C'est Quoi ce Gâchis?
Jame was quiet for most of the walk back to the train. Siriussy didn’t mind. He needed time to think about what he was going to say to him when given the chance. Jame hadn’t lied necessarily, but he had omitted the fact that he and Evan had been like brothers when he lived in Omega Village. Minus the kidnapping, it didn’t even seem like they were on bad terms. And kidnapping seemed like something Omegas just did. Which was bloody weird, but Siriussy couldn’t really judge, the Alphas were incestuous for fun.
So what would he say? It wasn’t a crime to want to avoid someone from your past, especially if you left them in the dust. Maybe Jame didn’t like Evan? But he seemed happy to comfort him after Barty’s death.
Maybe a simple ‘what the fuck’ would suffice. That pretty much summed up Siriussy’s qualms.
When they reached the train station, it was probably around five. The sun was setting slowly, turning the sky a lovely pink-ish gold. The days were beginning to be shorter and shorter, signalling the start of the cold months. Siriussy hated the cold.
Jame had given Evan the last of his stash to pay for the funeral that he’d likely be unable to attend, so they didn’t have to stop at Betapolis or Alpha Square. That was probably for the best. It was late enough as it was and Siriussy didn’t believe Sigma Dumbledore to be an idiot.
This did mean that they’d be some of the only people on the train for around an hour. Siriussy might as well begin the yap fest.
He wanted to approach the topic carefully, but Siriussy had absolutely zero tact, so the second he opened his mouth, he was bound to offend someone. Siriussy shrugged internally, yelling and screaming was better than the stifling grief that was pulsating off of Jame. Seriously, Siriussy thought, did Jame even know the guy? Witnessing a death could be sad and traumatising and all, but really, this was a bit much. Siriussy preferred the whole, oh that is terrible, let us move on, approach, rather than the: let us grieve and pray for that random bloke we barely knew. He was probably a sociopath.
But then again, Jame had probably fucked the guy, for all Siriussy knew. He had to ask, otherwise this curiosity would probably kill him because who the fuck was Barty Crotch and why the fuck did you try and save him?
Okay, he was going to say something and he was going to say it now.
Siriussy took a deep breath and, “The sky looks pretty.” Fuck.
Okay, maybe he had to try a little harder. He knew it was going to be difficult to bring up to Jame, so maybe his subconscious was attempting to protect him from the inevitable. So, he took another deep breath and steered his thoughts away from the sky. “I was just wondering—”
Jame looked up sadly, humming in a show of attention. Oh God, Siriussy couldn’t—no, shut the fuck up, yes he could.
“Well, i-it’s just l-like—well y’know I-I d-didn’t know you were still c-close with those p-people—and I-I just…” This was going splendidly. Y’know, minus the fact that Siriussy suddenly gained a stutter. “W-well, can you g-give me some, uhm, like background information? I-I just realise I don’t know much a-about you.”
Okay, well, that was kind of the truth. Maybe Jame would answer a question said so pathetically out of pity.
“I guess I didn’t think you’d care to hear about it.” Jame shrugged. Siriussy stopped himself from scoffing because obviously I want you to speak about yourself, I would literally kill the entire population of Betapolis to keep you talking.
Which was completely normal, Siriussy just loved it when people told him stories. Yes.
“Well, I do. No pressure or anything, it’s just, I kind of was just kidnapped by your past friends so…” Siriussy was very good at feigning interest while being extremely curious. No way would Jame guess how deeply he wanted answers. Totally no way.
(A/N: You guys, it’s my absolute favourite part of writing! The “too much information, please stop” backstory! Buckle up, babes.)
“Okay then,” Jame inhaled, nodding. “But don’t hate me.”
“I never could,” Siriussy whispered. That was probably a lie, but only if Jame was a serial killer or something. Serial killers were kind of creepy. But on the other hand…
“So, I was born an Omega. My parents were born and raised Omegas, same as their parents and so on, so forth. Most of the time, Omega pups don’t even bother showing up for their sorting ceremony. Usually it's a personal preference to stay with family or complete doubt in being moved up the ranks, but either way, we—they—don’t usually move up in life. But, I wanted something more out of life, y’know? I believed I could make a difference for the Omegas and my parents were completely supportive, but my friends? Not so much. Pandora, Evan, Barty, Dorcas, and a few others you didn’t get to meet, they wanted me to stay. I managed to convince Pandora, Dorcas, and even Barty that it was for them that I was leaving, but Evan didn’t believe one word of it. He didn’t believe in me. But when I was diagnosed with Sigmadrome and began dealing in my hometown to support my folks, Evan grew bitter and would frequently steal my stash or sell knock-offs to get rid of my market. He even got involved with Muliciber—this other dealer in Omega Village—and his gang, but seeing as though they killed Barty, that didn’t turn out too well.
“Anyway, Evan and I have had this rivalry, which used to be much worse. He managed to turn Barty against me and apparently roped Pandora into it, but she isn’t really reliable anyway, her brain is a bit scattered. But ever since I began avoiding his ‘turf’ like the plague, he’s left me alone, which just makes the fact that he seeked me out confusing. And before you ask, I did ask, and he told me that he just needed some Vegetables to sell. His family was down on their luck. So, yeah, that’s a brief version of my history, I guess,” James finished with a small shrug.
Siriussy couldn’t believe that it had been so easy to get him to talk. He was in such disbelief that he wasn’t really listening, rather, watching the way Jame’s pink lips moved as he formed words and how his Adam's apple bobbed while he swallowed—y’know, like how everyone notices the way someone moves. Siriussy was very interested in human anatomy, of course. He dreamed of being a portrait artist.
But he felt he got the gist of what Jame had said. Hopefully. But really, how the fuck do you respond to someone’s entire life story? (A/N: Siriusly guys. How? I am regretting the backstory. Nah, I’m not.)
“Oh uh, thank you for sharing.” Siriussy nodded to himself (A/N: Like my maths teacher (askwadjfh—whatever the fuck your name is—you’ll get this one). Seriously though he sucks major cock. Lil bitch boy.), having absolutely no clue what to say. He hadn’t gotten this far in his planning on what to say.
“Your turn, silly goofy little goose,” Jame said, fingering the air. The entirety of Siriussy’s awkwardness left his body because what the actual fuck was that.
“Erm…” Did Jame get into the Vegetables? Did the catnip have lasting effects? The cocaine?
“Holy shit, mate. I don’t even know what just possessed me.” Jame shook himself, blinking rapidly. “Anyway, I want your life story, Baby.”
BABY? Siriussy was screaming in his mind. His insides were burning up. So were his cheeks, probably. Jesus Christ, what was Jame playing at?
“Sorry,” Jame coughed. “I think my brain is malfunctioning.”
“Yeah, yeah okay.” Siriussy cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from Jame who was now looking far too delectable for his liking. Luckily the cityscape flashing by proved a valuable distraction from Jame, enough so that Siriussy could form a coherent thought and begin the great tale of his own life.
“So, my cunt mother, Walburger, and arsehole father, Onion, had me. They’re both Alphas and mindlessly worship the Sigmas, but I never really cared for politics much. They also supported racists and homophobes, so I was of course very against that. Y’know, because I’m really gay and all.”
“Same. Men are so fit,” Jame agreed, practically drooling.
Siriussy coughed and continued, willing his dick to stay calm. Jame needed to stop acting so scrumptious. “Yeah, so I would usually argue with them and shit, but my mum was a beast with her belt, always so quick to whip it out, not unlike the priest in Alpha Sigma Church (A/N: For real giving sorority). So she’d whip me, but it wasn’t like it was uncommon. Every misbehaving Alpha pup got whipped, so it was just whatever. But she would never whip her precious little baby Edgylus. I guess he was always more agreeable than I was, but I was her heir. I’m the eldest, y’know? It kind of hurt when she favoured Edgy when I was right there, even if she did support everything I’m against.
“And every day I kept a tally on how many days were left until I could escape. The sorting was my saving grace. I felt bad, counting down the days until I could leave for good, but every time I felt any kind of remorse, my mum would simply remind me of why I was ready to leave. I would’ve left if it weren’t for Edgylus. I couldn’t just leave him, y’know? He might’ve been her favourite and a quiet little rule follower who would do anything to stay under the radar, but I know him! You saw him with that Remu bloke! He’s a bloody rule breaker when he deems it safe and being his brother I knew how much he disagreed with our parent’s blatant bigotry. But now he’ll never leave and the real issue is, I don’t even know if he ever wanted to.” Siriussy shrugged, tears all of a sudden pricking at his eyes. Usually he didn’t get so pressed about his shite family, but even Jame had loving parents and they weren’t even considered people in the Sigmastution.
“So every day I prayed for a way out and associated myself with people my mother hated until the sorting, which was honestly the best ‘fuck you’ to Walburger and Onion that I could ever ask for.”
Siriussy coughed, bringing himself back to reality. He didn’t need to be venting to Jame after Jame had literally just lost one of his best friends to a bullet. “Yeah, that’s my story, I guess.”
Siriussy turned away from the scenery he’d been looking out the train window at just to see Jame, slack-jawed, staring at Siriussy.
“What?” He snapped, a little more rudely than he’d meant. “Sorry, what?”
“Oh, erm, it’s just,” Jame stuttered, fixing his face quickly. “It’s just, I thought all the Alphas were rich and happy.”
“Nope, just rich,” Siriussy laughed. Jame smiled slightly, completely stealing Siriussy’s heart. Stupid beautiful smile. Bitch.
“Well, you’re a Sigma now, so you can be happy now.” Jame reached over and grabbed Siriussy’s hand. It must’ve been a friendly gesture, or simply a sign that he would be there for Siriussy, but it felt like Siriussy’s heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Siriussy nodded slightly, glancing out the train window once again. Thankfully, the Great Sigmas were looking down upon him and saving him from his emotions, as the train was just now pulling into Sigma Station.
“It looks like we’re here,” Siriussy declared, gently pulling his hand away to collect his bearings. He didn’t actually have any possessions as he didn’t bring anything on this trip, but he didn’t think he could go one more second holding Jame’s hand without possibly going crazy and/or doing something he’d regret thoroughly. Like kissing the boy or something ridiculous like that.
Wait no, Siriussy didn’t like Jame like that. He just very much hated physical contact because of, erm, past trauma from his mother. That was believable.
“Oh, yeah.” Jame stood up, grabbing his empty duffel bag. “Thanks for coming with me today.”
“‘Course.” Siriussy shrugged, leading the way off the train. “Anytime, mate.”
Jame chuckled slightly. “How ‘bout next weekend?”
“Yeah.” Siriussy nodded, walking back into the now-empty Sigma Training centre. He looked over his shoulder at Jame, who was close behind him. “Yeah, okay.”
Maybe Siriussy did like Jame like that. Only time could tell.