STORY BEGINS
6 years ago...
People's emotions are very strange. How they shut you out if you say something as small as I hate you even if you were just joking. Or how they can take something completely the wrong way. Or you can hurt their feelings from just not sharing your lunch with them even though they forgot theirs.
My name is Miyavi and I am so hungry right now I could eat a battle ship. If there was one here but all whats here is flat brown land, dirt (I guess thats the brown), little tiny rocks, the road, and more brown dirt. So brown it can almost be called orange.
I Miyavi, is walking down an endless road to no where. I Miyavi, is a hitch hiker.
Yeah, thats right. A hitch hiker.
Meaning I travel around the world having no actual place to go and take free rides from strangers...
Well.
Some aren't free.
Sometimes I bump into people who don't want just a good listener or a free one of a kind song. Yeah, I play guitar, help get me SOME money.
Some people want ALOT more and don't tell you till you've already gone far away from any town.. Yeah, They want LOVE, and, I'm sorry but I cant LOVE you. They might just want a one night stand at times. I try to avoid those as much as I can but sometimes, I'm not so lucky.
Hey!
I never said this hitch hiking thing was easy, or pretty. Honestly it's so very hard! Sometimes you can't eat for days! Like now! I'm so hungry! You gotta be rough, tough, sturdy, afraid of little, and have absolutely no pride.
Sometimes... Ok, ALOT of times you have to beg to get food. Or do very low things to survive. It gets pretty bad.
There was this time I-
-Ah, I'm so hungry!-
Sorry.
I ran into this gang called SuG.
It was an accident I swear! I had to join them or they were going to kill me! So I did and we did some bad things I don't want to remember at the moment. But I didn't know they where enemies of this other gang called Kagraa. So I ran away from SuG to join Kagraa and wound up in even more trouble.
I was saved by giving info to Kagraa about SuG. I was going back and forth each side having no clue but then I was caught and found out but luckily the two gangs where in the middle of a war. Another gang had tried butting their heads in as well, I think they were called...
Ah! I don't remember!
Something to do with coffee?
Antic, Cafe?
Yeah, thats it. Antic cafe.
Well It was in the middle of a shooting between the two gangs. I was trying to switch back and forth between the two without getting caught...
But got caught.
Lucky for me, Antic Cafe came and screwed things over wanting to get into the war. I don't know, trying to bring up their rap. Well I took that chance to run away but got side tracked...
She was pretty.
Very pretty. I don't know why I grabbed her but I did.
I found out she wasn't a girl at all! That was scary.
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Miyavi was running down the ally panting The gun shots where fading into the back ground. He could now hear the loud screech of sirens from police cars coming their way. He had to get out of there.
He held his gun close and started running down the allies again trying to stay in the shadows. Some of Kagraa where looking for him. He could hear their shoes hitting the wet ground getting louder. He quickly ducked behind a garbage watching as three people ran by yelling to go faster and find him.
When things got silent Miyavi slowly got up from his hiding place and sharply turned around almost bumping into some one. He quickly backed away and lifted his gun up to the person's face before blinking and getting a good look.
Her eyes were wide and she had her hands up showing she was no threat. Miyavi slowly lowered his gun from her face and was about to say something when he heard shouting coming their way. He quickly grabbed her hand and started running again down the ally ways not knowing where he was going just as long as he got far.
He found a little space in between some buildings and quickly shoved the girl in the tight space before going in himself and moving a trash can so they couldn't be seen.
They waited there for a little while before things got quiet. The shouting going into another direction. He sighed and looked to the girl. She really was pretty. She had nice blond hair and a short skirt with black boots and a black top. Miyavi just might have grabbed some hooker by accident.
But she looked so young...
He turned his head but was almost thrown out the small space as the girl slammed her lips onto his the force knocking him back slightly.
Oh yeah, shes a hooker. Dammit Miyavi!
He blinked and slowly put his hands on her shoulder and pushing her gently off him. She looked ashamed and turned away from him.
Miyavi was speechless for a minute at how sorry she looked then thinking the kiss was like a thank you for saving her instead of something sexual and smiled.
"Ah, sorry, about grabbing you like that." He whispered talking as if nothing happened so not to make her nervous for kissing him. He put his gun away into his pants so not to scare her and watched as she just nodded her head but kept her gaze down.
"You must be scared. Don't worry. I Miyavi will get us out of here." Miyavi said smiling to her then slowly stood up and pushed the trash can out the way. He looked around making sure no one was close by and reached for the girl still looking around. "Come on, we got to hurry or-"
BANG!!!
He was silenced as he flew back his shoulder hitting the ground his side in great pain. He held his side and brought it up to his face.
Blood.
He was confused. Why was he bleeding? No one was around to shoot him unless...
He looked up to the girl who was crawling out the tight space holding a gun at her side a smile on her face. "So your Miyavi, the one every one is looking for."
He blinked to her voice. "... Y, your, a guy?" His face scrunched up in pain and he wrapped his hand around his side feeling his warm blood spill through his fingers and spread onto his shirt making him hot.
"Bou, it is nice to meet you Miyavi." He said still holding his gun out to Miyavi while walking closer to him. Miyavi tried crawling away but it hurt so much especially when Bou placed his foot onto the bullet wound making Miyavi yell out slightly.
"Don't move, I am aiming for your heart." He said smiling sweetly. Miyavi didn't know what to do. He was stuck he couldn't move and was starting to feel dizzy from loss of blood from his side that Bou was pressing his boot into.
"Thats a deep wound. I was so close when I shot you, I was aiming for your leg but my aim sucks. Sorry." He said sounding really sorry making Miyavi want to spit.
He watched in slight horror as Bou cocked the gun and jammed it into Miyavi's chest painfully. Right over his heart. "This should make it easier now." Bou said placing his finger on the trigger but before he could pull another shot was heard, Bou flinging himself on top of Miyavi to avoid getting shot.
He looked up frowning to see who it was that shot at him. "Who the hell are you!?" Bou yelled out to the other watching as they walked from a shadowy part of the ally a gun raised aimed at Bou.
Bou frowned and slowly stood up dropping his gun and kicking it over to the new person. Miyavi had no clue what was going on since his back was to the person so he just acted dead holding his breath and trying not to cry out feeling the cold ground and sharp dirt getting into his wound.
"You killed him?" The person asked pointing his gun to Miyavi real quick then back to Bou. "... No, he's still alive."
"... I see blood, and he's not moving."
Bou looked down to Miyavi and frowned kicking him in the stomach making him roll onto his back. Miyavi held back a yelp and kept his eyes shut and his body limp trying to keep the tears from falling. "H, hey! Stop, get up! Your not dead!" Bou yelled kicking him over and over again.
Miyavi still didn't move and just laid there letting the other kick him. Bou finally stopped and quickly looked up to the other guy and raised his hands. "I swear he's not dead!" He yelled. "Yeah, sure. Even though he was a traitor, Miyavi is still part of SuG." The guy said as he cocked his gun.
Bou's eyes went wide and he screamed. There was a loud bang then the drop of a body. Miyavi didn't know if the other was still alive or not but then he heard whimpering and knew Bou was still alive. He heard steps coming towards them and tried to put a name with the voice.
... Yuji? Only he could be so heartless as to keep him alive and kill him slowly.
"Tell me, what is your name?" He heard Yuji ask then a thud and a yelp as Yuji kicked Bou making him roll onto his back.
"Go on, tell me, what is it and I wont kill you."
There was a whimper and a sniff before Bou answered."B, Bou."
"Bou... What a strange name. Why is a kid out here anyway?"
"You, you wont kill me, right?"
There was silence as Yuji looked down to Bou then a click as he cocked his gun. "Did I say that?" Kicking Bou again to roll onto his front.
"N, no! Please!" Miyavi heard Bou cry out then some scuffling and a loud bang that sounded too close for comfort and flinched slightly praying it went unseen.
It was then silent for a long minute that felt like hours to Miyavi.
Did Yuji see him flinch?
Was he still there?
Is that Bou's blood or his blood?
Is Bou dead? He couldn't hear anything any more and just wanted to turn around and see but didn't know if it was safe yet.
After a long while Miyavi was about to turn around onto his back but stopped when he heard clicking of boots on the ground coming towards his direction. He almost tensed but stayed still and relaxed happy that he didn't roll over.
The clicking was getting louder. Miyavi forced himself to relax, to slow his breathing, his heart rate and the urge to shake.
The clicking stopped, right behind Miyavi. He could hear the rustling of clothes as Yuji knelt down next to him his breathing even. Miyavi could swear he could hear the other;s eyes as they roamed over his body searching for something.
"... You can stop pretending now Miyavi, I know your not dead."
Miyavi could literally feel his body go ice cold and the hair at the back of his neck rise but he didn't move even though he was close to throwing up he didn't.
He almost jumped when he felt something cold and blunt touch his back then calmed his speeding heart knowing it was Yuji's gun poking him.
Miyavi wanted to make a noise, he wanted the other to go away, he wanted to live! When he thought that he couldn't take it any more there where loud voices and Yuji quickly got up looking around before running off down the allies.
Miyavi waited a few more seconds before letting out a deep breath swallowing a sob that started to erupt from his chest and slowly sat up then quickly held his side. He looked over to Bou seeing the other wasn't moving blood pooling around him a bullet wound in his back.
Even though Miyavi didn't like Bou he still shook him to see if he was still alive but stopped when he heard more voices.
"I think Bou is this way! Hurry up Kanon!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming your going too fast Miku."
"No, Kanon is just slow."
"Shut it Teruki."
Miyavi heard them laugh and panicked. They were looking for Bou.
Bou was currently on the floor bleeding probably dead.
And here is Miyavi, the only one here and standing and supposed to be on the run.
"Shit." He cursed turning as fast as he could and trying to limp away still holding his side.
He was going to slow.
The voices were getting louder. He then pulled out his gun and turned around shooting when he saw a shadow.
"Gah!"
"Miku! Whats wrong!? I heard a gun shot."
"Some one tried to shoot me.! Dont they know who I am!?"
"Hey, it's ok, as long as your not hurt."
Miyavi now saw three shadows and shot again watching them all crouch low to the ground covering their heads.
"Fuck! We got noticed! What should we do!?
"Should we run?"
"No! Teruki what about Bou!?"
" I'm sure he can take care of himself Miku."
"Wait I see him! He's on the ground!"
Miyavi saw some one poke their head around the corner then quickly hid back when Miyavi shot the gun.
"What!? Are you serious Kanon!?"
"Miku, I wouldn't lie about this I really saw Bou on the ground, it looked like he was surrounded by blood!"
"No way!"
"Yeah! And I think I saw that Miyavi guy every one is going after."
"WHAT!?"
Miyavi took this as his chance to slowly run backing away into the shadows of the ally.
"That guy is the reason for this mess!"
"What should we do?"
"GET HIM OBVIOUSLY!"
The three jumped out from behind the wall their guns aimed out, but Miyavi was already gone. They looked seeing Bou on the ground and ran to him.
"Bou! Bou! Wake up! Dammit!"
"Miku, calm down we should get him out of here."
"I am going to kill that bastard!"
"Teruki! No! We have to take care of Bou first! You to Miku help me! You want Bou to die!?"
"That is if he isn't already dead."
"Dont say that Miku! Teruki! HELP ME!"
"Yeah.. But I swear I am going to kill him! YOU HEAR THAT MIYAVI! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I GET THE CHANCE"
"Stop yelling Teruki before you get us caught, the police are here, we got to get out of her NOW! Alright Mizuki, Teruki!"
The three kids were finally able to get Bou up then started out of the allies away from the police and the battle.
Miyavi continued to stumble away hearing Teruki's threat and groaned. Another personal enemy to his long list of names.
Miyavi was too busy trying not to fall from the pain that he wasn't watching where he was going bumping into some one.
"Sorry." He mumbled holding his side tighter and keeping his head down.
"I knew you weren't dead Miyavi." A cool voice said over him making Miyavi's blood run cold and he slowly looked up to see Yuji.
He smiled weakly then tried shoving away from the other but Yuji just wrapped his arms around Miyavi pulling him back to his body so he couldn't escape.
Miyavi cried out slightly as Yuji touched at his side making him slump into Yuji's arms.
"Ah, so you are hurt. I wonder who shot you." He smiled "You are impossible to catch but I got you."
Yuji slowly bent down to Miyavi's ear. "Now what are you going to do Meevs?" Lightly nibbling his ear making Miyavi shake and try shoving the other off him again.
"LET ME GO YUJI!" He screamed his voice trembling slightly and shut his eyes. Yuji just held him tighter.
"I dont think so. You know how hard it was to catch you?" He chuckled. "That was one thing about you, always so hard to get." He cocked his head to the side to get a better view of Miyavi's side seeing the blood on his own shirt.
Yuji slowly trailed his hand up Miyavi's shirt making him shiver, then jump and pull away as Yuji lightly let his fingers touch the wound trying to get a feel of how deep it was.
Miyavi tried pulling away but Yuji held him tighter making Miyavi struggle for breath slightly then hold back a yell feeling Yuji touch and prod at the wound on his side.
"It's deep Miyavi." Yuji said gently watching as tears slowly started to trail down Miyavi's pale cheeks. He wasn't even standing on his own any more Yuji holding him up now.
"I will, try and get the bullet out." Yuji said gently, making Miyavi quickly try pulling away again. "No! Dont touch it!"
"Come on. Don't be such a baby, if you move you will just make it harder for me to get it out."
Miyavi just whimpered letting more tears roll down his cheeks as he shut his eyes again. "Why do you care enough to pull the bullet out? Why wont you just take me to the SuG leader and turn me in?"
Yuji smiled. "As much as I'm sure Takeru would love to see you at the moment..." He said prodding at the wound again frowning at not being able to feel the bullet. It really was deep.
Miyavi's breath hitched in pain gripping onto Yuji's shirt harder.
"I think he can wait. I don't think he is really that mad honestly. This is just the perfect excuse to kill you really." Yuji shrugged.
"... You mean, he, wanted to kill me?" Miyavi asked slightly breathless.
"Yeah, Takeru doesn't trust you, no one does. You where just the delivery boy. The one to start a big enough spark with Kagraa so we could have this war. All what Takeru wants is a war. More killing, more blood shed. Thats all."
"... You guys, knew what I was. Doing the whole time?" Miyavi asked eyes slightly wide.
Yuji laughed. "People are alot less slick than what they think, trust me. We knew the exact moment the first time you left to give Kagraa info."
Miyavi just cursed then held back a scream as Yuji tried going for the bullet again. "No! Stop really your hurting me Yuji!" He said weakly hitting his fist against the others chest.
"It's going to hurt anyway once I take you to--"
He was shut off as a gun shot echoed throughout the allies. "I'm coming to kill you Miyavi!" There was a yell then the pitter patter of feet coming closer.
Yuji cursed throwing Miyavi (non too gently) into the back of a truck blocking the entrance to the street so there was no where to run.
They where way too close to the street.
Just behind that car innocent people where walking minding their own business. How they got all the way over there Miyavi didn't know.
Miyavi landed painfully on his back, dust flying up and around him from the old cardboard and wood covering the floor. He coughed and rolled over onto his side groaning and looking around at where he was smearing dust off his face. He sniffed then started to pull the junk in the truck over his head and body while trying to look at what was happening.
He couldn't see anything but could hear since they where right there. He heard some one speak then Yuji.
"Where is he!? Where is Miyavi!"
"My, my, every one is looking for Miyavi. May I ask what it is that he did that got you so upset? And, shouldn't you be at home? It's past your bed time."
"SHUT UP! He shot Bou!"
Miyavi's thoughts whirled he almost shot out of the truck wanting to yell he didn't shoot anyone.
Yuki not knowing who Bou was and had shot plenty of people that night raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Miyavi raising a gun to any one sounds far fetched but it's possible."
Thanks alot Yuji. Miyavi thought dully.
"I need to find him! Have you seen him?"
There was a pause as Miyavi strained to see then froze as he felt the truck he was in move then heard as the ignition started up. He thought about calling to Yuji then stopped. This was his escape. He could get out of here alive.
That is.
If Yuji didn't snitch on him.
Yuji watched the truck as it started driving away cursing. "Yes I do know where Miyavi is. He's in that truck." He said pointing to the truck turning out the ally and driving down the street.
"What!? NO! You idiot!"
Yuji watched as the other ran after the truck then watched as two other people ran from the allies.
"Teruki! Come back! We need to send Bou to the hospital!" Running after him.
Miyavi laid onto his back closing his eyes feeling so tired knowing he should be ok now and quickly fell asleep.
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IT HURTS NOW! The bullet wound I mean. I have been on the run since that night, about a week. I got the blood to stop and the guy driving the truck helped me. But I couldn't stay long enough for him to take the bullet out, just enough to stitch me up and stop the bleeding. It hurts! I cant move from side to side or anything! But I managed to get at least a good 102 miles between us.
Yet they are still looking for me. And I don't think they will stop until they find and kill me.
I Miyavi the hitch hiker is on the run. Not to mention lost, hurt, thirsty, tired, hot, hungry, and I ache all over. AND I'm bleeding again dammit!
I have been running since that guy helped me having no time to change the bandage or think about the pain. But now that every thing is a little calmer I think I am far enough to relax a little. I think I should check it.
Besides. Holding this guitar and backpack all the time is killing my back and shoulders.
Oh my god! I don't think it's supposed to be this color! And, and pussy.
I think it's infected.
Fuck.
What the hell should I do I have nothing to fix this!? I think, I think, I will need help... There is no one around though!
I, I, I'm panicking! I need to calm down I need to ca- Oh look. A lizard! It's food dammit!
No!
Come back! Don't run please! I'll eat you quick you wont feel it promise!
NOOOOOO!
Fine! Be that way! I didn't even want to eat you! Hey look a truck.
HELP PLEASE SAVE ME! HELP I BEG YOU!
oH BoY k!LL
Chapt: 1/?
tittle: oH BoY k!LL
pairings: MiyavixReita
warnings: abuse, drugs, sex
syn: I admit, I was pretty mean to him...
comments: kk i really have nothing to say. a few other bands will show up like, Kagraa, SuG, Antic Cafe, so yeah, Miyav, and GazettE main characters.
Coo Quack Cluck
9 years later. The present...
Step.
Breath.
Step.
Breath.
Step.
Breath.
Dont, stop.
They are after me.
Just keep going.
Step.
Breath.
Step.
Breath.
Stop.
Just. Stop. I cant, no more please. I want to stop.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
Reita.
... Reita?
Where did that name come from? I hadn't thought of Reita for...
How many years?
3?
3 years since I last seen him. Last talked to him, last thought of him...
Last kissed him.
Last held him, last touched him. last talked to him. So why now? Why think of him now?
He was nothing.
Just another poor crack baby I met at the bar.
A one night stand.
That turned into more.
Alot, more.
But no.
He was just another guy! Nothing special about him!
Even if he did know how to make me feel good. He knew just all the right places to touch. Make me melt through his fingers. Gives me shivers just thinking about it.
Then I found out that he was a virgin until I came.
I couldn't believe it! He was so good! I really thought he had done this before!
I was thinking of leaving him.
But.
Then this idea came to me. Reita was a good boy despite his being a crack baby. I had him wrapped around my finger. He would do whatever I said.
Reita would do it.
I had this idea of keeping him, just for my own twisted mind. I would do whatever I wanted to him.
I told him to die his hair.
When I came back to his home that night his hair was not that same old black every one had.
It was blond.
Anything I said he would do. Whatever it was no matter what the time or the day.
He would do it.
I took advantage of this of course. Told him to do the most stupid things that spanned from getting him hurt to humiliating him in front of a big crowd.
I was mean to him. I would trip him when we are out. Or I would let my friends pick and harass him for his nerdyness and all.
I would let them beat him up or let them do whatever it was they wanted to him that night.
He would beg me to tell them to stop, but I would just stand there smoking my cig watching as they hurt him.
He would scream and cry but I would just stand there and laugh with my friends as he was shoved onto the ground then crushed under the weight of my friend as they climbed over him.
He would fight and struggle then get slapped and go silent. Shaking with fright as they felt all over his body, forcing him to kiss them.
I would let it happen.
I didn't care.
I would let them do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't go into his boxers.
Just touch.
Just kiss.
Just feel.
But no sex. I would let them get far... But not FAR.
That was mine, and they couldn't have it.
Reita would be on the ground shaking and crying in nothing but his boxers as I tell my friend to get off.
I would then walk up to Reita and smirk down at him. Then, I have my way with him right there, on the cold wet ground.
With my friends all watching and laughing their thick tongued laugh.
I admit.
I was pretty mean to him now once I think about it.
But I don't think much about it.
Reita was in collage back then striving to be a great artist.
I remember I told him to quit college. Don't know why. Just felt like seeing that fear in his eyes and the way his face goes down cast. Makes me want to have him right then and there but this time was different.
He looked at me, that fear in his eyes but so was something els.
And he said 'no'.
For the first time in 5 years he spoke up to me. For the first time EVER that I had been with him had I ever heard him say no to me. The words sounded so strange coming from his mouth.
He said 'no' to me.
For the first time.
In 5 years
He stood up to me.
Oh.Hell. No.
I looked to him my mouth wide open as he suddenly saw his mistake and fumble for an excuse.
I quickly shut my mouth still looking him wide eyed unblinking making him shut up and just look at me obviously scared to the point he might piss his pants.
"What did you say?" I finally whisper through the silence of the room, the tv having been turned down when Reita walked in from me calling him.
"I, I, s, said no..." His voice shaking making him stutter.
I quickly stood up making him jump I could see his skinny body shaking once I stood up. "What?"
"I, I... No? No." He said with a little more strength this time and moved to stand up straight.
I was in his face in less than a second.
"Say it again, I DARE you." I hissed towering over him easily. His eyes went wide and he leaned back trying to put some distance between us.
"I, I said--"
CRACK!
He was cut off as I socked him in the face.
Yeah.
Thats right.
Not slapped.
I punched his fucking face in.
I hope it hurt.
I continued to beat him up yelling in his face to repette what he said but never giving him a chance.
I beat the living crap out of him till he was black and blue.
He cried saying he was sorry.
He really did end up pissing his pants.
Even though I was so mean to him. Even though I would beat him almost every night, Even though I was mean during sex and would just leave him making him finish what I started himself. Even though I said 'I hate you.' And 'I'm leaving.'
He would still come crawling back to me.
He would cry and say he loved me over and over.
If I left he would hunt my friends down and let them beat him for answers of my whereabouts then go and buy me something excpensive and bring it too me all bruised and apologize.
Even when it wasn't his fault.
He would apologize with that dorky smile and hand me the gift. I would take it and slam the door in his face then wait a few hours and go back out and he would still be standing there hope filling his eyes and he would smile again.
Snow.
Heat.
Rain.
It didn't matter. He would wait the whole day away for me to leave the house.
I would then tell him to come inside and have him right there on the floor.
No lube.
No warning.
Just happening.
He would hold back his screams and shut his eyes tight as I thrust deeper into him with no mercy.
Blood goes every where but I don't care. I just want to make him scream. Make him pay.
For nothing that he did.
Then I would leave him there naked and bleeding on my friends front room floor not three feet away from the door.
Friends would come and just step over him saying their hellos and such as if he wasn't even there on the floor passed out.
And I would do the same as I say my good byes to them and walk them to the door.
I would be nice though at times. I would bring Reita his drugs and watch him get as high as the sun talking to him about how my day went by.
He would listen, nodding his head while he stuck the needle into his arm his eyes rolling back and letting out a sigh finally getting some more poison into his system.
It was times like these that I would tell him that I love him.
I would tell him my problems and frusterations.
I would touch him gently and cry on him. I would hug him tenderly and kiss him softly.
I enjoyed these times.
These times when Reita was too high to know that he had a body attached to his head.
I would apologize about all the bad things I had done to him and kiss every bruise, mark, and scar on his body.
I would say thank you for all the things he had done for me that day, week, month, year.
Each and every one.
I never forgot or lost track.
I would hold his hand and smile to him.
He would sometimes bother me about holding hands. He was such a touchy feely guy. I would snap at him and tell him to 'fuck off' then tell him to go and paint me something.
Witch Reita did happily.
Then would sadly walk to his room as I destroy his art and say it was crap.
I would tell him he is beautiful and make promises that I would help him get off of drugs.
Promises that will never happen.
I would go back and pick up the pieces of the art he made me and I ripped up, carefully trying to glue them back together and hide them from him in my room and cry that I had ripped them to trash. I would feel so bad and wish and prey that the rips would magicly mend back together. It was a broken piece of art.
Just like my heart.
I would tell him stories about if it was different and we had met. That I would be nice and caring. Not the mean bastard I am now.
I would tell him that we would be the most happiest couple in the world.
Little fairytale stories.
The ones you could tell little kids to bed. With the prince saving the beautiful princes from whatever evil she was in. Then ride away on a white horse to get married in a beautiful castle where every one will be happy for them and every thing will be perfect.
Notice there are too many pretty, happy, sugar coated words in that paragraph? If there are more than 4 good words in a sentance or paragragh.
It's fake.
Those 'And then they lived happily ever after' stories that end with a closing of the book and a warm smile and just as warm glass of milk.
Those were my most favorite times.
As much as I loved those times there were times I would just completely ignore Reita and not get him any drugs.
Just to see him fold like a cheap suit and ask me why as he tries to control his shaking.
I would just shrug and say 'I don't feel like it.' Then leave him in the kitchen as I go watch tv.
He would have the worst shakes.
I would come home to find him shaking as if having a seizure on the couch.
Then I would go and find his wallet...
He would get so ill as his body would go into with drawl.
I would help him to the bathroom.
Then leave him on the floor in his own vomit...
And this is why I am calling his name while I am hurt with a bullet in my leg limping through allies the cops after me and a gun full of the same bullets they found at a murder site 3 days ago.
I was careless.
We all were.
I lost two of my best friends.
We should have never tried messing with mafia. Yet I should of told myself that 2 years ago. I was now in too deep. People wanted me dead, some need me alive to know where money or something valuable was.
I have robbed more banks than I can count. And more than twice have I held more than enough money in my hand that would be considered more than a human life.
So this was supposed to be easy.
Go to the abandoned hotel room #112 on the 18th floor across the street from the Flaux movie theater at 4 minutes past midnight.
Go to the mattress on the floor and get the map that would lead to the 'prize'.
My bosses wife. Who is owner of the biggest porcelin industry in the world.
If I failed I would be killed. One hair on her little head moved would be my own head.
She was kidnapped yesterday night after leaving the 'Sticky Moon' male strip club. She went with her 5 friends to have a fun night out.
She was wearing a black thin strapped dress with net stockings and knee high boots. Her hair was down and she had on deep purple lipstick that tasted of rasberry.
She had exactly three drinks, two sake the last a martini. She danced for an hour before deciding to go back home.
She left with all 5 friends at exactly 2:03am but was soon left to walk alone about 4 blocks away from the bar, 2:22am.
3 of her friends bodies were found the next day while she was missing.
::smaller details::
She spent exactly $54.
She talked to exactly 3 other people other than her friends: Bartender, male stripper, waiter.
Male stripper: Areon Zatch.
Age: 22
height: 6'2
weight: 198lbs
Bartender: Bell Sapp
Age: 36
Height and blah, blah, blah.
It was all supposed to be so easy. Go in, get the 'prize', come out and take it home.
Yes, it.
I dont like my bosses wife. She tried to hit on me more than once then tried to poison me...
More than once.
And she is a bitching mother f'ing slut of a--.
I should stop.
Any way, we just aren't on the same page with each other to put it lightly.
Very. Lightly.
Well, it didn't turn out so easy after all.
It was a plan with the police. The bitch--.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Smock had made a deal with the cops in getting her husband behind bars, and me just out the picture of her getting all his money.
You see. I knew. And she knew I knew. And I knew that she knew. And I knew that she wouldn't want me getting in the way. And she knew I knew so she planed the kidnapping knowing that I would be the one to get her since I was the most trusted. Get me shot. Or arrested and charged with the murder 3 days ago, then either make me tell where my boss was. Or she would tell herself. Get him arrested go to court with her sob story all planed out and get him behind bars for good while she walks away happy with alot of people in jail and her husbands company shut down and escape to America...
This I didn't know.
So I fell for her trap and ended up shot in the thigh and a graze on my cheek.
I managed to get away but is being pursued by the police and is having thoughts of my last guy... Yeah. Guy, not boyfriend.
I never went into how I left...
Just left one day. I left without warning.
I left to get a few smokes and never came back. I wonder what Reita has been doing all these years.
Will he remember me?
Of course! I was his twisted love for 5 years. How could you forget 5 years!?
He CANT forget about me. I was the one who told him to jump from the bridge over the river in the middle of winter.
He did and almost ended up with asthma.
I was the one who told him to kill the neighbor's cat who kept eating the news paper in the morning.
He did and ended up getting sued.
I was the one who beat him almost every night and gave him that scar on his back.
The one that will never go away.
He cant forget about me. To him I am God.
Whatever.
Even though I am saying all these things in my mind my legs are shaking as I walk up those old steps to his flat.
And it's not cause of the blood loss.
My palms start to sweat as I reach for his door bell.
I lick my lips and swallow down the anxious feeling in my stomach.
I shiver as I ring the door bell... And I notice why I am so scared all of a sudden.
"What if he does remember?"
i have NEVER done anything like this before. all my other work is innocent while this is deep... least i think it's deep. never done something so angsty before. HEY! this to me is angsty. i hope it is alright. please have all the mercy in the world with this. never done anything any where close like this before.