"When your best friend is just a tiny bit psychotic, you should never actually believe him when he says, 'trust me, this is gonna be awesome.'"

-Jeff Strand "A Bad Day For Voodoo"


"This is going to hurt, isn't it." He asked, shifting a dubious gaze from Haru to the white substance placed on the table.

"I told you it wouldn't." Haru answered, looking him straight in the eye. "Trust me, this is gonna be awesome."

"I don't know, Haru." Yuki let out a sigh, looking away from his roommate.

"Come on, Yuki." Haru retorted, a bit exasperated. "Remember the stuff I gave you before." His gaze burrowed into Yuki, and Yuki simply nodded in response.

"Did you like it?" Haru asked, and a slight twitch on the corner of Yuki's mouth gave him away. "That's what I thought." Haru smiled. "It's the same exact stuff, man. I promise."

"You're really not helping me, Haru." Yuki sighed, feeling the pressure of his roommate's gaze.

"…You never asked me to." Came Haru's pointed response, and Yuki found the truth of these words quite amusing.

"Fine." Yuki retorted, finally giving in, as Haru gave an impish grin at his victory.

Yuki watched as his roommate took a razor blade and began finely chopping the white substance into a fine powder. Haru then worked meticulously to form the powder into two lines. Yuki noticed that the line closest to Haru was larger, causing him to raised an eyebrow. Haru picked up on his roommate's glance and gave a defensive glare.

"Don't give me that look. I scored the shit so I get the larger half." And with that Yuki rolled his eyes in concession as Haru finished preparing the powder and handed him a thin straw.

"Ready?" Haru asked, déjà vu suddenly striking Yuki as he nodded slowly. "Okay." Haru continued. "We do it together. On the count of three." The look on Haru's face becoming serious as he placed the straw in his nostril, nodding for Yuki to do the same.

Plugging the other nostril with his index finger, Haru kept his gaze intently on Yuki who mimicked every move. Leaning their heads down towards the lines of powder, neither one broke eye contact as they made contact with the end of their respective lines.

"Okay." Haru began slowly. "One." Yuki could feel his heart race, adrenaline flooding his system. "Two." Yuki's stomach suddenly sank…this was a really bad idea. "Three." And Yuki closed his eyes as he let out a breath and inhaled quickly through the straw, pulling the powder into his sinuses.

A sudden jolt of pain shot through Yuki's head as his eyes involuntarily watered. He ripped the straw from his nostril and pinched his nose, squeezing his eyes through the tears.

"Damn it Haru!" He screamed, slamming his fist to the table. "You said it wouldn't hurt!" He blinked through the tears, clearing his vision to see Haru tilting his head back, sniffing violently as he rubbed his nose.

"Yeah, well…I lied." Haru said with a laugh, an amused look playing across his face.

"You bastard!" Yuki growled as he lashed out to slap Haru across the face, already feeling coordination and strength leaving his limbs.

"You hit like a girl." Haru snickered, a high-pitched, almost giddy laugh escaping his lips.

Feeling the whole world become a little more dull, Yuki let out a sigh. Laying his forehead to the table he laced his thin fingers together as he put his hands on the back of his head, pressing his forehead further into the hard surface. Yuki exhaled words from his lips that seemed to make even less sense in his mind.

We left this land of shiny lights
I wish I may, I wish I might
When all these dreams have come to end
You wish you were, you're not my friend

"Damn." Haru chuckled in amusement at his roommate. "That's almost poetic." Yuki lifted his head too quickly to look at his roommate, making his vision spin and blur for a moment.

"You really think so?" Yuki asked, his eyes glazing over. "Maybe I should write music…" He mused to himself, and manic laughter exploded from across the table.

"Dude!" Haru looked at his roommate, thoroughly amused. "That's exactly what you do, dumb-ass!"

"…Oh." Yuki looked a bit perplexed, casting his gaze to the table, then looked at Haru again. "…Really?" He rubbed the back of his head in confusion, and Haru just continued to giggle.

"Awe man! I have got to get you on this shit more often!" He laughed. "You're funny as hell!" And Yuki simply smiled at this revelation. "And what's all this about me not being your friend?" Haru asked, feigning hurt.

"Well, you're not." Yuki shrugged, radical honesty slipping through his lips. "You're no good for me, Haru." He said sadly, cursing himself for loving someone so completely who was bound and determined to drag him down to hell.

"I know…" Came Haru's unexpected response, causing Yuki to blink in confusion. "…but I am what you want right now." His voice was low, the smile never fading from his face. "Admit it." He continued "You, sir, are an addict." And at this, Yuki's expression dropped in quiet contemplation.

"Hello." Yuki finally spoke in monotone, taking his roommate off guard. "My name is Yuki Sohma…and I'm an addict." He deadpanned, watching his roommate's expression in silence until they both broke out into hysterical laughter.

"What the hell is going on here?" A voice broke through their laughter, making them both fall silent.

"How did he get in here?" Haru asked, and Yuki simply shrugged as they both looked impassively at their band manager.

"You guys were suppose to meet with Akito to go over plans for next week's promotional party." Shigure looked at them, anger burning behind his eyes. "That was an hour ago!" He yelled.

"Shit…was that today?" Yuki asked blankly, looking over at Haru who only shrugged in response.

"You two are insufferable!" Shigure growled in exasperation. "If Akito knew what was going on here…he-" Shigure was suddenly cut off by Haru's indignant voice.

"Screw Akito…and his party!" Haru shouted, pointing his finger at Shigure. "We're busy throwing our own fucking party over here! So you go back to your precious Akito and tell him to put that shit in his crack pipe and smoke it!" And with that Haru and Yuki both broke into manic laugher as Shigure just stood dumbfounded.

"Fine." Shigure spat. "Just wait until Aktio hears of this." He hissed low, moving towards the door to leave.

"Oh, I'm so scared." Haru retorted sarcastically at Shigures threat, and Yuki's face suddenly paled as Shigure slammed the door behind him. "…Ass…" Haru muttered, turning his attention back to his roommate as Yuki stood slowly from the table.

"What's up with you?" Haru asked, perplexed by the change in his roommates demeanor.

"I'm going to lay down." Yuki stated hollowly as he carefully made his way to his room.

"What?" Haru shouted after him. "You're joking, right? We got a good buzz going, and you're going to sleep it off?" His voice came in exasperated confusion as Yuki continued to ignore him. "That's just perfect!" He stammered in frustration at his roommate. "That's the last time I ever share my shit with you!" And the slam of Yuki's bedroom door was the only response.

As Yuki laid on top of the covers he tried to remember the aura that had been in this room only days before. The light that had been all encompassing, emanating from her. Now he suddenly felt the darkness creeping in all over again, and it terrified him. Haru had it wrong. What Yuki really wanted was her. Her overwhelming innocence and kindness that seemed to be the only thing that staved off the darkness. Yuki focused on his heartbeat to take his mind off of Shigure's words. He could feel it slowing down, as the whole world seemed to stop spinning, and found himself wondering what it might be like if it just…stopped.


A/N: Featured lyrics in this chapter are from the song "Wish I May" by Breaking Benjamin.

Again, no Yaoi inteneded between Haru and Yuki. Just a really bad chemical bro-mance.

And if you found yourself laughing you now owe me your soul...or a review...you choose.