Author's Note-- Oh Gods... I have gotten my muse back! O_O I can hardly contain myself, I haven't written anything in months! I'm back, though! Yay! Oh, but the many promises I've broken... All of my unfinished fanfiction, waiting to be completed. x_x This is going to have 4 parts, and yes, I'm sorry the first is so
short, but the later shall be a bit lengthier.

http://www.geocities.com/sephlorraine/dream.html

Warnings-- Humourous use of drugs and their effects, Shounen ai (RanKen), OOC, Angst, Langauge, Silliness... Etc.

Disclaimer-- Ich heisse Takehito Koyasu und... Er. I don't own it-- Let's just leave
it at that, eh?


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An Eternal High 1/4
By Seph Lorraine
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It was late. Very late. And he was tired. Very tired.

"Go to sleep."

"...No."

"Good night."

"Good night."

"..."

"..."

"You're not alseep."

"Yes I am."

"You're eyes arent even closed."

"I sleep with my eyes open."

"You're talking."

"I also talk in my sleep."

"Go to sleep, Ken."

"I'm not going to sleep."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Ken! Go to sleep, dammit!"

"Aya... Did you know that if you spell your name backwards it's... Aya?" There was a hiccup followed by some badly muffled giggling.

"Ken, shut up and go to sleep."

"I told you! I'm not Ken; I'm nek!" More of that frighteningly cheerful noise emerged from Ken's throat.

"You're Ken, so shut up!"

"Hey Aya..."

"Good night." He walked to the door.

"Hey Aya..."

"Good night, Ken." He reached for the light switch.

"Hey Aya..."

"..." There was a small click as the light went out and footsteps padded to the door.

"...Aya?"

"..."

"Where did you go?" There was a bit of violent thrashing, "I'M BLINDED! I CAN'T SEE! WHERE'D EV'RYBODY GO!?"

"Good NIGHT, Ken!"

"...zzzZzZzZzz..."

The tall redhead bit his tongue, holding back his frustration with the younger teen, now finally asleep. He released a deep sigh, very uncharacteristic of him, and opened the door, shaking his head. He couldn't really blame the kid. It wasn't his fault how it happened... Things like that happen when you can't control your mind.

Aya opened the door, briskly entering the hallway and shutting the door behind him, his first sight was Omi, leaning against the wall across from the door.

"Is he ok?"

"He's never been ok."

The blond sighed, yawning sleepily, but his eyes still worried and concerned. "Yea, but... How is he?"

"...He's been better."

The blond's brow creased, his eyes becoming livid, "Is he hurt?! Do we need an ambulance?!"

"No... He's just a bit under the weather."

"High?" Omi blinked.

"Hai, high."

There was some silent confusion.

"Anyway..."

"What do you mean that he's high?"

"Well... it's a rather long story." Actually it was short, but Aya wasn't in the mood for anymore talking at the moment.

"Can you tell it quickly?"

Just then, Youji seemed to appear, striding from Ken's room (funny, Aya hadn't noticed him in there), [1] a wide smile of mirth and amusement shadowing his attrative features. "Hey guys, you'll never believe this... Ken's stoned!" [2]

The older blond doubled over in laughter, as two sets of sarcastic eyes watched him with less than amusement.

"..." Youji paused as he noticed the absence of humour emitted from his two teammates, "Er... So what happened?"

Aya sighed. It looked like he wasn't going to get out of this. "Ken and I were out on the mission, as planned, and we had entered the lab, looking for our target. I had told Siberian to keep watch while I took care of the original objective, and of course, he ignored me and came with me. Well you know how it goes, Schuldig screwed around with Ken's head and he ended up injecting himself with a needle from the glass case on the wall... A hallucinogenic, I'm pretty sure."

The others stared at him, silent.

"And...?" Youji prodded.

"I killed the target, and Schwartz disappeared."

There was still silence.

"And...?" The playboy prodded again.

"...?"

Omi's large blue eyes looked on imploringly.

"And now he's stoned?"

"...Oh." Youji paused, "How long is he going to be this way?"

"I don't know. I figure the same amount of time one is usually under such a condition under the influence of such...things." Aya shrugged, becoming a bit irritated, and hoping to get some sleep soon. Glancing at his watch, he silently acknowledged the late time.

"How long is that?"

Omi looked at Youji, a look of bewilderment covering his face, "Haven't you ever been stoned, Yo-tan?"

The taller blond bit his lip, looking to the floor.

Rolling his eyes, Omi sighed, "He'll be over it when he wakes up."

As if on cue, a large snore resounded from the confines of Ken's room.

"Damn. We won't be able to have any fun with him." Youji snickered, "Heh... I'm going back to bed."

Aya rolled his eyes darkly, "I'll be pleased to never be around him when he's... that way... again." Shaking his head, he walked towards his own room.

"It'll be over by morning," Omi called, opening his bedroom door as well, "I'm sure of it."

Deep within Youji's mind something suddenly flickered, 'But what if... it wasn't?'


Meanwhile...

Somewhere across the city, in the depths of his mental musings, a German telepath began to laugh with a maniacal echo, into the dark room around him--

"Shut up, Schuldig!"

"Go to sleep, Brad!"

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To be continued...
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Author's Notes--

1) It's really not important where Youji came from, he's just cool like that... and good in stealth.

2) I'm not sure if there is a difference between being high and being stoned. I've personally never been either, but I've been around some of my friends when they were... If there is a difference, please notify me so that I may correct my errors?