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[A/N - WARNING: SOME EXPLICIT CONTENT (Violence/Gore/ Strong Language) >_< I just wanted to drive that to the ground, Thank You & Enjoy~]

When you leave me
The bed is empty
And I feel crazy
'Cause I didn't say anything
I wish you would tell me
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
'Cause that's not our deal


Over in the town of [City Name], there was a street that was ruled between two gangs — the Day Trotters and the Night Creepers. They've been fighting over who could dominate the other, ever since they've crossed paths. Graffiti were painted on the walls on their split land that indicated their own property. As either teams passed by one another, daggers were shot into each other's eyes. The use of foul language were spit at one another, and then hardcore fights triggered between the two groups. Members from both gangs came and went, either for betrayal or broken bones or even bloodshed. But that didn't matter, what did matter was who could rule over the opposing gang.

An ordinary ganger, [F/N] [Surname], a Night Creeper, had awoken up on another casual morning to go through the same routine. Wearing her typical leather Creeper jacket that sewed on a wolf patch as their gang symbol. She and her best friend, Emil Steilsson, were spying on the Day Trotters while the rest of their team were doing whatever. They were hidden behind a corner of a cement column, and only from a short distance away where the Trotters are invading their tunnel trying to claim their land.

"Hmph, they're at it again," mumbled the [H/C], as she oh-so-slightly poked her head out the column. "Spraying their damn germs on our spot."

"Obviously," Emil squinted his eyes sharp towards the opposers. "If they're going to keep this up, we might as well fight back now."

When you leave me
You take away everything
You take all my money
You take all my weed
I wish you would tell me
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
'Cause that's not our deal


It was time for the Crawlers to bounce back. The two snuck across the entrance of the tunnel to plot out their plan. Suddenly, Emil and [F/N] came to a quick halt to see that the Trotters' name was already spray painted across the walls, and in realization, Emil looked up. [F/N] did the same..........and they should've seen this coming — the Day Trotter's leader, Elizaveta, was there as well as another guest, Gilbert. The Hungarian girl was sitting causally on the edge as the other albino stood next to her, smirking at their newly victims.

Emil and [F/N] turned they made a break for it, which actually wasn't a good idea. [F/N] sprinted her way elsewhere while Emil blindly ran into the tunnel. Then he was greeted by seven more of his enemies. He tried to run at the other direction until he was faced with Eliza and Gilbert. ‘Fjandinn, ég föst hér,' he mentally cursed himself. Emil was trapped, and there was no way he could surpass nine people, including a leader.

I wish you would tell me
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
'Cause that's not our deal


As for [F/N], she thought to be escaping with Emil, but then she was caught up with another Trotter. She immediately stopped at her tracks, and the clicking of her heels caught the teenage boy's attention, causing him to turn around. [F/N] tried to keep a straight face but she has never seen a more...different kind of Trotter, because he was smiling at her. He had wild bleach blonde hair, that went perfectly along with his sparkling azure eyes that was on his pale complexion. The blonde also wore black jeans, red converse, a white tank top, and of course a red jacket with his sleeves rolled up, that lettered "Day Trotters"  across his back. His eyes stared back at [F/N]'s [E/C] ones, as she felt unsure whether to trust this guy or not. Surprisingly, the Trotter spoke up first.

"Hi," the blonde grinned, "My name's Matthias."

He seemed really friendly, especially with that hint of enthusiasm in his accent, but [F/N] eyed at him in slight suspicion, "[F/N], my name's [F/N]."

Matthias couldn't help but chuckle lightly, causing the girl's expression to soften. "Nice to meet you, [F/N]. I was wondering, maybe if we could hang out later?"

Matthias gave a soft and sweet smile, and [F/N] could help but smile back. "Sure, Matthias."

Suddenly, Matthias snapped into realization and grabbed the Creeper by the shoulders, "Look, you really should be going before the other Trotters see you, okay?" He warned [F/N], and automatically the female ran for it.

That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal...


-Later That Day-

During the afternoon, [F/N] decided to meet up with Matthias in private. She wore a loose backless top, along with a pair if black skinny jeans, her normal leather studded boots, and her typical leather Night Creepers jacket. To her surprise, she had met up with him inside of an abandoned building. The two came into a greeting.

"Hey, [F/N]," his cute grinned flashed at you, as you smiled back.

"Hey, Matthias," [F/N] approached to him and sat next to him down on the cement.

"Well, you're looking much more prettier today," Matthias smirked.

The Creeper couldn't help but blush at the compliment, "Thanks, I have to say the same for you. You're looking quite the handsome man."

Matthias's grin grew wider, and chuckled. "Of course! Nobody can't resist the looks of the King!"

[F/N] shot a confused look at him, "King? Oh come on, what are you even talking about, Matthias?" The blonde looked back at you.

"You're not even the leader of your own gang!" You laughed.

He let out a dramatic gasp, "How DARE you say that to your KING?" As at this point, he couldn't help but laugh along too.

"Oh, yes, dare I say so," [F/N] smirked. "And what gives you that right to be called, ‘King'?"

Matthias chuckled back at you, "Well, if you must know, I came from the Kongeriget of Danmark — the Kingdom of Denmark, if you're wondering. See?" Matthias stood up and turned around, lifting his shirt to show a tattoo that trailed mute swans up his side. "It's the symbolic bird from where I came from."

[F/N] gaped at his tattoo, "That's awesome," she smiled. "But another question — how does the fact that you came from Denmark make you ‘King' if you have no one to rule over?" [F/N] shot another smirk at the Dane, who still kept his cool.

"Well, [F/N], I used to be best buddies with these four other people," Matthias continued on. "Each of them came from a different country from around Northern Europe."

"Where are they now? Shouldn't you still be hanging out with them?" [F/N] questioned, but what she asked made his smile droop.

"Most of them actually didn't like me as much..." Matthias chuckled, as he sweat dropped. "But we still managed to keep our friendship strong," he smiled for a brief second, but it soon faded away. "... Until we split up..."

At this point, [F/N] felt rue for asking those questions, but she solaced for Matthias' misfortune about his friends. However, it somehow didn't stop him from being an enthusiastic man as he is now.

"But that doesn't matter now!" Matthias beamed. "I'm not gonna let that ruin our moment!"

The Dane laughed, as well as did the [Nationality] girl too. From there, the two began to talk about whatever they could possibly come up with, even the most random things. From childhood life to embarrassing play times, from school day to party poopers, anything. The pair even went to playing the most weirdest, yet amusing acts. They both shared their traits, their interests and their flaws. Even [F/N] showed Matthias her back tattoo of a forest wolf, which happened to be one of her most favorite animals. She even shared her hidden talents with Matthias, which he found was really cute (not to mention, unique) about [F/N]. As the time flew by, the Trotter and the Creeper decided to hang out upon the rooftop of the apartment building for the rest of their time together.

This was honestly the most amazing time of [F/N]'s life. The [H/C] never actually thought to have such a moment in her life, especially with Matthias. She never thought to be close, not to mention attracted to him. She was either hallucinating, or she might be in love.

"Hey, [F/N]..." Matthias' Danish accent called out, as he stood next to the [Nationality] girl. "You know about this whole gang stuff? [F/N] gave a quick reply to him by saying a simple "yeah".

"Do you, like, you know...like it?" [F/N] gave a slight frown as she thought through it. She honestly didn't, but now she doesn't care anymore. Her and Emil just became a part of the Night Creepers, and just did what they had to do. It wasn't that fun, they just did it, particularly for no reason.

In all truth though, she said, "No, I don't actually like it. I mean, what's the point anyways? We just fight over for dominance, and it's not like it's going to solve anything... Why did you ask that?"

Matthias shuffled his feet a bit. "‘Cause I don't like it either," he simply answered. "But right now, it doesn't matter to me."

Silent stay put, as the wind whistled, and the two stared off at the beautiful sunset. "[F/N]..."

Matthias turned to her, and so did she. "I know this is a little fast but—"

"It's not early, Matthias," [F/N] reassured with a smile.

Matthias smiled back and continued, "Jeg elsker dig, I love you."

"I love you too, Matthias," and with that, two leaned towards each other and shared a passionate and gentle kiss together. [F/N] never thought to have this moment in her life, either. Without wasting it though, she lifted her around around Matthias' neck, while he pulled her closer by her waist. The kiss deepened, as his tongue slipped on [F/N]'s bottom lip, and was granted entrance. They continued on for a good minute or two, until they pulled away for air. [F/N] was then pulled into a comforting hug, while they just officially had the most wonderful moment in their life.

-Later That Night-

[F/N] was now walking back to her gang base where the Night Creepers usually hung out, while she still held a smile across her features after that sweet time she had with Matthias. She finally walked into her gang environment, but her smiled dropped down into a puzzled look.

All of the Creepers were gathered around one spot, with faces that were overcome with grief looks, circling two people. [F/N] slowly approached in with the circle, and sorrow just suddenly swallowed her whole.

‘This can't be...' she thought, eyebrow furrowed.

Her best friend, Emil, was being cradled in harsh pain. His clothing was dirtied from all the kicking that he took, bruised all over the place and across his pale face, scarred passed his cheekbone, and his mouth was trickling down with his own blood. He was being cradled by someone who was very calmly strict about his younger brother — Lukas Bondevik, the emotionless Night Creeper who mostly never talks, and also held gradient navy blue eyes that would chill you to the bone.

As he noticed the slow presence of your feet, the stoic teen slowly looked up straight into the pupils of your [E/C] eyes.

"Nobody does this to my brother dear." His monotonous voice said it all. Lukas may not show it, but seeing an injured Emil all over made him be in great displeasure.

Guilt was starting to eat [F/N]. She didn't think that she left Emil behind, or so she thought. Emil slowly turned his head to the side to face [F/N]. She was slowly backing away to the wall that spray painted their gang name, beginning to think that she was the blame. He tried to say something, but it only made him wince. Emil got stuck up on the jaw hard.

The leader of the Night Creepers, Vladimir, kneeled down next to the two brothers, "Lukas, I truly am sorry for your little brother," the Romanian put a hand on his shoulder. But before Vladimir could continue on, Lukas blurted out, "I want payback for this."

Vladimir gave a look at his friend, "Lukas, are you really sure you're wanting that?" It was a disbelief that Lukas wanted to get back on the Trotters. He hardly ever wanted to fight to his own will.

"Nobody touches my brother dear like that," he bluntly stated. "Once they get their hands on Emil, they get their hands on the rest of us, do you  understand?" His voice rose so that everyone could hear, even audible for [F/N] to hear. Everybody else nodded at Lukas's order, but as for [F/N] she bumped her back against the wall and slid down in neglect.

Vladimir nodded in agreement as well, "You hear that, everyone?" He called out. "We're going to fight back. For someone who's fell into the hands of anguish, we're gonna call a showdown, you hear me?"

"Yeah," everybody says in unison.

"I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME??!" Vladimir ruby eyes gleamed in anger, as he began to feel uptight.

"YEAH!!" Everybody hollered.

"That's more like it," Vladimir glared. "Now come on! We still got some business to do."

The Creepers cheered in unison, once again, like they were just waiting for this event to happen.

The rest of the gang followed up and distributed around the street, while Lukas, Emil, and another Night Creeper, Berwald, stayed back to help Emil. [F/N], on the other hand couldn't help but feel penitent and blameworthy for herself. She left Emil, her best friend, to suffer in the filthy hands of the Day Trotters, and she doesn't think Lukas, nor Emil would forgive her for making such a big mistake.

-Next Day-

Morning arose from the horizon, with three of the Day Trotters, Elizaveta, Gilbert, and Matthias standing in from of their logo. It no longer said their full gang name against the wall. Instead it said what seemed to be a death threat message on the wall.

It read, ‘Death Day to Trotters', and the bottom half of their name that worded Trotters was scribbled out across with the rest of the black spray paint.

"AUGH!" Elizaveta cracked her knuckles, enraged. "They've retaliated, Gil!"

"Zhey've gone vay too far," Gilbert gritted his teeth, but soon turned into a sly smirk. "But zhat's vhat ve vant to see. Zhey're clearly vanting another challenge vith us."

The whole entire time, Matthias couldn't help but just stand there, staring the graffiti.

Elizaveta laughed sadistically, "You're probably right, Gilbert. Come on, we got to tell the other Trotters!"

I wish you would tell me
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
'Cause that's not our deal


Gilbert chuckled as he left alongside with Elizaveta, but Matthias stayed at the same place. He continued to stare blankly at the wall trying to figure out how or why they received a death threat from the Night Creepers. Maybe it was possibly his fault for trying to be with [F/N], or so he thought. Regardless, he back away and walked back to his gang's base, until someone from behind pulled him towards the wall.

Her head was turned away from him at first, making sure Gilbert and Elizaveta didn't see them, but after turned around to reveal a familiar face — it was [F/N]. Matthias smiled at her presence, and so did [F/N] up who was happy to see him again. The [H/C] first looked unease at first, but she built up her courage and lifted her hand. She opened it to reveal a silent message that said:

'Will you run away with me?'

Matthias looked back into [F/N] eyes with his azure ones as she begged, mouthing "please". He smiled, and took out a spray paint can. Then, the Danish blonde sprayed his reply upon the brick wall of the same deserted building they kissed on top of. As [F/N] watched him paint his words as they spelled:

‘I can't'

[F/N] froze in her place after Matthias had made a turn by the corner. She had stared at his reply, just like how Matthias stared at their death threat. [F/N] thought she could ask for a better life, but her opportunity for that just vanished. She stared at it for a good ten seconds, and finally turned her heels and jolted out of the alleyway, salty bitter tears already bleeding out from her devastated [E/C] eyes.

Matthias then came out of the building's corner, looking back at the walls, but when the Dane looked the other way, he found [F/N] gone. Matthias's feet froze, dumbfounded that his one and only true love was now no longer before him.

That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal...


-Tonight We Rumble/Nighttime-

The sun was nearly completely set before the showdown was about to start. The Day Trotters were making their way out of their territory, while the Night Creepers were already walking down the sidewalks to their destination. Everybody else were carrying weapons like baseball bats, iron fence stakes, thick wood chunks and such while others rather just fight bare handed. [F/N], however, stayed aside of her crowd, not wanting to go near either Lukas, or Emil. He was forced to come, of course, but he also wanted to see the Night Creepers get their revenge.

Soon as it was nightfall, the two opposing gangs met up on the rooftop of the same familiar building. The same one where [F/N] and Matthias shared their love with each other. As the groups came together, there was already shouting and swearing at each other. Both sides trying taunt and call each other out. As they did their own business, the leaders had came into a meeting. Elizaveta who stood before Vladimir, who was her arch nemesis, along with Gilbert by her side as well as Lukas next to Vladimir. Lukas shot a cold stare towards the two Trotters, as Vladimir did the same with his glowing flaring eyes. For Elizaveta and Gilbert, the two of them gave a slight smirk, but kept a straight face.

"Elizaveta," Vladimir audibly said enough for the four of them to hear.

"Vladimir," said Elizaveta.

"Lukas?" smirked Gilbert.

"Gilbert..." oh-so-slightly growled Lukas.

"Guess you're vanting us to say sorry about your little brother," began Gilbert, as his eyes laid upon Lukas's bitter navy ones.

Lukas and Vladimir continued to gaze over them.

Elizaveta giggled, "Well if that's what you think, let's just put it this way instead: He tried, Lukas, with all his effort. However, I think it seems that he was still weaker than I thought he would be—"


CLOCK!!

.....


Before Elizaveta could go on, Lukas had clocked his fist straight up to her face, exasperating his breath. Her nose scrunch and bleeding, gloriously. Out from a short distance, Emil was watching the whole scene before him with Berwald, shaking their heads in victory. She totally deserved it.

The showdown had officially been triggered. The two teams merged and blended in with each other, as the violence starts here. Everybody raging, as they flung fists and threw kicks at one another. [F/N], however was there for her own reasons, not only for Emil's payback, but for her's on Matthias. She had thought their love was just a betrayal, only to intimidate [F/N]'s heart and being. She scanned around the crowd, hoping to find the Dane, who was already standing before her from afar. They approached one another, gaping at their presences.

"[F/N]..." Matthias whispered to her. All [FN] did though was glare at him angrily. "Please, [F/N], you don't understand,"

Matthias opened his arms and tried to pull you into a comforting hug, but you didn't wanted to be pulled into another trap. [F/N] slapped his arms from her, and threw her fist across his face, causing Matthias to stumble backward. [F/N] punched Matthias hard enough that he fell completely off the edge of the building.

"MATTHIAS!!!" [F/N] gasped. She immediately climbed down the ladder from aside sprinted towards his limped body.

"Matthias, please stay with me," the [Nationality] choked out, [E/C] streaming with hot tears as she sobbed in his jacket. "I didn't mean to do this..."

"No, [F/N]," the Dane breathed out. "Jeg er ked af... I'm sorry," a smile appeared across his face, but not as the same smile that [F/N] wanted to see.

The grieved girl steadily held her head up for a brief moment, only to look at something that she should've realized before...

I wish you would tell me
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
'Cause that's not our deal


‘I can't..........wait to spend my life with you'

"Jeg elsker dig, [F/N], I love you..." The beloved female jerked her head back at her significant other, who already was gone.

"M-Matthias...you i-idiot..." She sobbed uncontrollably. "Please don't leave me..... I st-still love you too..." [F/N] begged, but she it took her a while to finally accept the fact that he was no longer with her...

That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal

That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal

That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal...
AH~! IT'S BEEN AHILE SINCE I WRITTEN SOMETHING! ;A; ((Actually, after writing this, I feel like this all turned cheesy...//SHOT)) But I just wanted to give something for you guys to read an keep in update <3

My first Nordic reader insert with Denmark ;u; I feel so proud...//sniff Alright, this is actually another songfic that I've written inspired by Our Deal by Best Coast -�vimeo.com/27621823 Seriously, I just searching this song for a few years, and I finally found it! ((It all feels nostalgic to me, too ;u; )) And I also wanted to say that I actually feel bad for putting some of these characters in certain roles...IM SORRY ;A; But the roles needed names instead of a blank character! ;.; Oh yeah! Suomi isn't in this story! ((Sorry! he isn't into gangs...Finny's just too sweet for them <3))

And soo..I really got nothing else much to say xD ((unless I forget to add something after submitting this //OTL)) WELP, ENJOY!~ <3

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Story (c) ~XKillerJoy
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WHAT THE FUCK MEEE?!!? SERIOUSLYYY! I THOUGHT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS, NO PUNCHING PEOPLE NEAR THE EDGES OF HIGH BUILDINGS!!!