When Fate Disagrees

Hello! This is my first story I'm publishing on this site, fun huh? Alright, I feel I should explain just a little bit before people start into this story and wonder why I put a slash rating...

This story is slash. It will have male/male romance. It just starts out with a straight character who becomes gay. See? And well all know that's half the fun. This story is probably more plot at first before it hits romance. I would like to include some sex scenes, but that just depends on all what happens. There will be at least some action. I may not have included all the warnings I should have, but included the ones that'll be included in this chapter and the ones I have clearly planned. If that makes sense.

Sorry to complicated things, but I hope you enjoy the story and this piece of summary for lack of better word!

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We spend our whole lives working towards a future. A lot of the time we sit there and make huge plans to achieve. But... sometimes no matter how well-planned something is. Not matter how hard we work at it. Sometimes fate has other things in store for us.

Our lives can almost be compared to little shoe boxes. We go about, in only a small place where we live and work. Play and love. It's where we keep everything we hold dear. The focus of our lives. But Fate can easily pick up the box and shake it, tumbling about everything inside until we can't recognize everything we once knew so well. Other times Fate isn't even that kind and simply tosses us out into the huge, horrible world that we were hiding from in the first place in the precious shoe box.

Fate doesn't make mistakes. If something doesn't work out, it means that we didn't work with Fate. Even things that are part of our lives sometimes are there to do one thing that will change us. Sometimes those insignificant people or the people we hate so much are there because of Fate. Because Fate knows that those people can push us when those who care about us never would.

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“Please don’t do this Ally… please…”

A beautiful red head with tear glossed brown eyes immediately turned her head away from the boy before her. The poor, desperate boy that she was breaking… Her eyes swelled with tears. “I’m sorry Chalice… I’ve just… fallen out of love with you. I care for you so much! I don’t want to hurt you, you know that right?” She looked into his eyes, begging him to understand, begging him to let go of her without making it hurt anymore. She squeezed his hand hard, as though she could convey all that she felt through her grip that her words seemed to be failing.

Chalice stared at the girl, no woman, the elegant, mature, perfect Ally. The woman he had fallen in love with. The woman he had gave up his original dream college just to be with her. The woman he had been with for four years, ever since their last year in High School. His green eyes never left hers, even after she broke his desperate gaze.

“… I understand.” He finally said, pulling his hand from her grasp. He bowed his head and allowed his raven black hair bang fall in front of his face, hiding the fact that he had to just broken with those words.

“Chalice…” Her voice was full of regret, and it killed it him. She opened her mouth to continue, but closed it and stood. “… I know, I know it’s going to be hard.” She said in a rush. “But if you ever need anything at all… just ask.”

Unless it’s to love me again, he thought, but Chalice simply nodded. He listened to her fashionable boots click on the checkered floor of their favorite little retro parlor as she walked away. He listened to the jingle of the door as it opened and closed. Even the click of her boots lost in the sounds outside.

He buried his face in his hands. His emotions were tearing him apart. So many emotions, strong, overwhelming, painful… As he listened to all the other happy customers, most with a loved one, he couldn’t stop the tears. How could she just stop loving him? When he still loved her so much? What was he suppose to do?

“Um… are you alright?” A soft, timid voice asked. It was such a delicate voice that he thought it had to be a girl who spoke until he looked up at the young, though admittedly pretty, boy.

He rubbed his cheeks and eyes furiously when he saw the concern in the child’s eyes grow. He must look like such a mess. Then again, he was a mess. He gave a slightly bitter laugh. “Fine, just… fine. Thank you.” He said in a quick brisk tone. Anything to make the child stop looking at him, stop showing him kindness that he’d mistake as comfort or true caring. Children didn’t need to be involved in things like this.

The boy didn’t seem to notice as he slid into the chair next to him. “Fine people don’t cry…”

Go away, please… “I’m fine now.” He forced a smile with little trouble, despite the fact he was barely containing more tears. Smiling had always been easy for Chalice, so easy he personally couldn’t even tell when he was smiling for real most of the time.

“That girl… did she break up with you? Is that why you’re upset?” The child’s grey eyes still seemed so concerned, even as he ignored Chalice’s silent pleas and obvious verbal attempts to make him leave.

Chalice closed his eyes. He wanted to yell at the child. All his emotions were irrational so it wasn’t a surprise he’d act irrationally angry. But… he held his tongue. The child just had a heart that was far too big for that day an age. So he placed his elbows on table, and covered his face with his hands. And he told the boy what happened.

He told the child about meeting Ally, how cute she was. He told him about how he wooed her, and when they started to date. When they first kissed. How they celebrated their graduation. He explained that he sacrifice his dream of becoming a professional musician for a more stable job and the same college as Ally. Their happy three years in college together. Their plans to move in together. To get married… What she said about her falling out of love with him. Once he started he couldn’t stop. He didn’t finish until they were the last two customers in the parlor.

The child had been quiet the whole time during Chalice’s story, his hands folded neatly in his lap, his eyes trained on the man across from him. After a long moment of silence he spoke up, “This is probably callous, but I think that fate stepped in to make you happy.”

Chalice’s eyes widened. He allowed his arms to fall from the table and stared at the boy. He couldn’t have heard him right. His life just went to hell and all this kid could say was that it was fate! “What?”

The boy stood up. “I was afraid you’d take that wrong.” His eyes looked even more concerned. “I’m sorry… but maybe you should pick up with your life before her. With your music…” He looked at his feet. “… I hope everything works out for you, I don’t know why but I really like you so…” He turned and ran to the door. “So just keep living so we can meet again!” With that he had slipped through the doors, the same ones that just a couple hours ago Ally had walked out of while she walked out of his life.

Chalice didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do even. But he did know he had to leave, judging by the glare of the workers. So he stood up and walked out the doors into the spring night. And he closed his eyes as the door closed, but to Chalice it sounded like a resounding slam. His previous life was over, and he could never go back. So he walked forward.

One week. It had only been one week since that night in the ice cream parlor and Chalice had come to a horrible realization.

He had no one. Every person he had ever considered a friend, weren’t his friends. No, they were his and Ally’s friends. After their break up though, they were Ally’s. Not his.

Chalice slowly climbed up the stairs, favoring it instead of the elevator. After the initial pain and mourning period Chalice had come to realize a lot of things about his life. Not only did he not have any friends, he didn’t even have any friendly acquaintances in class. He hadn’t even realized he had managed to alienate everyone that was in his major, and therefore in all of his classes.

Then again, he never really wanted to be in class. Or sit there and learn about computers. Yes, that had been another realization. Without Ally, working with computers was not something he could handle doing everyday for the rest of his life.

The more he thought about it, the more he started to hate everything about his life. The school was a dreary, unartistic faculty created to spit people out as fast as possible with degrees. His wardrobe even was bland and had no character.

Chalice didn’t know what he was going to do with his life, but with the semester over and his parents begging him to come home he at least knew what he was doing right now.

He walked into his dorm room and glanced around at the mess. His roommate was a pig. Clothes, food, even trash was all over the whole room, not just his side. He normally would let his roommate have it, but his roommate had actually done a lot for him the past week considering how little he had to do with the other man.

He had already gone through a good deal of stuff, and had thrown a good deal of it away. Chalice tossed his bag on the bed and went over to the small closet and pulled out some boxes. Everything he had thrown away though had been trash or absolutely anything that reminded him of Ally. Unfortunately, that was pretty much all of his material belongs so he had little to pack.

The only then really, with the exception of some clothes which he had to take and textbooks he couldn’t sell back, all he had was his violin. He paused and glanced at his desk where he had placed.

He felt his heart go out to the instrument, as odd as it is to say. He left his packing for a moment to go to the instrument. The instrument was the only thing keeping him sane, and he had nearly neglected it while with Ally. Oh, he had never stopped playing or practicing, but he hadn’t given the instrument the reverence or the undivided attention it deserve.

He lifted it out of the case and smiled a little.

“You know, I’m glad that you have something to focus on other then your ex, but I still think its freaky how you act like you’re in love with that instrument.” Came a rather snarky comment from the door.

Chalice sighed and turned his head just enough to grace the speaker with a dull, not-amused-glare. “It’s not the same at all Just.”

His roommate, the dirty blond boy with freckles, gave a dismissive shrug. “Gonna let me actually listen to you play or you just going to pose like a queer.”

Did Chalice mention there was a reason he hadn’t gotten along with his roommate prior to Ally? The man was uncouth, rude, and so horribly politically incorrect. “I. Am. Not. Queer.” He gritted out.

“Are you sure? Cause one of my queer friends said if you need a quick romp in the sheets he said he was more then willing.” Just commented with a grin. Despite his wording, he was actually friends with anyone and had no complaints with anyone’s life style, which is why he decided he was free to use whatever word he wanted.

Chalice simply stared at him in disbelieve, which caused Just to crack up. “… You’re horrible.” He placed the instrument back in its case. He didn’t really like Just, but at the same time… the man was like light in a dark room. Not that he’d say that to him, Just wouldn’t take it as it was meant.

“Yeah yeah… Hey! Don’t put it up! I want to hear you play it damnit! Play! Play!” He yelled at him shaking a fist at him as though threatening.

Chalice paused for a long moment before he picked up the instrument. Normally he only played while Just was out, which was most of the time, but if the other really wanted to hear him play…

So adjusted the instrument and made sure the strings were mostly tuned before he lifted it into place. He then let the bow press on to the string, the sound vibrating in the small room. He started with a slow, soft piece. It was a simply piece really. Any violin player who had played all the way through High School should be able to play it. The reason he loved it though was the second movement, but he wouldn’t play that. He doubted Just had the attention span for it.

Just whistled after he finished the first movement. “Pretty little piece. It’s weird. I got all use to the idea that you were a computer geek and now I see you playing and looking like some professional violinist guy. Never thought about it, but I guess it fits you a whole lot better then you at a computer.”

Chalice allowed a smile to slip on his face, though whether or not it was sincere he couldn’t tell. He placed the instrument back its case. “Thank you. Was thinking about changing my major…” He commented more for conversation purposes then because he actually wanted to hear his opinion. He began to polish the violin.

“Seriously? What a time to up and change majors… going to run off to the music majors and play the violin?” He asked curiously.

He stopped in his movements. “… Probably not. I’m not good enough, not really. The level of professionals is amazing nowadays. I’d be eaten alive.” He shrugged as he stared sadly, and maybe a bit longingly at the violin.

“If you say so, hey I’m going clubbing tonight with some friends. Wanna come? You know, find you a rebound girl?” Just easily skipped to a new topic.

“No. Thank you, but I’m fine.” Chalice smiled at him. “Have to pack up anyways, then leaving early in the morning.”

“Ah, you’re no fun. Gotta get out there if you’re ever going to do anything with your life. I mean come on! You spent how long with one girl? That’s a crime if you ask me!” He casually flopped down on his very messy unmade bed.

Chalice didn’t feel a need to respond to that comment. No, he didn’t really like Just, but right at this moment he needed someone like him just to keep him from dwelling on things. A necessary evil, he thought.

Chalice didn’t live very far from the college where he had spent three years of his life. No. He lived only an hour and a half away. Enough that his parents allowed him to get a dorm rather then commute, but not far enough away that he couldn’t visit them often. Though, thinking back now… he had almost never visited them.

He sighed, not paying attention to anything around him. Another wave a realizations hit. He was a bad son, a bad older brother, a bad friend, and more then likely a bad boyfriend. But at least that could be crossed off the list now since he had been dumped, he thought bitterly.

“Earth to Chalice!! Wait on the customer or I’ll fire you!!”

Chalice jumped a bit and turned to look at the manager. His manager. The manager of the local burger place in town where he had gotten a job at just to get away from his family’s constant questions. He winced a bit at the glare he received and looked at the customer, who was giving him a glare that was just as angry as his manager’s.

He sighed again and smiled, though he was positive this one had to be fake. “May I take your order?”

He kept his smile firmly in place as the man, overweight and balding, barked out his order at him. He typed it into the register. He had only been here about two weeks and had picked up everything quickly, though he wasn’t sure that was something to brag about.

“Will that be all, sir?” His smile never wavered. He had to wonder why it was so easy for him to smile. He could find a lot of irony to resent in that subject if he focused on it too long.

The man snarled a bit. “Yes.” It wasn’t Chalice’s fault he had to ask that. He didn’t want to ask. Especially to people who looked like they need to stay at least five miles from any fast food restaurant…

“CHALICE! Give the man his food!!”

He immediately spun around and started to grabbed the already made food and put it on the try. He never meant to zone out, it just happened. He sighed as the man gave him a very pissed off look and stormed off with his tray. He was so going to get fired soon. At least he had one check worth of money to spend.

“Have a nice day.” Chalice called after him.

His manager walked up next to him, obviously displeased. “You’re shifts over, head on out. You better pay more attention tomorrow, understand? I can still fire you without a reason.” He warned before walking to the back.

He sighed. He had taken to sighing, there was something fulfilling about sighing. His sister just called him emo. He rolled his eyes and headed out towards his car.

It was a hot day, but it that was to be expected. After all, it was summer. He slipped into his little car and turned it on. He didn’t immediately start heading home; instead he just started to drive around the town. After a moment he realized he was listening to a pop station.

He had been sharing the car with his sister, whose car was as moody as all hell and didn’t like to work on some days just because it didn’t feel like it. So his stations were all messed. He sighed and held down the seek button until his station showed up. It was a classic station. He hummed along with the song on the radio. It wasn’t that he disliked current music; it was that he enjoyed the song more without words.

He grew up in a small town that was overshadowed by a large city nearby that everyone always was running off to. Everyone knew everyone else. It was pleasant. He glanced at the people, but found that he didn’t recognize most of them. He didn’t really belong in the little town anymore.

It was strange to say that, but sometimes once you leave a place it’s no longer your home. Chalice wasn’t really welcomed here, though there was no one who said it or even seemed to really think that. Except they all acted like it. There was a certain amount of tension and suspicion only newcomers were meet with in small towns like this. Everyone acted like that around Chalice.

He stopped at a red light and stared at it. He wasn’t sure where the hell he did belong. If not even his home town was his home, what was? Certainly not the big city where so many memories of Ally still lingered. No, he had decided he wasn’t going back there. Of course, that’s all he could seem to do. Crossing off the only choices he was conscious he had. Couldn’t go back to his old college, couldn’t stay at home, couldn’t even stay in his home town.

He managed to zone back to reality in time to catch the green light and start moving before he was honked at by the car behind him. He headed towards his ‘home’ now, though it was more because he didn’t want to have to put more gas in his car then he had to. The truth was, he didn’t want to go home because his parents kept asking him about the same three things. What he was doing next fall. What he girl he was going to ask out now he was single. And Ally. The conversation always ended up talking about him and Ally. About how perfect they were…

It still hurt so much. It hadn’t even started to dull yet. He didn’t know what he was going to do with his life. He didn’t want anyone but Ally. But he couldn’t have her, so he didn’t want everyone always talking about her.

He sighed.

Chalice pulled up into the front of his house and parked the car. He stared at the reasonably sized house that still retained a little of the homey feel of the small house. He got out and walked up the side walk to the door.

“Chalice! Take me to the mall!” His sister had opened to the door right as he had reached for the door knob, causing him to jump.

He stared at his sister while processing what she said. He looked into her honey brown eyes that were sharp and demanding with her similar raven brown hair that went mid back, but bangs that framed her face cutely. “… No. I’m tired. Ask someone else to take you Chastity.” He pushed past her. Did he mention his family loved ‘ch’ names? They were a weird bunch.

He heard his sister stomp her foot. For a sixteen year old, she sure acted like a kid. “Come on! Please? I’ll let you drag me to the music store! I’ll even buy you some strings or a music book!” She asked, but this time pleadingly.

Chalice stopped, finding the offer rather to his liking. “Fine, I’ll take you. Let me take a shower real quick. I smell like hamburgers.”

His sister snickered. “Probably, wouldn’t want to risk walking past a hungry dog like that. He’d eat you up.” She bounced past him. “Hurry up!”

Chalice didn’t even respond. He was too busy trying to figure out what made his sister decide to warn him about dogs coming after him because he smelled like hamburgers. Not necessarily wrong, but… really random. He shrugged and chalked it up to his sister being weird and went to the bathroom to shower.

He tossed his clothes off carelessly before he started up the shower. He hummed a bit of an old sonata that he had started to play again on his violin while he waited. He glanced at the mirror and frowned.

He had lost weight. He had always been one of those scrawny boys who had to work not to be below their target weight, but he lost even more. He moved more in front of the mirror to look at himself.

He worked out sporadically, but still had somehow managed to gain some muscle. He ran his ran his hand over his stomach. His long fingers easy spreading out across it. His long, thin arms were attached to it. Actually, even his legs were rather long for his size. He was about average, but not by a whole lot.

He shook his head and focused on his face for a moment. Dark circles under his eyes, that is if you could them behind his long black bangs that covered most of his face. He was starting to look emo. Maybe he’d get around to cutting them.

“Chalice!! Hurry up already!” His sister yelled from the other side of the door.

“I’ll be out in ten minutes!” He yelled and quickly turned away from his pathetic looking reflection and into the shower where he quickly worked on getting the meat scent off himself.

Twenty minutes later he was out of the shower and dressed heading out the door with his sister.

“So mind telling me why you had to go to the mall right now?” He asked once they had settled into the car and had taken off.

His sister lifted her nose up a bit in a defensive manner. “Yes, I mind. I’m bribing you so…” She then stuck her tongue out at him.

He was getting sick of her constantly back talking to him, but he said nothing. Instead he just glared at the road as he drove. He ignored the fact she put on her crappy pop music that shouldn’t even be considered music. He didn’t say anything even when she sang along with it so very horribly out of tune. He drove around the mall parking lot for twenty minutes as he looked for a spot close up because his sister refused to walk.

He said absolutely nothing as they went to every store in mall looking for something, what he was not being told.

“I’m not sure what to get…” She frowned as they walked out of another store.

Chalice glanced at his sister in annoyance. “Well, I can’t help unless I know what you’re after.”

His sister huffed and opened her mouth to give a scathing retort, but was cut off.

“CHALICE!!!”

Chalice was then attacked from behind. Not accurate, but saying he was glomped just didn’t work.

He glanced over at his shoulder to see Just latched on to his back with an obnoxious expression on his face. “… Hi.”

“Wow. You’re enthusiasm is so over the top man, don’t hurt yourself just to say hi to me.” He rolled his eyes and released him, but grinned. “Wasn’t expecting to see you again, at least not until the fall.”

Chalice smiled just a bit. Just was horrible, but was kind of something you liked when all you had were reasons to dislike. “Funny.”

His sister coughed a bit. “Hi.” She smiled at Just, obviously a bit smitten with him.

Just looked at her and then at Chalice and then back again. “… I seriously hope you’re related, ‘cause if not you have self-absorption issues that need professional help.”

He rolled his eyes. “My sister Chastity, Chastity my old roommate Just.”

“Nice to meet ya.” Just grinned and wave.

Chastity smiled cutely. “Likewise.” She glanced at Chalice. “I didn’t know you had any friends, especially cute ones.” She turned to smile at Just.

Chalice gritted his teeth, just slightly, but Just decided to speak up. “Ouch, harsh. Though nice to know I’m cute.” He threw his arm around Chalice’s shoulder. “Hey! I have an idea, since I’m you’re cute friend and all, why don’t you come clubbing with me and my group tonight?”

He was just about to reply that he didn’t want to when his sister piped up. “Chalice drink and dance? He’s kind of the Saturday night stamp collection guy, doesn’t really fit him.” She giggled at the image.

“Sure, where do you want to meet at?” Chalice asked.

His sister looked at him in shock. Just simply grinned and squeezed his shoulder. “Seriously? Awesome! We’re all meeting up at a friend’s house before heading out, so we only have one car and only one designated driver.” He started to rattle on about what they had planned.

Chalice didn’t want to go, but he was so pissed off at his sister. At everyone. He was tired of being the butt of the joke. Tired of being alone, but most of all he was tired of everyone thinking they knew him and what he would do.

So he got Just to write down the address of his friend’s house and his cell in case he had problems before he dragged his still surprised, but thankfully quiet sister, out of the mall.


He felt better getting in the car then he had in a long time. It hadn’t been an explosion, but he had let his emotions finally out. It felt like he had been standing on an edge for a long time waiting to jump, but ended up just needing a push.

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Weeee!! First chapter is up! Anyways, for anyone who kindly read the whole thing, can you kindly review? Feedback is always wanted. Hopefully it won't be too long for the next chapter.

Oh, and Chalice will be less angsty as the story goes. ^^;