Here is what I called a failed abortion of a story. I tried posting it alone, but at the time I felt very unhappy how it turned up, so I took it off. But the writing was too good and I personally enjoy the fuck out of it, so I couldn't resist posting it here! (it was labled as "friendship/humor" when I posted it lol)

"AYO BIGGIE, WHO SHOT YA?"

"NIGGA IM RIGHT HERE," the paper skinned ass emo tyler Oakley lookin ass killua said, trying to score some meth.

"Oh shit what up boi," said the gangster dapping up killua.

"Bro, that ain't biggie,"

"Why not,"

"Because that ain't a hood nigga, that's an anime nigga," said the other gangster (blasphemous hd). "Shieeet man, that ain't biggie?"

"Whoa, whoa, if I wasn't biggie smalls, can I do this (starts free styling)

Moonman, Moonman can't you see?

spics and niggers need to hang from tree's,

And I just love your racist ways

I guess that's why their mom is black and you're so great"

"You see dat Blas, dat shit dope!"

"But Jinx, dat ain't no biggie,"

"How can you tell?"

"...damn never really thought of it. I guess I just spend too much time overthinking the small nuances that life has to offer. Maybe I became so wrapped in my life as a leader, that nothing I ever said could be challenged or wronged. I mean, if I said something that was challenged especially those under my wing, that could mean that people would see the fault in what I said and team up on me. Or even worse, have differing opinions within the gang which would follow with tension and even division among ourselves. The fault in that would lead up to us not getting any money to other gangs in our cartel and you know, a couple of dead bodies if you know what I mean. Hah...yet, I always think about how my mother is sleeping at night. I know that the family separated themselves from me because I became a bad egg after middle school, but one-by-one, I had my family throw me out of their lives like 'the trash I become'. That's how dad used to say it but, hah, we don't talk about dad..."

A long silence filled the air as the tone of the quarrel suddenly changed. The silence felt like an eternity for everyone involved, as he looks down as the ground as if he's looking for something he lost or was fascinated by something he found. He then took a bit of a breath, as if, he had to take a quick breath in the middle of a fast past conversation while keeping his head down.

"But mom still writes to me though. I mean shit, I still tear up thinking about the shit we been through and no matter what it was, she always had my back. One day I bash a nigga's skull out in an alley because they didn't cough up enough drug money, the next my mom writes to me from suburbia complaining about her arthritis. I write every now and then, but don't always have the time haha," continued the man, becoming more and more distant with every word he said. Then all of a sudden, his face starts to brighten up and come back to life as he gives a friendly, conversational smile to his face and starts to laugh a bit.

" I mean fuck! Hahahaha, like oh my god! Like fuck me dude, I been going on rambling about my life and my momma and drama-haha, and uhhh.." then, more distant than ever, he starts to look at the ground again and starts to sniffle.

"...like, fuck me dude. What the hell have I been doing with my life?!" he said, losing composure and letting the tears fall out. When he gained his composure, there was a brief silence like there was before, but a more ominous, and truly unsettling one. Killua felt this as he tried to make a subtle escape, until he gets stopped by a stare from the estranged, and scarlet eyed man.

"...listen kid, I been thinking about quitting the gang life for some time. I think this little charade you pulled off made me realize the absurdity of what I have been doing, so here's a couple of Benjamin's because I don't give a fuck (hands money over), and I quit."

"...dude, what the actual hell you mean by 'I quit'? What about me though? I'm still in this shit. Like I known you for all my life and you're like a brotha that I never had and now you're going to leave me?!" then he pulls in his friend in close and whispers "remember when you talked me out of you know, finally doing it... See, we're like brothers and all of our lives we been hustling for what?...respect and money! We didn't have that shit! I mean how many times do we have to talk about it?! I mean, come on, don't you think that we been doing pretty good?"

"Yeah but no. Yes you are like a younger brother that I longed for and my partner in crime. And hell yes we grew up in this shitty place, but why did it have to be like this? Why did we have to do these horrible things to get to where we are? Sure we have money and respect, but think about what we are doing?"

"Getting money and respect! Isn't that what we have been doing, like what have you been smoking lately?"

"Are you out of you're fucking mind?! Think, no, really think about the fucked up shit we been doing all these years. Scamming niggas, hurting niggas, killing niggas, drugging up niggas mommas so their children can lead a fucked up life like we had?!"

"Oh please, OH FUCKING PLEASE NOW YOU GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO NEVER GAVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT US?! DO HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH FOR US, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE,"

As the two men held the impassioned yelling match, Killua blankly started at the two with a few hundred dollars in his hand. Hey, this is weird Killua thought to himself. I thought the description said something about me and Gon "going off to a new and special adventure filled with wonder and joy!" Wasn't this labeled as like, 'Humor/Friendship' like, what the fuck even at this point...

"LISTEN BOB OR ROBERT OR JINX OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS, YOU ARE EITHER STICKING WITH THIS BULLSHIT AND MAKING YOU AND EVERYONE, I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON INVOLVED AROUND YOU A MISARABLE FUCK, OR YOU'RE GOING TO AT LEAST TRY TO MAKE A "REAL LIVING FOR ONCE". I KNOW THIS WAS MY IDEA AND I'M A FUCKING RETARD FOR THINKING OF IT, BUT WHAT WAS IT THAT MADE ME TALK YOU OUT OF 'IT', HUH?!...won't answer? Alright I see how it is. Then I'll just answer it for you. It's because I told everything will be alright in the end, that's it. I told you that we are going to get by no matter what because we always got eachothers backs. Bad day at my work, come to my house and we'll bitch about it through the night while getting lit. Girl not being loyal, cut that bitch out of your life and we'll go clubbing. You see, I always got your back no matter what. But if you decide not to come with me, it's goodbye."

"...shit. I just can't believe that you're leaving. After all we been through...but if it makes you happy then, well, I gotta respect that. But I just, don't really know how to say this, but I guess I think I have some the same thoughts from time to time, so I don't know."

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a week to think about it. As a matter of fact, I'll give you until next Monday to make up your mind. But when the time comes, I'll be waiting at the 'spot' at 11 at night. I'll wait for thirty minutes, but then I'm leaving for good. I mean it this time so don't think I'm just fucking around now. Cool?" he asked, holding out his hand to dap up his friend.

"...yeah, we cool, but in case I don't come at the time and place, tell Chrissie I said 'what's good', aight?"

"No problem bro. I'm pretty beat from today so I'll just meet you at the 'spot' tomorrow aight?"

"Yea I'm beat too, peace man," Rob said as the two split, leaving Killua alone in the alley. Fuck, now what do I do with my life...

"Killua!"

Ahhh not this shitlord right now!

"Are you ready to go on a 'super fun adventure' like one we never went one before?"

"Fuck off Gon, I'm going home,"

"What are you going to do?"

"The usual...just jerking off to Saier Moon and chill,"

"Wow! Can I come?"

"...sure, whatever," Killua said, as they started to walk home.

PART 4!?

...uhhh idk anymore. ummm, that Kevin Bone dude looks pretty chill.