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What you don't know epilogue:Whichever comes first	By : chibikitten Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 3452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WAIT, IMPORTANT DECLARATION!!!!!!: Ok, I know I promised a sex scene, but I can't do it!!! I had a plan... a schedule for this fic in which there would be place for sex in this chapter, and it was all seemly perfectly patterned, reasoned and thought throught, but when it came down to it, it just didn't work for me!!! I hadn't update for so long becuase it didn't work, not because I wasn't typing or trying to get it right, it just didn't fill up my expectations, and a sex scene somehow had no emotional or progressive sense to me: the plan suddenly sounded like a PWP thing, and this is not a PWP(not anymore at the least), and it certainly didn't fit Matt's goody/suffering/healing character; a sex scene would take out the fun of this fic right now, so I am sourly regretting to back down on my word, and promise not to EVER give a spoiler like that of a next chapter, just to avoid myself the embarassment of possibly going throught this again. I would also like to thank everyone who has reviewed this fic, the last chapter seemed to be made of gold: six reviews!!! that's like a record for me!!!

Anna:
Thanx, honored to introduce you to another pairing, here's the next chappie!!

Bluebird:
Thanxs, I appreciate your liking of this fic, even if I didn't plan on making this an angsty fic(problem with being a muse follower), and yeah... Kane does rules!!!

Manic P:
I know.... the grammar and spelling errors (comes from not having a beta reader, and mostly for being latin and always rush up in my writing), but I am glad to inform you I am currently looking for a beta reader, and made the ultimate desicion of checking my fic for spelling errors throughoutly. Where can I find more Kane/Matt fics?? I mean, I was actually scared to write this fic cause the pairing was too.... unique, I've never read anything about them, really, so I'm a little shocked you're so familiar with it.... anyways, enjoy this chapter!!!

Jackthesynister_Jackthejust:
Thanx!!!! I also thought it'd be a really weird pairing, but my always problem-solving muses came up with the whole idea(thank you, my beautifully gorgeous folder of sketches and drabbles, along with that ultimately boring anatomy teacher, you always know how to get me on track) I WILL keep on writting, cause little people like you are the ones to always feed one's appetite for reviews and comments. Here's the next chap, kit. Hope you like it!!!

Given2fly:
Thank you, thank you so much... I would so much adore it if you would become my beta reader, I desperately need one, and I also thank you for you kind review and advice(I'l pay you if you find the word damn spelled badly from now on in this fic).

Fenris Mourningstar:
Not happy, darling, your reviews make me deliriously happy(I admit it, I'm a review slut).... but now I'm the one being flattered, I didn't know this story was shaping up to be so damn good!! I'll just have to answer you the 'how do you intend to pull it off??' question, and the answer is: I won't pull it off -due to reasons I explained above-, my main muse(an obsecenly boring anatomy teacher) managed to clear my head on this fic and get me -once again- on the right track, so I'm all sped up now(as long as I don't have to write a lot of lemons, they always slow me down, I'm too much of a pushover). And about my grammar and spelling flaws... *bows head in shame* I have nothing to defend myself with, simply try to correct my fics, find a beta reader (you think you can help me out a bit on that one??) and hope most my readers are good at guessing games(JK, I'll work on it as soon as I can)

Miss undertaker:
Ma'an, yes, ma'an!!! Anything my bloved writers say, ma'an!!

For quite a while they talked, drinking from their respectives bottles of licor, joking and telling things that would shock anyone who heard them, considering who the people in the dialogue were: Kane and Matt Hardy.

"I mean it, I did thought it was a ghost!!" Matt kept on laughing out, holding his stomach while turning on the bed. "I mean, fourteen-year-old me wakes up, and sees this white thing floating in front of me.... the farthest thing I had in my head, was that it was Paul's wife's gala dress' skirt floating cause of the ceiling fan!!! Or the fact that I had lost my virginity to her, for that matter!!!" that set another set of laughter on Matt's side. "By the way, don't ever mention this to Paul.... or Mark, Paul always thought it had been HIS alien long hair on his wife's pillow...." Matt stopped laughing to stare at him incredously, though the smile on his face hadn't totally wiped out.

"you kidding, right??" Kane shook his head seriously. "And Taker never guessed it was you??"

"He was drunk that night, didn't remember anything, we planned it like that, by the way... dunno if he found out what happened for real, but he never mentioned anything again...." Kane sighed deeply, his eyes drifting off somewhere else, and Matt knew the humor moment was over.

"What??" Kane uffed out a small smile.

"Nothing, I just.... Taker; the man's taken more from me than anyone else...." He softly said, thinking of his brother. "I mean, when Sean cheated me with Tori he--"

"Sean?!?!" Matt interrupted, almost choking on his whisky, at the last bit of information, not that he hadn't thought of it, the bigger man had always seemed more compelled to Sean than Tori back in the DX days. "No wonder you got me so well... same story there, huh??"

"Not exactly" he answered, taking a long drink of his Vodka. "Tori and I never dated, we just pretended to, for the sake of having an excuse for me to come close to Dx, and more importantly: Sean; she always knew we liked each other, and she was not a bitch, only when she was upset, everyone had to run fo cover when that woman was pissed" Matt laughed, but Kane's face remained straight. "I mean it, man, the girl cut my brow with a lamp once"

"Damn!!" Matt exclamed with a laugh.

"I know.... anyways, she was a friend, they both were, and when they.... did what they did I-- I broke down, you should know what I mean.... I trusted them so damn much!!! I oppened myself completely to them" Matt could hear the rage held in his voice. "Either of them asked or needed something and there I was, for them and whatever they needed. I loved them both so much.... I never got over it, really.... even now I still hate them for betraying me, I never noticed it until now..... how much a person could gather hatred into their heart.... sort of takes a bit of credibility to--"

"Don't even say that!!! you say that, and I swear of God I'll get out and jump off the nearest bridge!!" Kane saw the younger male wasn't joking, and that scared him. He never planned to have that much of an impact on the kid's life. "right now, your words, and what they set inside me, are be the only thing I got to hold on to, okay?? So don't you dare take that back, not infront of me" Kane laughed, and sighed, looking at Matt as if he was joking.

"It takes credibility to my dealing with my own emotional issues, not my believes or the way I think" Silence reined bettween the two, mostly because Kane was taking several long drinks, and Matt was too shock with his change of attitude: Kane seemed to have the mood swings of pregnant woman sometimes....

"Is there anytime you don't come up with a filled with trust and selfsteem injection when no one expects you to??" Kane stared at him, actually thinking of his question before answering.

"Only when I don't need it... when I need that: trust and self-steem, I... it never comes, great luck I got, eh??" He said with a laugh.

"You are not the only one...." Matt took a small drink of his Whisky, it was a wonder how Kane had almost finished his bottle and he was only at the half of it. "But tell me, if your... trust and self-esteem fails when you need it, how the hell didn't you do something unbearably stupid when Sean and Tori betrayed you??"

"Taker.... partly, the man has really played his part as a big brother... Didn't tye me down, but he was very close to it, let me tell you" That triggered Matt's curiosity.

"Yeah?? What he do??" Kane took a deep breath before answering, and a small smile found its way to his face at the memory.

"Locked me up in the bathroom, filled out the bathtub, and everytime I would say someting depressing, vengeful or stupid, he would shove my head into the water and nearly choke me in the process until I took it all back" Matt burst in giggles at the mental picture, falling on his side on the bed laughing, not seeing Kane looking at him as if the cutest thing on earth. "Too bad I never really listened to him..... Matt, Please" Matt controlled his laughter to listen to him, Kane seemed to have taken a totally serious mood, leaving the joking episode behind. "When you're in a tough situation, and you find someone who seems to really care for you, listen to him... no matter how hard it is, would've save me a lot of troubles if I had paid attention to Taker.... and a whole lot of fights, and brawls we had after that..."

"I paid attention to you.... some times more than other, but I have assimilated everyword you have said to me" Matt said, with such conviction it shocked Kane, Matt hadn't seem to listen to him half the times they have spoken.

"Really??" Tha younger male nodded. "Well, tell me, which words were those that you paid more attention to than the rest??" He asked, leaning towards the older Hardy, his elbows resting on his knees as Matt stared at him from his place, half laying on the bed next to him.

"What you told me this night, obviously.... and...." Kane saw a blush creping up the younger male's cheeks, and wondered what that other thing was. "at the disco, when you said you thought I was hot...." Matt seriously completed, though Kane could clearly identify the blush on his cheeks and the hiding of a highly embarassed voice. He smiled, the boy was an amazingly good actor, no wonder he had kept his relationship with Edge a secret for so long.

"Yeah, about that.... why did you asked me if I thought you were hot??" Matt's blush intensified, and for a small moment Kane consireded that Matt Hardy could have held an atraction to him, but quickly discarded the possibility: when someone's heart is as deeply wounded as Matt's was that night, the last thing crossing your mind is feeling anything, not even atraction for someone else. #I should know, spent two months without even thinking of having sex with no one but Sean....# After a few seconds, Matt answered, looking up at him straight at his face, facing him head on for the first time, when it came to embarassing situations for him.

"I just... I was depressed, ok?? And at the time, it got into my head that he had left me because, well--"

"You weren't hot enough for him no more??" Matt nodded, and diverted his gaze from Kane's eyes to his cloth-covered knees, noticing he was wearing cargo pants, and began to finble with the zipper on his right knee, his head resting on top of his hand.

"So, I wanted a second thought on it, and well--"

"I was there and you were drunk, and thereby with your inhibitions down, so you just asked" A light raise of Matt's eyebrows and a roll of his chocolat eyes told Kane his speculations were right: there had been no specific reason as to why he had asked him that, it was just a reflection of his pain. That in itself wasn't all that bad, saved him a lot of problems on the Matt-attracted-to-him theory.

"Yeah.... and I think I may pushed you a little too much, you barely even knew back then" Kane shook his head at the 'pushing him' sentence, he had been caught off guard by the question, but it was only something to ponder on a bit.

"Not exactly, you don't need to know a person to think if they're hot or not" He said, as Matt took a long drink of his Whisky, then resuming the playing with his zipper pants again.

"Then why did it take you so long to answer back then??" Was it just him, or Matt was asking a little too many questions?? #Maybe he's drunk again.....# But their was a certain seriousness and focus on those chocolate orbs that told him otherwise. Kane took a deep breath before answering, this conversation that been more deep than the one at the bar, they actually had an idea out of each other now, all of it based on the honesty in which the other answered, and he was not to brake that now....

"You're not excatly my type" He noticed how Matt stopped playing with his zipper, and his eyes widened lightly at the statement. #Oh, great, now I've hurt him.....# Then Matt smiled broadly, resuming to play, staring at him all the while.

"And what's your type??" Kane choke on his Vodka. Why would Matt care about his type NOW?? Sure, they were in a deep-getting-to-know-each-other conversation, but he didn't want the younger man to know him THAT deeply, did he??? In fact, the conversation in general was bothering him altogether: the emotional closeness, combined with Matt all phisically close to him, was something he didn't feel very comfortable with; he had been celibate for a while, not to mention he liked the kid's personality, so he knew that if Matt -out of despite or loneliness- would hit on him, he would end up falling, and that would only complicate things even more. He stared at Matt for a full minute, and he had that look, that happy kitty look he had when before he had fall sleep on his car a little over a week ago, the same look that made him feel naked under it. He knew that he was to talk sooner or later, so why should he even bother??

"Smaller, less... muscular, like you when you joined the WWE roster, you know..... fit, but a little fragile looking in comparison to me, pretty eyes, nice smile...." He explained himself nerviously, avoiding that intense look Matt's eyes had taken when he said 'like you when...', it seemed to click something in his head, and he didn't think he liked it.

"So... you mean you thought I was hot back then, but not now cause I'm not all fragile looking no more??"

"Pretty much, yeah, though not exactly, I never thought of you like that.... Your brother, on the other hand: always liked him, the originality on his hair and style is a major plus. Makes one wonder if he'd be that creative in bed" he stopped, seing that Matt was laughing. "What??"

"Nothing. Just that I was always the one with the crazy hair color ideas, but I liked my hair too much as it was to damage it by changing its color constantly, like he did." He softly explained, in a low voice. Kane never even imagined that part, being Jeff the only one with the raibow in his hair. "I could get you to meet my brother, you know.... problem is, you'd have to introduce him to the gay world...."

"No need to" Kane announced, and for a moment Matt thought he had actually slept with Jeff, and his little brother had been joking him all his life. "One Hardy to deal with is enough for me..." Matt let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and inmediately put on an offended face, he didn't like to think he was a burden to the other man. "sides, I already told you, me thinking someone's hot doesn't mean I'ma get myself into jumping him.... or her"

"Got you. Totally. And by the way.... I think you're hot, too" Matt took a drink after saying that, watching as Kane, once again, choked on his Vodka, and Matt smiled to himself, if Kane kept the whole choking thing he would never get to drink his vodka bottle. Kane stared at him, looking at Matt staring at him innnocently, and after a few seconds of analizing it, he came to the realization that it was honest innocence, he was a master at reading masks, and the look on Matt's face sure as hell wasn't an act, the boy may have been a good actor, but he wasn't good enough to fool him, so that meant that Matt really thought of him as hot. Suddenly, the Matt-feeling-attracted-to-him-theory had slammed its way into his head again, but he quickly kicked it out, a part of his mind yelling at him that Matt was simply speaking his thoughts out and that there should be nothing else behind that, but still... why would he speak out the 'you're hot' thoughts exactly?? #Maybe he just thinks you are and said it, you were talking about that, so maybe you're just overeacting with the over musing#. In the end, a confortable silence crept over the two, each deep within their own thoughts, not bothered one bit by the sudden quietness, anyone would think they were already used to each other presence by the way they were confortably sitting next to the other, not saying a word. After a few minutes, it was Kane the one to brake the stability, standing up, he clapped his hands twice and took Matt's hand in his:

"Well, let's go!!" He exclamed, pulling Matt to his feet.

"Go?? Go where??" Matt let Kane push him into the bathroom. "the bathroom??"

"No!! To get you ready!!" he said, stopping Matt infront of the mirror. "Look at that hair, Jesuschrist, Matt, you can't let people see you like that!! It looks like two cats fought their butt out on your hair!!!" He took the hair blower attached to the wall of the bathroom and handed it to him, and pulled out a brush from a bag resting at the large marble sink. "Tell me, how do you like hair for attention calling, straight, curly, a ponytail, maybe a punky, crazy style?? Hm??"

"Kane, what --"

"Matt, please!!! You can call me Glenn, no problem. So, how do you like it??" Matt stuttered a few times before getting his answer right, which he also stuttered out a bit.

"Ok, Glenn, what are you-- You do hair dressing??"

"Sure!! I had a mane once, remember?? and who the hell do you think was the one to give Taker, and Sean, and Rob strict instructions to make their hair look so damn healthy?? The hair fairy?? No!! it was me" Matt didn't know wether to think Kane wasn't Kane, or that he had somehow ended up in a parallel dimension, in which the seemly less cared about his looks in the WWE roster was a beauty critic and expert. #though he DID had a great hair before he cut it...# "So.....?"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.... you talk about getting ready, where are we going??" Kane let his arms fall limply in defeat, the boy wasn't cooperating.

"We're going to celebrate!!" He exclamed, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth, Matt stared at him as if he had said the most complicated thing on Earth.

"Celebrate what?!?!" Matt was obviously edging on nervious madness now.

"Your freedom!! The abolition of slavery, la abolición de la esclavitud... La aboliciaón de l'-- how do you say slavery in French?? Damn, I totally forgot!! I never thought I would say this, but I'm actually missing La Resistance, they were total assholes, but they helped me keep my french sharp" He said, obviously not adverting the look on Matt's face as his eyes followed him throught the room to another bag, Kane was actually picking out some clothes to wear.

"You speak french?!?!" Kane merely nodded. "What was that other language you used??"

"Español... I got problems with the R and the pronunciation, but I can manage..." He answered, not bothering to look at him, still ruffling throught his bag. "Aha!!! I knew I had it around somewhere..." He said, pulling out a very small -for his sizes, must of have spandex- see through, chocolate coloured, long sleeved t-shirt with a painting of something he couldn't quite identify. "Don't get me wrong, kid, but that t-shirt you're wearing... not very much nice, let me tell ya" and he tossed the see throught t-shirt to him. "You can wear that, it's much better than THAT!!" Matt could only stare at the cloth.

"Hey, don't I get a saying in this?? It's MY 'liberation', you know??" Kane had to think about that one for a moment. Tossing up the clothes in his hands, he grinned:

"The more reason to do this!! you need to relax, party, go out, see people, let go... it's about mental peace, don't you see??" Matt was beginning to see it, but his sight was a little blury. Kane didn't give him time to focus his sight, he went to the younger male, took him in his arms and, Matt still wearing all his clothes, shoved him into the bathtub. "Come on, it's time to let all the frustation out and get some well deserved fun!! Besides, I need to find someone, anyone to get laid..." Matt wasn't sure if he had heard that last sentence right. "I want you out in fifteen minutes, if not, I swear I will walk in and shower you myself if I have to!!" Matt laughed at the mental picture.

"As long as you don't try to hit on me... being as celibate and needed as you are..." There was a defenitely teasing tone in Matt's voice, and even if there wasn't, Kane would see the teasing on the smile formed up on his lips. The bigger man was so shocked he barely noticed Matt stepping out of the bathtub, proceeding to remove his t-shirt.

"Well, I know I'm a little desperate, I've been celibate for a month, but I'm not that desperate" He said walking to the door, Matt was getting undressed and he didn't need to see that show.

"A month?!?! You call being celibate a month?!?! I haven't had sex in six months!!" Matt exclamed, unbuttoning his tight, blue jeans. Kane stopped at the door to answer him.

"And that is why you got so many damn emotional problems and stress, don't you know sex is a natural, excelent stress reliever??" And then he noticed something highly intriguing about Matt's clothes. "Don't you wear any underwear??"

"No, they make me feel unconfortable" Matt simply answered, as if the most natural thing.

"Oh..." Kane retorded, not finding anything else to say, then closed the door, leaving Matt to shower and dress himself. "fifteen minutes, Hardy!!!" Matt heard Kane from the other side of the door, and laughed again, if someone was to tell him he was to ever go out to part with Kane a few weeks ago, he was sure to hit that person over the head with the nearest hardest thing available; now that he actually had an idea of the man behind the mask he had put out to everyone, he couldn't wait to see what would Kane come up to, the other man seemed to always have some interesting personality twist just waiting to be discovered, and he couldn't help but trying to figure this man out.

Ck: Ahh... this feels nice...
K: What??
Ck: Finally ending a troublesome chapter... I had no IDEA what to do to get a sex scene into this fic, thank god I got into my rightful senses...
M: I wanted my sex scene... (both K n' Ck choke on thin air)
Ck: Excuse me, but.... weren't you the one who utterly refused to be Kane's couple??
M: Yeah, but... K has put so much effort and... he's cool in this fic!!
Ck: He's always cool!! Kane rules!!
K: Thanx...
Ck: You're welcome.
M: What are you talking about, he's scary at the show, but now, in the fic... he's... hot.
K: well, there's no sex scene on the fic yet, but... we could do a little rehearsal of our own... (M smiles naughtily, Ck merely stares from one to the other)
M: Really?? (K nods, grabbing a hold of M) ok, then... (both run off to some other private place, leaving Ck alone)
Ck: Talk about being slutty!!! And here I thought this fic was rushed....
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