Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Instant Gratification ❯ He thought Caring Never existed... ( Chapter 1 )

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Instant Gratification
By: DeVaughn Brawaite.


"He thought caring never existed..."



That poor child. The outcome of one young child, someone so kind and loving of others, willing living alone on the debocle of a dog eat dog world. With nobody to have love for him, or give him the experiance of being loved and loved by, or want and experience being wanted by, a person can end up with the worst veiw piont of the world around them, which is somthing they would most likely call Hell. And, of all people to suffer this fact of divine rank of hatred and loneliness, a child had to be the one to earn its life- oblitherating embrace. One young male who's only problem was being born with this black fate, bound to him like a wedding ring passed to a doomed bride, who had been forbidden to be with her handsom Knight in Shining Armour, but was obtaining insted a horrible cop, whom has secretly been charged for rape.
At only 11 years of living on this place, earth, the little boy was soon already abandoned, left for the bullying and decaing life of the streets by his wealthy, but false-loving parents. They didn’t want to recive a child who had no talent to support there high rising Corperation. He couldn’t sing worth a broke man ears, dance to dodge bullets from hitting his feet, or fight to entertain even a baby. He was just a hopless wimp who played video games and read comics to the point that he had a divine passion for it. This is not what a powerful family would like to have. Not what his step-father, Victor, owner of Xlypher Corp, the would tolerate.
“If your not good enough to be a REGULAR person,” he once said. “then how the hell can you take over my business as my second!?!" And with that, the young boy was left out in the cold winter season, with only a small torn pack of clothes and himself to look after. That was a year ago.
He is 12 years old now, and his name was De’Vaughn Brathwaite, a child whom had thought caring never existed, and saddly became embarced to the darkness of Hatred and Decivement, hiding his plas for murdering you with a cheaky, " playful " looking smile of trickery.

And who am I, you ask? I just might be the one person to bring the light back to his eyes, before he ruins himself. And I just wish to one day make him a happy boy again...

MY Happy Boy...
I never really liked beautiful girls. I mean, they were definetly hot and all, but they are always, ALWAYS, quick to reject you, and if they decided not to embarass you in front of your so called 'buddies' , after they believed you did enough to earn them ( i.e: build a shape of they’re favorite animals on a mountian os snow, buy them a berserk ammount of diamonds, and get beat up and survive their “Bodyguard” test ), they just end up using you till your broke, then say something as bitchy as “Your not interesting in my life.”, or “You don’t have the money to support your girl!?!”. Then, of course there’s my PERSONAL, number one favorite: “Your really sweet and all, but I don’t think I’m good enough for you...”
Now, wait a minute! Let's change that “I’m” to ”your” and “you” to “me”, then we will have a News Channel 9 Special Report: “Asshole tells the truth?”! Then maybe things will-

“De’Vaughn!” Mister O’ Connor, the asian History Teacher, was a ruthless bastered of a middle aged man, with near-balding black hair and a thin, prickly goatee on a face that screems " Bitch! ". But one on there right mind wanted to mess with him, for he was also a large, muscular man that definitely didn’t take no bullshit from anyone. But he was a person that actually hurt his students when things don’t go his way. A lot of guys in high school was massivly afraid of him.
Yes, as you can tell, I am in school, going on the 5th period, in the classroom of the most feared and hated teacher of Gage Middle School. The class was'nt really that much, to my eyes. Nothing more than a tipical school atmosphre of growing winter snow, decorated with dusky floors, candy rapers, chewed gum, spiders, bright sunshine burning my skin as I wished to be seated in a more darker area, and a sharp edged ruler pointed at my face, compliments of your truly, Mr. O'Connor, with his expression something I would not want to see again. Ever.
“It seems that only you would be daydreaming at a time like this?” Said Mr. O’Connor, his dark skin becoming a lot heavier shade as I looked at him blankly. I told him thousands of times, as I did right now as your reading this: “I already know enough about Chinas' History.”
“Well, then, smartass,” The large man grabbed my by the back and almost tossed me to the blackboard with surprising strength.” Tell the class who was the best strategist known in the Hu, Shu, and Wei Dynasty?
“Zhuge Lian-”
“Wrong!” Connor smacked this sharp stick at the blackboard, making a load "clack" on impact, a dark glare in his eyes. “It’s actually…” it took only a matter of seconds till he got mad again. I was correct. I played Dynasty Warriors for PlayStaion 3...alot
“Okay, okay! Quiet!” He hushed the class, for they were laughing themselves to death at the shameful excuse for a teacher. It was RARE to see Mr. O’Connor get something wrong when he’s dealing with a student he doesn’t like. Meaning me in all critical directions. For some wild reason, Mr. O’Connor always had a Elite, Divine, Even Godly loathing for my existence. Especially when Jewel, an extremly beautyful woman came to live with him…
“Then tell me this,” The big man crossed his arms in pride, thinking that he had a question that finally got me stumped. What a muscle-brained Fool. “Even among the most feared and dangerous-”
“Lu Bu.” With that answer I sat down immediately, hoping that the teacher’ sudden bitch fit won’t go any higher then needed. “I mean, you WAS going to ask me 'Who is the most powerful fighter of the time?', right?”
“………” This is Unbelievable.
“Well,” One girl, her soft, dark brown female eyes looked over the book she was reading to look at my sorry face. “You was being just a little bit sarcastic…” She pinched the air to show how much of a little bit. In truth, she had to use two hands to messure the size. " If you call this a little bit. "
Un. Fucking. Believable!
“He doesn’t have to suspend me from school for the rest of the month just because I’M smarter then him!" That’s right. Mr. Big N’ Strong got so angry and embarrassed with me, that he ended up making a lie to the principal about me making repetitive verbal assaults to him, and he got me banned from my school from today, December 19th, till January 17th!
“Ah, common!” The girl replied, whipping her near-short, black hair behind her. “he’s always that short tempered with you around!”
“………thanks.” I looked away from her beautiful face, both because I was disappointed at her friend and also since I blush when she looks at me. God, She‘s was a gorgeous woman…
Silence lasted for 3 minutes. We just froze at that sentence, my eyes trying to find something to focus on in the room, as the first girl’s eyes locked dead on to me delectably. She knows -just as well as I know that she knows- that I get bothered when pretty girls look at me, yet she kept as she was.
“………” I was starting to feel myself arouse a little , so I half-distracted myself by eating my toasted sub. I wonder what she was thinking-
" -cute, ya know?”
"...Huh?" It took me a while to notice that she had said somthing to me “W-wait, What!?!”
“I said, ‘I’ll talk with Connor, ok? He'll forgets what happens easily when I 'motivate' him, ya know?' ”
I looked at her directly in her beautiful eyes for the first time. She said something else, I just know it…but...
“Thank you, Jewel…” Almost cracking a cofused smile, I continued to eat my sandwich. That was the name of the girl in front of me. Jewel was O’Connor’s friend and roommate (and maybe lover), who used to be my babysitter when I once lived with my step-father. Jewel Luster Density. Heh. That was her whole name. Ironic. Funny and Ironic, too, because just her pressence in front of a man represents that all to well.
She was beautiful- no, beyond beautiful -.Jewel was a blindly vivid woman, nearly a month past 24, taller then me -she was 5’11”. I stood at 5; 4”- with creamy, brown skin and large, brown eyes which even had a little amount of eye shadow. Her almost short hair was black with a fade of red next to the tips of the back and front, along with the arimed row of bangs.
Jewel wasn’t slim or skinny, but she was no where near chubby or fat, either. Seuxally thick,. That’s what most fan boys SAY about her, and more: from just fourteen boys, I was told she’s " sexy" , " hot", " seductive", " arousing", " titillating", " voluptuous", " beddable", " virile", " bootylicious", " rack topping" "luminous", ( deep breaths now…) " radiant", " arousing" , " comely and CUMely", " vivid", " jaw-dropping", " cute", " flirty", " sometimes sluty" (that came from hateful girls that had lost there boyfriend to Jewel), " intelligent", " orgasm-busting", " busty", " thick trunked", " unbelievable" and…well...
I think we hit the 7% mark on WHAT the boys saidt. At least you know what I mean. Anyway, Jewel was basically topless -though I sadly meant that non-literally -, And what she had on made her even more attractive, and “presentable”, with the amount of skin seen.
Her top was a small gray half tank with a pleasingly revealing opening in the middle of it, allowing easy sight to the generous plump of her flesh, which was pushed up with a tight blue “d cup” bra. She had on a shockingly skin tight daisy dukes, red and leather-like, that showed her silky legs and thighs. As for shoes, jewel preferred to have red heels with long leather straps up to her knees. She never really liked heels, but she knew I liked girls with high heels, and quote “since you wanted to speak to me so badly, I can make an exception!”. That’s what she said when I wanted to talk to her early after school. But of course she was just teasing, as always. Jewel just seemed to be like that alot with me; stretching at random times to get my attention, loudly exclaiming that she was taking off her clothes, bending down so I could see her backside or bra, plus many other nerve-busting things. Nevertheless, Jewel is only kidding. Just teasing as usual…I think.
“De’Vaughn? You alright?” Jewel rubbed my hand in a caring manner, which made me jerk back in surprise. “You look sad…”
“………” I nodded in response, and that indicated that “I was fine” to her. Even when being around people I knew, talking was not one of my special points. Damn, I thought to myself. I was alwas so soaked up in thought when it came to her…

“Well, sweetie, better finish that before we go!” she left the chair of the Quiznos ® resteraunt, waving to wide eyed looker at another table, who forgot the girl he had with him. The girl, heavily pissed of at her boyfriend, dumped a 24 oz coup of “boda-cola” on him before stomping out of the sub-sandwich store. This was seen by everyone in the store, adding shame to the man.
“Sorry ‘bout that honney!” Jewel said as she passed the confused one. “But it’s an illness that I have: W.O.M.D!”
“Wha-” He soon looked at me after Jewel was ahead of the door, giggling. “It means Weapons Of Mass Distraction…” I quietly said with a straight, nearly saddened face before I left the room.
Without hesitation, I laughed for approximate seven minutes straight. De’Vaughn, my depressed younger friend I once baby-sit in the past, had on a weak smile; he never laughed before, and even seeing a real smile was rare. We both was in a car a once famed Mercedes CLK-GTR custom edition, colored blue, driven by yours truly Jewel, across the New York highway to our destination. Today was going to be a special day for me and Mr. Depresso Brathwaite, if every thing goes as well as applied.
Everyday, after I finish the days' Collage course, and De'Vaughn gets done with school classes, me and him would go on a trip or two close by, or fly to diffrent states on weekends, like The Fair, Darian Lake, Disney Land, or the E3 convention ( thanks to my relation to a programer ), just so we could get some freash air, as I would tell De'Vaughn if he were to ask. The truth was, I wanted to...no, I should'nt think about that right now. Just keep driving, I told myself.
After I calmed down from laughter about the Quizno-thing, -you’ve should seen the look on that poor boys face!- I peeked a conversation with my little DeVaughn.
“So, Devy-kun,” I think that’s a cute name for him! “What are you going to wear?”
“Wear?” He sounded confused, and that was NOT a good sign. Don’t tell me he forgot about…
“You actually WANT me to go to the party thing, Jewel?”
Whew. At least he remembered! “Yes, sweetie! And it’s not a ‘party thing’!" I playfully smacked the back fo his head for his remark. "This is the State famed “Apple and Eve” Nightclub! It the Palace of where the celebrities are made, fashions become trade, and cute men like you get laid!” I looked over to the right to see if Devy reacted,but he just stayed as he was, resting his little head on his right arm as he looked out the window, looking woeful. Still looking sad. Still looking like a meaningless doll. Still looking like Darkness.
Even though I had to put on my playful attitude on the out side, I still kept it in my head that the poor boy was going through somthing I was told about by someone. I still knew that the exact same " somthing " was bothering him, living in him like Darkness and leeching out the Light that I once remembered noticing on him back then, just those many years ago. When DeVaughn once knew his reason to live and be happy...
But now, it seemed he had no life left deep inside. And it was all because he had nobody to have love for him.
(Why are you always depressed, De’Vaughn?), I thought to myself, driving down from the highway to the traffic light of the streets. ( You never laugh. And when you do, it’s only so everyone else won’t notice your sadness. But I see clearly past your mask of emotions. I know your hurting, bleeding inside like a broken stream pushing away the fish on there mating season, but you just dont know it me. But don't worry. I will find a way to break through you and make you the happy boy you once were...)

“My happy boy…” I muttered to myself.
“Huh?” He looked up at me, sober, possibly because I was taking him to a place he didn’t want to go to. Devy thought that he wasn’t meant to be “IN” with groups of people, and didn’t like to stand out, which was happening to him since…the first time I found him.
“Nothing! So,” I went back to the subject of the Dance event. “What are you going to wear? Because what you have on will NOT work!” Devy had on Gothic Cosplay clothing, a cross between Dantes’ red trench and boots, Sora’s kingdom hearts necklace, and a complete Sol Bad guy costume from Guilty Gear X2 (including the headband.)
“Sorry, but I’m keeping this on…” He looked back out the window.
“Fine. But don’t beg me for some style when you’re laughed at!” I nudged him on the shoulder.
After passing a few more trafic greens, I turned a corner and speed past many of New York’s large buildings and Neon Signs. The shine and glow from many ports of the city looked like beautiful multi-colored stars. The same “stars” that emitted way back when.
I can’t believe I still remember that moment. That time when I found my little friend and supporter De’Vaughn. He was so sad, so hungry and lonely. Yet I know he’d never expect to see me be the person to take him into my arm. Or to use my own money to get him food and clothing. And, most of all, De’Vaughn never noticed that I wanted to be one for him. I want to be his Light in dooming Darkness.
“You passed it, Jewel.”
I wonder if he will, one day...
“I’m going home to change, silly!”
...just one day, even if it was in utter chance,
" I think you'll like it, Devy-kun! "
…notice me…


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