A Fairly Emo Reboot

Frederich held his throbbing, bloodied nose. He hardly ever bled. When was the last time he had bled...? He watched the drips of blood onto his hand, feeling some sort of emotion welling up inside of him. How dare she?

"Filthy, disgusting, worthless human." He ground his teeth together, muttering choice phrases under his breath. "Claude! We are done."

"I have no problems with that," said Claude, gravitating to Frederich's side. "Come on, let's get you patched up--Sigrid's behavior is inexcusable."

Frederich shoved him away.

"No!" He shouted angrily, still holding his nose. "You stay the fuck away from me. You and your sister will leave town now!"

"...Excuse me?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "What happened to being partners?"

He laughed.

"ME!? Partner up with your and your fucking insane bitch of a sister?!" He laughed again, waving his blood covered hand around. "No, you're fucking delusional!"

"We can just leave her!" he exclaimed, ignoring his sister's vehement protests. "I don't mind--if it's for you, I'll do it. I want this."

He laughed coldly.

"She would have to die before I'll let you back into my life"!

"I was never in your life," he insisted. "But I will be, starting now--you never have to see her again!"

"Do you swear!" He asked, shouting and nearly shaking Claude to death.

"Claudie!" exclaimed Sigrid, on the verge of tears; Claude eagerly shook his head anyway.

"I would do anything, Frederich."

"Then get rid of your sister because I never, ever want to see her again." He hissed.

"Just take me to your house, and we'll lock the door," he insisted. "I'll fix your nose."

"Fine." He snapped, grabbing Claude and dragging him away. "But if I ever see her again, I will drop you so fuckin' hard..."

"You'll excite me if you speak carelessly like that," he teased, gently squeezing Frederich's hand.

Frederich heartlessly smacked Claude in the jaw.

"Shut up and stop talking." He hissed angrily.

Claude numbly reached for his jaw. He stared for a long time, not saying anything.

"...You..."

Frederich said nothing. Claude was being a baby; he wasn't even bleeding, pussy.

"Are you done?"

"Are you?" he asked, his tone surprisingly indifferent.

"Excuse me?" He snapped. "Get out of here, if you're going to be a pansy!"

He shrugged.

"I will have you."

"Wh...what?" He asked, not processing things well due to his still rather high emotional state.

"Nothing," he said as they reached the house. "You have a first aid kit?"

"HAYDEN!" He practically screamed. "Where the everloving fuck is the first aid kit?!"

Hayden cautiously poked his head out from the ceiling, looking apprehensive. He had rarely seen Frederich angry; when he had, no good had come of it.

"Bathroom," he said quickly, pointing. "Faith and I used it the other day on her scraped knee."

Claude grabbed Frederich's arm.

"Come on, then--show me your bathroom if you want to get cleaned up."

He dragged Claude along.

"Fix my nose." He snapped, sitting on the toilet.