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I Bicycle Kick

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"You're wasted. I'm getting you back to the dorm." Sesshomaru had no idea how he was going to drag the 6'5", 195 pound Nao Kumo back to his dorm with a busted ankle, one arm, and drunk himself. It probably wasn't actually going to happen. Nao was precariously leaning on his right shoulder since Sesshomaru couldn't hold him up, and a crutch at the same time.

Ugh. At least he already summoned an Uber inside before Nao started leaning on his only arm.

It was times like these he really missed having his left arm and hand. He used to dream often that he had his arm again, only to wake up not having it. That jolting realization percolated an acidic bitterness that took over his chest and his attitude.

He started to drug himself to sleep to prevent the dreams, which sparked all sorts of dependencies which eventually landed him in rehab for the second time. He numbed his emotions, all of them. Those times where he dreamt he was normal and woke up a freak still haunted him. It was peculiar. He didn't consider any other amputees he had met as freaks. It was another reason he hated his reflection. He caught himself darting his eyes down from his stump, remembering his arm, his hand. He would remember when he could perform all his capoeira moves, when he could drive stick shift, when running was easier, hell when everything was easier.

Sometimes he even felt his old arm. A therapist said it was called phantom limb syndrome. She recommended that he try going to support groups but honestly, he'd rather not talk about it, or listen about it at all. Drugs silenced the noise. It was the silence, the solitude that he enjoyed, not the endless harping on a part of himself he couldn't change.

He always caught people staring at him, especially kids. They knew. They knew how incomplete he was, that he was never supposed to be this way. Most people either shunned him or pitied him, which was on them because they were ignorant and didn't matter.

He was smarter, worked harder, and was more talented than most people and he knew it. Yet...he caught himself in little moments of weakness where he wanted to be treated like he was before the accident. He wanted normal people to respect him, maybe to be intimidated by him, maybe even to lust after him.

Sesshomaru groaned audibly, he really must be drunk to think about this crap. He had fun at the party, why was he in such a funk now?

He shifted his weight a bit because Nao attempted to right himself and he swayed a bit. Oh. Yeah, Nao. Sesshomaru looked at the massive curly ponytail that tickled his cheek. It still smelled like coconut a little.

Nao…he never treated him differently, not even when they first met. At least not from what he could tell, and he usually picked up on it pretty quickly. Nao was different; Nao wasn't beneath him like most idiots he met…hmmm….Nao beneath him….Sesshomaru shoved the thought of Nao naked beneath him from his mind and focused on the faint bass thumping from the bad speakers in the house that he just left.

The party was a blast. He spun fire next to Rin who hooped for a while. Nao's bourbon colored eyes had studied him, clearly impressed and said Renkotsu dubbed 'the Pyro' would have loved it. Kagura had fun drawing silly but well-done characters of everyone and flirted with one of Miroku's friends, Hachi, getting his Snapchat.

Kagura ended up bringing one of her artist friends named Tsubaki. She was all sorts of moody, but lightened up around Ahmed's shameless antics. They got together and went home early.

Jaken talked to a cute, super short Asian girl with black and blonde hair named Kira, all night. She also, surprisingly had a thing for fish and had a coi fish tattoo. She kissed Jaken and gave him her number. Jaken smiled like he won the lottery. She apparently was also a good pole vaulter.

Ujab introduced his sorority bunny, named Shiori, to everyone and hooked up in the back of some dude named Hojo's car and they had to run from the party when Hojo found out.

He and Kouga had hung out most of the night, mostly to laugh at Miroku strike out, he was having a rare off-night. Kouga told him he should have told Sango to come. Nao looked like he had fun, but he also looked tense. He was probably just not used to this type of frat, he lost at video games a few times, but thankfully didn't rockstar a controller.

"Just a little bit wasted. We won at pong. And your friends got some." Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, Nao's speech was slurred. Yeah, they won the beer pong tournament, much of the dismay of Miroku and Kouga who had to streak the party as per their bet. Kouga had a couple crazy cool tribal tattoos, maybe they had meaning because he was part Cherokee? He'd ask him one day.

"You didn't let anyone forget it either. You kept yelling 'back-to-back pong world champions' and dared people to arm wrestle you for the title." Sesshomaru sighed through his nose, where was this Uber? He heard a noise behind him. Kouga.

"Hey, you're gonna need help getting him back, one wrong sway and you're both down for the count." Yes. Again, Graças a Deus for Kouga. Nao wasn't usually this way when he was drunk, maybe he mixed something wrong? Sesshomaru didn't even drop molly tonight, he just took a few Xanax, a Vicodin, and stuck mostly to vodka.

"You're a mind reader." Sesshomaru leaned heavily on his crutch as Kouga helped steady Nao much better than he could. Kouga looked good tonight, he had on a blue Kevin Garnett Minnesota Timberwolves jersey on that showed off his arms and brought out his eyes. He was definitely working out more, it showed on the field and off.

"No prob. You with us Naraku?" Kouga nudged Nao and he just looked up at them, glaring slightly. Nao was wearing his favorite red and black New Jersey Devils number four Scott Stevens Jersey. His curly hair was pulled back, Sesshomaru's own was down, how he liked it. Kouga took most of Nao's weight, holding him up with his left arm and Sesshomaru leaned his crutch against himself and shook out his arm, thankful to have most of the weight off.

He hoped Nao didn't get sick in the Uber.

"Why do you always wear white and red?" Nao asked, Sesshomaru just rolled his eyes. He liked white. His mother liked white; it was clean. Red went the best with white. It was like the rug in his old apartment in Rio. He had really liked that one red rug, it made the condo feel warm and regal with puffy white swede sofa.

He had to sell that condo when he came to America to help pay for his mother's care. Hopefully one day they'd be able to purchase something like that again.

"The Uber is here. Let's go slapshot." Sesshomaru urged a bit playfully. Luckily the Uber allowed the piss-drunk Nao in, probably only because he knew him.

They got back to the dorm without much fuss only because Kouga helped him. They got Nao into the handicap elevator because fuck crutches and stairs. He and Kouga even managed to get Nao onto his own bed. Nao immediately slumped over and passed out, all blood red jersey and coiling black curls.

That just left him and Kouga. Sesshomaru fought a yawn, he was beat and his head buzzed from alcohol. Kouga spun to face him, eyes lit, skin tan, shoulders broad. Kouga was just his height, and now more built. Though his face was softer than usual, his usual cocky grin wasn't sliced across his face.

"Thanks Kouga. I didn't want to text Renkotsu…. Apparently He's a bit of a pyro, Nao sai—" Sesshomaru was cut off by Kouga planting his lips on his. Kouga's hand was on his jaw, his other on the small of his back.

Oh.

Sesshomaru returned this kiss, because how could he not? Kouga was hot, they gelled, they worked together great, he had the most gorgeous green eyes, his hair was black just like Nao's.

Damn did he just compare him to Nao? Nao was never going to happen. Nao was straight. Nao could get anyone he wanted, not that Kouga couldn't either, he supposed. But Kouga wasn't passed out, chapado, like Nao was, and Kouga wanted him. Him.

Kouga pressed Sesshomaru up against a pilfered stop sign and Sesshomaru moaned into the kiss. His crutch fell, forgotten. His hand snaked around Kouga's neck and with a quick yank, pulled his hair out of his pony tail so his black hair fell free. Kouga leaned back, his green eyes locked on his amber ones.

"You're beautiful, Sho." Kouga breathed and kissed him again with more intensity. Sesshomaru's chest burned. What a thing to say, hopefully he meant beautiful in a non-womanly way. How long had it been since someone desired him like this? Since someone actually knew him and wanted him?

He had condoms in his bedside table, one in the bathroom. He showered before party, nothing like that was stopping him.

But…no he was going to fuck this all up. Did he want Kouga the same way? Did he? Fuck he thought too much. Kouga was probably the best he could hope for, but that was shitty to get with a guy thinking that. This wasn't going to be just a fuck and chuck, no. This was going to lead to something more if they slept together.

Kouga deserved someone who wanted him back the same way, and he just couldn't because he was pill-munching, basket-case and hung up on Nao. He had taken Kouga's hair out of his ponytail, but he still didn't look like Nao enough.

He was messed up. Really, really messed up.

He pulled back, lips swollen, eyes molten, ready to torpedo the whole thing. Kouga's hands were sliding down the waistband of his Levis. They had already pushed up his white 'Headhunterz' Hardstyle T-shirt. He wanted to be wanted so much, but he didn't want it from him.

"You and King." Damn. Nao wasn't passed out. He saw his red brown eyes burning from his bed in the slanted door light. Why did he feel the overwhelming need to apologize? Like this was forbidden, like he shouldn't be doing this in his own damn bedroom. He didn't apologize for anything.

What if Nao wasn't cool with having a gay roommate?

"Yeah, so what?" Kouga, confused turned to Nao, who swayed sitting up on his bed. He knew that tension in Nao's broad shoulders. It was his 'square up, fists up' stance. Why he wanted to, he had no idea. They weren't being that loud. The spell on their kiss had long since broken. Sesshomaru had to go into damage control.

"Kouga, I think…you should go…I'll talk you tomorrow after class." Sesshomaru's voice sounded wooden, He had no idea if this was the right call, he didn't want to kick Kouga out but he the vibes Nao was putting out made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"You sure Sho?" Kouga turned to him, green eyes burning and Sesshomaru's stomach twisted into a knot. No he wasn't sure! Duh! Sesshomaru managed to nod and Kouga kissed his temple and walked out of the dorm room without another word.

Suddenly a wave of anger rushed his system. Why did he have to go and self-sabotage everything?! Why couldn't he just like Kouga? Why couldn't he just give him a chance? Why did Nao have to infect his life? Nao, a guy who saw him a source of amusement more than anything. He stormed into their bathroom and locked the door before Nao could slur anymore of his words.

He popped the non-child safety top of his prescription bottle and took the last of his Vicodin washing them down with a swig of vodka from his flask. He slumped to the floor, arm across his knees in the fetal position. The Vicodin worked through his system beautifully. It was exactly what he needed. He would figure out this mess in the morning.

Right now he needed his fix, his synthetics.

The next week crept by agonizingly.

Sesshomaru came clean to Kouga the next day, that yes, he was bisexual. He preferred guys, but unfortunately didn't see him that way. Kouga, thankfully, understood, the look in his eyes indicated he understood too well.

For the millionth time, Graças a Deus for Kouga. They had one awkward practice. Well practice for Kouga, he just sat on the bench like a jackass, but that was it. He was glad things were normal between Kouga and him. He couldn't deal with life right now if they weren't. He needed Kouga as friend, both on the field and off.

Maybe Kouga would give that Ayame girl a shot. She was at the Sig Ep Chi party on Sunday, looking fine. She and Rin were even the same major, and hung out at the party all night.

Nao, however, had been avoiding him. Nao didn't strike him as the homophobic type, though.

Maybe he was just blowing things out of proportion. They had term papers due this week and Nao and his teammates were practicing like crazy for their big-time rivalry away game in Anaheim against Hakurei University.

He was just busy; he didn't always have to give Sesshomaru the time of day.

Nao was due back sometime Saturday afternoon from Anaheim. Maybe he'd try to talk to him then about the whole Kouga thing. Even though there wasn't even a thing. Ugh this was stupid, terrible and awkward. He just wanted things back to where they were. Whatever.

Friday afternoon he heard a loud pounding on the door, usually conclusive of Ginkotsu, but he knew all of them were away for their game. He wasn't expecting anyone.

"Open up Sess." Oh foder: fuck. He knew that voice, and only one person called him Sess. Sesshomaru, still on his crutch, made his way to the door. He propped the crutch on the wall, then opened the door. He grabbed the crutch again.

"Hello Inuyasha." Sesshomaru's amber eyes went wide. Inuyasha had gone through a serious growth spurt the last he had seen him a year ago. After the accident he sublet his own place, ensuring it was mostly white and had red accents, and got out of the sprawling mansion. Inuyasha was now almost as tall as he was, and he had filled out. He had cut his long dirty blond hair though, he now sported an undercut like baseball players he saw on TV.

His hazel eyes cut into him like he wanted to murder him. He would have had to drive three hours to get here from Orange County, how he had his license back was a complete mystery to Sesshomaru. Inuyasha wore a red polo shirt and designer jeans, and had a tattoo on his arm of a tree that was partially hidden by the polo. He threw the door open with a crack to the cinder blocks with a strong push of his arm.

How did he even get in the dorm? What was he doing here?

"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Do you think you're doing?" Inuyasha demanded shoving Sesshomaru backwards. Sesshomaru, barely, managed to stay upright on his crutch. Sesshomaru was in no condition to fight Inuyasha if he decided to get physical. But he was more confused than anything. Why was Inuyasha even here? Didn't Izayoi demand no contact?

"Writing." Sesshomaru admitted, looking at his Business Management textbook and laptop on the coffee table.

"The fuck you are! You're trying to ruin our lives! We settled this you spoiled fuck. In. Court. How dare you motion for another appeal with Kaguya Nightshrine as your lawyer? How the fuck can you afford her?" Inuyasha threw a bunch of papers his way and kicked his trashcan to the other side of the room, spilling its contents everywhere. Sesshomaru hated messes, it just reminded him of that last terrible year in Rio.

Rio. His dad. The appeal.

Nao. Nao had sent that to Izayoi without telling him first?

And Kaguya Nightshrine? That was the estate lawyer he talked about? She was famous in America, and was much more talented than Myoga and Totosai. She was big leagues; she was the Olympics of Estate Law. She was doing pro-bono for him? Just who was Nao's father to pull strings like that?

"I have every right to appeal, if you think the ruling you received is just, then you have nothing to worry about in the appeal." Sesshomaru countered stoically. He and Inuyasha never really had a chance to be close. He still considered his half-brother family, but they were always more rivals than anything. Inuyasha was only two years younger than he. They were constantly competing growing up when he went back to America on breaks and the year he lived with them.

They were close when they were young, but by the time Inuyasha turned eleven it all nosedived.

Inuyasha was an athlete, and a good one. He played lacrosse and American football, though not real futbol. Inuyasha, quarterback of course, could do no wrong. His trophies always littered his father's mansion and his father would gush about him like Old Faithful. His father did sort of attempt to understand soccer or his capoeira, but it felt forced.

Sesshomaru didn't keep or send him trophies. He wasn't one for that sort of thing. Glory and that sort of thing didn't matter to Sesshomaru. Being the best only mattered to him, or so he told himself. His father would email him often, only talking about what he was up to, or Inuyasha. Sesshomaru didn't mind at first but it grew tiresome, like he was just some unneeded link in a chain, something completely disposable if it got to be too complicated.

Which it did. Which is why he stopped going back to America the summer Inuyasha turned eleven, when he was thirteen. It was a wonder he didn't have a Brazillian Portuguese accent to his English, he had his mother to thank for that.

"Oh. I'm not worried, I am fucking pissed!" Inuyasha, this time, pushed Sesshomaru back, hard, he managed to fall to the floor and not on the coffee table. Coward! Pushing him when he obviously couldn't balance. Damn, he wished Nao was here. But no, he didn't need protecting. He could take care of himself, he had been for years. Forever.

Inuyasha showed him another set of papers. They were photos and logs. Kanna Glass' letterhead was embossed the top of them.

"You really think you can shame my mom? I don't care if she did cheat on our dad with that Takemaru guy; I don't even care if she did embezzle from the company. Your Nazi mom, Kimi, is the real fuck up. Last I heard she is still strung out on heroin or in some mental hospital in Rio. Oh, and if you ever try to show Kagome these photos of me with her sister Kikyo I will kill you. Kagome is due in couple months and she doesn't need this crap from you." Inuyasha shouted, throwing the floor lamp across the room, breaking it. They were getting loud now. Inuyasha threw the papers and photos across the common room.

Sesshomaru saw white. White hot rage. What had he said about his mom? She had tried her best. She really fucking had. Sesshomaru flipped to his feet with a practiced ease, favoring his right ankle. Inuyasha wasn't getting out of this room unscathed.

"I don't care what your shovel-handed, gold digger of a mother did behind our father's back. I don't even care if you are fucking your fiancee's sister in the pool. I do, care, what you say about my mother. She is recovering fine! I'll bury you." Sesshomaru shouted back, his deep voice echoing down the hall of their dorm. He didn't even notice he stole Nao's insult. He grabbed his crutch. He would find a way to beat the merda out of his brother one way or another.

"So you're going to bury me just like your buried our father!? You killed him you cold bastard. You know it's true, otherwise you wouldn't have become a damn cokehead slut! I wish it was you who went through the windshield instead of him. You took my father from me!" In an instant the rage left Sesshomaru. Inuyasha was right. Inuyasha jacked back and struck him with a right cross. He blocked it, sort of. It glanced off his arm and hit his jaw with a slightly hindered impact. Inuyasha had gotten strong, that punch stung.

He didn't need Nao to be here, but damn did he want him here. Well, maybe not. He didn't want Nao to see him get his ass-handed to him by his little brother.

Sesshomaru hit the floor, hard, again, but he knew he could win this fight on the ground. He flipped up on his arm, back up to the ceiling and quickly performed a Tesoura take down, where he took advantage of Inuyasha's lack of balance and scissored him around his thighs with his legs. Inuyasha hit his head on the wall on the way down. Good.

He submitted Inuyasha into a quick leglock and he heard him curse, scratch and yell. Sesshomaru was thankful he was wearing jeans.

Of all people, Sango Taijya came up, looking all sorts of shocked.

"Get security to get this mutt out of here!" Sesshomaru gritted out and she ran to get security. They came up not too much later, escorting Inuyasha out. They took a statement from him, Inuyasha, and Sango in the lobby. Super, now Sango knew his whole sad little tale.

"Sesshomaru, are you going to be ok? Are you hurt? I'm going to tell my father you won't be at practice tomorrow." Sango sounded really concerned, but he didn't know her, and she didn't know him. It all was too much explain.

"Thanks, yeah I'm gonna need a day or two." Sesshomaru pursed his lips, admitting defeat in needing a day to clear his head. Inuyasha had bribed his way into the dorm, and was armed with a dagger which luckily he had prevented him from getting to. Sesshomaru refused to press charges, he would have to get a restraining order though. He could do that later.

He was going to get fucked up. So astonishingly, spectacularly numb.

After he iced his ankle, popped the last of his Xanax, and splashed some water on his face, he looked in the mirror.

Yup, still hated his reflection. He even now had a really stupid bruise and swollen jaw. Lopsided for the win.

Just because he won the fight didn't mean Inuyasha wasn't right. He was a murderer. He did kill their father. He exactly what Inuyasha told him he was, a strung-out, cokehead slut.

He should have just stayed in Rio; his father would still be alive if he had. He'd be a star Capeoira fighter, way better at soccer, everyone would be happy. Everyone would be better off. But no, he just couldn't hack waking up and taking care of his mother, passed out with another tourniquet on the floor, with a few of her other girlfriends, filthy and foaming in what used to be their perfectly pristine apartment with the plush, red high-pile carpet and white suede sofa.

Everyone would be a lot better off if he just lit out back to Rio. Nao hated him. He led Kouga on, Jaken, Ahmed and Ujab didn't need him. Rin had Ayame, and Kagura had Tsubaki. Fuck, he should just let Inuyasha and his fugly mother tank their sound system company. Whatever.

Sesshomaru found the keys to his Infiniti, and found Magastuhi's snapchat again. He took a picture of his empty pill bottle and sent a snap with the caption. 'Let's set up a meet'. Magastuhi sounded really amped. Like, a lot more amped than he expected.

He told him to meet him at the headshop again. Great.

Sesshomaru hobbled out the dorm on his crutch, he had taken out all his credit cards out of his wallet, he only had cash. He didn't need his cards getting stolen and maxed out. He was thankful that Inuyasha hadn't keyed his Infiniti or trashed it. He probably forgot what the car looked like. He cranked the ignition.

Oh yeah, this was going to be a weekend to forget. He took out his driver's license out of his wallet, along with his phone and threw them one at a time to the floorboard of his arctic white Infiniti Q60. Anonymity needed to be kept, and who really wanted to talk to him anyway?

He tossed the crutch in the cramped back seat and reversed out with a squeal.

He ran another red light as he blasted one of his favorite hardstyle songs: Wasted Penguinz Melancholia.

'It's time for me to run, run away from all of this. The pain inside of me is taking over everything. From time to time I feel lost inside this melody. It's like a fantasy, except it's called reality'

The next day and who knows how long into it, was a magnificent, jewel toned blur.

He had left the Infiniti at the same head shop where they picked up some glass since Hakudoshi always smashed his. He needed new pieces weekly. He even knew the owner, some chick named Yura. They were all in Magatsuhi's tricked out suburban, drinking bourbon that reminded him of Nao's eyes and swallowing whatever they could get their hands on. It was amazing.

He was wrong, however. Three of the guys in the suburban were actually people who were in the basement on the first bender he went on.

Byakuya seemed the most 'legal', Portuguese for cool, of them all. He was the guy who called the Uber for him, and he wasn't as scuzzy as he remembered. The other two that were in the basement were Kageromaru and Juromaru. Kageromaru was the one in the basement who knew where he had left his Infiniti. He gave him some weird vibes at times but everyone in the suburban was obliterated, so whatever.

Magatsuhi, however, was a different story. He was as tall as Nao and just as jacked. His dark eyes always seemed to be on Sesshomaru from the rear-view mirror. He had a freshly shaved head and three lip rings. Freak. He also had a tattoo of some chick on his arm. The creepiest thing about him was that he had the same spider tattoo on his right calf that Nao had. On his left calf, instead of four aces, he had the four kings.

That weirded Sesshomaru out a bit, but some 'meh' cocaine helped him forget why it probably mattered.

Hakudoshi was a few inches shorter than himself, and indeed was a bleach blonde. He didn't say much, but he did throw a knife from the passenger seat at Byakuya in the back when he said he had to stop to piss. It still stuck out the leather seat of the suburban and Magatsuhi just cackled with Kageromaru. If it had been his Infiniti he would have slugged Hakudoshi for ruining a good leather interior.

Sesshomaru, again, just needed another hit of molly to forget why that probably was an overreaction to throw a knife at someone for needing to use the bathroom.

This bender was just what he needed. These guys didn't give a fuck about him other than being an ATM, and he didn't give a foder, fuck, about them. He loved being a stranger, on the periphery watching everything move around him. He mostly just murmured with Byakuya in the back about if you could shape-shift into an animal, which one would you choose.

He chose cloud dog, because…Yeah.

Yet, it occurred to Sesshomaru, what was really going on after they dropped him and a too-stoned-to function Baykuya off at their house.

The other four returned much later shouting and jeering with a bunch of money and new Hennessey and high end cognac bottles. Magatsuhi recklessly threw a sawed off shotgun across the room, Hakudoshi laid a Beretta on the coffee table, safety on. They took off old Halloween masks and Seshomaru noticed Hakudoshi sported a bullet graze wound on his shoulder.

Shit. Nao was right.

Magatsuhi and Hakudoshi were total thugs; they just held up a liquor store. They probably thought they were some tough shit gang. The both of them with the other complete shitheads like Juromaru, Kageromaru, and the wack-job Byakuya made up this wanna-be gang. Sesshomaru grew up in Rio, he knew of real gangs, but the guns that Magasuhi and his boyband brandished were real enough.

He was just there to get high. And get high again they did. It turns out the guy he had sex with under the swingset was some tweaker named Goshinki. He apparently overdosed on a new designer drug called 'Tokijin' along with some bad heroin recently and died a few days ago.

Um. That information he could have really gone with not knowing. Apparently Kaijimbo, another creep who was in the basement, sold him the drugs. Being from the rich parts of Rio, he knew bad heroin could kill you easy, he'd seen its results with one of his mother's friends in their apartment. He couldn't help but feel for Goshinki, but the molly he was on made him feel too good to care for long.

Kageromaru took out a syringe, and a tourniquet and Sesshomaru knew what was going to happen next.

He told himself he would stay away from heroin, but did it really matter anymore?

Nah, he would just stick with his 'MCM Grand' for now, molly, cocaine and mescaline then maybe throw himself off a building. Oh. man. How much would Izayoi piss herself from the crash in the stock price of the company if he just jumped from Tessaiga Enterprises' corporate office floor? It had to be eleven floors up. Santo Deus, what a media circus that would be.

He saw it now: 'The Late Mr. Taisho's disappointment, pill-head, amputee son throws himself from their corporate office window. Later, the blood toxicology reports would show his blood was a petri dish of various hallucinogens, depressants and uppers! What a shame upon the Taisho name!' Sesshomaru snickered, then chuckled, then laughed to himself on the ratty sofa with Byakuya next to him, also laughing.

He had no idea where he was or what time it was. But it didn't matter because everything was hilarious and the sofa felt really soft and alive. It was perfect, he was riding the wave, he could feel all those pretty colors. He needed a line. He reached for the table, grabbing the credit card to sort himself a proper line, where did that dollar bill go?

Boom. Crack. The door splintered open, the frame bent completely backwards.

Oh foder, if it was a police raid he was so done. Sesshomaru whipped his long blond hair over his head in laughter and pointed at Byakuya when he dove to the floor in the 'arrest me' pose. If Sesshomaru was on 'Cops', he'd himself get a kick out seeing what people thought of an officer trying to handcuff a one armed, tripped out, pretty boy.

What a glorious, fabulous shit-heap this situation was, but he at least he could afford to post bail. He looked up at the door, sunlight streamed in and spun. His jaw dropped. It certainly wasn't the police.

It was Nao. How?…Santo Deus he looked so good.

Sesshomaru just stared at Nao like he was a god, he was still tripping after all. Things around him were still morphing, Nao's hair moved around like tentacles, like his tattoo on his arm. He smirked, it was a legal, cool, tattoo. Nao levelled Juromaru and he saw Bankotsu stride into the room, braid and all, knocking Kageromaru flat. Oh wow, nossa, Bankotsu could fight too. Byakuya just huddled as shaking ball on the floor.

He wondered if either of them ever took martial arts…Nao would be great at Karate, maybe Muay Thai. What were they even doing here? If they wanted some of his pills he could have brought some back.

Nao had Hakudoshi by the throat with one hand, and punched him with the other. Hakudoshi kicked Nao hard. But Nao, obviously possessed by some Demon, or possibly on PCP, just side kicked the shorter Hakudoshi into the other room like a cannon shot. Nao took out a knife, practically the size of a machete from somewhere. Did Nao have, like, a holster for that knife?

They were all yelling, but he wasn't really listening. It was too loud and he just really wanted to dance, or spin his poi. The music got turned off though. Lame.

He then saw Magatsuhi, all menacing fury, pick up his shotgun and point it at Nao and Bankotsu.

Caraca: what the…

This wasn't good. Nao and Bankotsu didn't have guns. Wait, Sesshomaru sort of did. Haha, it wasn't really his, but he was closest to one. Finders keepers? The Beretta, sitting under the chair, buzzed at him. The mescaline he took seven hours ago is still thrummed through his system.

He couldn't believe Nao brought a knife to a gun fight.

"Long time, no see Naraku. You're early. I told you to meet us at the new spider's web in a couple hours. It takes some brass balls to knock down my door after all you did, and ruin our fun. That puppy over on the sofa is pretty isn't he, Naraku?" Magatsuhi's malicious voice coiled out. Wait. Huh? Nao knew these guys? Wow, that explained a lot. Well, actually no it didn't.

Wait, did he just get called puppy?

God he just wanted another line …where did the blow go? Someone overturned the coffee table, the powder had sprinkled everywhere. So that's why the pistol was now under the chair, waving at him.

"Cut the shit Magatsuhi. You just picked up Sesshomaru because you wanted at me. You followed me out here, uprooting the gang, and now you have me. Put the gun down, let Bankotsu and Sesshomaru go. You got me." Nao replied, voice strained, hands up in surrender. Since when did Nao ever give up, or let anyone dictate the terms of anything? Sesshomaru straightened up on the sofa. No, this wasn't acceptable.

No. Nao was not going to stay here if Sesshomaru had to leave. They were leaving together, and somehow he was going to get Nao in the shower with him. Maybe he could get Nao really, chapado: twisted, and Nao could pretend he was a blonde chick. Even that shit-drinker Magatsuhi said he was pretty. He could deal with acting like a woman if it meant he could get Nao.

Just once, he wanted to feel Nao naked against him. Just. Once.

Well, maybe after kicking him in the head for sending that stuff to Izayoi without telling him anything about it first. That devious bastard! He pulled that nonsense after ignoring him all week, with no explanation?

He wondered if they won their away game…hmmm. Sesshomaru decided it was time to leave.

"Oh, none of you are leaving. This is revenge for what you did to Midoriko and betraying our family. You were our leader! You hung us out to dry, and now you'll pay for that. I'll shoot you first, but it won't kill you. You'll bleed out and watch as your puppy over there loses his other arm and then we'll scalp your braided hockey faggot there. Then I'll kill you slowly." Wow this Magatsuhi guy was absolutely unhinged. He was biruta: crazy. A washing machine full of cats crazy. Sesshomaru smirked, tilting his head at Magatsuhi and he saw Nao in his periphery shift in front of Bankotsu.

"Midoriko had what was coming to her, even you know that. I didn't betray anyone, I'm no snitch. Let them go and I won't carve you into little pieces and feed you to homeless." Damn Nao, that was fucked up. What did the homeless do to deserve that? They didn't really deserve to be cannibals. Wait. He was technically homeless now. He would not eat Magatsuhi though. Sesshomaru barked out a sharp laugh.

Sesshomaru just really wanted them both to shut up. They were all muito alto: too loud.

"She was the love of my life! You betrayed us! You ruined everything!" Magatsuhi screamed, bringing he shotgun up to eye level, finger curled on the trigger. Goddamnit Shut up, Magatsuhi! Why couldn't he be like Byakuya? He was just crawling on the floor, trying to do a line off the carpet minding his own damn business!

Magatsuhi's other soft-boiled friends were either hiding or they left. Maybe Nao and Bankotsu had knocked them all out. He could just kill Magatsuhi, he supposed. He was already a murderer right?

Sesshomaru looked under the chair, there was that Beretta, still smiling at him. There were a lot of those floating around Rio. Was he a good shot? Maybe not one handed. Only one way to find out though. He picked it up; the metal felt cool in his hand, and it weighed more than he thought it would.

He clicked the safety to unsafe and pointed it at Magatsuhi.

"Cale-se! Tu monte de merda." Sesshomaru slurred 'shut up! you heap of shit.' in Portuguese, mostly to himself. He honed his eyes into razor blades. His amber eyes speared Magatushi's dark ones as Sesshomaru squeezed the trigger back.

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-TL