Chapter 13, ohhh unlucky number. (Figures) Sorry guys (mostly girls) but I might (probably) wouldn't be undating so much regularly any more. I've gotta raise my grades or some shit like that, heck I really shouldn't be on the computer right now at all. Really wanted to post this beforehand though. I'll do anything in my power (wow doesn't that sound important) to update soon but I'm making no promises :P
Thanks everyone for replying I'm in the hunderds so soon, makes me all warm inside. Oh and shout outs to CookieMonster525 and Mithras151 both updated yesterday. Totally made my otherwise horrible day great. If you want a shout out then go write something!!!
Now that my little moment is over...
Chapter Thirteen: Bad Luck
"How the hell did you manage to do this so damn quickly?" Jyuumonji muttered and despite how that could be taking offensively I didn't say so. "Seriously what the hell?" He asked throwing bloody paper towels into the sink.
"Hey, I did warn you." I pointed out in a light tone wincing a little when he pressed a wad of damp paper towels against the cut. Jyuumonji looked up raising an eyebrow not really looking that pleased with my attempts to cheer him up. Oh well, one of us had to be optimistic and Jyuumonji was already doing just a good job at doing the opposite.
"You warned me that the second you walked through the door you were going to trip and cut open your leg on some vase?" I shrugged; he was being slightly dramatic, at least to me. What had happened was simple; I walked through the door tried and weary after a six-hour drive. Not paying attention to my surroundings I tripped over some misplaced African vase.
Turns out that the guy who's house we were staying at was a potter, and despite my endless begs for forgiveness he just brushed me off laughing the whole time.
My 'cut open leg' was just had a light scratch, the vase thingy was way off worst than I was. "I said I would more than likely be breaking stuff. I'm not usually wrong on these types of things." Again Jyuumonji didn't look that amused by my attempts to humor.
I was sitting on top of a counter one jean pant leg rolled up for Jyuumonji to clean. My hands had a few tiny cuts on them and still stung a little, but I keep them palm down on the cool marble. If they were bleeding too and Jyuumonji saw them he might have written a death poem claiming to have failed at life.
He shook his head, throwing away the wadded up paper towel into the sink and grabbing a couple of Band-Aids. "I can do that myself." I offered, it was beginning to get slightly uncomfortable having him take care of me. After years of being ignored by other people my age having someone take care of me was sending fire ants up my spine.
It was almost as worst as when I was at the hospital and all the doctors were super nice. Any moment I was expecting Jyuumonji to say 'Oh no looks like you cut through the blah blah blah vein, Sena, looks like you're going to be needing another cast!'
I shivered not even wanting to imagine going down and up the marble staircase at school on crutches. Sensing me flinch Jyuumonji looked up, something close to hysteria on his face. "Did that hurt?" He asked ignoring my request to bandage myself.
"Nope not at all not the slightest!" I chirped face warming up slightly when he raised an eyebrow. "Sena it's creepy how calm you're acting, it's okay to, like, at as if your in pain. This whole calm thing is kind of freaky." He muttered and I laughed lightly stopping when I realized he was serious.
The bottom seam to my shirt suddenly became extremely interesting and I struggled to explain how I wasn't the one acting freaky. "If you were in this situation then what would you do?" I asked staring at the cabinet behind him.
"Probably punch a wall." He replied lightly and it took me a moment, but I realized that he had finally made a joke. 'Oh yeah, I'm the freaky one. Hurt yourself so punch a wall.'
"So the next time I fall or trip I should, er, go punch a wall?" I asked as he pealed open a new Band-Aid. It would be hilarious – for anyone watching – me attempting to hurt a wall. "Nah, I'm just saying I would at least get pissed. You're acting as if that was your entire fault or something." I rolled my eyes again struggling not to just jump off the counter and walk away laughing.
"That's because it was my fault, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ended up getting hurt. This kind of happens a lot so there isn't really the need to make a big scene out of just a little scratch." I explained motioning to my leg. Jyuumonji didn't respond just shaking his head.
I sighed feeling extremely tired but strangely alert; blood will do that to you I guess. "Can we just change the subject?" I asked and Jyuumonji stood up straight leaning against the opposite counter.
"Fine, I've got two things I need to ask you anyway." He said and I wouldn't keep a wave of nervousness from washing completely over me.
"I still have questions too, so you ask then I will." He nodded in agreement. I gently lifted a hand up from the counter; since it wasn't bleeding I checked the other. No blood. Lucky me.
"Did you really like Agon Kongo's car?"
It took me longer than a moment to realize what the heck he was talking about. And even then I didn't quite understand the question.
"You mean the Lamborghini? You said that it was Vice Principal Apollo's car." I pointed out mystified.
"Yeah, er never mind that was just stupid." Jyuumonji snorted shaking his head as I raised an eyebrow completely lost. Yep, I was the freaky one.
"Er, okay, my turn then," I paused searching for a question that he could answer. 'Why do both Hiruma-san and Agon-san know about you?' 'Why does Hiruma-san want me to search through Agon-san's house?' 'What's the meaning of life?'
I wasn't really sure how well those questions would turn out so instead I did the only thing that seemed reasonable. I closed my eyes and spilled the whole story. Well, not the whole story, I explained about my adventure into Hiruma's house and seeing Agon there. About finding Pitt and Hiruma's orders to locate, stalk, and photograph Agon's house.
When I finished my question appeared out of thin air but seemed right all the same. "So can you help me find Agon's house?" It was a lot to ask out of someone, definitely after an information overload. But it made me feel strangely better as if dropping some huge wieght off my shoulders.
Jyuumonji took his time to answer, frowning deeply, before looking up at me a curious glint in his eyes that made me question if telling him had been the smartest idea. "I bet I know where I could find out, give me a week and I'll most likely know."
I was kind of scared to ask from what sources but decided that it didn't really matter. I was more than glad to have another outlet to help me with this new mission of death because even though Monta was my first best friend, running around blindly didn't seem that great of a plan. Even if it was thought out well.
"What was you're second question?" I asked remembering than he had two. Jyuumonji crossed his arms before replying. "You already answered it, I was going to ask why you were saying 'can't find Agon's house' repeatedly while sleeping in the van. Speaking of sleep you should go get some, wouldn't be getting it for the rest of the weekend most likely."
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"A la lugebe a lujeba, lugebe a lujeba, lugebe a lujeba!"
Loud Romanian music entered my skull not leaving any room to think at all. When Jyuumonji had said 'party' I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Maybe some club where they didn't check Ids or a rich kid's trashed-up mansion.
Instead we piled back into the van – which I had come to hate with a deep passion – and headed a little out of town stopping at an old factory building. "Are we aloud to be here?" I whispered to Jyuumonji who just scoffed at me helping one of the guy's – Mike, I think – drag a large speaker box from the back of another guy's pickup.
"Dude, Sean or whatever your name is. You've seriously gotta cool it, loosen up. Anyway there's no one around so it's not like we're going to be caught." Mike informed me whacking me up against the head as if this was every day knowledge.
I didn't comment instead just planning to stick close with Jyuumonji the whole time. Inside, the warehouse was dimly light and smelled like a mixture of wax and sweat. To my horror a large amount of people were dancing, something I could never achieve without hurting an innocent bystander, myself, or both.
Like I had planned I stuck close to Jyuumonji watching him play an hour's worth of poker, yet never quite being able to grasp the idea of the game. 'I guess I'm just not the partying type.' I realized with an unheard sigh.
But at least I wasn't making myself looking like an idiot; so far no one other than Jyuumonji even noticed my existence. And it wasn't as if I had way craving desires for it to be otherwise.
Mike placed a hand down on my shoulder nearly scaring my half to death.
"Yo, Sean kid I've got someone you've gotta meet!" He yelled into my eardrum breaking through the Romanian music. He started to drag me away seconds later but I had enough time to shout at Jyuumonji. "I'll be right back!" 'And if I'm not call the cops!'
Mike dragged me through the crowd of dancers, most of who were just jumping up and down rather than really dancing, even closer to the stereos where the music was blaring out of.
"Man, Cole look who I found!" Mike really should have learned sign language that way Cole, a strange pale boy with a red and black Mohawk, could have understood him.
Instead he repeated his sentence five more times until just shoving me in front of him at Cole. "Sorry!" I yelled stumbling a little, he smiled in response nodding to Mike above my head. He said something to me that I didn't have the slightest chance to understanding.
Taking that blank look in my eyes as a good sign, Cole dragged me away from the stereos, but even farther from Jyuumonji. "I said you look tense." He said in a normal voice startling me from my rising paranoia.
"Sorry, um, I'm Sena." I said nervously eyeing the drink in his hand. "Name's Cole. You want some of this? It's a jello shot you've gotta have one it will help loosen you up." He reached to the table behind me handing me a lime green 'jello shot' in a small paper cup. 'What's with everyone telling me I have to loosen up?' I thought dryly as a white paper cut was pushed into my hand.
"What's in this?" I was smart enough to ask, the whole being nice thing was creeping me out big time. Cole didn't seem to find the question annoying instead wrapping an arm around my shoulders leaning in closer to talk.
"Just trust me love, it's safe, real safe. Just remember to swallow don't chew." He finished off his own watching me intently. Hoping that he'd leave if I just listened I rose the cup to my mouth frowning when the lime green 'jello' wouldn't come out.
Cole laughed at my expression and I could feel my face warm up as I tried to lean a little bit away. His breath wasn't exactly minty fresh.
With an inward sigh I dipped my finger into the lime green jello sweeping around the outside of the cup before hesitantly licking my finger trying out the taste. After confirming that it wasn't poison I swallowed the rest out of the cup. "See? What did I tell you? If you think that taste great wait until you try the orange."
I blinked at the room suddenly became very, very…slanted. A warm buzzing feeling washed over me and I turned back to Cole taking the next jello shot. They were tasty; everything was tasty, except the floor maybe. That probably wasn't tasty.
"These really are…colorful." I announced frowning wondering why Cole was swaying so much; it kind of made it hard to focus on him.
"Are you already drunk, Christ, kid that was fucking quick." I laughed sweeping through the jello shot, the orange was probably really tasty.
"Yeah, I never been drunk before. Expect now. Cole thanks! If you haven't giving me this then – hey it's all gone!" That wasn't fair, everything was always gone, and speaking of gone there was someone who I should be looking for. Was he gone too?
Figures.
I laughed again because that was really, really, really funny and people laugh when stuffs funny. "Can I have another please?" I really wanted another, really. Really. That's funny too, even though I wasn't sure why. "Kid, stick with English this is America. Oh and if you think those taste good you've gotta meet a friend of mine."
His friend was really blurry, 'he's probably not tasty either' I confirmed laughing when I tripped on my way to meet the friend.
"Cole man, this kid is fucking wasted how much vodka is in those things?" When did I get so good at tripping? Maybe if I tried really, really hard I could trip off the ground.
"Man this kid's fucked I swear it was 50/50, three minuets ago the kid was clamped shut, like he had future children to protect or something." Hmm, can't trip off the ground, at least I tried that's all that mattered. Or something like that.
"I'm Sena by the ways." I told the friend noticing that he was holding a glass bottle and I smiled all nice-like. "Can I have some more pleased?" I asked because if everyone else is doing something then you most certainly should be doing something too. Because if you don't that's rude and you can go to jail.
"What the hell, is he speaking Chinese or something?" Chinese? Who would be speaking Chinese at a time like…wait I didn't know the time, sorry.
"Hey I don't care, yo kid how about you have some of this?" I turned to find yet another friend; this one had a bottle also.
"Please yes." I answered frowning though because my head was really, really starting to…weight a lot. Heads weren't supposed to weight a lot. Maybe it's not like I ever weighed mine or anything like that. That would be weird.
"Oh so you can speak English, kid sit up here and I'll introduce you to bacardi." The other friend promised and I scrambled over not laughing as loud as the first time when I tripped again, landing in his lap.
"S'rry." I muttered just as my brain started to throb, brains weren't supposed to do that hearts were.
"Oh no I'm great, I like you kid, I really like you." I smiled barely realizing that Cole had left and that the first friend wasn't paying me any attention anymore. That didn't really matter though because the other friend liked me.
"Thanks you a lot. I don't know you but if I did I would like you too. Really. I'm Sena." I said with a smile as he brought the bottle of…bac- something to my lips nearly drowning me. Instantly the throbbing disappeared replaced with another wave of giddy warmth.
"Sena? Well ain't that a hot name, Sena how about dancing with me?" The other friend asked and I frowned. There was something wrong with dancing, something I did wrong while dancing. I couldn't think of what it was, the other friend stood up dragging me with him.
"I don't…feel so good." I told him as the room tilted again, the warm buzz was still there but something was wrong. I felt really icky. Really. "Too bad Sena, want to go take a breather outside?" The other friend asked and I nodded.
No wait, I wanted something else, something involving cards. I think, or maybe it was cars. No wait - cards - yeah cards. Poker cards.
"I need to find something, er, one." I told the other friend attempting to walk in the opposite direction confused to find my arm wasn't willing to follow the rest of my body. When I turned to find out why the room wentreally, really, tilted and I leaned over as a new type of warmth tried to fill me.
This was different than before instead of a warm buzz I was filled with boiling hot, icky warmth.
"Look Sena you're about to puke. Now do what I fucking say and come outside with me." The other wasn't that friendly anymore. Couldn't he see that I was trying to find someone?
"Let me go please," I muttered panic rising when I realized that there was three of them, and they wouldn't stop moving. "It hurts." I whispered as if that could make the greatest difference.
"Shut up it's going to hurt a hell of a lot in a few minuets." This wasn't fun anyone, I really had to find someone, or was it something. A house? No why would I be looking for a house? It was definitely a someone.
"That really hurts." I said again louder because it actually hurt a lot and it was getting scary.
"Brat said to let him go fucker." The other stiffened and I looked up wanting to know why voices over my head were more commanding than I was.
"Hi Mr. Kongo Agon." I said before bending over and puking me guts out.
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Just incase I end up flamed for this: I in no way suport underage drinking, blah, blah, blah. Life is short, don't screw up whatever time you do have.