Oh my, I revised this one and 'ho-snap' there were SO many errors.

They're gone now and it's just the fic and it's ficcy goodness.


Chapter 2


Junpei paced back and forth in his room, occasionally glancing underneath at the head of his bed, that box was still there. It was Sunday, and there was nothing to do, much like every Sunday. Everyone was out doing their own thing and unfortunately for Junpei, he neglected to make plans with anyone. "Study?" He said aloud to no one. "Eeh." He sighed.

Making his way to the center of his bed, he sat down on the edge and laid on his side, briefly, only to grab his old game console box and return to sitting. Popping the box open, he got a strong scent of the Marijuana, very much like the scent of wet trees, wet evergreen trees more precisely, not exact, but that was the closest thing he could think of. It was a very unique scent. He messed around with the bags and tugged one of the joints out into plain view. "Makes you concentrate, huh?" He held it close to his nose and inhaled. "Woah...pff." The staunch smell was more offending the closer he got. "I've been told it's bad...but I've been told a lot of things." He debated the idea back and forth in his head for a solid five minutes.

No one was home, and he did need to study. "Let me think." He counted on his fingers. "If she did it at lunch and it was starting to wear off at the end of the day...that should be three hours." He looked at his clock, and it read nine minutes after ten. "The earliest someone gets home is..." He looked at the calendar. "...Yukari said she'd be back by three...but she doesn't bother to come and talk to me...Akihiko's gym session ends at four thirty...that should give me plenty of time to recover if this doesn't work out." He held the Marijuana cigarette up in front of him, it was at that moment, he decided giving it a try might help him study better; it might have actually made him study, period.

"Hmmm." Glancing around his room, he looked for a way to smoke said joint without the smell traveling throughout the whole dorm. "Ah!" He went on his knees and reached under the foot of his bed; beneath his bed was it's own vortex of useless junk and useful things, like a small desktop fan, one third the size of a regular one. Travel sized. He had meant to bring it to Yakushima, but inevitably forgot it the mess that was the underside of his bed.

He set it up his light green chair next to the window and the fan ever so carefully on the sill, plugged it in and turned it on. "Lighter..." He remembered seeing one in the kitchen. Making a brief trip to the kitchen, he made himself a sandwich and grabbed the lighter from the rear of the utensil drawer. Heading back up to his room, he glanced around the floor, there wasn't a sound, it was perfectly silent.

Heading back into his room he sat in his low chair and took the joint off his table that sat in front of his television. "..." He paused in second thought. "Well...my marks can't really get worse..." Throwing away any reason, he placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit the end. Not wanting to get a huge blast of ho smoke, he inhaled slowly and held it in for a couple seconds. 'Did I get anything?' He thought, then exhaled toward the fan, a light, white smoke danced through the air and wafted out the window. "Hmm." Despite the smell, the taste was minimal, dry at best. He did his best to hold the lit end near the window, so the smoke trailing off the end would go out the window too. Again, he inhaled, held it and then blew it out the window once more.

He and never drank before, nor smoked a plain cigarette, so jumping straight to this made him slightly nervous. Every couple of puffs he took, he swore he could hear someone downstairs, but he knew there wasn't. He even go up to check once. It was the paranoia. Several tokes in and he sat back. "Is this even working?" He looked around his room, everything seemed normal, he didn't feel strange or different.

Junpei looked down at the small white stick in his hand. The small glowing embers that adorn the tip of the joint burned a hot red color beneath the black, white tipped ash. As the smoke let it self free from the burning point, he couldn't help but notice that it came straight off, and then make a swirl motion, coiling it into a cylinder and then disapating out the window. "That's neat..." He shook his head. "Woah."

Junpei closed his eyes and got his barrings straight, it would seem that the Reefer took a few minutes to sink in. "That feels different." There was no way he could think to describe it aside from he felt like he was really in the room, and when he looked to different parts of his room, it was like he was traveling to different spots, but staying in the same place. It also gave the sensation that he was inside of his own body, looking out. He knew that was always the case, but now, he took the time to truly realize it.

"This is something else. Heh." He laughed to himself for coming across this perplexing discovery. The joint was nearly gone, so he decided to finish it. He moved his legs into a comfortable position, only to have them disobey him. They moved where he wanted them to go, but the sensation of the rubbing of denim on skin made his legs feel as if they were trying to cling to his clothing. Elated by this new feeling, touched the hem of his pants, it felt as though it was not only touching his fingers, but puling at them. He fumbled around, amused with the new way he was experiencing things.

"I wonder." He reached over to his bed, not too far away, to the soft blanket he kept beneath his bed; it was a soft polyester, just in case he got cold in the middle of the night. It felt odd to touch without any substances, so he reached out and took hold of it. The fibers could be felt the whole length of his hand, and he contorted it in such a way that his hand became tangled in the material, it was as if the blanket was wrapping itself around his hand. "Ooook. Enough of that." It was overwhelming, tickling, so he decided to give it a rest.

Finally, taking the last puff, he flicked the remaining ashes out the window and sat back in his chair, stretched, and then relaxed. Closing is eyes, he could see patterns. Strange hue's of color and many different shapes, at first it was a hexagon, cyan in color and then it moved to a series of lines that morphed into triangles of navy blue. "Intense..." Opening his eyes once again, he turned his attention to the table. It contained two things, his chosen study material for the day, and his sandwich. Ham, lettuce, cheese and mayo, all coming together to make something that just couldn't be resisted.

Making straight for the sandwich, not wanting to study on an empty stomach, he bit in. His eyes glowed with delight. "This is so good...holy shit..." He continued to gnaw at the sandwich till it had been full consumed. It was then he realized why people eat a lot while they're high, food tasted so much better. Amazing even.

At last, it came time to study. He opened the book and looked at the words. It seemed as though the words were detached from the pages, like he was looking at an autostereogram*. He began to read. When he read, the images in his had were so vivid, Junpei felt as though he was dreaming while being awake.

Time passed and at the end of everything, Junpei found himself cheek down around the back of his book. "Are you in there?" A female voice resonated from the other side of the door.

His eyes darted toward his clock, it read four o'clock, and the effects of the Marijuana didn't wear off. Junpei didn't incorporated tolerance levels, so for someone who did it on a regular basis would process it a lot quicker than someone who's trying it for the first time. "Coming." He panicked.


*autostereogram is the same as what most people know as 'magic eye'. Google it if you have to. :)