- Sancho and Zoek -

Chapter 1: The Meeting

A/N: I've written a lot of different versions of this fanfic, and I finally decided on this format for it. I like it...Ne? Also, please don't continue if you hate shounen ai...slash...yaoi...whatever you wanna call it.

Um...I must say, first chapters do suck. Please, please read past chapter one ;; It gets better, I promise!

This was originally meant to be posted on my website. I'm too much of an idiot to figure out how the bold and italics work on here ;; So, er...sorry 'bout that.

And...there's a whole lot more of this story up at my website. If you like this, GO THERE! It's got pictures, too!

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Sadly enough, it was a three day weekend and I was stuck here working overtime because that bitch Erika decided to go to Vegas for the weekend. The weather was sticky and hot, and wearing three layers of clothing didn't help much...But hey? Who know what a nice day it would turn out to be...

Oh, wait. You don't know who I am, right? Well...I'm Sancho Tristanburg. 20 years old, unhappily broke, and basically friendless. Yes...They all went off to college. Damn it, my parents wouldn't lend me the money...So here I am, stuck working at Klein's All Sports trying to make a living. The torture.

Anyway...You wanna know a secret?

...

I'm not human ;;

Really! I have demon wings! I was born with them. When I was in elementary school, I let them poke out from underneath my shirt, and everyone was scared of me. It made me so sad...And since then I've always distanced myself from other people, because someone out there knows, tells the others, and thus. When I was in 11th grade, my parents sent me to the hospital to have my wings removed. Since they were attached to me in a very odd way, I was given amnesia. Never did remember every little bit of it...But the wings grew back in a week. So much for that attempt.

...I want a hug. You know, just like those ads that say "Please give me a hug, I have AIDS". Well, for me, that'd be something like "Please give me a hug, I have wings". It's not fun being a demon. Not fun at all. Not to mention society does not recognize your existance as a group. A select few know the demons-and-other-unhuman-creatures group exists, but no one wants to bring attention to it. So I get treated like dirt because of the uneducated. sigh

Having wings though do have their advantages...Like I can fly! Can't do it in front of people though. And plus there are those anime freaks that would just die to see some wings on a hot guy like me...Okay, so maybe I'm not hot at all...but still.

All that stuff there was going to change today...yeah. And that's where our story starts!

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You see, I was looking down longingly at my skateboard...Well, my dream one at least. I've had it constructed and hidden under the counters for a month now. Expensive, yeah...but someday I will win the lottery and buy it! D

The little bell above the door ringed...And there was a guy. A very cute one, but he looked a little lost. Sulkingly he walked up to asked, "Um, can I use your phone or something?" so I led him to the phone...He called a tow truck. Turns out his car broke down...poor guy.

And then I noticed he was looking at me with a scary fangirl look. Yeah, that's right...A guy giving me the fangirl drool. oo That was a bit disturbing. Can you just see it?

"So...What's your name?"

"Ah? Name's Sancho. Yours?"

"Zoek. Pleasure." He reached out for a handshake, but I recoiled.

Suddenly there was a look of astonishment, realization, and affection all wrapped together on Zoek's face. "...Hey, wait a minute. I know you. You went to Lucky High..."

"Huh? Well, yeah, I did. What about it?"

"..."

"...?"

"SANCHO!! "

...He hugged me. OO

Oh my God. That was so scary. Random person I just met a few seconds ago glomping me.

"What the hell are you doing...?!" I asked.

"Gah, don't you remember me? Zoek! Zoek from 9th grade? I...I had to redo 9th. We were best friends...More than friends. Don't you remember?"

Honestly, I had not a clue what he was talking about. But there was probably a reason for that...I might have known this guy.

Either that, or he was a really insane person who hadn't had their medication yet today.

"You've changed so much from back then..."

...oo

"Aren't you going to say anything, Sancho?"

"Uh...If you let go of me, maybe."

Looking a tad disdained, he slowly released me from his grasp and looked up at me. I continued. "Really, I don't know you. Never saw you, never heard of you...not until today."

"You...you don't remember me?" Poor Zoek burst into tears. Customers were watching us...

Then a nun just happened to be passing by, stopped into the store, and whacked me on the head with her purse. Ow. The customers looked angry too...

"...What? I just don't...know..." I said.

Right then and there my boss came by (Too many people come by, I swear) and said, "Sancho, if you disturb the customers again, you're fired."

"But...but...I'm not, he is." I looked over at cryboy. His eyes were full of sadness and that look you just can't help but feel sorry for.

"Shape up your lil' buddy or ship out." To which I simply replied, "Yes sir..."

Zoek finally stopped crying. "It's okay...I don't want you to lose your job. They're so hard to get today..."

"Yeah...Do you have one?"

He blushed. "I'm a..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm a..." His eyes started to swell up with tears and emotion again. "BABYSITTER!!"

Whoo boy.

That was the final straw for Sancho's boss. "SANCHO! GET OUT! NOW!!"...Curse my luck. I wasn't fighting...So I dragged Zoek out by the hand. He seemed pretty happy while I was doing it, though...

"Hey...You missed your tow truck."

"..." Once again he began to cry.

"Gah, wait! Don't cry, don't cry...;; I'll drive you home myself!" His crying was making people stop and stare.

"Really, you will?!"

"Really."

"REALLY!?" What a scary look. That fangirl look again.

"Yeah. Really Zoek." I shuddered...

"...YAAAAAAAAAY!!" He jumped up and hugged me. Of course I pushed him away...I'm not gay. Now, people that were coming and going were staring at us...

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And that's how Zoek and I met. Or met again, I'm not sure which. Once we were in the car, he kept going on and on about the things we did when we were friends. Supposedly we both got in trouble for drinking and going to a strip club while on an exchange program with France. I thought that was quite interesting. And our teacher had to get us to the US Embassy.

He gave me his phone number...And his house address...And I decided to give him mine.

...

Er...what if he has the wrong guy?

But, I don't care. A friend is a friend, and he seemed quite eager to be my friend...And that means a lot to me. Maybe we can be good friends...