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Flinx Fanfic - Chapter 1 - 'Replacement'

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This is a fanfic of Flinx (Kid Flash x Jinx) of Teen Titans

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“Ha-chh!” Winter is coming soon, I can feel it from even my fingertips let aside my skin. That makes the night falls earlier till I can barely enjoy the sunset on the roof as I used to during summer. I stand right up just when the golden ball of light completely sinks into the horizon, before the sky starts adapting to the color of the night.

Time to get some dinner done for the boys, I suppose. They’d probably have their stomachs growling but too lazy to even dig something out from the fridge. I give my skirt a few pats and brushes, and then I head down to kitchen of our HQ.

I have to walk pass the corridor to reach the kitchen, and I find See-more standing just in front of my room door, looks like he’s hesitating to knock.

“You looking for me?” I pace a little closer, he looks shocked.
“Oh, Jinx. Oh, ah, so you’re not in your room, huh?” His sight flies around but not looking into my eyes.
“Yeah, I was, um, by the rooftop.” I’m still unsure if it’s good for me to tell him this. I don’t want my alone moment to be ruined, actually. “And you have anything to tell me?”
“Uh, um, well, I, uh, I think I, uh, do you want to get pizza today?” He stutters a lot to get a simple question done? I wonder what is See-more up to lately. I don’t remember he being this.. Awkward talking to girls?
“Ah. Hungry?” Not surprising.
“Um, yeah, I think.” He continues stutter.
“You guys go. I’m not hungry.” I shrug, reaching my key to the doorknob.
“But, but isn’t it cool if, uh, we hijack the pizza bar to- together?”
“Nah. I think caught a little chill from the roof just now. Gonna rest. You guys go ahead. Hijack or whatever you like.” I throw my other hand to the air, turning my back to him as I walk into my room.

The door is shut and then I click the lock. I flick the switch upwards as I watch the room lit up, turning the pitchblack into my favorite shades of pink, purple and black. “Ha-chh!” I sneeze again; I guess I did catch a cold. My body feels heavier so I plank right on the bed, tugging my head into the pillows. My eyes are staring into blank, till I later found out that my sight actually sets onto the purple vase at my bedside table. The red rose is slowly turning brown.

Despite feeling tired, I crawl across the bed and reach out to the flower and poke it softly with my pointed nails. The maroon bud nudges a little, the outer most petal fells off and lay on the table.

I think that explains why I am acting so strange these days, stoning out alone trying to figure out something in my head, but it just always ended up getting messier. I don’t even feel the hype of joining them robbing whatever it is anymore.

Must be what this guy has done to me. Kid Flash and this stupid, half-withered rose he left.

To be honest, I was flattered by his words. His words were sweet. Too sweet to be heard and I don’t suppose I should believe in. His concern makes me feel weak, like I’m calling out for help pathetically.

“What? You missed me already? I’m fluttered.” A voice rings in my ear and I felt a gust of wind rushes in from my window. Wait, why is my window unlocked?

The ‘wind’ of yellow and red circles the room for a few rounds, messing up my plush toys and also that few sketchbooks on my table. I know where this is going. I snap my fingers just to stop this going his way. And that gust of ‘wind’ trips over some cloth on the floor, got his legs tied up and then tumbles onto my grey lilac carpet.

“I don’t remember I invited you here.” My head is getting heavier and I don’t have any possible strength to kick this guy out of my room already. I decide to just stare from my bed as he tries to sit up and untie himself from the drape.
“I stop by because I figured you’ll need a replacement.” He shifts his sight from his tied legs to me, giving me a huge smile.
“Of what?” I try to hide my curiosity as I phrase my words sounded like I’m not interested.
“That.” He points to the vase, and then he turned his head downwards again to work on that knot.

There is another rose in the vase, right beside the almost-withered one. And he made two more petals fell.

I was speechless. I can never predict what he will do next.

“Winter is coming soon so I suppose it’ll wither a little faster. Ah, finally done.” He stands up and sits by the bed right after he unties himself. “Wow, comfy. That explains why you don’t even want to get up from here while taking to me, aye?”
“Get out of my bed,” I cast a blast and it buzzes his butt, the reflex makes him stands up. “Actually, get out of my room.”
“Hey, is it just me or your blast really gets weaker?” As expected, he is not listening.  He leans his face closer as he speaks, his blue eyes staring into mine. I try my best to lean backwards and stay farther away from his very close face. Does this guy even have a distance sense?
“Leave or I’ll make you—Ha-chhh!”

What a good moment to sneeze. Thanks, stupid body.

“Jinx?” He is astonished. The next second, he wipes his face with his gloves.
“I’m… Sorry.” I try to avoid eye contact. How disgusting of me sneezing onto people.
“Gosh, please tell me you didn’t catch a cold. Are you alright? Need a wipe? You should stay in your blankets. Oh, right, I should shut the window. I’m sorry, Jinx I shouldn’t have rush in here it’s almost winter already gosh it must be the way I run I brought cold wind into your room Jinx I’m sorry--”

He starts blabbing in such speed and it gets faster, till it turns into just a ring in my ears. My eyes got so heavy I couldn’t even focus on anything but his afterimage of yellow and red, sprinting across my room for whatever reason I can’t tell. I remember the last thing I hear before I lost my conscious is that he was sorry… For I don’t remember what it is.

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I have a sad, sad dream.

Voices that I do not recognize ringing in the darkness, mocking me of how useless I am. Their words are hurtful, and so is their laughter. I can feel their penetrating vision burning my grey skin with their judgments. I recognize the pain. It is the one which drives me so desperate to prove my existence is doing any good. The one which makes me to have no choice but believe in what Brother Blood, my headmaster offers.

Weird is that I’m not able to do anything to it in my dream. My eyes won’t gleam. The sorcery does not appear when I try to cast them. Nothing crumbles, there is nothing to crumble. Nothing. And the pain just continues.

My head hurts as their voices and their laughs keep ringing.

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“Please… Be well soon…” I feel a nudge on my right hand. I open my eyes and a silver lightning almost blinds me. The ring in my head isn’t there anymore. It feels like a long, long nightmare, afterall.

I feel a warm grip in my right hand. As I try to focus my sight I catch a glimpse on shades of orange, yellow and red.

Kid Flash was sitting right beside my bed, sleeping, sleep-talking, his hand holding mine. I try to shake off his grip right when I feel something running up my cheek.

“Jinx?! Oh thank god you’re awake. Are you feeling better? Still cold? Do you want to rest more? Need anything? Wipes? Water?” He starts blabbing again once he opens his eyes. He bops around like a worried mother, words coming out so fast I don’t even know which to response first.
“Yes. Thanks. Now please leave.” I throw a pillow on him to stop him from speed-talking.

He freezes for a second, and then he reaches his hand out and put it on my forehead.

“Hm, looks like the heat is all gone. Good, good.”
“LEAVE!!!” I scream.
“Okay, okay, I’ll leave. Just making sure if you’re really okay, y’ see? You shocked me a little last night.” He paces backwards to the window side while he has both his hands up in the air.

“Shut the curtain, please. And please don’t ever come visit again, trouble-maker.” I speak bitterly.
“I’ll stop by again when you need a replacement, don’t worry. Also--”

I feel that wind again. It circles the room and then I feel a very, very soft touch on my forehead.

“--Don’t make me worry too much of you ‘kay? Slowpoke,” And then, he is gone with the wind. For he is that gust of wind.
“Trouble-maker.” I’m not sure why am I mumbling that to the room.

I somehow do and do not wish that he really stays by my side for the entire night.

Also, I somehow do and do not wish that the touch on my forehead just now is what I think it is.

Nonetheless, I somehow do and do not wish that he’ll be back again, with this stupid ‘replacement’.
KF and Jinx is my favourite OTP from Teen Titans! Even ahead from Robin x Starfire! XD

I'm trying to write something  of them to fill in the spaces in between Lightspeed till Titans Together.. Since nothing in between them was told when they both show up together at the very last of the fight :p

I'll update it slowly though since I have schools and all-- I hope you guys like it X3


Disclaimer: I do not own Jinx, Kid Flash, or any other character mentioned in this fanfic.
They all belongs to DC and Cartoon Network.
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Me encanto. Quisiera que continúe ;-;