Fic: Like Prayer And Can't Be Planned
Title: Like Prayer And Can't Be Planned
Pairing: One-sided Y/Lucy
Word Count: 578
H/C Bingo Prompt: Bruises
Disclaimer: The verse and Lucy is mine, Y is not - and if I got him wrong at all, nom is welcome to bash my head in with a hammer.
A/N: So it's these two's turn in the limelight. I really hope it doesn't fail and that you lovely people enjoy it.
Y sighed heavily as he heard the door crash shut. He'd been living with Lucy for a couple of days now, since her apartment was relatively spacious and his had come down with a nasty case of termites. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy spending time with her, although he suspected she had an ulterior motive for offering a place, but he had noticed that a certain fiery temper had had a tendency to flare up even more than it did at work.
"D'you wanna tell me what happened this time?" he called from the kitchen, putting down his new manga.
The woman stomped over to the fridge, getting herself a beer. "I really don't."
He got up with alarm, realizing that she had bruises - one black eye, a purple-looking nasty on her shoulder and one blossoming on her chin. He grabbed her wrist and sat her down, getting a damp towel.
"I thought you weren't working tonight," he said, dabbing at her eye and ignoring her hiss of pain.
"I wasn't."
Figures. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Then how did you get into this?"
For once, she said something quietly without looking at him. "I got into a bar fight."
He stood up, leaning against the fridge and making his disappointment known. "Why bother, Lucy?"
She winced at his tone, running a hand through her bright red spikes. "I just really wanted to go out drinking-"
"I swear, this whole club is going to die of liver failure eventually."
She bit her lip, carrying on. "And, Mr. Thinks He's Better Than Everyone Else, there was this bitch who was apparently was so sure that her boyfriend had paid me to suck him off that she wouldn't leave me alone, I punched her and this was the end result."
At his disbelieving glare, she tried to laugh. "You should see what she looks like now." But it tapered off into awkward, painful silence.
He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Why don't you go to bed?"
She stood suddenly, slamming her hands down on the table. "God, do you wanna know something? I like you, you're nice, you're cute and I love quiet geeks who can give massages that'll calm me down. But you are not the shining light while we're crawling around being scum. You got into this life, deal with it and don't you fucking dare look down your nose at me because fighting and drinking makes me feel better."
He blinked at the rant, trying to process all of it. "Lucy..."
She backed away from him, her blue eyes blazing. "And now I'm going to do what you told me to and go to bed. Ain't that great?"
She left, leaving him alone. He slumped down at the table, finishing her beer. He couldn't go after her. He needed to be like this, he needed to think that he was better than this otherwise he would go insane. If he wasn't, if he just gave up and acted like Critic or Linkara - wanting the attention and obsessed with sex and not wanting to be numb - then everything would hurt so much more.
It was an hour later when he crept into her room. She was fast asleep, a small smile on her lips but tracks of tears shed from their fight still remained. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"You're worth so much more than this."
Pairing: One-sided Y/Lucy
Word Count: 578
H/C Bingo Prompt: Bruises
Disclaimer: The verse and Lucy is mine, Y is not - and if I got him wrong at all, nom is welcome to bash my head in with a hammer.
A/N: So it's these two's turn in the limelight. I really hope it doesn't fail and that you lovely people enjoy it.
Y sighed heavily as he heard the door crash shut. He'd been living with Lucy for a couple of days now, since her apartment was relatively spacious and his had come down with a nasty case of termites. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy spending time with her, although he suspected she had an ulterior motive for offering a place, but he had noticed that a certain fiery temper had had a tendency to flare up even more than it did at work.
"D'you wanna tell me what happened this time?" he called from the kitchen, putting down his new manga.
The woman stomped over to the fridge, getting herself a beer. "I really don't."
He got up with alarm, realizing that she had bruises - one black eye, a purple-looking nasty on her shoulder and one blossoming on her chin. He grabbed her wrist and sat her down, getting a damp towel.
"I thought you weren't working tonight," he said, dabbing at her eye and ignoring her hiss of pain.
"I wasn't."
Figures. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Then how did you get into this?"
For once, she said something quietly without looking at him. "I got into a bar fight."
He stood up, leaning against the fridge and making his disappointment known. "Why bother, Lucy?"
She winced at his tone, running a hand through her bright red spikes. "I just really wanted to go out drinking-"
"I swear, this whole club is going to die of liver failure eventually."
She bit her lip, carrying on. "And, Mr. Thinks He's Better Than Everyone Else, there was this bitch who was apparently was so sure that her boyfriend had paid me to suck him off that she wouldn't leave me alone, I punched her and this was the end result."
At his disbelieving glare, she tried to laugh. "You should see what she looks like now." But it tapered off into awkward, painful silence.
He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Why don't you go to bed?"
She stood suddenly, slamming her hands down on the table. "God, do you wanna know something? I like you, you're nice, you're cute and I love quiet geeks who can give massages that'll calm me down. But you are not the shining light while we're crawling around being scum. You got into this life, deal with it and don't you fucking dare look down your nose at me because fighting and drinking makes me feel better."
He blinked at the rant, trying to process all of it. "Lucy..."
She backed away from him, her blue eyes blazing. "And now I'm going to do what you told me to and go to bed. Ain't that great?"
She left, leaving him alone. He slumped down at the table, finishing her beer. He couldn't go after her. He needed to be like this, he needed to think that he was better than this otherwise he would go insane. If he wasn't, if he just gave up and acted like Critic or Linkara - wanting the attention and obsessed with sex and not wanting to be numb - then everything would hurt so much more.
It was an hour later when he crept into her room. She was fast asleep, a small smile on her lips but tracks of tears shed from their fight still remained. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"You're worth so much more than this."