Disclaimer: none of these characters and places are mine. They all belong to god almighty Katsuhiro Otomo. Too sad. I wish Tetsuo was mine. And Kaneda too.
Writer notes: Hey! This is the first time I'm posting something on , and my first fanfic in english. So, since I'm not a native speaker, it may have some mistakes. If you see one, please tell me. I was thinking of making it a one-shot but it's getting longer as I've expected first. I hope you like it.
xoxo midori
Every night it was the same: they would meet at the Harukiya, smoke some cigarettes, swallow some pills. Then they would run around the city, fast in their motorcycles, hearts beating even faster, throats sore from screaming at themselves, at people in the streets, at the world. They would chase some fuckers and then smash their heads off. Violence was their favorite drug, after all. They would stop by some shitty bar, or even again at the Harukiya, if it's not closed. Drink some beers, smoke more, laugh and talk loud. Then they would go away to their homes, each one of them, high on violence, on alcohol and pills. But one particular day two of them rode back home together. They were doing this same thing for the past weeks. "Hey you can come at my place, I got some whiskey I don't want to share with the others, oh and this new game you know? C'mon" he always said something like that. Tetsuo accepted, everytime.
The first time he really thought it was about games and beer and stuff. Sure, why not? His heart was beating fast from the adrenaline and the pills, he wouldn't sleep so early after all.
Kaneda's place was in a simple but big building, with lots of other apartments. It had a living room with an old couch, a TV and Kaneda's videogame, some chairs, most of them missing a leg, and nothing more. The kitchen was small and practically abandoned, since its owner didn't use it too much. The room had its floor filled with magazines, empty cans and cigarette packs. The bathroom still smelling of soap. Everything was just like Tetsuo remembered it to be.
The whiskey was really there. One liter of pure liquid happiness.
"How d'you get that?" Tetsuo asked.
"Streetwise. Oh and I got cigarettes too. Pretty expensive, but I didn't pay a single penny on them." Kaneda said, smiling, like he always did when he did something wrong.
They played videogames for what seemed like hours. Drinking, smoking, occasionaly taking pills, and repeating the cycle, until they were so drunk and tipsy they stumbled on each other and onto the old green sofa. They were laughing for some unknown reason. Tetsuo was not much of a laughing person. He was actually pretty sulky, everyone said that. Unless he was with Kaneda, his best friend, his brother. It was hard to explain, but his presence could change Tetsuo's mood completely. And now he was laughing at (probably) some shitty joke Kaneda made, lying clumsly on the small sofa, and he smelled Kaneda's scent (he knew that smell, he knew it like his own, 'cause it's been with him since so much time). He smelled Kaneda's clothes, Kaneda's breath, and suddenly he was tasting Kaneda's lips. They were softer than he'd think, and they were dry too, so uncomfortably dry that Tetsuo had to lick them. Kaneda smiled, the same smile as before, and kissed him again, and all of a sudden they were kissing as if trying to swallow each other. Their tongues were fighting, like the guys fight everyday. For what? Tetsuo didn't know, but he was always fighting Kaneda for some reason. And it seemed that he was failing again.