arms and staked them neatly on top one another. "Go lay down, I'll be there in a moment..and I'll bring a book with me too." he smiled.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Na, so you fell for me just because I have soft hands basically. Nice to know you love me only for what I can do for you. However, I'm glad at the same time. But just for giggles I'll let you in on something---you where the first human to give me gift."

Augusta smiled, " Ah, I can't help it..." he said and shrugged, " I'm a physical being... I like your soft hands..." he chuckled lightly at that. But hearing that his watch-giving was the first normal gift that Kris had gotten. Which made all the butterflies in Augy's stomach wake up. Hah, that made him very, very pleased with himself. He would then tell Kris that the blond was his first love, like real love. But he didn't want to go all soft on Kristopher so he kept his mouth shut after that.

Some of us didn't have 'boy-crushes.'

"Go lay down, I'll be there in a moment..and I'll bring a book with me too."

Augusta let out a harsh breath, that was bit more difficult then he remembered. Walking didn't use to be so hard to do. He let the books down and wiped his brow. Damn, even sweated a little. Augusta nodded at this, replying, " Yeah...yeah... so bossy... I'm only Cinderella-the-slave around here..."

Oooh, bad pun.

Augy actually cringed at that very badly played joke. He then went into Krissy's room and started slowly stripping down. If Kris was in the room he would have not done this so slow, but since Kristopher wasn't around and he felt like a piece of shit that got run over by a cement roller, he was too sore and weak to strip quickly. He got down to his boxers and headed to the bed. But he stopped and smiled, he turned and went to the end-table and pulled off his glasses and his watch. Setting them down he walked back towards the bed.

He was very unaware of what he would find when his foot slipped under the bed a little.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I'm a physical being... I like your soft hands..."

Kris blinked a few times, a look of uncertainty appeared on his girlish features before he shook his had and laughed. "That just sounded so dirty, Augusta. Geez." He once again shook his head and looked through a few of the books trying to decide which to take a peek at, again, in case he missed something.

" Yeah...yeah... so bossy... I'm only Cinderella-the-slave around here..."

A single green eye looked towards the tall Frenchman and a delicate brow that only a gay man could make rose high. "Cinderella?" He repeated as if he was confused for a brief moment then realized how bad the pun really was which caused him to shake his head for the third time in only five minutes. "I am so not touching that with a ten foot pole. Just go lay down already Cinderella." He teased, ignoring the pun now and merely having fun with Augusta.

"You're fairy godmother will be around shortly." Hell, he couldn't say Prince, that would be just too cliche and Kris wasn't a prince by far---maybe a princess but he wasn't going to admit that. However, while Augusta was away, the blond finally decided on a book a few minutes later and dug about in his back pocket. He pulled out his cigarette, gave it one look and sighed.

Then he stuffed it carefully back into his jeans. "Crap...already going through a withdraw and I haven't even tired quieting yet." He laughed at himself in a sad manner. Then, tucking a book under his arm he made his way to the bedroom.

"You better be laying down." He called out, stepping into the doorway to look at Augusta. "..or not."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Cinderella? I am so not touching that with a ten foot pole. Just go lay down already Cinderella. You're fairy godmother will be around shortly."

" Ahahaha, cute Kris... Real cute..." he said sarcastically. Now he felt a bit dumb but he was happy. He liked it when Kris was happy, teasing him and such. Kris happy made Augy happy. It was like a rash that spread from person to person. Smiles really are contagious. But Augy shifted lightly when he finally got the the bed. He was blind and underestimated the amount of steps to the bed and rammed his shins into the side on the bed.

His feet hit something under the bed and he sighed he stuck his foot under the bed as he reached for his glasses. As he put on his glasses, he used his monkey feet to grab the thing and pull it across the wood floor and into his sight. He was... confused and shocked by what he saw.

"You better be laying down...or not."

Augy stood in his boxers, back turned to Kris with his foot placed delicately over a cigarette box. He reached down then, grabbing the empty box. A dark looked crossed his face, " Kristopher Allen Roberts..." he said deathly soft, his voice dark. He turned around and held the box out to Kristopher.

"So, I don't get to see you for two weeks... and you become an alcoholic and a smoker? I'm surprised you didn't start selling your body on the street corner and snorting cocaine while I was gone."

Ah see, when Augy is mad he yells and throws things and pitches a fit. But when he's quite... that's when one needs to worry. Because when he's quite and bitter... that's when he's the most dangerous and easy to set off...

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Kristopher Allen Roberts...So, I don't get to see you for two weeks... and you become an alcoholic and a smoker? I'm surprised you didn't start selling your body on the street corner and snorting cocaine while I was gone."

Okay, well now this was unexpected. So now the blond had two choices, one he could try to lie his way out of this or two just be honest. Mmm, niether seemed very fun so he decided to do a mixture of both. With a sheepish grin on his face he went over to the bed and put the book down on the covers. "Actually," Kristopher started carefully, looking for the right words and speaking in a casual tone. He wanted to say those belong to Corvus but that just didn't sound very good. So he opt for a different approach. "I didn't become an alcoholic, I only had two drinks during the two weeks. I think we covered the body issue before and I don't do drugs."

He paused to look up at the very mad Augusta. Mmm, how to fix the situation. His pale hand reached out and took the empty box away that he had been meaning to through away for three weeks but forgot about it. Go figure. "I was going to tell you I had smoked a box but I was going to wait on that a bit..." Yeah, he was so lying now. He hadn't smoked a box, he had smoked quite a lot...Kyle could vouche for that but he perfered his brother didn't.

"I didn't think it would really be a big thing..." So says the man who has been smoking for a straight month. "I hadn't touched one since I was ten...but stress kinda got to me and soooooooooo, well...I had a box. Ha. ha.ha..."

Oh god he was going to die.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Actually, I didn't become an alcoholic, I only had two drinks during the two weeks. I think we covered the body issue before and I don't do drugs."

Augusta was not amused by Kristopher's explanation or excuses. He could tell just by the tone of the blonds voice that he wasn't true about this. He watched the boy put the book down and then take the box from him.

"I was going to tell you I had smoked a box but I was going to wait on that a bit...I didn't think it would really be a big thing... I hadn't touched one since I was ten...but stress kinda got to me and soooooooooo, well...I had a box. Ha. ha.ha..."

Augusta still had that dark look on his face. He walked over to Kris and grabbed the collar of the blonds shit. " Alright... lets get this clear..." he said, his face very serious. " One, Don't ever lie to me like that, cause I can tell when you do..." he said and slowly let g of Kristopher." Two, I don't care if you smoked one box or seventeen, you are still killing yourself... you're already sick Kristopher Roberts... the last thing you need is to fuck up your lungs anymore then the damage already been done, plus if you smoke around others you harm them worse them yourself."

Augusta sighed then, he walked over to the nightstand and picked up his watch, and gained all of his clothes before sighing again. He walked to the door and looked at Kris from there. " And lastly, don't fucking ride my ass about me getting in fights... if you're gonna smoke... cause then you'd be a hypocrite... and I hate hypocrites..." he said and left, walking to his bedroom and dropping his stuff on the floor, messy as always.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Oh dear. It just got worse.

" Alright... lets get this clear...One, Don't ever lie to me like that, cause I can tell when you do...Two, I don't care if you smoked one box or seventeen, you are still killing yourself... you're already sick Kristopher Roberts... the last thing you need is to fuck up your lungs anymore then the damage already been done, plus if you smoke around others you harm them worse them yourself. And lastly, don't fucking ride my ass about me getting in fights... if you're gonna smoke... cause then you'd be a hypocrite... and I hate hypocrites..."

Kristopher felt like banging his head into a wall just then. Leave it to him to make something good turn bad. Now he got a lecture for his love over smoking, lying, and being a hypocrite. Great, just wonderful. The blond drug a hand down his face slowly as Augusta turned and left his room.

"A--Augusta!" The blond called out feeling bad about the lying and annoyed that Augusta was right on some matters but being called a hypocrite kind of got to him. The blond left the book and turned to go into Augusta's room.

"Alright, I lied. I'm sorry. I've been smoking for a whole month but I don't do it when people are around. Ugh..." What should he say now or even do? Walking into the room, he came up behind Augusta and put his arms around him. Then spoke tiredly, "Can we not fight over this...please. I love you to death and you finally got out of the hospital today. You don't need this...and I just happen to make things worse. I'm sorry."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"A--Augusta!"

At first the Frenchman ignored him, he was pissed, pissy and tired and sick. He really didn't have the desire to deal with this or anything else at the moment. He really just wanted to lay down and rest. God, wanted to sleep soooo bad. So very bad did he want to lay his head down on a soft pillow. But then as he turned to walk to the bed he felt arms around him and he stopped in his tracks.

"Alright, I lied. I'm sorry. I've been smoking for a whole month but I don't do it when people are around. Ugh... Can we not fight over this...please. I love you to death and you finally got out of the hospital today. You don't need this...and I just happen to make things worse. I'm sorry."

Augusta looked down at the arms around his waist and felt the heat against his back and sighed. He closed his eyes and put his hands on Kristopher's arms. " I...A--alright fine... I mean... I'm a--angry... But..." This was hard for Augy to say, he still was angry and he didn't want to give in just yet but hearing Kris say shit like that could make a grown man cry. He just wasn't up to par with that, his defenses weren't that strong. " But make sure you... you quit... it's really bad for you..." he said as he slowly turned around so that he was actually facing Kris.

" I... I love you too..." he replied, " I'm only a pain because I do...so very much..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I...A--alright fine... I mean... I'm a--angry... But... " But make sure you... you quit... it's really bad for you...I... I love you too...I'm only a pain because I do...so very much..."

Kristopher rested his head against Augusta's back as he felt the hands touch his arms. He was afraid for a moment that Augusta was going to pull his arms away and leave him for the bed and ignore him. But that didn't happen and he let out the breath he didn't know he held. He was happy to know that he was going to stay.

When Augusta turned to face him, Kristopher looked into Augusta's eyes and then away. He was afraid to really look at him. He nodded softly. "I know." He stated softly. "I just got really stressed out more then normal...and I kinda stole the cigarettes...and such...but I promise I'll go cold turkey." He would try that was for sure. Surely he could do it, he stopped once before and Augusta was right. Smoking would just lead him to an even faster death, his lungs where already shit as was most of his body and smoking wasn't help.

"But..." Ah oh, here it came, "If I'm going cold turkey for you and my health then you should do the same with fighting. Only fair." Once again, an embassed smile came to his features, he was trying to be sneaky.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I know. I just got really stressed out more then normal...and I kinda stole the cigarettes...and such...but I promise I'll go cold turkey."

Deep sigh. How did Kris say things and sort of make everything worse? He had no idea but Augy was just happy that Kristopher would stop. He didn't quite understand what 'Cold Turkey' meant, but he figured it was just stopping entirely. He didn't question it. He'd just make himself feel like an idiot.

"But... If I'm going cold turkey for you and my health then you should do the same with fighting. Only fair."

Augusta was smiling, until Kris said that. He reached around and grabbed Kris's arms, pulling them away from him. He pushed him back, soft enough not to hurt Kris but enough to move the blond away from him. " That's not a fair deal Kristopher... " he said and continued to push Kristopher back until he was in the hall. " I have a job, I have expectations Kristopher. People are relying on me... How are the people who follow me going to respect me if I don't even fight along side them? " He shook his head. It really wasn't fair, he was only doing this for Kris. " Plus... I didn't get in a fight this last time, Jouhnin-Sama just snapped... I have never been in a fight so bad that it harmed my health... God... why can't you just understand this?!" he said, not loud though. He sighed, " You can sleep alone if you hate my hobby that much..." he said and slowly closed the door. Giving Kris enough time to stop it, or come in afterwords.

Funny how Augy thought killing boogies was a 'hobby.'

[Kristopher Roberts]

" That's not a fair deal Kristopher... "

Funny, Kris thought it was perfect. He stopped doing something life threatening and so would Augusta. But oh no, trying to tell the Rebel Leader something was bad for his health and all he did was tell him to get the hell out. Well, fine!

" I have a job, I have expectations Kristopher. People are relying on me... How are the people who follow me going to respect me if I don't even fight along side them? Plus... I didn't get in a fight this last time, Jouhnin-Sama just snapped... I have never been in a fight so bad that it harmed my health... God... why can't you just understand this?! You can sleep alone if you hate my hobby that much..."

The blond twitched. The door closed then, Kristopher didn't even bother to stop it. He just stared at the old wood door until he finally had enough of it. Kristopher kicked the door, "Hobby?! You call killing boogies a hobby? A HOBBY is FIXING RIDES, not KILLING! Jesus Augusta!" He turned away from the door then annoyed as hell.

"I accept you fighting but I don't accept the fact you are biting off more then you can chew and trust me, you are Davingoun...far more." Kristopher wasn't trying to get him to quite because Augusta was getting hurt. No, he was now used to it and accepeted it. His real reasons for trying to get Augusta to quite was Jouhnin. The boogie knew everything. He knew Augusta was in charge of everything and if some wild hair flew up his ass--then Augusta would be gone in a snap. He couldn't tell him that either...

Really, you're selfish, you don't deserve him... He's willing to die to save all the humans in Wonderland... Jouhnin's words that echoed through his mind really pissed him off more then normal.

"You know what. Fine. I'll go sleep with my selfishness!" The one eyed blond declared as he turned away from the door and pulled out that stick from his back pocket. Muttering as he slammed his bedroom door, "And he wonders why the fuck I started smoking again." Going to his window he opened it up as much as he could, grabbed a book, sat himself down in the window with the book in his lap and lite up his smoke, breathing it in deeply.