It rains. The sea is white from the raindrops hitting the water surface. You really can't see far from the ship, actually even the harbor is like under a dark curtain. Mist and dark clouds dominate the sight. Bah, oh how I wish I could be somewhere else now. It certainly isn't the most interesting thing to do to sit in your cabinet and looking to the storm only to find out that nothing is staring you back. Or maybe there was someone, something, staring to this direction. It was possible, because in this kind of weather it was truly bloody hard to get away from the vast sea.
Blonde was right. I'm not this anemic. Or I shouldn't be. Is it the rain that makes me feel all down? Nothing else comes to my mind which would cause this reaction. Maybe that we missed the loot from last robbery because of the stupid-ass marines. Grr... there was a lot of jewelry.
Speaking of jewelry... Someone has gotten lucky. Not that I would be jealous or anything. I'm not really into boobs. But it is a shame to lose my best friend for some pretty girl. Though he doesn't woo her all the time. I should be more thoughtful to him; I'm not getting any booty before I talk to him. Damn, the tanned man sure knows my weaknesses. But he is the only one who I will listen to. At least for now. Let's see if I get a touch to my closest friend again.
Sigh. My bed lets out a small screech as I stand up from it. Probably telling me that it is been through a lot. I feel kinda weird. Not sure if I should leave my room. I can't be nervous about this, can't I? A glance to the mirror tells that my crown needs to be sorted out. The great epithome of my power over everything flashes in red when I take my comb and strike a couple times through the spikes. I'm so not going to get bald. EVER. I want to have this sign of my greatness forever. Oh god am I handsome... A selfish thought isn't new to my brain.
Crap. I've pushed myself going out for about 20 minutes. I can't be this kind of a coward! A wave of rage supprasses my body and I run out of my room. Oops, I still have some wax on my hand. So I storm back and wash my hands. How this happened?
A knock to my door. Chill man, nothing to worry about, it isn't who you think it is. Turning my head to meet either a supertall Kamen rider-fan or a corset-wearing zombie. But no, of course it is the goddamn handsome demigod of hotness. Wait, what? My face starts already flushing with warmth. And there isn't even conversation yet! I rapidly turn back to the sink and grab the edges of it. Calm down. You're the boss.
"Kid..." The long-haired blonde starts murmuring and sits on my bed. I can't help but to only dream about seeing his face, because sadly he is covering it with the helmet. Damn damn damn that freaking helmet to hell, why everyone can't just see his ultimately sexy face?
"Yeah." A tiny bit of trembling was heard in my voice. Everyone's been saying that I need to get on with Killer instead of Law. I don't get it. Even that one who awakens something inside of me, that I thought had died already, says so. Everything is so confusing. My grasp of the sink tightens. And I can sense it getting weaker. Why so nervous, I could ask myself. I wake from my thoughts when my EX-lover pats my shoulder.
What is going to happen next? How this is going to turn out? Let's find out when I continue.