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Amazing Grace	By : RotSeele Category: A through F > A Clockwork Orange Views: 2542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Amazing Grace
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
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IV

Alex was aware of Kyle holding his hair away from his face, and not much else. The two had fallen into a routine of sorts – Alex would bring Kyle back to his apartment for a bath and then the two would walk the city, simply talking. But there were weeks where Alex wouldn’t see Kyle at all, and he’d grow angry when Kyle wasn’t waiting for him at the alley. So this time, when he saw Kyle – a dirty, scrawny rag-covered Kyle – he snapped.
Alex hadn’t even realized the nausea was rising to a crescendo until he’d stumbled his way into the alley band began to be violently ill. And he couldn’t understand why Kyle – bloody and bruised, fucking beautiful – wasn’t running away. No, Kyle was beside him, holding Alex’s hair back, humming a soft hymn Alex had heard somewhere in his childhood.
When he finally stopped retching, Alex turned his head to look at Kyle, and saw only understanding reflected in those hazel eyes.
“Why?” Alex choked out between spitting. “Why did you leave? Where did you go?”
Kyle squirmed a little. “There was a concert,” he hedged.
Alex straightened, wiping his mouth with his shirtsleeve as he stared down at his dirty droog. “A concert?”
Kyle bowed his head in remorse at the undertones of anger in Alex’s kind words.
“I should’ve told you, I know, but I was excited. I didn’t want to miss it because I missed the last one and-“
Alex cut Kyle off, placing his index finger on the boy’s lips.
“Just tell me what concert.” Alex said sweetly but demanding all the same. Kyle mumbled something. Alex let a smile grow and stroked the younger boy’s cheek. “I won’t ask nicely a second time.”
“Third, but that’s beside the point.”
“Kyle.”
The young urchin heaved a sigh. “I went to see Chopin, all right?”
“Chopin is dead.”
“So is God, but I don’t hear anyone complaining.”
Alex couldn’t help the amused smile that grew, finally sighing. “Nietzsche was making a point about society.”
“Nietzsche was a whiny little bastard, end of story.”
This time Alex laughed out loud. Kyle just looked at him with that confused smile, willing to join in. Alex shook his head, however, and put an arm around his droog’s shoulders.
“We’ll get you a bath,” Ale said, “and then we’ll discuss Nietzsche.”
“You don’t like Chopin, do you?” Kyle asked as he plodded along beside his leader, watching Alex’s eyes darken in some bloody memory before the darkness cleared.
“I prefer Beethoven.”
“The dog?”
Alex had to bite his cheek to keep from lashing out at the dumb kid. Only when he heard the barely contained giggles did he realize he’d been baited. He looked down at Kyle, seeing the mirth in his hazel eyes. Alex was struck with a thought at that moment, one that made him wonder. Kyle was unusual, certainly, but the degree to which he was unusual was unusual. Alex let the dirty ragamuffin get ahead of him, and as Kyle move ahead, Alex pictured wings on that small back. An angel? Alex snorted at his own thought. Even if there were such things, an angel would never choose Alex. He was the Devil’s child, through and through.
“Brother!” Kyle’s voice broke through Alex’s reverie, and for a long moment, Alex thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Then a cloud moved over the ray of sunlight, and Kyle was just dirty Kyle again, but still he shone with the radiance of the heavens. Alex shook his head and started after Kyle once more, letting his droog take hold of his hand. It was an oddly nice feeling, Alex decided, being genuinely wanted. So Alex decided to play it up a bit, maybe get something close to affection from Kyle.
Maybe get something else too.
Almost automatically, Kyle bee-lined to the bathroom once in Alex’s apartment, shedding his dirty attire as he went. Alex mournfully picked up the clothes, relaxing that the articles had once been his. At this rate, his entire wardrobe would end up in the garbage.
Just as the blonde man picked up that annoyingly purple scarf he heard the water turn on, and a thought crossed his mind. He decided the clothes could wait and tossed them in the hamper, Kyle’s shortly followed by his own. Slowly, deliberately, Alex eased into the bathroom and opened the shower door. Kyle merely stared at him from beneath the spray, hazel orbs drifting downward to give an appraising stare before Alex demanded the boy’s full attention.
“So,” Kyle began softly, easing into Alex’s personal space as the elder soaped a washcloth, “Beethoven, huh?”
“Of course.” Alex replied almost curtly. “His music is something that you can actually move to. Imagine things to. Chopin is just – it’s piano.”
“Piano can be equated to imagination.”
“Not like Ludwig. Cellos and violins, they’re voices screaming out as though they’re calling for war. Pianos are just peace-loving creatures.”
“So Ludwig is to bloodshed like Chopin is to wanking.”
Alex blinked. Shrugged. “Close enough, I suppose.”
Kyle laughed, closing his eyes as Alex made to scrub his face and neck. “Chopin can be used for violence, you know. Have you ever listened to him? To anyone besides the good Beethoven?”
Alex’s face twisted into a hateful glare. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can.”
“No, I can’t.” Alex said angrily, shoving Kyle into the spray of hot water. “No music of any kind.”
Kyle shook himself, pulling clumps of wet hair away from his eyes to stare up at his leader. Very carefully, he ventured, “Why not?”
“Because They did something to me. Messed with my brain and made me equate music to violence, and violence to sickness. Therefore-“
“Music equals pain.” Kyle said understandingly. Alex gave the boy an affectionate pat.
“That’s right?”
“That’s silly,” Kyle said finally, taking the washcloth from the elder to scrub his body.
“However stilly, it’s still working.”
“I see.” Kyle hummed softly, eyes closed in thought. “Well, it’ll go away.”
“Alex frowned. “How do you know?”
Kyle just looked at Alex, judging and weighing Alex supposed. Then the kid just shrugged.
“They tried it on me. Some sort of experiment to try and get me off the streets. Didn’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Like I said before, I turned off my brain.” Kyle gave a rueful smile. “I picked a point on the screen, and stared at it. Sound was the first to go, then vision. After a while, They gave up.”
Alex blinked. Could it have really been that simple all along? Could he have done what Kyle had done? Simply shut everything out until They stopped getting results? Too late to try now though, Alex mused.
“I find ways around it.” Alex said finally, watching water sluice down Kyle’s body and swirled down the drain.
“Everyone does,” the younger man replied. “It’s survival, determination – whatever you want to call it.”
“Desire.” Alex mumbled.
Kyle giggled. “That too.”
Alex shifted, well aware of Kyle’s eyes on him. He met those hazel orbs with his own brown gaze, well aware that Kyle was tensing. Whether in anticipation or fear Alex didn’t really know or care. But what he did know was that he had found a kindred soul, someone who was, essentially, just like him – only more innocent.
“What do you desire?” Alex asked even as he traced his fingertips along Kyle’s jaw line.
“Anything you want,” Kyle replied with a smile. “But I’d like to know your name.”
Alex blanked. “Why?”
“Well, screaming ‘brother’ at the top of my lungs during the throes of passion is a little creepy.”
Alex couldn’t help it. He should have been annoyed, even angry, but there was only mirth.
“Well,” he said between fits of barely contained giggles. “I don’t want to tell you.”
Kyle grinned up at him then, head tilted to one side. “Well, then, allow me to make your acquaintance, man whose name I do not know.”
"Shut up,” Alex growled in jest and crushed their mouths together, holding tight to the smaller, startled frame.
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