Title: Brothers in poison.
Author: MissingNeurotic
Summery: I've hit writers block hard so i'll work on another story for now. Godai and Ishigaki are both tired of being stepped on. Finding so much in common in each other, they plan together to do the unthinkable. Will they go through with it, or back out? Part songfic, suicide attempt YakoXGodai
Chapter 1: We all
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Godai hated his life.
He was stepped on. He was abused. He was broken. Broken in more then one place. Broken bones, broken dreams, broken heart.
No one noticed how lonely he really was. Most of the time even HE didn't notice it. He never noticed it at all, at least, not until he got home.
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Ishigaki hated his life.
He was stepped on. He was forgotten. He was ignored. Ignored... Ignored comments, ignored feelings, ignored emotions.
No one noticed how lonely he ever was. He nearly never noticed until he got home. He was alone all the time, he was all by himself, yet not physically alone.
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Godai walked down the streets of the busy city. It was still busy, even though it wasn't the nicest part of the city, it was still pretty damn crowded. Mostly with yakuza, drug dealers, that sort.
"Hey Godai, how many collections have you done recently. Oopsie, i forgot, you quit to join a detective agency, just to be stepped on." A nearby man said, receiving a glare.
"Urusei asshole." He growled.
"Oooo, so scared." The man taunted, sinking back into a nearby shop, a gun shop.
"Bastard." Godai spat, glaring sharply into the store as if if stared long enough he would somehow kill that guy. "If ya aren't scared then why did you run. You think i won't go in there as break everything in the place?" He said, walking into the store, bent of beating the guy within an inch of his life.
Godai, walking out of the now demolished store, spat blood onto the asphalt.
"Shit." He breathed, mentally bitchslapping himself for deciding to do 'battle' in a gun shop. "I'm so damn stupid." He growled, poking at one of the bullet wounds.
Hearing a bit of sobbing from a nearby alley, he turned into it, figuring if he beat someone up, it might cheer him up a bit.
"Hey! Asshole!" He growled to the person in the alley. The boy was sitting on a crate, in a fetal position, sobbing his heart out. He had short black hair, face hidden. To Godai's surprise, he wore a nice business suit.
The boy didn't look up. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Bastard!" The boy looked up as Godai yelled. Godai stopped nearby him, recognising him as the errand boy that silver haired cop always had lurking around.
To be honest, the way he acted, the boy was more like his stalker then his kempai.
"Huh...?" He squeaked pathetically, tears making neat lines down his cheeks. He blinked at him, as if recognising him as Yako's 'friend' of sorts. He sniffled.
"Hey, you're..." They both spoke in unison.
"What should it matter to you!?" Godai yelled, hoping to scare the kid off, for some reason, he was making him uncomfortable.
"Oh, i just thought..." The boy trailed off, sniffling more, looking at the ground. His legs streched out in front of him, hanging over the side of the crate.
There was a uncomfortable silence at streached out longer then it had to, unfortunately, neither of them were too keen on saying something.
Finally, Godai broke the silence.
"What're 'ya doing on this side of town anyway?" He asked, looking down at the boy, towering over him. The boy sighed, shaking his head a bit.
"Just thinking..."
"About...?" Godai asked, not even noticing where he was going with this, he didn't care anyway.
"It's stupid, and it has stories, long stories." He said, probably trying to communicate the message 'You wouldn't care'. And more then likely, this was the truth.
"I got all day, gaki." Godai mumbled, sitting on a crate across from the boy, poking at several bullet wounds he got, tearing pieces of cloth of his clothes to bandage them, well, kinda. The boy sighed, his voice steadying from the last tone of voice, shaky and unsure.
As Godai listened, he noticed how much he was like this boy.
Stepped on.
Unappreciated.
Forgotten.
Unneeded.
Ignored.
Abused.
Nowhere to go.
No one to run to.
Alone.
"...Thatns my story. I probably doesn't matter to you." His voice was shaky and breathing uneven. He was about to cry. Godai stared at the boy, not sure what i think, eyes wide open. His lips were slightly parted, small sounds coming out. Words that could not be formed. They were the same.
"Kid, whats you're name...?" He asked, his voice normal, but unsure. The boy looked up, looking at him curiously, surprised maybe.
"Ishigaki. Ishigaki Shun." He said, trying to steady his breaths and voice.
"Ishigaki." Godai said, the name felt a little weird on his tongue since the words, well, 'names' he was used to calling people were; Boss, monster, bastard, bitch, that sort of thing.
"What's yours?" Ishigaki asked.
"Godai Shinobu." Before Godai had noticed it, his own name had slid off his tongue like water off wax paper, all too easy. Surprised he blinked, he had really just said his own name without even thinking about it? It just... slid off?
"Godai-san. Arigato. For listening." Ishigaki thanked him, his voice shaky again, obviously happy someone let him talk.
"We're not all that different you know." Godai said, again, surprised as it came out without any thoughts about it. He closed his mouth and bit the inside of his lip, drawing blood.
"What...?" Ishigaki asked. Before getting an answer his cellphone rang, playing the assigned ringtone.
You're the best. Around.
Nothings gonna ever keep you down.
You're the best. Arou-
"Moshi-Moshi?" He asked, answering the phone. Godai stared, what kind of ringtone was that? That was shit!
"Ah... Yes... Um, i just, um, lost a piece of yamato... okay... i'll be there soon!" He hung up, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Sempai needs me, sorry. Could i..." He stopped himself. He started again. "Maybe, get your cell phone number?" He asked. Godai blinked, was he serious? He made it sound as if he were hitting on a girl, and he, in fact, was NOT a girl. Knowing what he was getting at, he shrugged.
"Ni. Ichi. Hatchi. San. Ichi. San. Roku." Godai paused between each number, making sure he got all that. [(Note: That means 218-3136. I improvised his number xD)]
Ishigaki nodded. "Arigato. Again." He said, running off. Godai stared at the kid's back as he run away. Did he really just let his name AND cell phone number slip off!? He mentally bitchslapped himself.
"Congratulations Asshole, you just leaked your name and number." He said, getting up and walking off to... Break stuff maybe... He honestly didn't know.
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Okay, this chapter SUCKED.
This story already SUCKS.
I SUCK.
Deal with it. I SUCK.
If you feel like raising my self esteem or helping me along the process with critisism, please do so.
Reveiw... please....?
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