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Karkat's POV
Quiet. That's all she ever was. She never talked in class unless she was called, she never even sat with anyone during lunch; nobody knew where she ate, or if she even ate at all. She just seemed to disappear. Sometimes you wish you could do that.
But, when she did speak, you savoured every word. Her voice was like silk; like a whisper of something hidden- something controlled. Her head, that head of beautiful (h/c) hair, was forever downturned, her hands neatly folded. In class, her eyes attentive, but never on anything other than the lesson. She was a mystery, (y/n,) and it was one that no amount of loud ranting would solve. Was she interesting? Yes, of course. Beautiful? Hell yes, but that didn't mean anything would actually come of it... but that didn't mean a troll couldn't dream...
Your POV
Loud. That's all he ever was. His voice, forever present in every situation, echoed within the confines of your mind. Strong and powerful. Sometimes you wish you could speak as such. His head, always alert, was the home of beautiful ashy red eyes, not fully red, as you were informed they become, and, dare you say, adorable candy corn horns crowning a mop of curly raven locks.
But there were times when his voice could not be heard; times when the voices of others were obliged to overpower one powerful voice, and you- only you- noticed. Only you noticed the aura of pain, of deep thought, of concentration, of longing, of a strong hearted being that enveloped him in his few moments of silence. Was he interesting? Yes- why else would you, of all people even bother to observe his mood. Beautiful? Definitely; but none of that- none of it- meant that anything would come of the emotions you so carefully tucked away within yourself... but that didn't that a girl couldn't dream.
~~~
--At School; Lunch Time--
It was, once again, lunchtime. All in all, though you were quite successful, by all means, when it came to school and academics, social skills were your mortal flaw, and so you decided that you would avoid social interaction as much as possible- the first step of this being to avoid all human contact during lunch. Your solution? Simple. Find a secluded spot to eat where you might observe the other students but not have to speak or come into contact with them.
However, while the solution itself was simple, it's execution was much more challenging. eventually, you did manage to find the perfect hidi- er, eating area: Very near to one of the most crowded eating areas, just outside the crowd of students, stood a low hanging tree, braced right next to the fence surrounding the perimeter of the school grounds. It's branches were spread out in such a way that you could easily, from behind the fence, climb into it with your lunch and, sometimes, even a few books. In this tree, you sketched, read, ate- whatever you felt like doing on any particular day. It helped a lot that you were just outside everyone's eating area. That way you could observe them all uninterrupted.
Often, your attention was drawn to the table of trolls at which Karkat made it his duty to sit at the head of. You'd noticed that he seemed to have some sort of leader complex. Noted.
One of your very favourite things to do was observe. observe and note. You have a gift that not many people have or even notice. You can spot emotions and lines of thought through a person's face and gait; Karkat, however was a bit of an anomaly. He seemed to have quite a complex personality. He wore a mask and covered up his emotions- unless he was angry, or quiet. When he was quiet was the only time you had been able to figure his true emotions out, but you still had trouble deciphering what they meant to him. You figured that the only way to do this would be to talk to to him- a feat you had yet to accomplish. Little did you know, this would, as fortune would have it, happen in the very near future.
The bell rang and you gather your things in a basket with a rope that attached it to the tree and lowered it down. Swiftly, you climbed down the tree, gathered your things, and threw the basket up into the tree for tomorrow. You were quite pleased with your fool proof little pulley system. It had not failed you yet.
You speed walked to your locker, head down. You got your things for the next subject, math, and quietly closed your locker door. However, as you turned and started walking to math, you collided with a very familiar mass of grey sweater.
...
And fell backward on your ass.
Shit.
Karkat's POV
Lunch had ended and you'd decided to try and look for (y/n.) It was pretty easy to find the general location of the locker, but not it's owner. There were just too many students milling around. After about a minute, you found yourself just walking around aimlessly, leaving fortune to lead you to her.
And then some fuckass bumped into you.
"Hey, watch where the fuck you're going!"
That was the first thing that came out of your mouth before you'd even stopped to see who bumped into you. When you did, you regretted it instantly. There on the ground in front of you was (y/n.)
"Oh shit!"
Again, automatic response. Come on, Karkat, be nice. help her or something, dammit!
You knelt down and started to help her gather her things.
"Sorry, (y/n.) I did not fucking see you, there..."
And then you looked at her. And she was just staring at you. Not really staring, though. Analysing. Her eyes were flicking over your facial features and well all of you, and to be honest, it was making you really uncomfortable.
You waved your hand in front of her face.
"Hello? The fuck, why are you-"
"How did you know my name?"
"What?"
"How did you know my name?"
(y/n's) POV
So you were knocked on your ass. Oh, shit, blah blah, yada yada- Bright side! You had some observation time!
Use it, (y/n), You thought. So you did.
"Hey, watch where the fuck you're going!"
Automatic response. Outwardly brazen. Noted.
"Oh shit!"
Realization. Still brazen, though- no care for crude language. He cares, he's just not too quick sometimes. Speak first, think later. Noted.
And then, Karkat kneels to help.
"Sorry, (y/n.) I did not fucking see you, there..."
Wait a minute. How the fuck does he know my name? I've made myself very scarce, nobody actually knows my name.Unless... he... he wanted to know... because... no that's not possible... why...
He waved his hand in front of your face.
He cares. No, that doesn't make sense... oops, time's up. Start talkin, (y/n.)
"Hello? The fuck, why are you-"
"How did you know my name?"
"What?"
"How did you know my name?"
...
"Uhh, well... shit. 'Cause I do."
"Good enough, Karkat."
"Wait, you-"
"Yes."
"How-"
"Because I'm observant and you're a loudmouth."
"Why-"
"Because you're interesting."
At this point Karkat was blushing. Noted.
"Well if I'm so fucking interesting then why don't you talk to me?"
Genuine question. Genuine interest. Genuine... person... well, troll. Gotta answer. Genuinely.
"Because talking might be easy for you, but it's not for me."
"Really? Because in this entire conversation, you've cut me off three times."
"Well. Shit."
You chuckled. He smiled.
What the fuck is happening?
Then, he said,
"Well, are we gonna get off the fucking floor or what?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't notice."
At this, you blushed. It's not like you not to notice things. You both stood up and Karkat handed you your things.
"Well," he said, "We're both late for class now."
"Oh."
Another thing you failed to notice. Dammit Karkat. look what you've done. Well, there was nothing new in math to learn- you'd already learned the entire unit and half of the next one by last week.
" I had math, but, honestly? That teacher does not have a fucking thing to teach me," He said.
"Same here."
"So."
"So."
You were both smirking now. Somehow, you both knew exactly what the other was going to say. And so you said it in unison.
"Wanna skip class? Hell fucking yes."
And so, you had thirty minutes alone with Karkat. You wouldn't be learning math, but you'd certainly be learning. Learning Karkat.
What a wonderful turn of events.
Quiet. That's all she ever was. She never talked in class unless she was called, she never even sat with anyone during lunch; nobody knew where she ate, or if she even ate at all. She just seemed to disappear. Sometimes you wish you could do that.
But, when she did speak, you savoured every word. Her voice was like silk; like a whisper of something hidden- something controlled. Her head, that head of beautiful (h/c) hair, was forever downturned, her hands neatly folded. In class, her eyes attentive, but never on anything other than the lesson. She was a mystery, (y/n,) and it was one that no amount of loud ranting would solve. Was she interesting? Yes, of course. Beautiful? Hell yes, but that didn't mean anything would actually come of it... but that didn't mean a troll couldn't dream...
Your POV
Loud. That's all he ever was. His voice, forever present in every situation, echoed within the confines of your mind. Strong and powerful. Sometimes you wish you could speak as such. His head, always alert, was the home of beautiful ashy red eyes, not fully red, as you were informed they become, and, dare you say, adorable candy corn horns crowning a mop of curly raven locks.
But there were times when his voice could not be heard; times when the voices of others were obliged to overpower one powerful voice, and you- only you- noticed. Only you noticed the aura of pain, of deep thought, of concentration, of longing, of a strong hearted being that enveloped him in his few moments of silence. Was he interesting? Yes- why else would you, of all people even bother to observe his mood. Beautiful? Definitely; but none of that- none of it- meant that anything would come of the emotions you so carefully tucked away within yourself... but that didn't that a girl couldn't dream.
~~~
--At School; Lunch Time--
It was, once again, lunchtime. All in all, though you were quite successful, by all means, when it came to school and academics, social skills were your mortal flaw, and so you decided that you would avoid social interaction as much as possible- the first step of this being to avoid all human contact during lunch. Your solution? Simple. Find a secluded spot to eat where you might observe the other students but not have to speak or come into contact with them.
However, while the solution itself was simple, it's execution was much more challenging. eventually, you did manage to find the perfect hidi- er, eating area: Very near to one of the most crowded eating areas, just outside the crowd of students, stood a low hanging tree, braced right next to the fence surrounding the perimeter of the school grounds. It's branches were spread out in such a way that you could easily, from behind the fence, climb into it with your lunch and, sometimes, even a few books. In this tree, you sketched, read, ate- whatever you felt like doing on any particular day. It helped a lot that you were just outside everyone's eating area. That way you could observe them all uninterrupted.
Often, your attention was drawn to the table of trolls at which Karkat made it his duty to sit at the head of. You'd noticed that he seemed to have some sort of leader complex. Noted.
One of your very favourite things to do was observe. observe and note. You have a gift that not many people have or even notice. You can spot emotions and lines of thought through a person's face and gait; Karkat, however was a bit of an anomaly. He seemed to have quite a complex personality. He wore a mask and covered up his emotions- unless he was angry, or quiet. When he was quiet was the only time you had been able to figure his true emotions out, but you still had trouble deciphering what they meant to him. You figured that the only way to do this would be to talk to to him- a feat you had yet to accomplish. Little did you know, this would, as fortune would have it, happen in the very near future.
The bell rang and you gather your things in a basket with a rope that attached it to the tree and lowered it down. Swiftly, you climbed down the tree, gathered your things, and threw the basket up into the tree for tomorrow. You were quite pleased with your fool proof little pulley system. It had not failed you yet.
You speed walked to your locker, head down. You got your things for the next subject, math, and quietly closed your locker door. However, as you turned and started walking to math, you collided with a very familiar mass of grey sweater.
...
And fell backward on your ass.
Shit.
Karkat's POV
Lunch had ended and you'd decided to try and look for (y/n.) It was pretty easy to find the general location of the locker, but not it's owner. There were just too many students milling around. After about a minute, you found yourself just walking around aimlessly, leaving fortune to lead you to her.
And then some fuckass bumped into you.
"Hey, watch where the fuck you're going!"
That was the first thing that came out of your mouth before you'd even stopped to see who bumped into you. When you did, you regretted it instantly. There on the ground in front of you was (y/n.)
"Oh shit!"
Again, automatic response. Come on, Karkat, be nice. help her or something, dammit!
You knelt down and started to help her gather her things.
"Sorry, (y/n.) I did not fucking see you, there..."
And then you looked at her. And she was just staring at you. Not really staring, though. Analysing. Her eyes were flicking over your facial features and well all of you, and to be honest, it was making you really uncomfortable.
You waved your hand in front of her face.
"Hello? The fuck, why are you-"
"How did you know my name?"
"What?"
"How did you know my name?"
(y/n's) POV
So you were knocked on your ass. Oh, shit, blah blah, yada yada- Bright side! You had some observation time!
Use it, (y/n), You thought. So you did.
"Hey, watch where the fuck you're going!"
Automatic response. Outwardly brazen. Noted.
"Oh shit!"
Realization. Still brazen, though- no care for crude language. He cares, he's just not too quick sometimes. Speak first, think later. Noted.
And then, Karkat kneels to help.
"Sorry, (y/n.) I did not fucking see you, there..."
Wait a minute. How the fuck does he know my name? I've made myself very scarce, nobody actually knows my name.Unless... he... he wanted to know... because... no that's not possible... why...
He waved his hand in front of your face.
He cares. No, that doesn't make sense... oops, time's up. Start talkin, (y/n.)
"Hello? The fuck, why are you-"
"How did you know my name?"
"What?"
"How did you know my name?"
...
"Uhh, well... shit. 'Cause I do."
"Good enough, Karkat."
"Wait, you-"
"Yes."
"How-"
"Because I'm observant and you're a loudmouth."
"Why-"
"Because you're interesting."
At this point Karkat was blushing. Noted.
"Well if I'm so fucking interesting then why don't you talk to me?"
Genuine question. Genuine interest. Genuine... person... well, troll. Gotta answer. Genuinely.
"Because talking might be easy for you, but it's not for me."
"Really? Because in this entire conversation, you've cut me off three times."
"Well. Shit."
You chuckled. He smiled.
What the fuck is happening?
Then, he said,
"Well, are we gonna get off the fucking floor or what?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't notice."
At this, you blushed. It's not like you not to notice things. You both stood up and Karkat handed you your things.
"Well," he said, "We're both late for class now."
"Oh."
Another thing you failed to notice. Dammit Karkat. look what you've done. Well, there was nothing new in math to learn- you'd already learned the entire unit and half of the next one by last week.
" I had math, but, honestly? That teacher does not have a fucking thing to teach me," He said.
"Same here."
"So."
"So."
You were both smirking now. Somehow, you both knew exactly what the other was going to say. And so you said it in unison.
"Wanna skip class? Hell fucking yes."
And so, you had thirty minutes alone with Karkat. You wouldn't be learning math, but you'd certainly be learning. Learning Karkat.
What a wonderful turn of events.
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Trigger Warning: #Cursing (but, if you read homestuck, it shouldn't really matter to you or warrant a mature content either.
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heh. lol.
Trigger Warning: #Cursing (but, if you read homestuck, it shouldn't really matter to you or warrant a mature content either.
Karkat Vantas (c) Andrew Hussie
This Fan fiction and its Plot (c) Kima413
Part 1: You are here! dude, you've got some reading to do...
Part 2: fav.me/d8gc2iw
Part 3: fav.me/d8htc6p
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I found my Watson to my Sherlock....:33 lol