I don't own any Outlaw Star characters mentioned in this fanfic. Wish I did, but I don't =\ So yea...no one sue me.
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"Hey, Brandon, get me another." I slowly pushed an empty glass towards the bar tender. "Are you ever gonna get enough of this stuff, Raseyu?" He asked, pouring liquor into the shiny little glass. He shoved it back to me. "Naw...Don't guess I ever will." I replied, staring at him with glassy eyes. He let out a slight gasp, "Raseyu, you don't need anymore drinks tonight." I didn't care what he said, I needed to drown my sorrows somehow, and this was my method of drowning them. I slowly leaned back on the stool, not realizing it lacked a back. The young man quickly maneuvered around the counter, catching me in his arms. He shook his head while gazing down at me, "You can't drink like this all the time. I get worried about you, ya know?" His eyes reflected what little light was shining in the bar. "Yeah" I whispered in reply. I buried my face in his white shirt, breathing in his scent, as he carried me to the back of the bar. "You smell good." I whispered, looking up at him and smiling. "Uhh...thanks." He responded awkwardly. Brandon set me gently on a bed. "You'll sleep here tonight. If I were to let you go, you might get yourself killed." He threw a blanket on the end of the bed, and walked out of the room momentarily. I stared blankly at the white ceiling, watching as the glow on it quickly died. Brandon reentered the room, brushing his dark hair back with his hand. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked, turning over on my side. "I dunno. I'll find something." He answered looking around the room. A deafening silence swept over us, until Brandon pulled out an antique rocking chair. "This is my bed tonight, I suppose." He set the chair next to the bed. "What? You're sleeping there?!" I yelled out abruptly. "Yeah, I'm sleeping here." He smiled warmly while I stared at him wide eyed. "You can't sleep there. You won't rest well." I insisted. He quickly placed his finger against my lips. "Shhh. I'm sleeping here. End of discussion." He pulled the blanket, he had set at the end of the bed earlier, over me. "Good night, Raseyu." Brandon sat down in the rocking chair. "Night." I glanced about the room until Brandon spoke again. "You know drinking is bad for you, right?" I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. *The last thing I need right now is a lecture about drinking.* I thought to myself. A few moments before falling asleep, I felt Brandon take my hand in his.
It all started a year before. A girl, running from the law, finding herself in a half empty bar a few hours before closing time. I had run for quite some time, then found myself at that bar. When we met, that night was almost the same as this...
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"You need a drink?" The bartender asked. "Sure, I could use a drink." I replied, sitting down on a stool. "What would ya like?" He smiled warmly, his dark eyes reflecting a yellowish glow. "Doesn't matter. Anything'll do." I laid my head on the cold counter, waiting for him to get my drink. I felt something bump me on the head, and looked up. "Here ya go." He smiled pushing the glass to me. "Thanks," I sighed, downing the drink in one gulp. "Wow." He looked at me, his eyes flashing. I set the empty glass on the counter, and glanced up at the bartender. "Another, please." He nodded, handing me a bottle Vodka. "Hmmm...Thanks." I stood from the stool, taking the bottle with me. I turned and began to walk away, then stopped. "Oh, leave the bar open tonight. I'll be coming back."
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"Raseyu." I only heard my name as a whisper, but it slowly became louder, each time it was said. I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the light in the room. "Morning." I glanced over to the doorway. "Mornin'." I replied to Brandon. "What do ya want for breakfast?" I swept my hair from my face. "What ya got?" Brandon walked to the bed, and smiled. "Anything you want." He took my hand and pulled me from the bed. "Bran-" He placed his hand over my mouth. "I'm just being a gentleman, and helping you out of bed. I'm not trying to get to your heart, Raseyu. Though I wish you felt the same about me as I do you." He removed his hand and led me to his kitchen. "I'm sorry." I whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. The floor boards were cold and creaked underneath my feet. I took a seat at the table. "Here." Brandon set a glass of orange juice in front of me, and smiled. I picked up the glass and took a sip of the bitter drink. "Brandon," I set the glass back on the table. "Why do people fall in love?" The question seemed to startle him slightly. "I dunno." He answered quietly. I sighed, running my fingers along the rim of the glass. "Love's not forever, you know." Brandon slammed his fist against the table, causing my drink to spill. "If it's not forever, then why did I fall in love with you?" I grabbed up the glass, and began to wipe up the spill. "Because you have nothing better to do?" I said coldly, raising the glass to my mouth. Brandon cried out, slapping the glass from my hand. The glass flew from my hand, and smashed against the floor. "I-I'm sorry," He fell to his knees, "But, Raseyu, why can't we pretend love is forever?" I turned away from him, and spoke, "I shouldn't have brought that up. Should have known it would cause trouble." Brandon rose to his feet, "Yeah, it caused a lot of trouble." He turned the TV on then left the room. "Ugh." I tugged at my hair angrily. "Why must things be so complicated?"
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Yesh this is my first fanfic. If you read, please review. Oya, like to give some props to my older bro who helped me with lil parts of the story. If you liked it please review, 'cause I don't want to continue writing something no one likes. I'll have longer and hopefully more exciting chapters up, if people like it -_-" Oh...and yes I know I'm messy, that's why i have very few paragraphs ;_; btw...my name and the girl's in the fanfic have the same names, this happened because I thought the name 'Raseyu' fit her better than another I had picked out.
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"Hey, Brandon, get me another." I slowly pushed an empty glass towards the bar tender. "Are you ever gonna get enough of this stuff, Raseyu?" He asked, pouring liquor into the shiny little glass. He shoved it back to me. "Naw...Don't guess I ever will." I replied, staring at him with glassy eyes. He let out a slight gasp, "Raseyu, you don't need anymore drinks tonight." I didn't care what he said, I needed to drown my sorrows somehow, and this was my method of drowning them. I slowly leaned back on the stool, not realizing it lacked a back. The young man quickly maneuvered around the counter, catching me in his arms. He shook his head while gazing down at me, "You can't drink like this all the time. I get worried about you, ya know?" His eyes reflected what little light was shining in the bar. "Yeah" I whispered in reply. I buried my face in his white shirt, breathing in his scent, as he carried me to the back of the bar. "You smell good." I whispered, looking up at him and smiling. "Uhh...thanks." He responded awkwardly. Brandon set me gently on a bed. "You'll sleep here tonight. If I were to let you go, you might get yourself killed." He threw a blanket on the end of the bed, and walked out of the room momentarily. I stared blankly at the white ceiling, watching as the glow on it quickly died. Brandon reentered the room, brushing his dark hair back with his hand. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked, turning over on my side. "I dunno. I'll find something." He answered looking around the room. A deafening silence swept over us, until Brandon pulled out an antique rocking chair. "This is my bed tonight, I suppose." He set the chair next to the bed. "What? You're sleeping there?!" I yelled out abruptly. "Yeah, I'm sleeping here." He smiled warmly while I stared at him wide eyed. "You can't sleep there. You won't rest well." I insisted. He quickly placed his finger against my lips. "Shhh. I'm sleeping here. End of discussion." He pulled the blanket, he had set at the end of the bed earlier, over me. "Good night, Raseyu." Brandon sat down in the rocking chair. "Night." I glanced about the room until Brandon spoke again. "You know drinking is bad for you, right?" I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. *The last thing I need right now is a lecture about drinking.* I thought to myself. A few moments before falling asleep, I felt Brandon take my hand in his.
It all started a year before. A girl, running from the law, finding herself in a half empty bar a few hours before closing time. I had run for quite some time, then found myself at that bar. When we met, that night was almost the same as this...
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"You need a drink?" The bartender asked. "Sure, I could use a drink." I replied, sitting down on a stool. "What would ya like?" He smiled warmly, his dark eyes reflecting a yellowish glow. "Doesn't matter. Anything'll do." I laid my head on the cold counter, waiting for him to get my drink. I felt something bump me on the head, and looked up. "Here ya go." He smiled pushing the glass to me. "Thanks," I sighed, downing the drink in one gulp. "Wow." He looked at me, his eyes flashing. I set the empty glass on the counter, and glanced up at the bartender. "Another, please." He nodded, handing me a bottle Vodka. "Hmmm...Thanks." I stood from the stool, taking the bottle with me. I turned and began to walk away, then stopped. "Oh, leave the bar open tonight. I'll be coming back."
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"Raseyu." I only heard my name as a whisper, but it slowly became louder, each time it was said. I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the light in the room. "Morning." I glanced over to the doorway. "Mornin'." I replied to Brandon. "What do ya want for breakfast?" I swept my hair from my face. "What ya got?" Brandon walked to the bed, and smiled. "Anything you want." He took my hand and pulled me from the bed. "Bran-" He placed his hand over my mouth. "I'm just being a gentleman, and helping you out of bed. I'm not trying to get to your heart, Raseyu. Though I wish you felt the same about me as I do you." He removed his hand and led me to his kitchen. "I'm sorry." I whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. The floor boards were cold and creaked underneath my feet. I took a seat at the table. "Here." Brandon set a glass of orange juice in front of me, and smiled. I picked up the glass and took a sip of the bitter drink. "Brandon," I set the glass back on the table. "Why do people fall in love?" The question seemed to startle him slightly. "I dunno." He answered quietly. I sighed, running my fingers along the rim of the glass. "Love's not forever, you know." Brandon slammed his fist against the table, causing my drink to spill. "If it's not forever, then why did I fall in love with you?" I grabbed up the glass, and began to wipe up the spill. "Because you have nothing better to do?" I said coldly, raising the glass to my mouth. Brandon cried out, slapping the glass from my hand. The glass flew from my hand, and smashed against the floor. "I-I'm sorry," He fell to his knees, "But, Raseyu, why can't we pretend love is forever?" I turned away from him, and spoke, "I shouldn't have brought that up. Should have known it would cause trouble." Brandon rose to his feet, "Yeah, it caused a lot of trouble." He turned the TV on then left the room. "Ugh." I tugged at my hair angrily. "Why must things be so complicated?"
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Yesh this is my first fanfic. If you read, please review. Oya, like to give some props to my older bro who helped me with lil parts of the story. If you liked it please review, 'cause I don't want to continue writing something no one likes. I'll have longer and hopefully more exciting chapters up, if people like it -_-" Oh...and yes I know I'm messy, that's why i have very few paragraphs ;_; btw...my name and the girl's in the fanfic have the same names, this happened because I thought the name 'Raseyu' fit her better than another I had picked out.