Two Steps from Salvation (but I'm only taking one)
58/Banri POV
AN: I was thinking about Banri and how much of a prick he is. Then I started thinking about what his last moments might have been like. I think I'm nicer to him here than he deserves, but you never know.
The cold clarity of death makes you think of some weird shit. Like right now, after cheating those bastards once again the only brilliant commentary on my life comes down to five words: I probably could have knocked.
*heh*
I'd laugh at the stupidity of it if I could; too bad voluntary muscle controls not really something I'm rocking right now.
I should never have come back. The likelihood of being caught was too high and yeah, I was to arrogant to think this would all work out okay, but hey, I bet ya he saved you. I just bet.
I noticed the difference from the forest, the shack was all tidy on the outside, fuck, even the garbage was put in the right bin; tied up and sorted and shit. Thought you might have cleared out—imagine my surprise when you jumped up all bug-eyes—ashtray by your elbow and a freakin cozy under your beer. All domestic like you'd been tamed; by him of all people too. Yeah, that kinda threw me for a bit-Sha Gojyo, ladies man extraordinaire, tamed by a fucking school teacher. I never knew you swung that way, mate.
Well, he was kinda pretty when you got close and the youkai power behind his limiters was nuts, though I still could have beaten him (probably), you didn't have to interfere you know.
*HACK!!*
Ew. I never liked the color red, especially when it's coming out of me.
Those two days were just like when we were younger-partying, drinking, not remembering the hours before waking up with your face stuck to the table by old curry and dried beer, drool or vomit. But hey, we were livin' it up man! PARTY TIME!!
…yeah, kinda sounds lame in here too. But man, you should have seen the daggers he threw at me when you were out of it. If he'd been a cat he'd have scratched my eyes out for dragging you out of Bleach-land and back into the grime of really living. If you haven't fucked him yet and laid some form of claim on his pale ass you better be prepared to be the bitch, because I don't think Mr. Polite's the 'waiting' kind of guy. Dude's too strung up for that.
Ah well, hey, the stars are real pretty…heh…shinnies…um…yeah so, I don't think he'll wait, but knowing you, you haven't figured out that the weird tension in the house ain't philosophical, it's sexual. Wether you want it or not, the two of you are fucking tied together now. *heh* Like an old married couple. *haha* Ow.
Well, hell, I guess that's kina it, man. It's all fuzzy and dark now…and cold. Real cold. But I can't really think of anything else to say. I'm not gonna apologize for leaving you like that again-you know what kind of guy I am-no ties, just freedom. But I don't think you're gonna miss me as much as you might think…you've got a new best friend now, right?
Hell, even I'm a bit jealous. Anyways, gotta go.
See ya buddy…
Good luck to the both of you.
~Fin.