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Best friends - An Alm and Pamoon drabble

Mun:  I couldn't sleep tonight and decided to drabble a happy subject before tomorrow... Hope you like it.

Summary - Mamodo from 1,000 years ago have quite the difficult time adjusting to how much their world has changed when they finally return from the human world, especially Pamoon.  Since they became close after returning home, Alm defends Pamoon when others make fun of him for not understanding modern ways... but can someone as collected as Alm be pushed over the edge?

“Did you guys see that?  Pamoon keeps sniffing those markers for the whiteboard, what a moron….”  One of the older boys called out, as the others laughed with him upon witnessing the scene. 

Nearby, Pamoon put on the cap of the marker quickly in embarrassing dread that he had been caught… apparently doing something he wasn’t supposed to.  A millennium had changed the mamodo world significantly, as new technology was created and was common to all the other children who had grown up in this decade.  The young boy himself wasn’t so fortunate, and after being trapped in stone for 1,000 years, there was a lot of things he didn’t know about the new day and age. 

“Are you really that dumb?  They’re markers for writing on the board… What, do you wanna eat um or something?”  Another one burst out, grabbing a marker and holding it to Pamoon’s face taunting him to eat it. 

The millennium mamodo looked downcast and humiliated; fascinated by the interesting smell of the marker, he didn’t realize it was such an abnormality, and now he was being mocked for it.  I wished he could just disappear into the background as this wouldn’t be easy to live down. 

Suddenly a red gloved hand snatched the marker from the boy’s hand and yellow eyes glared at them while his mouth revealed a sinister mocking sneer filled with razor sharp teeth. 

“You know… I think these things serve a lot of different purposes...”  Alm started, pulling the cap off the marker.  All eyes were on him, curious to see what he would do next as he grabbed the boy by the hair and proceeded to draw on his face with the black marker grinning wickedly as he did so.  The victim cried out in protest, pulling back all he could manage but not escaping before his face was practically covered with thick black marks. 

Everyone else just stood back in shock, watching Alm put the cap back on and throw the marker at the one who’d made the comment about Pamoon in the first place.  “You idiots better be careful who you’re trying to mess with next time, unless you’re thirsty for more.”  He threatened, growling with superiority. 

Just then the teacher came back into the room and was shocked at the scene.  “Who on earth did this to you?”  She asked, startled.  The boy with the half black face shakily pointed to Alm and she turned his way. 

“Alm?  Causing trouble again?  You won’t get away with it so easily this time, come with me young man.”  She demanded firmly, beckoning him to follow her. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, caring little about what would happen to him so much so he gave the tattletale he passed a quick kick in the shin before exiting the room.  The boy tried to scream out in protest but Alm was quicker and slammed the door before the teacher could hear.

The entire room of students watched awestruck, especially Pamoon.  Slowly things returned to normal as they always did… actually this wasn’t anything new.  Alm got into trouble quite easily, acting on his temper and not caring who he tangled with when someone insulted his friend.  Pamoon just wanted to blend in rather than cause this much drama, but he did admit that he was relieved he had someone like Alm to always come to his aid when he was bullied. 

“You didn’t have to do that for me… You probably got into serious trouble this time.”  Pamoon sighed, walking home with his friend after school. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, talking down to worthless trash like those guys is my favorite pastime.  It’s not like I do it for you.”  He muttered, turning away. 

Pamoon rolled his eyes and frowned, knowing right away when he was lying.  Alm only did that for him and every time he got in trouble now a days was for his sake.  But to not wound his pride Pamoon made sure not to let him know he was on to him.  “Yes well… what happened with the principal?” 

Wincing, Alm replied, “Augh just… just more detention starting next week.  If that’s the best punishment they’ve got no wonder assholes roam the school freely.  Funny how they never seem to be caught harassing anyone.” 

The blonde nodded quietly, knowing detention could sometimes be hard on Alm.  He couldn’t stand being in one place quietly for too long a time.  Probably because he’d had too much practice doing that. 

“I could come with you if you’d like?”  He offered. 

Alm scoffed and said, “No way, don’t you even think about it.  Good kids like you better stay away from the detention room… Unless you do something dumb like listen to someone when they tell you tell the teacher to “call my butt.” 

Pamoon turned red and faced the other way, wishing Alm hadn’t remembered something so embarrassing for him, but as long as he didn’t bring up the first time he had detention for almost poking someone’s eye out with his armor. 

“Well if the teachers don’t keep punishing you, those guys will eventually tire of your insults and do something about it.”  He changed the subject. 

“Let them do their worst, those spoiled rotten punks can't even spell insults, so how can they tangle with me?”  Alm snickered, nudging his friends shoulder with his elbow. 

Pamoon smiled lightly, glad he had someone as confident and clever as Alm to come to his aid.  There was no one else he’d rather walk home with. 

  The next day after school didn’t go quite as smoothly, as Alm and Pamoon were cornered by the same boys from the classroom.  Alm remained calm, but the blonde glanced around nervously, unsure what would happen. 

“What do you dummy’s want, I don’t have time to stand around waiting, especially with mamodo like you.”  Alm scoffed, crossing his arms. 

The boys tensed up and glared, and they began counter insulting until it was an all-out verbal war.  Alm of course was fine with that.  He’d always been sharp-tonged and clever, so it didn’t take long until they one by one backed down when their insults became more trite by the second.  Finally one of them lost their tempers and said the unthinkable. 

“Why don’t you do everyone a favor and turn back into stone?!”  The boy yelled, fed up of being constantly hammered by Alm’s insults. 

The 1,000 year old mamodo’s eyes widened in horror, processing what was just said to him before his temper erupted in rage, baring his sharp teeth and seething to the core.  “What makes you think being turned into stone is a punishment huh?!  It’s more like an eternity of torture and pure hell, but what would you know about that with your pathetic useless cushy life gabbing on worthless crap and talking about things you couldn’t begin to understand.  How dare a lowlife like you even bring up something you know absolutely nothing about.” 

Alm began shaking in anger, his full fury unleashed that someone would say something so awful to him… to wish his greatest nightmare upon him again.  No one deserved that.  And the fact the boy didn’t know the weight of his words enraged Alm all the more.  He was blinded by his anger to cover up the pain, and logic was lost in the storm. 

“I’ll be dammed if you mention anything remotely close to that again, especially if you survive this!”  He yelled, stretching his arms out to cast a spell.  Alm’s strength was nothing to disregard seeing as he was chosen to participate in the battle to decide king, so other kids around his age, let alone even some adults wouldn’t be able to take him down, and he didn’t hold back either. 

“Egdoris Neshiruga!”  He called, unleashing his strongest spell, and aiming it right at the downright terrified boy. 

“Excelles Farga!”  Anther voice rang out, though Alm was too consumed to notice until the two spells clashed and cancelled each other out.  “Farga… wait that’s…” Alm thought in sudden confusion, realizing who had stopped his spell. 

Pamoon was standing behind the boy who had long since collapsed on his knees and covered his head in fear, lowering his hands after he casted that spell.  Alm felt his veins boil once more; wondering how Pamoon, a millennium mamodo like him, could defend someone so vile.  Before he could snap at his friend, Pamoon swiftly walked up and grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the scene.  No one tried to stop him as they all scrambled away to avoid any future violence that might happen. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing?!  Let me go you traitorous bastard, did you not hear what he said to me?!  To us?!  Why would you protect…”  Alm raged until Pamoon halted and turned to his friend with a sad look on his face… almost like one of pity.  Before he could react further, Pamoon pulled him in for a hug, somehow knowing everything he had tried to keep hidden. 

Alm was quieted when the blonde boy wrapped his arms around him, feeling frozen in place.  It was a feeling he wasn’t used to… suddenly the anger was drained from him, like it all just melted away, and instead what filled it’s place was the sadness hiding behind. 

He crumpled to his knees, taking Pamoon along with him and sobbed into his shoulder, releasing all that pain that had collected over the decades.  It was something he had never wanted to do… show weakness to someone else, let them see the part of him that was hurting.  Alm was the one who shut the bullies up when they made fun of Pamoon, yet here he was crying in his arms for the first time in the longest time.  But for some reason he couldn’t stop.  

“You’d… better not tell anyone… about this…”  Alm muttered shakily, unable to compose himself at the moment. 

Holding him a bit tighter, Pamoon replied, “Of course I’d keep any secret my best friend wanted me to.” 

Alm closed his eyes and faced downward, carefully adding, “And… I’m sorry.” 

“For what?  Personally he deserved it for saying such an awful thing, but it was still in ignorance.  If you were thinking clearly I might have just let it happen.”  He joked. 

“What him?  Pfff, no.  Damn that guy to hell, I’m pissed you stopped me.”  Alm chuckled lightly, trying to settle himself as he broke the embrace but still looked his friend in the eye.  Pamoon laughed and then asked him that if not that, what was he sorry for?

“You’re not… a traitorous bastard.”  He admitted weakly, rubbing his eyes to wipe off the moisture. 

Pamoon smiled compassionately and said, “Yeah… I know you couldn’t have meant that.” 

Alm looked up at Pamoon with an exhausted yet relieved smile.  It was one of the first real one’s he’d had in a while… feeling like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, and like he wasn’t alone any longer.   Too bad he was always too stubborn to admit it, but Pamoon seemed to know anyways.  After all, what were best friends for?

A big thank you to Hal who inspired me to write this... She's the Pamoon mun.  I used some of her ideas from her RP and also some things from #pamoon talks.  I wanted to develop the Alm Pamoon friendship a bit more.  Hope it was alright!

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"Yeah definitely!"  Alm agreed, coming off as more enthusiastic then he meant, so he cleared his throat and turned away, his voice toning down a notch as he did.  "I guess that's fine..."  He covered, shrugging.  

"That'd be a better option anyway cause looking at all this new stuff that's changed gets pretty annoying."  The boy smirked, coming off as cocky as he usually did.  This sort of tone and conversation he was sure he could keep up, not only for himself at the moment but something told him it was important to Pamoon too... and if he could provide that sort of relaxed environment then he most certainly would for the both of them.  

Looking back and grinning, Alm added snarkily, "Well are you coming or not?"  

"Hehehe.. You’re right about that.."  He chuckled, smirking widely in amusement.  It was nice getting to talk to Pamoon like this, just regular conversation about things that didn’t even matter.  The clown mamodo wasn’t so fortunate to have all his best friends picked out for the battle… and the few that did there was no guarantee that they were turned to stone so the likelihood he would get to talk to them again like this was slim enough.  Both boys were a victim of an unlikely circumstance…  and Alm doubted he’d be able to share half his thoughts with modern mamodo compared to someone from his own time who’d suffered the same fate.  He was shocked enough he’d even get to speak to Pamoon… one of the Four Supreme Mamodo, so it gave him a sense of pride and hope to be able to call him his friend.  

"Hey, uh…"  Alm started, glancing away in a slightly nervous manner.  "Do you want to.. I don’t know..  Know of any fun places around here you’d want to check out?  If you’re up for it that is."  He finally said, hoping the blonde would be up for hanging around a bit longer with him.  

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"Oh..."  The boy replied simply, realizing he knew none of those names.  Maybe a part of him had hoped he would... though that was far-fetched.  However, he squinted slightly when Zatch's expression changed, picking up on something he felt like he wasn't being told.  "Hey, you ok in there?  Hellooo...?"  Alm called, knocking on the young kings head with his gloved hand gently.  "What's wrong?!"  

Alm's got visitors...

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"Feh... warm and happy...."  He scoffed at her dainty word choice, almost gagging at the girly cheerful wording.  Being suddenly turned off by the drink, Alm set it down and frowned, "No I think I'm fine....  wouldn't want to transform into a girl now would I?"  He rolled his eyes, despising the pretty rainbow world this girl attempted to live in with the homemade comment.  

Alm's got visitors...

[almsclownsense]

It means Insane Clown Posse

Insane huh?  Well whoever this “posse" is, they’d be better off avoiding me anyway… I don’t like dealing with crazy wannabe’s.  

[almsclownsense]

The ICP is looking for you

ICP?  What's that supposed to be, some sort of lame acronym?  

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"Who're your advisers?"  He asked, curious to know if he knew any of them.  It wasn't likely, but it'd be nice of the King would consult someone of Alm's generation... surly they'd have more wisdom then any of these modern mamodo anyway.  

Alm's got visitors...

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"Too bad you failed at becoming King even after all that effort you put into 'freeing' us."  He pointed out smugly.  "Heard you lost to some creepy looking modern mamodo... that's too bad."  Alm added sarcastically, savoring every opportunity he would have to point out how Zofis' scheme had not succeeded after all.  

"And don't flatter yourself... You don't deserve my thanks after everything you've done."  He bit out angrily.  

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Giving a condescending look, the younger mamodo picked up the odd colored drink and gave it an experimental sniff.  "Well it doesn't smell that bad..."  he mentally noted, still slightly skeptical, but sure Cherish wouldn't try to poison him for no reason.  At last he took a sip and his eyes widened in delight, realizing how delicious the drink really was.  Being careful not to give his approval away, he turned so she couldn't see his face and commented, "It's not bad... I guess."  Before taking another drink eagerly.  

Alm's got visitors...

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"I'm the one who makes the jokes Blondie."  He rolled his eyes, floating ever so slightly off the ground to make sure to stay a head above Ted.  "And can't say I am... everything's so messed up after all this time."  Alm muttered, looking around in disgust.  

almsclownsense Is Here

“hey I didn’t know the circus was in town, maybe you can do some tricks”~Ted chuckled~

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"Hey, don't be jealous cause you have to walk around like any old normal mamodo, nitwit."  He insulted, laughing.  One of his favorite things was poking fun at others... especially when he could do something they couldn't.  

Alm flinched at the stone comment, but then shrugged it off, giving an answer.  "Yeah I guess you could say I'm one of them.  Say, how'd you know about that anyway?"  He questioned, not sure how all these modern mamodo were all so informed of his origins.  

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“Yes the best mood ever makes me want to spread the cheer”~he roll his eyes letting out sarcastic words~”Alm huh never seen you around here new? or just wonder into unknown area?”~he asked~

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"Hehehe.. You're right about that.."  He chuckled, smirking widely in amusement.  It was nice getting to talk to Pamoon like this, just regular conversation about things that didn't even matter.  The clown mamodo wasn't so fortunate to have all his best friends picked out for the battle... and the few that did there was no guarantee that they were turned to stone so the likelihood he would get to talk to them again like this was slim enough.  Both boys were a victim of an unlikely circumstance...  and Alm doubted he'd be able to share half his thoughts with modern mamodo compared to someone from his own time who'd suffered the same fate.  He was shocked enough he'd even get to speak to Pamoon... one of the Four Supreme Mamodo, so it gave him a sense of pride and hope to be able to call him his friend.  

"Hey, uh..."  Alm started, glancing away in a slightly nervous manner.  "Do you want to.. I don't know..  Know of any fun places around here you'd want to check out?  If you're up for it that is."  He finally said, hoping the blonde would be up for hanging around a bit longer with him.  

A knot formed in his throat upon hearing Alm’s response and Pamoon kicked himself mentally for it.  It was a small thing to hear, and of course another millennium mamodo would at least understand the lost feeling at least a bit.  But no one spoke of it out loud.  The weaknesses of the newly returned mamodo seemed to be bottled up upon an unspoken rule and, to Pamoon, the silence was worse than anything else.  After all, it was the admittance and acceptance of his fears that allowed the boy to gather the courage to speak up for himself.

Still there were no words he could think to say, so Pamoon jumped eagerly onto Alm’s subject change.  "They don’t look like they could take a hit.  You should see some of the kids in my class.  It’s ridiculous … and they laugh at me!"

[almsclownsense]

"It toOK UOU LONG ENOUFH TO FOLLOWE ME I AM SEVERJY OFFENED AND NOT DEUNK AT QLL."

Well excuseeee me human.  Didn’t mean to offend her majesty… *sarcastic bow*

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"More like 1,000."  Alm rolled his eyes but smiled sincerely to come across another old friend.  Pushing Rundo back with one finger so he wasn't standing quite so close, the older boy snickered and added, "I see you haven't changed.  How are you?"  

Morningstarmamodo arrived

"Arg what a pain.."  Alm growled, looking around anxiously.  His guardians insisted he interacted with others more often, so they strongly urged him to visit the park and make new friends.  "I don’t understand why I have to be here at all…. I’m doing just fine.  Who said I need this??"  He asked himself off to the side, not wanting to approach the other children any closer then he had to.  

Maybe a part of him wanted to do what his guardians said… and find new friends to talk to, but it just seemed so hard and out of reach… like invisible walls around them all only Alm could see.  He made a face and turned away, noticing someone walking out on their own a ways off.  Curious, he went to see what they were doing and his eyes widened as he recognized the face.  "Hey… is that you Rundo?"  

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Morningstarmamodo arrived

"Arg what a pain.."  Alm growled, looking around anxiously.  His guardians insisted he interacted with others more often, so they strongly urged him to visit the park and make new friends.  "I don't understand why I have to be here at all.... I'm doing just fine.  Who said I need this??"  He asked himself off to the side, not wanting to approach the other children any closer then he had to.  

Maybe a part of him wanted to do what his guardians said... and find new friends to talk to, but it just seemed so hard and out of reach... like invisible walls around them all only Alm could see.  He made a face and turned away, noticing someone walking out on their own a ways off.  Curious, he went to see what they were doing and his eyes widened as he recognized the face.  "Hey... is that you Rundo?"  

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aNYONE WHO MISSED OUT ON HER READING THIS IT WAS PRICELESS JUST PRICELESS

#His dear friend could take years on his own to try to ease the pain in his heart if he wanted

Just look at that picture on your left side as you read this THE DRABBLE

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Just look at that picture on your left side as you read this THE DRABBLE

It had been exactly two months.  Not that Alm was counting or anything… but to be honest he always wondered and felt a nagging guilt at the back of his mind.  The young boy wondered if he had done something wrong.  Really it wasn’t like Pamoon and himself were close friends anyway, but had he said something wrong?  The constant question of “what if” bothered him more then he’d care to admit to anyone.  If someone had ever asked about the two of them, Alm would just smirk and probably call them stupid or something.  He’d never say he missed Pamoon… At least not to anyone but the blonde. 

No, Alm wouldn’t even say that to him either.  It was hard enough saying it to himself, wondering exactly where he went wrong.  They were both mamodo from 1,000 years ago who had been trapped in stone for so long… losing their family’s and almost everything familiar to them.  The only thing that remained was each other, and Alm knew that.  He understood Pamoon’s pain… neither was stronger or had a better way of handling it… They were different but both felt the gaping hole that would never be fixed despite 1,000 more years.  People say time heals all wounds, but that just made Alm snicker sarcastically.  If anyone was foolish enough to say that to him, he’d callously remind them that it also causes irreversible destruction to his and other’s hearts. 

Others like Pamoon. 

Now when describing a mamodo like Alm, one usually wouldn’t use the word sympathetic… at least at first glance, but the very first time he encountered Pamoon back home, sympathy struck him in the most effective way possible.  He ached to ease his pain… almost like if he did, maybe he could convince himself to be happy as well.  His appearance was said to resemble that of a clown… and that was fine with him.  If he could make someone like Pamoon… on of the strongest mamodo of their generation be happy… that would be enough.  Alm had tried, and he resolved that if he should ever meet Pamoon again… he would continue to try.  His dear friend could take years on his own to try to ease the pain in his heart if he wanted.  That was fine with the younger mamodo. 

Alm would still be there… waiting… smiling happily prepared to offer any help he could...  If Pamoon could trust Alm with his weakness, that would mean more to him than anything.  Somehow that would ease his pain as well…  To feel a mutual trust in something that small was all he wanted.  Maybe someday it would come to be, but for now he would continue waiting and knowing he could wait forever if he needed to.