Hey hey, Sniffles here! Anyways, what you will see below here is the start of something new and a little different for me. It's a co-written ficlet of sorts that started taking on a mind of its own after some conversations with another artist on Deviantart, and, just as a heads' up, not all of this will be written by me. In example, this chapter here.

Say hello to the creator of this fic and the one who started all of this madness... Taigraya! She's got an account here on FP as well, so if you've got time, do go say hi, okies? Enjoy!

Nyu-Yo-Ku Kuchidzuke

Chapter 1

Welcome! Please Create Your Profile For Your Friends To See!

Name: Giuseppe Giovanni Caputo (JJ for short)

Location: Manhattan, NY

Hometown: Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Here For: Dating, Friends

Age: 28

Height: 5’6’’

Weight: 175

Ethnic Origin: Italian (Half Neapolitan, Half Sicilian)

Religion: Catholic

Occupation: Gourmet Chef

About Me:

I’m an easy-going kind of guy. I love to cook; I can whip up anything and make it taste like heaven. I work on the Upper East Side at a gourmet Italian restaurant as a chef specializing in desserts. (If you’re in the area, come on by!) I hope to run my own restaurant one day with a full staff. I look younger than my age, so I get picked on at times. It’s something I live with, but hey, it builds character. If you want to know more about me, drop a message.

Create Profile?

Yes

Creating…Profile Saved! Have Fun!

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“Well, that was a bit weird.” JJ sighed. Who would have thought that creating these things would be so hard! Never did he think in a million years that he would have to wrack his brain so extensively over what to write for a website profile. He had an easier time making delicate dishes at work – hell; writing up notes for his recipes when he was a peon there just so he would survive was a walk in the park compared to this!

Giuseppe Giovanni, or JJ as he liked to be called on account of the general confusion as to how to properly pronounce his name, was not really one for talking about himself. Growing up in an Italian family-owned restaurant, he let his cooking do the talking. It took less effort to cook than to explain himself to others. If an Italian spoke, it was with their food – and boy, did he ever, considering he was cooking in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city.

This was why his best friend and god sister, Bernadette, felt that he should have more social interaction – and just maybe get a date. She had recommended a website where he could meet singles.

“Who knows? You might find a boyfriend who isn’t a scumbag.”

Bernadette’s words were ringing in his mind. True, he didn’t have a clue when it came to relationships, especially gay relationships. Sure, he dated, but they either ended because of work or they would cheat on him. So, he decided to give online dating a whirl. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky. He smiled.

“Let’s see who’s on,” JJ curiously mused. After a while of surfing, he didn’t see anyone that stood out to him. Then he saw a picture of a pale, green-eyed man in a black wifebeater that said “Boom I Fucked Your Boyfriend.” The guy, Merrick, had a crude sense of humor. However, that wasn’t what caught JJ’s attention.

It was his eyes: emerald green, a spiked ring of lurid crimson surrounding the outer edge of the iris, with slit, cat-like pupils that seemed to bore a hole into JJ’s soul. He had never seen eyes like that before; they seemed, at least to him, exotic. They were captivating, to say the least. He felt that he could look at them for hours and lose all sense of time. What am I thinking? JJ thought, I don’t even know this guy and already I’m drooling over him like some fan boy over a video game. For all I know those could be contacts. Even as he doggedly tried to convince himself of this, he found that he simply couldn’t stop staring at those eyes. There was something about this guy that positively screamed sex appeal, from the cocky smirk riding confidently on his pallid lips, to the pose that just begged one to do anything to him in the bedroom.

“Wait, did I just think… oh my god.” JJ uttered, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. He felt like he was standing in front of a furnace, and this man was the fire. There was this gravitational pull to him that made JJ so interested.

Maybe I could just write a message.

So, mind fawning over the residual image of the alluring man that had been burned into his thoughts, he wrote a general greeting, saying who he was and that he would like to talk to Merrick sometime. After he felt satisfied with his message, he clicked the “send” button and stretched in his chair. JJ looked at his watch, figuring it was time to get some sleep, considering that he had to get up at four in the morning for his next shift, and it was already –

Beep!

“Hmm? A message? Already?”

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To Be Continued...

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So... Like it? Hate it? Wish it would spontaneously combust? Leave me a review and tell me all about it! C'mon, I wanna know everything! -maniacal cackle-

Written by: Taigraya. JJ, might I add - as well as the characters directly interacting with JJ - belong to her as well.

And ha ha omg who was that he spotted on this site? None other than the asshole everyone hates to love and loves to hate... Merrick! Who, go figure, belongs to me.

Let's move on, shall we?