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Fandom: Dance Central
*Pairing: Moblio (Mo/Oblio). Practice request from KIBAxHINATAx4EVA.
*Warning: FLUFFY MALE/MALE LOVE ABOUNDS. PLEASE STEER CLEAR IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO FLUFFY MALE/MALE LOVE. THANK YOU.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of this, save for the summary and my laptop.

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They were at world's end.

His bedroom was calm enough. Complete with lush white linen, a collection of old school records, and action figures, it was the perfect haven for a youthful heart. Over the years, he tailored the bedroom to fit his colorful cravings. With a musical heart, and an undying fondness for comic books, he transformed a pale room into a painting. On that night, though, shades of blue anxiety occupied the room.

He was in bed, much against his will. His amber eyes were filled with their usual song, but anguish dampened exuberant light. He had the eyes of a fearful fawn, wondering about the future. Right across from him sat a friend, someone he trusted beyond words. Someone willing to challenge the confusion, frustration and fear seen within amber moons.

The night was growing old, but Oblio refused to leave his friend's side. Mo still needed him-that was as clear as moonlight. The B-Boy tried to tell Oblio to get some rest, tried to have the night end, but it was of no use. The ninja refused to leave the chair he had placed, right at the other's bedside. And as much as Oblio's vigil pained him, Mo was infinitely happy. Suddenly stricken with an odd sickness, he was in dire need of companionship.

Especially since a certain someone had flown off the deep end.

Mo always looked as if Oblio would vanish, without a moment's notice. He knew nothing about his friend, so it was only reasonable to expect a dream to disappear. But the ninja never left his friend's side-not even in slumber.

"Make sure you are properly dressed. Today's weather calls for the warmest clothing."

"Practice can wait. You've done enough for today."

"Don't stress yourself. Exceeding your limits will be counter-productive."

The dream's words were always kind. Far more kind than those of MacCoy's. Gramma Phoebe's boy was tolerable in the beginning, but as time went on...true colors gradually rose to the surface. And at every opportunity, pretty blue eyes crushed amber eyes. Just as easily as feet crushed beetles. "I'm sick o' yo shit, man," the toprocker would always snarl, eyes flashing.

"I ain't goin' nowhere, stickin' wit' ya. Ain't got enough swag t' get 'cher self outta paper bag."

"Bein' around ya jus' makes me sick! Why don't 'cha go fuck yerself?!"

Mo always did his best to keep MacCoy afloat. The best was always done, for the sake of a lifelong friendship. But the wounds Mo healed were always replaced. With much deeper wounds. And Coy was never around to keep Mo from falling. The Alomar was sometimes stricken by a sudden illness-something no one could put a finger on. But-

A certain sunflower never stuck around to help.

Oblio, on the other hand, never left Mo's side. Glitch never wished to leave the B-Boy's side, but sometimes, the young thing needed rest. The dream watched over Mo, whenever Glitch couldn't. And on that night, the male with lavendar tresses had comforted his friend with a story. It had been another story about time-honored legends. One of adventures beyond the clouds, ancient kingdoms and radiant swords.

Mo was always afraid those stories would take Oblio away someday.

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He always made sure the Alomar was comfortable.

On that particular night, Oblio had administered an herbal compress on his chest. A bit of an awkward setup, but the ninja was infinitely gentle. Never one to heighten Mo's discomfort. There was a story behind the magical compress, but in favor of his sanity, the Alomar ignored it. He instead listened to how it would improve his body's condition. And help it did, filled with the most gentle, dazzling scents. Made of flowers from distant lands.

Not only that, but there was also the story. The hand-made tea. And he had put Glitch to bed, soothing the younger male's woes. Reflecting on all of this, Mo couldn't help but feel uneasy. Despite his body feeling heavier than a thousand tons of iron, the Alomar wasn't happy about being still. Oblio eventually had to go to bed, but if he left-

Would he ever appear again?

"Time to close your eyes," the ninja instructed. He always spoke as if he were in an eternal song, treating his words carefully. Wrapping them in elegance, sweetness and fragile love.

"I've kept you up long enough."

...

"Please tell me of your troubles. I'd rather not have you vanish, without relieving you of your woes."

"Fer starters, you can throw shit like 'vanish' outta yer vocab bank."

Oblio shook his head, looking as if he had stained a cathedral with black blood. "My choice of words disturbs you," he began, and was cut off by Mo before he could say any more.

"Y' ain't got no idea why, tho. Always apologizin' without ever knowin' where yer goin', or why yer headin' in that direction."

The ninja's eyes were always gentle, filled with the tenderness from a rose petal. Mo's emotional state filled them with even greater warmth, transforming them into silken pearls.

"I never bear any desire to upset you."

"I get all that, man. But yer always talkin' 'bout shit that scares me."

Another round of coughs seized the B-Boy's lungs. Coughing had been a violent issue all night, but the rounds were growing in intensity. Horrified by his friend's obvious pain, Oblio cast his arms around the other. In return, Mo cast his arms about Oblio. They did not speak for what seemed like an age, desperately content to remain in silence. "Always talkin' shit," the B-Boy gasped, clinging to Oblio as if he were an anchor-the only device able to save him from overwhelming waves.

"Talkin' 'bout disappearing. Leavin' me behind."

Oblio's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" he asked, his forehead brushing against Mo's.

"Not once have I mentioned leaving. I would never-"

Anger seized amber eyes. However, another round of coughs seized Mo before emotions could earn a voice. "You keep on sayin' that type o' fuckin' shit, man," the B-Boy snarled. He clamped his hands onto the other's shoulders, eyes begging-

"But 'cher always...always leavin' me! Always-"

The color black threatened to erase everything. The bedroom, Oblio, the moon-everything. The ninja's words cleared the black sludge, but only for a moment. "Never will I do anything to hurt you," the dream promised, eyes radiant with confusion.

"I don't know what has crept into that vivid imagination of yours, but it isn't in my wishes to abandon you. Now calm yourself, and enter a world of dreams."

"Fuckin'-don't 'cha get it, man? Y' can't-"

Black rain returned to Mo's vision. Oblio's grip on him tightened, but at the same time, it grew even warmer. He muttered something that must've been 'this isn't a common flu', referring to the Alomar's recent visit to the doctor. He opened his mouth to voice more concern, more fear to the ninja, but was seized by pain he could not measure. "Yer always spewin' off shit 'bout th' past," the B-Boy said breathlessly, peering into his friend's eyes.

"It's always about some long-gone kings, queens 'n their posse. Shit that freaks me out, 'cuz I know yer connected to it."

"As much as it pains me to say it, you're not making any sense," the enigmatic dancer said, eyes burrowing further into soft frustration. And whenever he spoke out of verse, as Mo called it, it was always an amusing matter. Mo couldn't suppress a smile, even with the atmosphere's tension.

"And you're freaking me out, by refusing to go to sleep."

"Jus' hear me out, Obi," the Alomar went on, voice weak but radiant. He smiled through a world of pain, straining to speak. Straining to breathe. Oblio wanted to jump up and get something-more tea, more herbal compress, a magic lamp to wish all of Mo's pain away, but Mo wouldn't let him leave. "Th' stories yer always tellin' me," the breakdancer said, clamping his hands on Oblio's arm.

"Yeah, they're mad cool, but...I can't help but...let 'em get under my skin. Ya know?"

"No, I don't," the ninja frowned, wondering if he had given Mo too much medicine. It didn't help to see how dreamy the Alomar's eyes had become. Amber moons were filled with distant happiness, calm and serenity-but at the same time, they were fearful. Frightened of a future he could not see.

"It's like this. Yer always talkin' 'bout battles against th' samurai. Wars 'n warriors. Usually, that shit would be right up this cat's alley, but...if ya keep talkin' 'bout it, I'm...I don't want any of that t' take ya away."

"How can stories of the past take me out of the present?"

"I dunno, man. It's jus'...I don't know anythin' 'bout ya, Obi."

"There isn't anything to tell," the dream snapped, increasingly concerned over his friend's condition. Oh, why wouldn't Mo just go to sleep? Damn it all!

"That's just it, yo! Ya ain't got nothin' t' tell me, other than shit 'bout 'cher ancestors! It's like yer from some far away kingdom or somethin', outta the future! 'n I'm worried 'bout wakin' up one day, and realizin' you've-"

"Stop it," tender eyes pleaded, setting a pain-stricken dancer back onto the bed. Amber eyes were filled with pain, but Oblio's courage retaliated.

"You have no reason to fear. Never will I give you a reason to doubt my unbreakable presence."

Oblio pulled the covers over his friend's quaking body, laid a hand against the other's forehead, and shut his eyes. "You'll return to the doctor's office tomorrow," the ninja growled, increasingly aggravated.

"I don't believe this. You were diagnosed with a flu, but your condition-"

"Yer funny."

"Excuse me?"

An amber hand struck one of the dream's cheeks. "Said yer funny," a distant, happy voice repeated. Amber moons flickered, and then they were shut.

"Ain't ever angry, unless somethin's gotta do wit' me being fucked up. If y' could only see yerself right now. Yer face is all tight."

"Will you please go to sleep?"

If only I had some type of tranquilizer dart, or a gun, or SOME device of that nature!

"I ain't fittin' t' go t'sleep, 'cuz I won't be able t' see ya anymore."

"You'll...ugh. Mo, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm never going to leave you. I'll be right here!"

"Always thinkin' 'bout me. Sweeter than whipped cream. I would tell ya I love ya 'n shit like that, but...ain't gonna do no good. Can't love ya if I ain't hangin' around much longer."

"All right. Say another word and we're off to the hospital."

"That so? Yer gonna punish me by takin' care o' me? Don't wanna spank me?"

"Just like taking care of a child..."

A hand soon began to run through Oblio's hair. "Damn, yer hair's pretty. Jus' like flowers. That's some velvety shit, right there."

Oblio gritted his teeth.

"Mo. Go. To. Sleep."

"Yer gonna be here, right? Y' ain't leavin'?"

"Now why would I leave?!"

The Alomar chuckled. Oblio was fit to burst, the poor thing, and it was only because his patient refused to rest. "Dunno," the B-Boy replied, beaming.

"Would be 'cuz I can't do nothin' fer ya. Yer always doin' shit fer me, and you'd rather be back at one of those castles yer always talkin' 'bout, takin' care o' Princess...whatever-her-name-was."

Good Heaven. I must've administered an improper dosage.

"You're the only Princess I want to take care of. Now shut up and go to sleep."

"I'm yer Princess, huh? Callin' me Princess Momo now, ain't cha? G's gonna get a kick outta that one."

Perhaps there's a brick around here. I could slam it into the back of his head. Not the best way out of this, but at least he'd fall asleep!

"Got th' prettiest hair, Obi. 'n yer always so damn soft. Wish I had taken th' time t' bone ya 'stead o' Coy. Love ya so fuckin' much, it hurts like Hell."

Finally.

Mo finally went to sleep, with a smile on a peaceful face.

Oblio, doing nothing to shut down his friend's latest confession, kissed the B-Boy's forehead. He then winced as if he had been stabbed, none too happy with his friend's last words.

Love ya so fuckin' much, it hurts like Hell.

"If this is by any chance my fault, I'll never forgive myself," the ninja snarled viciously, leaving no room for the heavens to doubt.

In the end, they were both afraid of seeing each other disappear.

Description
Fandom: Dance Central
*Pairing: Moblio (Mo/Oblio). Practice request from KIBAxHINATAx4EVA.
*Warning: FLUFFY MALE/MALE LOVE ABOUNDS. PLEASE STEER CLEAR IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO FLUFFY MALE/MALE LOVE. THANK YOU.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of this, save for the summary and my laptop.

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They were at world's end.

His bedroom was calm enough. Complete with lush white linen, a collection of old school records, and action figures, it was the perfect haven for a youthful heart. Over the years, he tailored the bedroom to fit his colorful cravings. With a musical heart, and an undying fondness for comic books, he transformed a pale room into a painting. On that night, though, shades of blue anxiety occupied the room.

He was in bed, much against his will. His amber eyes were filled with their usual song, but anguish dampened exuberant light. He had the eyes of a fearful fawn, wondering about the future. Right across from him sat a friend, someone he trusted beyond words. Someone willing to challenge the confusion, frustration and fear seen within amber moons.

The night was growing old, but Oblio refused to leave his friend's side. Mo still needed him-that was as clear as moonlight. The B-Boy tried to tell Oblio to get some rest, tried to have the night end, but it was of no use. The ninja refused to leave the chair he had placed, right at the other's bedside. And as much as Oblio's vigil pained him, Mo was infinitely happy. Suddenly stricken with an odd sickness, he was in dire need of companionship.

Especially since a certain someone had flown off the deep end.

Mo always looked as if Oblio would vanish, without a moment's notice. He knew nothing about his friend, so it was only reasonable to expect a dream to disappear. But the ninja never left his friend's side-not even in slumber.

"Make sure you are properly dressed. Today's weather calls for the warmest clothing."

"Practice can wait. You've done enough for today."

"Don't stress yourself. Exceeding your limits will be counter-productive."

The dream's words were always kind. Far more kind than those of MacCoy's. Gramma Phoebe's boy was tolerable in the beginning, but as time went on...true colors gradually rose to the surface. And at every opportunity, pretty blue eyes crushed amber eyes. Just as easily as feet crushed beetles. "I'm sick o' yo shit, man," the toprocker would always snarl, eyes flashing.

"I ain't goin' nowhere, stickin' wit' ya. Ain't got enough swag t' get 'cher self outta paper bag."

"Bein' around ya jus' makes me sick! Why don't 'cha go fuck yerself?!"

Mo always did his best to keep MacCoy afloat. The best was always done, for the sake of a lifelong friendship. But the wounds Mo healed were always replaced. With much deeper wounds. And Coy was never around to keep Mo from falling. The Alomar was sometimes stricken by a sudden illness-something no one could put a finger on. But-

A certain sunflower never stuck around to help.

Oblio, on the other hand, never left Mo's side. Glitch never wished to leave the B-Boy's side, but sometimes, the young thing needed rest. The dream watched over Mo, whenever Glitch couldn't. And on that night, the male with lavendar tresses had comforted his friend with a story. It had been another story about time-honored legends. One of adventures beyond the clouds, ancient kingdoms and radiant swords.

Mo was always afraid those stories would take Oblio away someday.

_____________________________________

He always made sure the Alomar was comfortable.

On that particular night, Oblio had administered an herbal compress on his chest. A bit of an awkward setup, but the ninja was infinitely gentle. Never one to heighten Mo's discomfort. There was a story behind the magical compress, but in favor of his sanity, the Alomar ignored it. He instead listened to how it would improve his body's condition. And help it did, filled with the most gentle, dazzling scents. Made of flowers from distant lands.

Not only that, but there was also the story. The hand-made tea. And he had put Glitch to bed, soothing the younger male's woes. Reflecting on all of this, Mo couldn't help but feel uneasy. Despite his body feeling heavier than a thousand tons of iron, the Alomar wasn't happy about being still. Oblio eventually had to go to bed, but if he left-

Would he ever appear again?

"Time to close your eyes," the ninja instructed. He always spoke as if he were in an eternal song, treating his words carefully. Wrapping them in elegance, sweetness and fragile love.

"I've kept you up long enough."

...

"Please tell me of your troubles. I'd rather not have you vanish, without relieving you of your woes."

"Fer starters, you can throw shit like 'vanish' outta yer vocab bank."

Oblio shook his head, looking as if he had stained a cathedral with black blood. "My choice of words disturbs you," he began, and was cut off by Mo before he could say any more.

"Y' ain't got no idea why, tho. Always apologizin' without ever knowin' where yer goin', or why yer headin' in that direction."

The ninja's eyes were always gentle, filled with the tenderness from a rose petal. Mo's emotional state filled them with even greater warmth, transforming them into silken pearls.

"I never bear any desire to upset you."

"I get all that, man. But yer always talkin' 'bout shit that scares me."

Another round of coughs seized the B-Boy's lungs. Coughing had been a violent issue all night, but the rounds were growing in intensity. Horrified by his friend's obvious pain, Oblio cast his arms around the other. In return, Mo cast his arms about Oblio. They did not speak for what seemed like an age, desperately content to remain in silence. "Always talkin' shit," the B-Boy gasped, clinging to Oblio as if he were an anchor-the only device able to save him from overwhelming waves.

"Talkin' 'bout disappearing. Leavin' me behind."

Oblio's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" he asked, his forehead brushing against Mo's.

"Not once have I mentioned leaving. I would never-"

Anger seized amber eyes. However, another round of coughs seized Mo before emotions could earn a voice. "You keep on sayin' that type o' fuckin' shit, man," the B-Boy snarled. He clamped his hands onto the other's shoulders, eyes begging-

"But 'cher always...always leavin' me! Always-"

The color black threatened to erase everything. The bedroom, Oblio, the moon-everything. The ninja's words cleared the black sludge, but only for a moment. "Never will I do anything to hurt you," the dream promised, eyes radiant with confusion.

"I don't know what has crept into that vivid imagination of yours, but it isn't in my wishes to abandon you. Now calm yourself, and enter a world of dreams."

"Fuckin'-don't 'cha get it, man? Y' can't-"

Black rain returned to Mo's vision. Oblio's grip on him tightened, but at the same time, it grew even warmer. He muttered something that must've been 'this isn't a common flu', referring to the Alomar's recent visit to the doctor. He opened his mouth to voice more concern, more fear to the ninja, but was seized by pain he could not measure. "Yer always spewin' off shit 'bout th' past," the B-Boy said breathlessly, peering into his friend's eyes.

"It's always about some long-gone kings, queens 'n their posse. Shit that freaks me out, 'cuz I know yer connected to it."

"As much as it pains me to say it, you're not making any sense," the enigmatic dancer said, eyes burrowing further into soft frustration. And whenever he spoke out of verse, as Mo called it, it was always an amusing matter. Mo couldn't suppress a smile, even with the atmosphere's tension.

"And you're freaking me out, by refusing to go to sleep."

"Jus' hear me out, Obi," the Alomar went on, voice weak but radiant. He smiled through a world of pain, straining to speak. Straining to breathe. Oblio wanted to jump up and get something-more tea, more herbal compress, a magic lamp to wish all of Mo's pain away, but Mo wouldn't let him leave. "Th' stories yer always tellin' me," the breakdancer said, clamping his hands on Oblio's arm.

"Yeah, they're mad cool, but...I can't help but...let 'em get under my skin. Ya know?"

"No, I don't," the ninja frowned, wondering if he had given Mo too much medicine. It didn't help to see how dreamy the Alomar's eyes had become. Amber moons were filled with distant happiness, calm and serenity-but at the same time, they were fearful. Frightened of a future he could not see.

"It's like this. Yer always talkin' 'bout battles against th' samurai. Wars 'n warriors. Usually, that shit would be right up this cat's alley, but...if ya keep talkin' 'bout it, I'm...I don't want any of that t' take ya away."

"How can stories of the past take me out of the present?"

"I dunno, man. It's jus'...I don't know anythin' 'bout ya, Obi."

"There isn't anything to tell," the dream snapped, increasingly concerned over his friend's condition. Oh, why wouldn't Mo just go to sleep? Damn it all!

"That's just it, yo! Ya ain't got nothin' t' tell me, other than shit 'bout 'cher ancestors! It's like yer from some far away kingdom or somethin', outta the future! 'n I'm worried 'bout wakin' up one day, and realizin' you've-"

"Stop it," tender eyes pleaded, setting a pain-stricken dancer back onto the bed. Amber eyes were filled with pain, but Oblio's courage retaliated.

"You have no reason to fear. Never will I give you a reason to doubt my unbreakable presence."

Oblio pulled the covers over his friend's quaking body, laid a hand against the other's forehead, and shut his eyes. "You'll return to the doctor's office tomorrow," the ninja growled, increasingly aggravated.

"I don't believe this. You were diagnosed with a flu, but your condition-"

"Yer funny."

"Excuse me?"

An amber hand struck one of the dream's cheeks. "Said yer funny," a distant, happy voice repeated. Amber moons flickered, and then they were shut.

"Ain't ever angry, unless somethin's gotta do wit' me being fucked up. If y' could only see yerself right now. Yer face is all tight."

"Will you please go to sleep?"

If only I had some type of tranquilizer dart, or a gun, or SOME device of that nature!

"I ain't fittin' t' go t'sleep, 'cuz I won't be able t' see ya anymore."

"You'll...ugh. Mo, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm never going to leave you. I'll be right here!"

"Always thinkin' 'bout me. Sweeter than whipped cream. I would tell ya I love ya 'n shit like that, but...ain't gonna do no good. Can't love ya if I ain't hangin' around much longer."

"All right. Say another word and we're off to the hospital."

"That so? Yer gonna punish me by takin' care o' me? Don't wanna spank me?"

"Just like taking care of a child..."

A hand soon began to run through Oblio's hair. "Damn, yer hair's pretty. Jus' like flowers. That's some velvety shit, right there."

Oblio gritted his teeth.

"Mo. Go. To. Sleep."

"Yer gonna be here, right? Y' ain't leavin'?"

"Now why would I leave?!"

The Alomar chuckled. Oblio was fit to burst, the poor thing, and it was only because his patient refused to rest. "Dunno," the B-Boy replied, beaming.

"Would be 'cuz I can't do nothin' fer ya. Yer always doin' shit fer me, and you'd rather be back at one of those castles yer always talkin' 'bout, takin' care o' Princess...whatever-her-name-was."

Good Heaven. I must've administered an improper dosage.

"You're the only Princess I want to take care of. Now shut up and go to sleep."

"I'm yer Princess, huh? Callin' me Princess Momo now, ain't cha? G's gonna get a kick outta that one."

Perhaps there's a brick around here. I could slam it into the back of his head. Not the best way out of this, but at least he'd fall asleep!

"Got th' prettiest hair, Obi. 'n yer always so damn soft. Wish I had taken th' time t' bone ya 'stead o' Coy. Love ya so fuckin' much, it hurts like Hell."

Finally.

Mo finally went to sleep, with a smile on a peaceful face.

Oblio, doing nothing to shut down his friend's latest confession, kissed the B-Boy's forehead. He then winced as if he had been stabbed, none too happy with his friend's last words.

Love ya so fuckin' much, it hurts like Hell.

"If this is by any chance my fault, I'll never forgive myself," the ninja snarled viciously, leaving no room for the heavens to doubt.

In the end, they were both afraid of seeing each other disappear.