Title: Incomplete
Author: Aliasphire
Rating:
NC17 Genre: Romance
Warnings: Not Related Twincest, Language, Hurt / Comfort, AU.
Pairing: Bill / Tom
Side Pairing: Bill / Andreas Disclaimers
: Tokio Hotel does not belong to me. All that is recounted in these pages is only a figment of my imagination, so nothing has really happened. I write for personal pleasure and not for profit.
Summary: "Not too much or you sculettare dismantles" Tom made his debut from the bottom of the class, making everyone else laugh. Professor understood.
The Moor's grimaced and threw his notebook on the desk.
"Tell me what I do and do it quickly, I have no time to lose," he spat in my face the teacher as she tried with all his might to hide the embarrassment caused by the stupid joke that stupid Tom. Although it's now those insults bounced.
Incomplete
Chapter 1.
would be able to distinguish the sound of those heels in a million.
He looked up from his well made cane between his fingers a couple of minutes to lay it on the legs long and slender shadow of the black was in the middle of the courtyard.
shook his head. It was useless to think about it.
In that school had a reputation to maintain and could not stop being an asshole just because what he thought was the most horny chick on the planet that was not that fag of Trümper.
God, how did it piss off.
"Earth calling Tom," Georg said, shaking his hand before his face. The Rasta emerged from his thoughts and smiled. A fake smile like a pair of twenties who had the portfolio.
"Are you going to fumartela all?" He asked looking at that cane now a little larger than a fingernail.
Tom shook his head and took a last shot, his throat burning with smoke coming out from the filter and a bad cough, a bitter taste in the mouth and a shudder that shook him to the meninges.
Georg laughed, looking at David, sitting on the wall beside him, listening to music and trying to move unlikely rapper.
"Fuck you, assholes. A-help me, "murmured Tom Georg clinging to the shoulder and avoid choking. His friend dropped
a punch on the back, making it stop, and chuckled.
"Better?" He asked laughing.
"Bastard. I'm going to class, "he concluded with a two glaring eyes and pulling his hood over her head.
sank a good half of the arms in the huge pockets of his sweatshirt and walked towards the main entrance, unable to do without dropping his eyes on the hands of that little cocky Andreas laid on the ass of Tru , mto, while the latter agreed to suck his tongue.
He grimaced.
Unlucky \u0026lt;i> most unlucky loser equal to the second \u0026lt;/ i>, he told himself mentally, thinking about the math test the day before.
Imagine those ruddy hands on the ass of Trümper, in the middle of the courtyard, right in front of everyone, made him lose the desire to eat at least for the foreseeable future. Yuck.
too focused on looking at that point, he realized that Bill was staring at him, penetrating her with those two eyes of ice, from behind the shoulder of Andreas. The Rasta
opened his eyes and resumed his serious expression, as much as the icy Bill. He showed
the middle finger before he disappeared in the huge atrium.
**
As usual, Bill was sitting in the last row, and spaced apart from the other corner. The look out the window, watching the clouds concentrated form that changed.
He was not even listening to the sound of more voices of Tom and his gang of shits that did not seem to know each other outside the adjectives of "fag."
snorted, taking a swing chair.
In fact he did not care to know why they did it. He was convinced that if he wanted, he could drop all of them at his feet. As he had succeeded with quell'imbranato Andreas.
was part of that group, but since Bill had managed to shove his hands in his pants, had cast him out to kick some ass.
Traitor, had called.
"Trümper," thundered the professor, making him freeze on the spot.
He turned and was able to clearly distinguish the laughter of Tom hover for the class, while Georg was detached from his ear.
certainly had one of his usual comments on how well they had moved my hair as he turned.
"Let's see what you tell me the lesson for today," the professor, he began to ripple with a sadistic smile on his face and throwing the glasses on the desk.
Bill rolled his eyes. If there was a matter which had not gone well, that was certainly the mathematics. "Shit," it hissed through clenched teeth as he stood up and placing the pants.
"The Notebook, Trümper.
Bill grabbed the notebook of its kind with a couple of pages in stunted and walked wearily up to the chair.
"Not too much or you sculettare dismantles" Tom made his debut from the bottom of the class, making everyone else laugh. Professor understood.
The Moor's grimaced and threw his notebook on the desk.
"Tell me what I do and do it quickly, I have no time to lose," he spat in the face of the professor as he tried with all his might to hide the embarrassment caused by the stupid joke that stupid Tom.
Although now these insults the bouncing.
The professor said the equation and Bill wrote the numbers on the board, focusing on making good his calligraphy featured in this black material.
Tom bit his lip as he walked the line of the backbone of the Bill that was visible through her shirt.
course, if all the girls who had taken to bed that they had physical, he might have already found some mother for her children.
Already, her children.
Look what Bill was terribly skinny's brought to mind the fragility of his two blond frugoletti waiting for him at home and it's a lip trembled. Not even two hours had passed and already could not wait to spupazzarli.
\u0026lt;i> Cursed Bill \u0026lt;/ i>, she thought as she bit the inside of the cheek in blood and thought some other joke to be trimmed.
It was one thing to think that her children were tender, another was thinking that it was Bill. What a fruit and cynical asshole.
But it was useless to hide. Fascinated him.
charming, but nothing more.
course.
Bill shifted his weight on one foot and scribbled some number on the board, hoping to hit at least someone.
"What the hell are you doing?" Shouted the professor shocked and opened up our eyes to what he had written the dark.
Bill dropped his arm and looked at him confused. It was not his fault that in mathematics there had never understood a shit and did not even know where to point chalk.
"Someone comes to help," he asked looking at the class. Which meant that all eyes dart everywhere but not to cross those eyes the color of grass and the white beard.
The professor looked at each row until he found that Tom Kaulitz laughed with her boyfriend.
"Kaulitz, you want to come?"
Tom fell silent for a moment and looked at Bill, her cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled.
folded his arms and settled back feet on the bench.
"brackets for x + 2 x - 2, then delete all the x so it should be only a 4-for-all and multiply, what kind of number is that?"
"A 2" answered friendly The professor, taken aback, but already consented that Kaulitz knew it in mind and that could give him the answer, the test and if the result of the book was wrong, he could make it as he said. Without batting an eyelid.
"Multiply everything by 2. The result is ... "he made two quick calculations in mind as he repeated the numbers aloud and scratched a point between the rasta.
"2 times a second. The equation can also let it get on its own "
Bill opened his eyes and pressed her fists, frowning. That little shit was a fucking genius in mathematics and this gave him no little annoyance.
"See, Bill? Bello sapere che te ne tornerai a casa con un altro…”
Il professore scrisse qualcosa a penna sul registro e sorrise soddisfatto.
“Tre e mezzo” proferì.
“Vaffanculo, stronzo bastardo!” urlò il moro rivolto a Tom, anche se in realtà l’aveva solo aiutato. Il problema era che l’aveva fatto con una tale facilità che gli aveva fatto salire i nervi a fior di pelle.
“Trümper!”
“Sei tu che passi le tue giornate a scoparti Andreas, checca isterica” snapped Tom, without even moving out of position before.
"Kaulitz"
"Thank your god that is class, otherwise I'd already split his face."
Tom and the rest of the class began to laugh out loud, and Bill felt that he can no longer control his ego. And he was perfectly aware
are doing un'emerita figure this shit and could not afford it.
"The mother of idiots is always pregnant," Tom concluded between a laugh and another. At these words
Bill felt a lump in my throat and invade two huge tears press the sides of the eyes.
Unfortunately, that was a sore spot.
She dropped the chalk on the ground and glared at him. A look at Tom felt that penetrates into the stomach was so deep and inscrutable.
"My mother is dead, bitch!" Shouted the dark before running out of class and slamming the door violently behind him.
Tom stood with his mouth wide open for a few seconds, remove your feet off the bench. The silence of his companions hurt the ears and eyes burned by Georg accusatory on the skin.
Why was he so stupid? If Bill, good or bad, because he had always attracted him to behave as a jerk?
knew what it meant to live without a parent. He knew it well.
The professor crossed his arms on the table and looked at him shaking his head.
"Kaulitz, do me a favor and sit out of class," he murmured quietly.
Tom breathed again and jumped up, letting the chair stridesse and fell to the ground with a thud.
clung to his hands and jeans in a moment he was out the class, with the intention of trying to get that fag ... and maybe apologize. Maybe.
did not know, ok? He did not know that little harpy had feelings and did not know for sure nothing about his life. None.
But since it was the shit, and everyone believed that such a thing might also have to put aside its reputation, decided to do it.
Well, Bill had never done anything beyond the front and make it do thoughts sculettargli little chaste.
was stupid. He believed that because so mature at eighteen had borne two children, was nothing but a jerk if he thought that teasing others had increased his fame. Then with
Trümper had no chance as often as much as responded to throttle him.
walked quickly along the corridor and paused at the entrance of the bathroom where, luckily, I found two that shook his shoulders bent over the sink to any hiccups.
He stared for a few seconds while he scratched his cheek and decided to do.
"Go!" Bill shouted over his shoulder.
Tom froze on the spot and walked the same, trying to touch the shoulder with his hand.
"Tru ... Bill, i-I ..."
"I said move!" Snapped the dark slapping one hand and turning to look into his eyes.
Two long strips of black pencil's face walked up to her chin and Tom felt faint.
Trümper Bill was crying and he had the exclusive. The dark
often boasted to others not to cry never, apparently it was a tough, one who does not care about others and that if he could crush you just looking.
probably was not. And Tom knew that Bill see the tears would not a little nervous.
"I do not need your apology. Leave me alone! "
ran to the door giving a shoulder to Tom and disappeared around the corner, leaving him there. The Rasta
lowered his arm and looked at the sink where it was first placed the dark.
right, had just seen Bill Trümper cry.
**
"I'm home," said Tom while threw the backpack on the ground.
"Papààààà"
A small splinter blonde appeared from the kitchen running with open arms and jumped to Tom, with a smile, was already kneeling on the welcome.
"Puppy" whispered kissing his forehead and stroking his hair. "Where is Lulu?" He asked looking around. Usually when he came home both the children jumped on him and nearly fought over the best place to grab one of the his arms.
The blond put her finger on a red and cheeks smeared with chocolate, thoughtfully.
"In cameetta with the Feb. grandmother had flaws"
"fever?" Cried Tom with eyes wide open, getting up and running towards the stairs.
"Come, Didi" she said before boarding, so that not only remain down from mischief.
The blond ran to her dad and grabbed his hand, swept up the stairs with no small effort.
entered the room Simon laughed and found that with the small and tickled.
"Oh Tom, you're back"
Tom smiled and approached the bed, ready to caress the long hair of his daughter.
"Who?" Asked Simon, taking Denny in her arms.
She shrugged and smiled, getting out of bed to go and prepare lunch. "This morning he had a few lines of fever, but now everything is fine, do not Lulu?" He said while doing some cheerful face to his granddaughter.
The blonde did it with his head and looked at Tom, as he bent to ask you a few raspberry on her neck.
"I, too," Denny yelled jumping on him and shoved the huge T-shirt.
Plan, Didi, "laughed Tom, as he hung over and took to tickle him.
Simone crossed his arms and leaned on the edge of the door, watching all three play happy and bit her lip.
It was often criticized for not being a good mother. When Tom was fifteen years old had to leave home to play with the Playstation, but it was terribly afraid of sounding too paranoid in the eyes of his son who had left to do. Those friendships
wrong, that charming girl, those unscrupulous parents had done to change and grow, even if it was not all spun smoothly.
Only after a couple of years, a great mother-son time, Tom had told her everything.
Ann Kathrin Brömmel had completely fucked up his brain. He had known one of the usual local who attended when he was a life completely without a future.
Maybe before he had taken a bit 'like a whore, then everything had changed. They began dating, to know each other and, over time they learned to love.
There was only one problem: the life of Ann was running out. Leukemia, had told him.
One day he came home crying and screaming in the face of Tom, who was expecting a child and that child would die with her, beating him and shouting against it was all his fault and his fuckin those mint condoms.
Tom had just hugged her and calmed her, saying that would be all right and that this child would change their lives forever. Together they would be a fantastic family, even though they had only fifteen years old, yes.
Needless to say that pregnancy was a tragedy, because it was discovered that they were twins. They had left the small Ann Kathrin nailed to a bed for all those months and her parents, even if the hate for what he did, did not allow Tom to see her and he was forced to bribe the nurses to let him in at night.
Eight months later, premature, Ann Kathrin said goodbye to the world while giving birth to twins, under the eyes of Tom.
With her hand tight in hers.
And now he found himself there, with perhaps a child grew too fast and her two small grandchildren, as they played on that bed no more bad thoughts in my head.
were a family and they were good with it.
Since Tom had managed to obtain custody, the grandparents had not made more alive and it was better that way.
Ann Kathrin had left this world with a smile, and Simon was amazed at how Tom had fought to the end so as not to let those angels in the hands of those two crazy schizophrenic.
And was amazed by the names that his son had given to the twins as the small Ann, unfortunately, had not had the chance.
Denny and Lullaby.
But she never wanted to tell you why.
sighed and pulled away from the door, beating hands. "Well, I'm going to prepare lunch."
Tom nodded and went back to play with his children.
**
Bill slammed the door behind her with violence. Not because he wanted to, but because it was his way of warning to his idiot father who had arrived.
"Bill?" Asked the man from the living room for safety.
"No, I'm your murderess" snorted Bill, throwing the keys in the glove compartment and produced a sound quite annoying.
Jörg pressed his fingers on his temples, and shook his head.
"Because I had a son that asshole?" He murmured softly, but not so much that Bill could not hear him.
"I've been wondering too," piped in fact the dark of the kitchen and withdrew a packet of ham from the fridge.
Jörg rose from the sofa and joined him, sitting at the table as he looked at Bill who was preparing a sandwich.
"Where have you been? "he asked glancing at his watch and noting that it was ten past.
"None of your business"
actually was at the home of Andreas, but, of course, his father knew nothing of his sexual orientation, nor of those who attended, imagine if I would say as well.
"You should go back to a decent time during the week" uttered Jörg very, very quiet.
Bill closed the sandwich he had just done and licked his fingers dirty with crumbs of black lacquer.
"Do not are you having to say a thing to do "snapped glared at him. That look which could be used to numb people and keep her quiet, including her father who, in fact, did not answer.
He left the kitchen with an evil grin on his face and climbed the stairs to his room.
quick chat Mopsy, his cat, the only one who understood him in that house and threw the bag on the floor.
He took all his rings and sat on the edge of the bed, biting into his sandwich to sleep with tears in his eyes.
For the umpteenth time, you mentally scolded for having cried in front of Tom Kaulitz.
Not that he cared a lot, but he wanted to look beautiful in the eyes of others - including Tom - and have seen it with pencil and red eyes cast certainly was not part of his standard of beauty.
In fact, it was stupid of her to cry for something already archived and nearly forgotten.
Almost had it not been for that idiot.
He thought that maybe he was just nervous for that vote in mathematics, although he did not care much.
snorted and swallowed the last piece of his sandwich, taking off his shoes with his feet and letting them roll on the floor.
He reached the pillow and lay down over there, closing his eyes and being dressed.
She hugged him and buried his face in it.
Well, Tom had nothing to do for real. Indeed, he even tried to apologize - or so it had seemed -.
shook his head at the thought ridiculous and decided that perhaps it was better to sleep on it and forget it.
**
"But you did not hear anything, Tom?"
"I I said no, fuck. Give me those fucking homework! "
Tom was on the phone with George and the praying of the tasks assigned to him the next day. He wanted to call David, but it seemed quite unlikely that they had written. In mathematics and science was a sort of little genius, he liked to study and, therefore, had to cope with those matters.
knew that those exercises would never be able to do it. Had in mind only the reflection of Trümper and tears that he saw her cheeks.
"Study on page 250 as you like and do the exercises on page ..."
"But because he's with him? "interrupted him. Georg, on the other side swore aloud.
"Um, who they are?"
Tom cursed mentally, if Trümper somehow managed to intrigue, it certainly could not think to go and squander the four winds.
"Bill and Andreas"
But he did the same. He heard loud sigh Georg
the other side and then did not hear anything for a while '.
"Um, Ge?"
"Why do you care?"
Tom shrugged, as if they were talking face to face.
"To be at peace with conscience, perhaps?" He murmured, raising his voice a little, nervously. From where she had gone out that sentence?
"I do not know, I just know that Andreas is an asshole and that whatever you've gone too far now"
concluded the boy goes back to turn the pages of the diary.
"You think so?"
Exercises on page three hundred twenty-four numbers ... "
"You say?"
He repeated again, but George did not seem to listen to him.
"No, it was the number twenty to twenty-five and ..."
"Georg!"
interrupted him again. The boy, on the other hand, snorted and lowered her eyelids.
"Tom, I do not seem to put the case to explain these things at this time of night. You said a wicked point. "
" But what I want to know that his mother had died? Stop making me feel guilty " said firmly.
Already he felt badly for having offended her in that way, imagine if you put too Georg.
waited for an answer and began to pluck the strings of the guitar resting on the wall in front of him.
"Better to let him lose"
"Why?", Was angry.
Georg shook his head and bit her lip thinking of an excuse, but his mother warned him downstairs that dinner was ready - just in time -. He knew that Bill was an asshole and that Tom would be easily fooled with all the shoes.
"Excuse me, Tom. I gotta go. See you Monday "
attacked without giving him the opportunity to respond.
"Georg!"
Tom looked at the screen of the phone and then threw it violently against the wall.
"Oh, fuck" piped nervous, leaving his head on his hands and trying to concentrate on the equation is that the crossroads at.
Although he was sure he would never have even begun.
"Papààà shouted Denny bursting into the room and throwing him to Tom, making him wince. The Rasta smiled, opened her arms and pressed him in the chest.
"Didi, what are you doing still awake?" Murmured one of his usual, vain attempts to be a strict father, thinking that using the nickname he did seem so.
The blond looked at him and pursed labbrucce with her two big blue eyes, which Tom remembered those of his mother terribly.
"Possho domme with you?"
pacifier is a finger and Tom could not resist giving him a huge kiss on the forehead. Put it back on the ground and ruffled his hair, smiling.
"Slip under the covers, I'll be right," he said, letting him throw a little cry of joy and letting go in his bed.
picks up the pen and, without even thinking too much to stay there, he completed his equations on two feet. This was definitely the best advantage of being a genius in mathematics. And then wanted to go to her son and kissing until he would fall asleep, could not spend too much time behind those numbers.
closed the book and took off quickly. Although one died from the cold, he could still to sleep with something other than the boxer. He slipped under the covers next to his son and hugged him tight, letting it nestle in his chest.
"Tomorrow the comparative caamelle grandmother?"
asked, looking up and catching his eye.
"Um, yeah. So daddy makes you eat more fat and become the child of the world, happy? Please, save a little 'too Lullaby, "whispered giggling and making the tickling. The small rise
cheerful and closed his eyes, intent to abandon in a dream world.
"Night, baby"
smiled, stroking his hair until he was sure he was asleep. Thing that was confirmed when he saw a trickle of drool from colargli little mouth open.
is lost and looking, along with a look all its features, he realized for the umpteenth time to what could be the same as her mother. Especially the eyes, as blue as his own. Lullaby instead had taken them by Tom.
Just eighteen years did not have much to offer to his sons or his company, nor a good future, nothing. Only his love and he wanted to keep them close and give him as much as he could.
left him a final kiss on her hair, smiling and covering both of those covered with fragrant.
There was only one thing at that time pervaded his consciousness: Bill Trümper.
Notes: Ok, I admit that I have an anxiety disorder pre / post that composting is not known. I waited a lot to start posting this story, and because I care particularly either because while I would have given way to let you know the way I write posting some shots. The aim was not to create the story of Bill and Tom butterfly drugged and bully, but to make them both the same caliber. Then to not even make a complain and to try to give her a story and a different idea then Tom came out with two children. Consider all the characters that appear, including the cat, because all have an important role in history. We do not know what took me to choose the title, in fact, since the whole game was inspired by a video Billen, had to be "Lonely Souls", but there was very good. I will not go well, I add only that I did not specified neither in the notices or Angst Fluff: Fluff is a mainly, but as the genre in which to perform better and the Angst, do not promise anything. Without doubt, do not prefer to write Not Related, but this time, oh well, it will be an exception XD. Incomplete does not have many chapters from, but I will try to go all out for regular posts. Enjoy (:
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