Bad place to kinda end it. ANYWAS... GUESS WHAT! I'm not telling, you'll have to read it. NYEEEEEH! 'Let's go bother Ken-chan!' -prances away with Yachiru-
I said nothing of his tiredness, or perhaps black eye. It had been amazingly dull without him. School was too recently started for me to be distracted by anything, and there wasn't any homework, but I was grateful for that. But I was a little too glad to see him.
classSection2I, who had made a big deal of the fact his was a 'speed freak' so to say, was giving him even STRONGER speed. But if it took drugs to keep him around, or any of the other kids, I would do so. They seemed so less fake than my previous friends.
"Hey Ichigo."
"What?"
"Guess what you're doing tonight?"
"What am I doing?"
"Getting trashed with us and going to a show."
"Show?"
"A super cool 'too cool for back to school' show at the D-mug."
"The what?"
"Yeah dude. Duh-Mug"
"Okay then. I guess I'm getting trashed, and going to a show."
"And you're coming to my house before hand. And you can either stay there, go home, or we can pass out there. So. Gimme your phone."
"..." I pass it to him, not really comprehending what he's saying. What the hell is a Duh-Mug was? A punk house? A crazy club? Some random rotting hole in the wall? A stupid coffee house? I feel like I have been, indeed, living in a bubble.
A few hay bales of beeps later, he hands it back to me.
"There. You got all our numbers."
A few failed attempts to stay on a skateboard, and a few more close encounters of cement and face, the bell rings, and we go off to class, except for Hichigo.
"I'll call at the end, K?" I nod and wave.
I was scarcely able to concentrate on anything, thinking of what the hell was happening tonight.
FAST FORWARDS TO THE END OF SCHOOL!
VRRRRRR! VRRRRRR! I hastily answered.
"Meet me at the parking lot corner."
"Wait! Okay, so what the hell is the 'DEE MUG'? Where it is?"
"It's a house. At 35th an Lombard. Hurry up. I got a fuckin LOT of booze-ahol on me, in a fuckin see through plastic bag." He hangs up.
My phone beeps and it said 'One Missed Call: Inoue'. Inoue was the nicest one in the group. I decided to return her call.
"Inoue?"
"Kurosaki-kun! Hi!"
"About later, there's this show at the Dmug, I'm going to it. I dunno if you'd wanna come (BAD CHOICE OF WORDS, I think to myself). Anyways, yeah."
"The show at the what?"
"Dmug. Place at 35th and Lombard, I think. Anyways, I gotta go."
"Okay! I'll talk to you later! Bye-bye!"
I find Hichigo sitting on the curb, a black clad pale kid, who's got a big black angry cloud hanging above him. He runs up to me and spins me around.
"What are you doing?" I ask, I can hear him unzipping my backpack.
"Hold still. Okay. There." I give him a look. "Beer in a CLEAR PLASTIC BAG... Hell no. Let's go. And by the way, we're not going to my house. We're going to Mayuri's. He's two blocks away to the bus that takes us up there."
I say nothing, but follow him to the bus stop, backpack now considerably heavier.
"Besides, you're probably closer to Mayuri's size than me."
"What do you mean?"
"You think you're going to the show like THAT? Not even I could control the massive beat down that would occur." He laughs.
"Beat down?"
"Just kidding. You wouldn't me flash-mobbed, you'd just look like a damn fool. Not that I care, but besides, you really wanna rip up your good school clothes?" He says sarcastically.
"That's why we were going to your house?"
"Yep yep!" I grumble.
Fifteen minutes later, we get off the bus. He leads me through a maze of streets, and then alleys, and then finally hoping over two fences.
"Are we there yet?" I complain, hopping down from the last fence.
"Across this street. Be grateful I didn't take you the rout with all the dogs." We cut through the yard, and cross the street. Soi Fong is on the roof of a small brick house. She waves to us.
"ICHI AND HICHI-KUN!" Mayuri then peeks out the window.
"It's fuckin open! Took you damn long enough!" He then drags Soi Fong inside, and slams the window shut.
The door is open, and we walk in. Hichigo grabs my back pack and takes out the plastic bags.
"Ditch your stuff, follow me." He looks back. "Lose the blazer, nerd." I take it off, and follow him up stairs.
The house itself is very plain and simple. A small TV, a small couch, and a chair. Upstairs there are two rooms. Hichigo walks into the room on the right, the door of which is covered in spray paint and angry faces.
He places the bags on the floor, reaches in, and grabs two forties. He tosses me one, and takes the other with him to the closet.
"Mayuri, I need some clothes. Rather, HE does." He nods, and grabs out a fifth.
"Brunnette's? That stuff is really cheap. And bad." I say. Blegh. The raspberry kind is the WORST. It's all Rukia ever wants to get.
"Keyword there: CHEAP!" He uncaps it and chugs about a forth of it, and hands the bottle to Nemu.
"Dig in Ichigo." Says Soi Fong, grabbing another forty.
I uncap mine slowly, watching so the foam won't explode all over the floor and me. When it's open, I begin to drink.
"Ichi. Catch. Change." I look behind me and Hichigo throws pants and a shirt at me. I'm very surprised they are both black. I quickly change, and look myself over. The shirt is a bit short, about an inch of my stomach is showing, even with my normal slouch. I read the big white block letters.
"Hear nothing, see nothing, say nothing..." I pause. "What the hell does that mean?" Hichigo pulls me over to the mirror, and shows me the back of the shirt.
"Discharge? Still not getting it."
" Only one of the great punk bands EVER. Shut up and drink." He chugs a bunch of his and sits down. "I am going to be fucking smashed before I get on that bus. Do you understand me?"
I don't know who he's asking, but no one responds.
About a half an hour later, when I'm getting fairly buzzed, I hear stomping downstairs, and then shouts coming up the stairwell.
"Oh fuck. It's 'Mr. Ever Since Hichigo Got Too Drunk I Want To Get Into His Pants'." Hichigo rolls his eyes. He is nearly done with the second forty.
"Who?" My question is answered when Shuuhei, along with Renji and some older guy with a really ugly hat and massive boots, bust in.
"Sup!"
"SUUUUUUUUUP!"
"Dude!"
"Made it!"
I say nothing. The older guy rips off the bag, and tosses a carton of cigarettes into the middle of the room.
"YUUUUUUUUUUUHSS!" Soi Fong and Hichigo both dive for the bag.
"You're the greatest Kisuke-kun!" Soi Fong squeals.
Pretty soon after, we all move out onto the roof to continue our drinking and smoking.
"Ah FUCK!" Cries Renji.
"What dude?" Shuuhei slurs.
"We gotta go! We gotta go! Grab the shit and let's go!" He dives back through the window, and we all follow.
"Wait Ichigo!" Nemu grabs my collar and slips something over my head, onto my neck.
"A bandanna?" She turns and runs after the group. I shrug and dash after them.
We make it too the bus stop, and the bus comes about 20 seconds after. As to say 'we had made it by the skin of our teeth' which I had never understood. A fairly entertaining bus ride later, we got off. There... in all it's glory, was the house. I was surprised it was a house. Bands usually play in establishments, right? Was this just one big house party? I had started hating parties of my friends. I doubted this would be much different.
"Stop your scowling Kurosaki!" Said Renji.
"Yeah, this is your first house show, well, PUNK show, so drink more, smoke more, and fucking enjoy it. The first band starts in a bit." Hichigo leads us up the stairs, and into the house.
The house is packed. There is smoke, cigarette, weed, and other, wafting about through the air. There are tons of people, most in all black, others with spikes, studs, stripes, died hair, Mohawks, crazy eye makeup, and there is even a guy in red feet pajamas. I can actually, honestly say, I've seen it all. I feel pretty damn proud.
To my left a loud guy with curly green and blue hair is shouting 'OI OI! BEER RUN! PUT YOUR NAME ON THE LIST!' and then leaves.
This was like a whole new world, a new group of people, the likes of which I had never known, and my dad would sure as hell have a flock of cows, not just one.
We wait around, drinking, and smoking. Then... a tremendous rumbling noise is made. The floor, the windows, the walls, and drinks were all rattling.
"Hichigo! Is... is that-"
"A GHOST FACE TWO INCHES FROM YOUR OWN FACE!" He shouted. I didn't even have a chance to respond before he grabbed me and Renji, who grabbed Shuuhei and Ikkaku, who grabbed the rest, and we ran through the small packed kitchen, to the basement.
The were more people down there, but we came the fastest, so we were relatively near the front of the very, very, very, small, packed basement.
Hichigo poked my side roughly.
"Ichigo!"
"WHAT?!" I hissed.
"Grab my hands, and don't let go." He grabbed my wrists.
"Wha-" Just then, the noise returned. Louder, and clearer than before. Then I realized... it was the bass. The band! The bass! The show was starting!
The bass goes on for two bars, and then every thing erupted at once. The raw power of the guitars cut through the air, and I could feel every time the drummer hit the bass drum. The crowd was beginning to move. What was going on? I knew this would be different from any band I had seen play. No dancing, or grinding on the dance floor, there was too many people, and not enough room. And, this was hardly the type of music. But what did you do to THIS type?
I was brimming with energy. Like all the electricity from the amps were turned into the sound waves, and were being absorbed. I had to move!
I looked at Hichigo, and he grinned madly. The crowd shoved one more time, I managed to stay up right, and then I felt him yanking me across the room.
'Don't let go' He says? I wouldn't let go in DEATH.
The room around me is a blur, Hichigo is flinging me around in a circle. We are both spinning around like crazy, and I can feel myself bumping into everybody. Slamming into shoulders, giving and receiving elbows to the gut.
The crowd then pushes back around us, and I stumble. Hichigo grabs me around the shoulders, and twists me the opposite way. I am still standing, but now careening the other way, into a Soi Fong in fact. I brace for the contact, and the fall, but it doesn't come. Soi Fong is pushing us to the other side of the room! What is going on? I've never felt anything near this amount of chaos in my entire life.
We are banging around the room, like human pinball. I look up and steady my gaze to find out, other people are doing it too.
There are some, headbanging, some thrashing about, some jumping around, fist in the air, chanting lyrics.
Another guy runs up to us, and separates Hichigo and I. It is me and Soi Fong now, but she lets go. I am now on my own, in chaos, still spinning out of control. I run into someone on the other side, who shoves me back the other way. It is repeated, until I get my grounding, and look around me again. Hichigo is standing on top of something, looking devious.
He shouts something that I cannot understand. And jumps.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" I yell, but am not heard over the music.
He lands on my back, and yells 'CHICKEN FIGHT!!'.
Now, chicken fighting was something I had done. But only drunk in a swimming pool. Now, in this tiny, dangerous basement, was that going to happen? Or some crazy hell spawned version of it? Most certainly the latter.
I see Kenpachi in the corner of my eye. He throws Soi Fong onto his shoulders, and runs into me.
I fall back, and nearly topple over, when I'm hit from the other side.
Okay Ichigo, you can do this. I concentrate, and run towards Kenpachi, with Hichigo's war cry and mine mixing.
I am yanked back and forth, and Hichigo is kicking me (unintentionally I hope) in the stomach. The same is happening to Kenpachi I see. He grins at me, and lets go of Soi Fong's legs and tries to attack me. I let go of Hichigo's legs, and do the same. Both Hichigo and Soi Fong stay up right, and are wrestling each other, while me and Kenpachi are doing the same.
Just then, it grows quiet, aside from the dying screech of the guitar amp. The crowd backs away from me and Kenpachi, and we both topple over, into a gigantic heap on floor.
I pant for a few. That could... quite possible have killed me. That could have been a disaster. I could have hearing damage, a cracked skull, anything.
That could have quite possibly... have been the most fun, exciting, thing... I had EVER done. In my ENTIRE LIFE.
But the music was gone! My energy was still there, but fading! I needed more beer! I needed more action! I needed more music! I was instantly hooked.
Then the guy who had been singing spoke.
"Who won! Clear the way mother fuckers! There's no way in HELL, Hichigo just beat Kenpachi! Lemme SEE!" Above me, the crowd reluctantly parted, and the guy ran over to us.
"CHICKEN FIGHT CHAMPS! YEAH!" He pulled me and Hichigo off the ground.
"Was yer name?" He shoves the mic at me.
"Ichigo!"
"And Hichigo! Now, every one, after me, repeat!" He took a big breath. "ICHIGO AND HICHIGO JUST BEAT KENPACHI'S ASS!"
The yell that followed was confounded. I had never once felt so... ALIVE. I felt as if this was a natural occurrence. A secret society (no not SOUL society), far beyond the reach and comprehension of anything and everything. It's like I had instantly gained however many people were here, as friends. Best friends, comrades. People that understood, regardless of what the fuck I was talking about. I don't know if I could ever get used to it, but I was surely going to die trying. I said the one that came to mind after I grabbed the Mic.
"SOMEONE GET ME A FUCKIN BEER!" There was a moment's delay, and then close to 20 beers were shoved at me. "FUCK YEAH." I grabbed the nearest one and drank it all. It's like this is where I had belonged all my life. I was home. I was at ease. I'm sure it was the alcohol talking, but goddamn. I'm fucking serious.
And just like that, the moment was over. The band started up into another song. And the whole dancing, or whatever it was called, the slamming into people, continued. And I was right there. In the fucking middle of it, hoping, and fucking praying, it would never end.
Goddamn, what a good long ass chapter. And no, nothing is an exaggeration. Except, Ghost Face 2 Inches etc. probably wouldn't open. And none of the bands have actually played together. It would be awesome, but... some of them are on tour, or broken up, or whatever. Anyways. Rukia and co show up next chapter, as does some IchiHichi, and Ichi saving Hichi from Shuuhei's perverted grasp. Seriously though? Shuuhei's my fuckin home dawg. We cool like that. He's awesome. I've got NOTHING against him. He's just one of the minor kinda cute filler characters. And I like giving him a bigger role.
AND THE DMUG OR DG HMME, Doug Home, whatever you call it isn't at 35th and Lombard! Thats the 'coop'/brainstains. I couldn't remember WHERE THE FUCK IT WAS. It is now closed. :( -sniff-