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Story Title: Marijuana Mishaps (unless I discover something better)

-Rating: R

-Warnings: un-beta-ed - edited myself, language, misuse of objects in some chapters, OFC

-Disclaimer: Gackt owns Moon Child right? (I guess that means he owns Kei too huh? *wiggles eyebrows*)

-Pairings: (eventual) Sho/Kei, brief OFC/OFC

Chapter Title:Marijuana Surprises (or What's In The Box?)

-Chapter: 1/?

-Rating: PG-15

Warnings for this chapter: briefnon-con molestification

Jaded's fore-words: I'm half asleep as I write this so the only other WARNING that there is, is that this thing is probably loaded with typos and shit and I'm just too lazy to actually proofread it before posting.

EDIT: Wow, it has been a long time since I started this. And I'm not even halfway done with it. (I don't even know how it's going to end lol X) What you're about to read is the new and revised/edited first chapter of this fanfic. See, I got this huge annoying writers block after chapter 16 (on here it's chapter 17) that lasted for about a month and practically killed my brain with frustration. So, instead of trying to force a creative flow I decided to go through and edit some of the annoying grammar and spelling mistakes I always find after I post the new chapter. I also revised some things, minor mostly but I definitely changed some parts and scenes I wasn't too happy with. I made them better.

So enjoy! :)

It started out like any other heist they pulled. Toshi would drop off the pizzas and leave, Sho and Kei would come in, and the blond vampire would sit around while Sho shot at anything that moved with deadly accuracy. Then Kei would feed and they would leave. Later Toshi would come by and steal the gang's possessions (money, jewelry, anything worth it to use or sell). And everything went as planned up until Sho and Kei were leaving.

"Kei," Sho called as he glanced around for his friend. The immortal should have been somewhere close. "Lets go, Kei."

He turned a little to his left as the blond vampire almost drunkenly stumbled out from underneath a metal staircase, his hand catching a railing on the underside to keep himself steady. His reddened tongue swiped at his bottom lip to clean the excess smear of blood from his feed, Sho's gaze sticking on Kei's lip at the motion and he turned around, breaking the split-second spell that caught him.

Kei sauntered over to his mortal friend with oddly-focused, glazed eyes, falling into step next to Sho who had already begun making his way toward the door. They were almost out of the warehouse when Kei unexpectedly stopped as they passed by several large crates of drugs.

"Kei?" Sho asked, pivoting on the spot. He watched the vampire step closer to the crates. The blond frowned curiously before opening his mouth to speak.

"I smell blood."

Sho raised a mocking eyebrow while taking an exaggerated glance around the building, specifically, at the dead bodies strewn around the building. Kei glared at him.

"Not fresh blood," he stated while placing his attention back on the maze of crates in front of his person. "I don't. . .think it's human, either."

Sho was curious now and his countenance dutifully expressed it. His eyes sparkled inquisitively.

"An animal's?" Maybe the gang had been holding something like a gorilla or tiger. That would be interesting, and it was not like it hadn't happened before.

"No. It's- Well, it is human but not . . . entirely?" Kei's response to the taller man's question trailed off as his eyes scanned the containers full of assorted drugs.

They alit on one of the crates near the center of the mass and he was suddenly moving forward, clearing cases of heroin and cocaine in a single bounds and leaps. Sho followed with intrigue, struggling to keep up with the vampire who had momentarily ignored his mortal friend.

Kei came to an abrupt stop when he reached the desired crate. The smell of blood was stronger now and even so, was also difficult to pick out under the heady smell of marijuana. With a curiosity he rarely possessed he reached for the lid and shoved it off.

When Sho caught up seconds later he found a very shocked and confused vampire.

"Kei? Kei, what's wrong?" He inquired a little fearfully as he stepped up focusing all of his attention on the shorter male. Then, noticing where his friend's gaze was aimed, he imitated it and couldn't help the cry of "The hell?" at what he saw.

Curled up inside the crate in a nest of marijuana was a young boy, a teenager maybe. He was shirtless and smeared on his stomach was the almost black crust of dried blood. His shoes were off in a corner of the crate along with his shirt and his bare feet absently moved back and forth as he slept. He used an oversized camouflage, army coat as a blanket, which was currently bundled up under his arms.

The two men watched as he stirred slightly, his eyes remaining closed, and one hand moved down to pick at a bit of the dried blood from his stomach and place his finger in his mouth. He sucked on it and chewed at his fingernail before moving the jacket back to cover his exposed midsection. Then he rolled over and fell back into a deep sleep. The only bits of his body that were visible now were the mop of pink and black hair sticking out from underneath the collar of the coat and his jean covered legs.

"Can we keep him?" Sho asked, intrigued.

David staggered down an alley unsteadily, peeking around corners as he moved along. His hair was greasy and pink strands hung in his vision in thick, ugly strings. It'd been almost a week since he'd been able to bathe and four days since he'd last seen his small family of friends. Now, it was dark and not the greatest idea to be wandering the crime-ridden streets of Mallepa, especially since his guard was also drastically lowered due to lack of sleep and food. But what choice did he have at this point?

His eyes widened like an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi and he quickly took cover in the shadows near a large dumpster as a group of five, no six older men blundered out of the back entrance of a bar, their voices creating a cacophony all their own to add to the dull roar at the ends of the alley. David shivered apprehensively.

Now, most people in Mallepa weren't gay but when men were drunk and wanted to get laid they wouldn't mind fucking basically any young passerby that appealed to their taste, consensual or not. David knew this from past encounters with drunks and he watched as they split, four of the men stumbling his direction and the other two moving in the opposite. He watched them carefully.

Seconds after the four men coming in David's direction passed he made a snap decision to run for it and bolted out of hiding, sprinting for the exit of the alley with only two men, figuring it would be easier to get past two rather than four. He didn't get far, as it seemed that one of the men behind him, a Chinese man of about twenty-five years of age, had heard him as he had knocked over some small, trashed, plastic crates and was following him closely. The two in front of David turned at the disturbance and leered when they saw what was going on - a young, defenseless and attractive-enough teen being chased by one of their buddies.

The pink-haired boy was easily caught between the two of them and slammed against a nearby concrete wall, his arms pinned out to the sides. The other three drunks had staggered around the corner at the far end of the alley, swallowed by the constant flow of Mallepa.

"Mmm, what do we have here boys?" The Chinese man who had been chasing David commented with a leer and his buddies chuckled dumbly. David glared at him mutely, meeting his lascivious gaze with ire.

"I don't know, but he's pretty enough for a quickie," one of the men holding him said with a lewd, lecherous, leer at David, giving him a head-to-toe-to-head sweep that the pinkette could practically feel groping him.

"He's too pretty. Maybe we should fix that?" The other man pinning him suggested as he reached out to touch David's face with a single finger, sliding it down his cheek with too much pressure. The boy snapped viciously at the offending appendage. The Chinese man who had chased David laughed and nudged the other man with his elbow.

"Feisty isn't he?" The guy holding David sneered excitedly as he reached out for his face again. "We'll just have to break his spirit, won't we."

David's top lip curled back in disgust and he gnashed his teeth together in warning again. But the man refused to stop his advance and this time the boy really did bite his fingers. The man howled in pain and staggered backward holding his bleeding hand. David struggled at the chance to escape but the other man held him steady, hands on his shoulders pressing him awkwardly into his backpack pinned between his body and the wall.

"The little bitch took one of my fingers!" The man screeched as the leader of the group, the Chinese man, backhanded the pink-haired boy. David spit the finger he had held in his mouth into the guy's face, hoping they'd take the thing and rush off to the hospital to get it reattached. But alas, they were too drunk to be concerned about the finger. Or maybe the guy just didn't care as much as he acted like he did.

"If the kid likes to bite then well just have to bite back." And with that statement the man who had smacked David yanked him forward by his shirt, jerked his head painfully to the side by his pink hair, and harshly bit into his neck. David had to grind his teeth together to prevent the scream in his throat from bursting forth as blunt teeth broke skin.

Then the guy was pulling away and spitting blood in his face. Two of them laughed while the man with the bleeding hand angrily lunged forward and forced David to the ground with his uninjured hand on the back of the teen's neck. His backpack was ripped away and tossed to the side.

A sharp kick connected with his ribs and he heard a very disturbing crack. Pain followed afterward in breath-stealing volts that racked through his body and David rolled onto his back with gasping breaths to avoid the pain. A hand shoved his shirt up his chest while others grappled with his jeans, groping his thighs and crotch disgustingly as David tried to pull his legs into a better position and use them in defense. His knees were grabbed and David twisted his right leg, kicking the man holding it in the shoulder. A stinging slap was delivered to his face, whipping his head to the side and filling his mouth with blood.

David swung his free arm and punched the man who was leaning over him, hands rubbing up and down his chest and making him shudder, nauseated by panic and revulsion. His wrists were slammed to the hard concrete with crushing, bruising force and pinned under the man's shins as another set of hands jerked at his belt, belonging to the man who had forced his legs apart by the knees and was now kneeling between his them as he attempted to find the buckle of his belt. David heard a familiar jangle and glanced toward the noise to find the third guy kneeling at his side, working on the button and zipper of his own pants while his belt hung open.

A repulsed twist in his gut caused David to gag. He knew what was coming.

Someone seemed to have heard the racket - caused by angry-concentrated grunts and insults and David crying out in pain each time he was hit - and cautiously crept into the alley entrance nearby. The three men looked up to see what appeared to be a drug dealer - judging by his long, black coat useful for hiding drugs on the inside pockets - hoping to get in on the action.

David saw this as an opening for freedom and as soon as two of the men holding him down moved toward the newcomer he kicked the remaining man in the face (the one with his pants worked open) knocking his head back violently. Then he made a mad dash, stumbling to his feet as he snatched up his bag and made a run for it, one arm pressing against where his ribs were cracked. He ran down the alley where the three other drunken men had disappeared previously. He heard shouts to "catch him before he escapes" that just made him run faster, each panting breath spiking agony through his frayed nerves.

Soon he was out on the main streets of Mallepa and dodging people and tables and stands left and right. He zigzagged around hoping to slow and confuse the group chasing him. He threw obstacles into their paths by running into traffic and jumping over furious, honking cars. He tipped anything he could behind him to slow them down. By the time his legs were jelly and his lungs were actually about to give out with each burning gasp and the pain in his ribs had dulled to a numbing ache there was only one man chasing him, the one he'd taken a finger from. What was worse was that they had now entered the most dangerous part of the city.

Mallepa itself was a town notorious for crime, murder, drug trafficking, and gangs but this was where most of the bigger, badder gangs stored their goods for income and warehouses were soon around every corner, along with members of said gangs, who also had to be avoided.

David needed to do something quick or he would be dead. Raped or dead, or both.

Then he turned a corner and found himself at a metal dead end, surrounded by two warehouses and a concrete wall twelve feet high with a locked door leading into the warehouse to his left.

"There's nowhere for you to run now, bitch," the man rasped with a chuckle. "And now I expect to get full compensation for what you did to my hand, you little fuck," he spat at David as he stalked closer.

David fell to the ground then, breathing too hard to stay upright, collapsing onto his hands and knees with his backpack dropped at his feet. He remained panting on all fours as the guy approached him. His head was lifted by an almost tender hand under his chin and it was then that the boy let himself give in to a long since satiated hunger.

As his eyes met the man's, muscles in the gums around his canines contracted and said teeth extended into protruding fangs digging into his bottom lip. His hazel orbs flashed with feral blood-thirst. He sprang off the ground at the man's throat wicked quick and succeeded in knocking him over, catching him surprised. Their size difference would have otherwise been problematic for David.

Blood rushed into David's mouth and leaked out of the corners, dribbling over the tense tendons in the man's neck as he struggled fervently, a terrified shriek escaping his throat. He pounded on David's back with weak fists, unable to get a good shot, and attempted to pry the boy's hands from his body where blunt nails were digging viscously into his flesh but nothing was working. And slowly his frantic movements toward escape from the demon attached to his neck became lethargic and he gave himself up to death as unconsciousness crept into his vision in melting, black smoke.

David drained mouthful after mouthful of the crimson liquid that gave the man under him life. It also provided him with life, and he was starving and parched. He only stopped in his feed to pull away and whisper a short, mocking, cynical and yet sincere apology to the man before he was swept into oblivion. Then his lips reattached themselves to the wound on the jugular in front of him and he stole the last swallows of the man's life with relish. As he fed, his cracked ribs began mending at a snail's pace and all soreness in his body numbed as if he'd taken a powerful anesthesia.

Again, someone intruded upon the unplanned-plans concerning the boy and two members of a gang stomped out of the locked door as it banged open, each with machine guns in hand and annoyed scowls on their faces. David crouched low and held himself perfectly still in the dark alcove close to the concrete wall where he had been cornered. They did a quick surveillance of the area before moving back to the door and re-entering the warehouse. David grabbed his backpack from the ground where he'd dropped it and swiftly slipped in behind them unnoticed.

He picked his way silently through the building, sticking to shadow, until he found the room where they were storing crates of drugs and decided it was as good a place as any in Mallepa for a nap. He set out picking the perfect place to sleep and scented out a crate of marijuana surrounded by similar crates of heroin.

Without making much sound he removed the lid halfway and shoved around the contents so there was a large dip amidst the leaves. He hid his backpack in it and crawled in, ridding his body of shoes and shirt. He lay down over his backpack, covering himself with his coat, intending to get some rest but his mind was refusing to let him.

With a sigh he located the pocket in his coat that bore the small pocket knife he carried. David removed the object, flicking it open, and then pulled the lid closed so that there was only enough of a crack for him to breath. He got comfortable after that and idly dragged the sharp blade over the smooth skin of his stomach. The tickling sensation doubled with the occasional sting gently lulled him into a safety sleep, with the knowledge that a weapon - even a small one - was at hand, just in case.

That night David slept with a stomach full and a a hunger sated, and the comforting smell of the familiarity of the plant he was sleeping in to stave off unwanted dreams. He hadn't even known that he was bleeding when he passed out but it didn't really matter because in ten minutes time there wouldn't even be scars.

Hours later he awoke to gunfire and momentarily panicked until he remembered where he was. He snuggled into his jacket then, letting the noise become something distant, and went back to sleep.

"Are you kidding, Sho? Keep him?" Kei questioned his friend with and an incredulous look. "This is not a stray dog we're talking about here. It's a human boy who we found in a crate of drugs."

Sho looked at him with a full-blown pout. Kei turned his head away knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep up his willpower if he was on the receiving end of that stare.

"But-but Kei~!" Sho whined. "He's all alone and he looks like he's been on the streets awhile and he's probably an orphan and he really needs our help, Kei~!"

The blond vampire refused to respond to the jabs. If he did, all hope was lost.

"Fine!" He heard the braided man huff and for a moment he thought he won. But when he turned around it was to see Sho carrying the sleeping boy out the door to their car.

"Sho! Sho, wait! You can't just- It's not like bringing home a wayward cat or something! Dammit, Sho-"

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