Title: Anon and Its Infinite Sadness Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Fang Rating: SFW Classification: One-Shot Author: 7SnootGrunt_5000 Summary: Anon confronts Fang after showing her an old school yearbook. [PRE-NOTES] Warning: The following Fic is not intended to offend anyone's sensibilities or attack any group. The only purpose of this writing is to entertain and tell a story. Enjoy reading. [/PRE-NOTES] Volcano High. School Terrace. -FUCK YOU ANON.- Fang shouted at the top of her lungs, looking at the boy in front of her. Fang's red eyes were watering and the young woman's frown was a mixture of anger, sadness and surprise. The human in front of her, the only human in the entire school: Anon Y. Mous stood rigidly in place. His gaze was resting on the ptero girl in front of him, but he wasn't seeing her properly, his eyes were piercing through more of Fang's beech and his blank stare couldn't visualize anything in particular and just faded into nothingness. The human's expression was one of complete desolation and his skin tone, which was already very white, was now devoid of all color and warmth. What had started as a simple meeting of the two of them, those lunchtime meetings they always had, had now turned into a roller coaster of downward emotions laden with a lot of shouting and insults. The only noticeable thing about the human and the only thing that gave away that the young man was still on the same plane as that girl was his wide open eyes that seemed incapable of blinking. In one of the human's hands was a small blue folder that seemed to be an old school yearbook with the words: "Volcadera Elementary School" The ptero girl on the other hand was now rubbing her shoulders and looking down in embarrassment as she made small circles where she stood. Her little sobs sounded like hammering and echoed inside the human's head. Fang was still crying in place and her nails were digging into her own flesh until little red lines were protruding from those black nails as sharp as daggers. Those lines were starting to sprout from her arms until they were splashing small drops on the ground. As Fang's crying increased, those lines increased. Anon's rigid body did not respond to the horror show and instead his eyes moved in the direction of Fang's shoulders. The red liquid gushed profusely and slid down Fang's slender shoulders and stained her beautiful silver plumage. It was not the first time he had seen her like this. It wasn't his first time seeing her so helpless. So vulnerable. So miserable. But unlike that time on the rooftop ..... That time where he had found her convulsed by her emotions and desperate for an answer, Anon was able to comfort her in his own way and she somehow found solace in his embrace and in his words... They both found for the first time the closest thing to love in the figure of the other.... That time... That time right now it seemed like it had never happened. It seemed... That it had never happened. It had been a colorful mirage. An illusion. It hadn't really happened. That girl wasn't the woman he thought he felt something about... She wasn't... She was... A reflex action on the boy's part caused him to adopt a suspicious position that Fang interpreted as a fleeing pose, with one foot behind the other and his hips slightly tilted to the left. He hadn't realized when he had dropped that yearbook. For a second the girl's fury disappeared the moment she thought Anon was going to leave the place... that she was going to be left alone again.... -ANON! IT'S ME... FANG... I'M STILL ME! .... - she shouted with a broken voice while holding her hands to her chest. The ptero girl's eyes now reflected a kind of fear and... pity? It was a look that denoted only utter sadness. The young human awoke from his petrified state and now he noticed again the presence of his friend Fang in front of him... But, just as he looked at her, the young human began to tremble in his place, his eyes started to turn in all directions as if looking for something else and his dry lips made an indecipherable grimace that the ptero girl could not register. But in spite of the emotions that overflowed him... He was able to sketch a word. .... -Fang...- said Anon almost in a whisper looking at the girl in front of him. Her tone was so defeatist and pathetic...He almost didn't even sob like he did. Fang was threatening to cry again as her red eyes were lit up by a thin layer of moisture made of tears. -Why didn't you ever tell me? - Anon's tone was mechanical. Almost robotic. He didn't choke or even stutter those words... Instead, they came out fast and emotionless. Fang just gritted his teeth in indignation and looked down as if trying to find an answer in those thick military boots that came up to his knees. At Fang's silence, Anon spoke again. Terrible mistake. -Fang... You... You Are...- Anon's words were understandable and Fang could sense what he was going to say. -SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH....!- Fang let out a shriek as his wings and arms stretched from left to right. Tears were also splashing in all directions and her white teeth now exposed in an angry grimace trembled as Fang brought her hands to her head. -Don't you dare say it, you damn...- Fang coughed these last words wearily. It seemed that his body was already tired of being sad. Anon didn't know what to do right now. He wanted by a fucking miracle something happen .... That maybe a meteor would hit him, that maybe the floor he was standing on would open up and he'd fall into the void, or that maybe Principal Spears would show up like that time and break down the door to give them a reprimand and make them go back to class. But none of that happened. So he had to rely solely on him and nothing but him. The human was screwed. -You think this is easy for me...?- now it was Ano's turn to look at Fang sadly as tears streamed down his cheeks. - I found out from third parties Fang.... Neither you or any of the guys told me...! NOT EVEN THE DAMN NASER TOLD ME THE TRUTH THIS WHOLE TIME! - Anon's angry voice managed to escape through the lump that was now in his throat. If it weren't for the feelings of betrayal and shame standing out more than the feelings of anger, Anon would have long ago walked away from that place. But he needed to know one thing...just one thing.... Why had Fang lied to him all this time about who he was? Anon now felt annoyed and his head was throbbing from the pain and after patting his bald head he looked at Fang again. -I feel like a complete idiot Fang...- muttered Anon loud enough for the ptero girl to hear. -I just want to know one thing Fang.... -Why? - This last question echoed in that empty terrace and stopped the atmosphere for a few minutes. Fang relaxed a little but she still wasn't calm, she was still crying and the blood was running down her forearms as thick blackish lines. She still couldn't answer Anon. Actually, she couldn't, because she had no real excuse or reason why she hadn't told him the truth in the first place or why she had practically forced everyone around her not to say a word She had lied to him and was aware of it. Anon with all his social awkwardness could realize this and countered with words that he would most likely regret saying later on but his anger now did not let him think clearly. -You're not going to answer me...Luke? - Anon was disgusted by this name. It was an unknown name. It was someone he didn't know or rather didn't want to know and when he pronounced it he frowned as if he had smelled garbage. Fang looked up in disbelief and her eyes went wide and for a second Anon thought Fang was going to jump at him and beat him to a pulp for daring to call Fang ..... By her birth name. Her real name. -FUCK YOU...- shouted Fang so sharply that his throat hurt. After coughing from the sudden pain, she returned to attack Anon. -Fuck You... You Bigot... That's not my name! - Fang spat out with sadness and anger looking at Anon. The human after letting out a sigh of defeat, could feel how all his anger had now left his body... And he felt nothing. Anon could feel nothing. He had reverted back to that nihilistic teenager of a few months ago. All the progress he had made for himself now ruined and now he was back where he started from. This was his Rock Bottom part 2 Anon right now just wanted to go home and sleep. -What did you expect was going to happen? That we were going to go out together like it was nothing? That I was never going to notice...?- Anon reproached Fang for all his feelings but Fang shook her head emphatically. She didn't want to listen to anything Anon was saying. -You don't understand Anon .... I was going to tell you, I swear... I just needed time. - Fang was excusing herself again, unable to look Anon in the eye and with her voice torn from screaming and crying. Fang's mind went through all the beautiful moments she experienced with Anon: from the time she saw him at the entrance of the school, that first meeting in science class, that misunderstanding at the garden club or that time when they were separated from Naser and Naomi and spent a nice moment just the two of them and how he had comforted her after an episode of crisis. On other hand Anon thoughts were invaded by memories of that time when Fang had invited him to his house and together they composed that song or the time they got to play at Mous' place or when they hugged right here after that anxiety attack Fang had..... Anon could have sworn that he had felt something that day, that he had fallen in love with that girl and how maybe and just maybe... The two of them could create something beautiful together... Start from scratch the two of them. But all that no longer existed for Anon. He had fallen in love with a mirage. Of a pretty face nothing more. He hadn't fallen in love with Fang because she didn't really exist. -Please Anon... we can fix this. - Fang approached Anon looking for mercy in the young human. Her bloodshot eyes pleaded for compassion from the human. Anon was not a violent person, he had never been in a fight in his life, but right now he was holding with all his strength the impulse to raise his fist and hit the face of that person who before his eyes was a complete stranger. Fang had reached Anon and grabbed the human by his green jacket and with trembling hands, looked for the human's reaction. The ptero girl hadn't realized that she had walked over that old yearbook and now the book had a big shoe print stamped on one of the pages. -Anon.... Please, I... I love you Anon...- Fang cried again as she lowered his eyes in defeat and in her hands concentrated the little strength her body still had. - Please don't leave me. - Anon could not look at that pitiful spectacle and only managed to take Fang's hands with his own and what Fang interpreted as a gesture of affection from the human quickly fell apart into a thousand pieces when Anon pushed her away and walked a few meters away from her. This only caused Fang's blood to spurt again and she again regained her anger. -You... You're just like the others! - Fang shouted pointing at the human. Fang's hair was now damp from perspiration and a tangled mess and her makeup was now completely smeared. -You're just like the rest... Just like those idiot Jocks who pushed me aside and treated me like a freak! Trish was right about you all along! - the mention of Fang's best friend irritated Anon in a way he never thought humanly possible. He never got along with Trish, what's more: she hated his guts and had never really given him any reason to do so. Anon thought Trish just hated humans, but in some Machiavellian, twisted way... he could sense that somewhere in the school Trish is laughing her head off at the human's expense right now... As if she had been waiting for this pitiful moment and was now enjoying it like a kid eating ice cream. Anon looked back at Fang, at the punk/gothic ptero girl in front of him. Despite looking a complete mess right now, she still retained that natural attractiveness of hers: her tall, slender body, long slender legs, prominent waist, but flat-chested and shoulders... prominent, maybe like Naomi's if she worked out, but they were feminine, after all. Anon shook his head again and pushed those thoughts from his mind before looking at Fang again: she was moving her lips while occasionally pointing accusingly at him, every now and then her wings would rise again but quickly lower again, she would flick back and forth without taking her eyes off him while babbling... Whatever. Anon by this point had turned his brain off and only felt a loud high pitched beeping sound in his ears, as if a grenade had gone off nearby. The human blinked from exhaustion and just stared at the girl in front of him having the tantrum of his life. How had he gotten into this predicament? It was hard to explain or rather Anon couldn't see the signs: the awkwardness of Naser not referring to Fang as neither feminine but not masculine either, the biting looks of the students who murmured and laughed at him, the elusive attitude of all the teachers and Spears' reprimand at the mention of Fang's "condition" ... and Fang's group itself or maybe Mou's awkwardness and how he was so nice to Fang but at the same time felt distant.... Like he felt sorry for her or maybe her father Ripley. And how can we forget the patriarch of the Aran family: the giant ptero police commissioner of Volcadera, extremely protective of the law and especially his family. Extremely demanding with his son Naser... but somehow indifferent to his only female daughter. When Anon met Ripley he expected to meet the stereotypical protective and jealous father of his beloved only daughter's friendships... instead he only met a cantankerous and disinterested man who let Fang do whatever she wanted, date whomever she wanted and behave however she wanted... Totally different from the demandingness he had with Naser. It was as if he and Fang didn't live in the same house.... Not to say: on the same existential plane. The young human was even more surprised that Fang's little mother, Samantha, was the one who had more initiative than Ripley and who prevented Fang from doing reckless acts... He could still remember the shame he felt when she found them in Fang's room playing the guitar and quickly threw him out of the house completely furious... Fury that he didn't know that such a small woman could have .... Anon didn't understand what he had done to deserve that reaction from Samantha, who usually was always cheerful and jovial. But now he could understand her better. He could better understand the actions of Fang's parents now. They were both dealing with it all.... In their own way. Maybe not in the best way, but they were doing it. Anon's last thought was those jocks in gym class who kept teasing him and insinuating things about him or Reed or Fang herself... He remembered that shark, Naser's partner by the name of Chad and how he had hit him over the head with an old yearbook in the head and just when Anon stood up to defend himself all those jocks stopped laughing and just looked at him... Anon was never going to forget those looks: they were looks of complete and pure contempt. Contempt mixed with some looks of grace and some of... sadness? Disappointment? Chad had picked up that yearbook again, but instead of hitting it again he just threw the yearbook at Anon's feet so that he could see a particular page. A page from an old Volcadera elementary school senior class... it was a photo that was almost 10 years old. That photo revealed a few familiar faces that Anon could make out, including Chad and Naser... There was also Naomi and Reed and there was even a smiling, pigtailed Stella, but almost to the far right was an expressionless figure, looking at the camera with a sharp-toothed grin. It was a male ptero child of perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He was silver in color and his hair was very short and reminded him of the military style they used in the army. Anon looked at the photo in confusion and somehow felt that he knew the boy. His stupor was interrupted when one of the jocks told him to turn the page, some of them had lost interest and left the place and others remained expectant in their place. The human turned some pages of that old yearbook and some close-up pictures of all those children were revealed... and near the end was the picture of that ptero boy. That boy's name was Luke Aran. The same last name as Naser... Naser's brother The brother he never mentioned he had and he was identical to Fang... It was the picture Fang as a male child almost 10 years ago Fang was a male Farng is a male The jocks' mocking laughter was not long in coming as they saw Anon's grimace of confusion turn to one of horror and intensified as the human lifted up to look at each of them. Some laughed out loud, others insulted him and lashed out at him and Fang... only a few kept their cold stares on the human. That laughter continued even as Anon ran out of the locker room and tears were now palpable on his face. Anon continued to hear the laughter of those jocks even when he was completely away from the school. That fucking experience was so quick and shocking to the human that he hadn't realized he had run off with that old yearbook with him..... He had even taken it home with him. It had been yesterday But it still felt like this all happened less than 10 minutes ago. That cursed book lay limp on the floor with a deep shoe print on that old school picture of Fang. At some point everything went silent on the terrace and time had stopped, maybe classes had already started again, but for the two people on the terrace right now it didn't matter. Fang had stopped shouting and was only looking at Anon who now looked like a statue in front of her. Inexpressive, rigid, it was a new state of stoicism never before achieved. This made Fang worry -Anon... please... talk to me...- pleaded Fang with strands of dried tears on her face and reaching out to take Anon's hand. Although Anon did not pull Fang's hand away from his chest, his gaze said all he had to say: It was all over. -Fang... I'm sorry... But, I can't trust you anymore. - Anon murmured, staring at Fang. Fang's eyes widened at those words and her face began to tremble. She felt like she was going to have another anxiety attack at any moment. -Nooo... Anon.... Please, not you... please! - Fang's broken voice was a plea and her grip had loosened on Anon's chest. She wanted to cry, but she felt she had no tears left to shed and right now a headache was killing her. -I'm sorry I can't... reciprocate what you feel Fang.- Anon felt his throat closing and his eyes watering but he couldn't afford to cry. Fang began to tremble in place as she held her head. Fang's blank stare on the ground was heartbreaking to Anon. And even though the human no longer wanted anything to do with... "her"... He couldn't leave her like that. Not after going through everything they had been through. Fang would have collapsed right there if Anon hadn't wrapped her in a gentle but firm embrace. It wasn't a sudden hug, it wasn't a loving hug or even a friendly hug.... It was like hugging someone to comfort them after a loss of a loved one. A hug out of commitment solely to convey some strength to the other. The ptero girl now held Anon tightly and reciprocated Anon's hug with another tighter hug. Fang was now crying on Anon's shoulder while mumbling incoherently. Anon could not register any of it. He just concentrated on giving the poor girl one last hold. Perhaps the last hug before he walked away from her life again..... Before starting over from scratch. Away from Volcadera, Away from Trish and Reed ... Away from Fang. As the young ptero pleaded within Anon's embrace and with her voice a whisper for some reason Anon was thinking about Trish....in that little purple menace...He hated to admit it but Trish was right about him..... Time proved Trish right. Eventually he was going to hurt Fang one way or another. Anon just concentrated on that last hug, ignoring Fang's cries and pleas before undoing that grip and walking away from Fang's life and never repeating Rock Bottom... Never Again. [POST-NOTES] My original idea was to write a tragic story between Anon and Fang but I didn't want to commit to creating another long story because I already have one. I wanted to experiment if I could write a tragic story or a story that revolves around a common conflict... And well, this came out. What did you think of the reading? Let me know in the comments With nothing more to say: I'll see you later.