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It was just like any other Friday night.
Well, for the heartbroken it was. Ise Hyoudou was sitting in the shittiest bar in his little dead end town of Kuoh, Japan, nursing a bottle, and wishing that for once the whiskey would dull the never-ending pain that was his life.
Nobody seemed to care that he was underage, just that he had sorrows he wanted to drown, and money. No one comforted anyone here. It's how it was. You were there for one reason: something bad happened, and you couldn't cope.
Ise loved it. He could drink, and drink, and smoke, and drink and no one gave a damn and a half as long as he had money to spend.
But this week had been different, not that he cared anymore. He was being followed. He silently laughed. Let them see his underage drinking, do something about it, he dared! One move, and he could expose the entire supernatural world if he wanted to. Not that he would. The only thing that came with the supernatural world was pain. Pain no one deserved. After all, if it weren't for the supernatural world, she would still be alive…
He slammed the now-empty bottle onto the table, before ordering yet another round of Jack. The bartender, a man named Jack, ironically, looked at him. It was Ise's favorite bartender, a man who was in his opinion, the only person in his life who gave a damn. He didn't care about Ise's age, and never asked why he drank. But that didn't mean he didn't care. He was always there when Ise was, and always poured the first couple rounds free. Jack was also the owner of the bar, a responsibility he had shared with his wife until the year before. Before it was Jack's bar, it was his fathers, and his grandfathers before that.
And he always noticed when something was wrong."Hey, Ise, you good man? That's a bit more than usual" Jack said. It wasn't an accusation. "And you keep looking at your arm like you're looking for something. Are you alright man? I don't wanna lose my favorite customer." He joked at the end.
"I'll be fine, Jack. It's just been a rough week. That's all." He said, touched at the bartender's care.
Ise wasn't stupid. He knew that Jack was interested in his back story. He also knew that Ise was broken beyond belief. Jack would've quit the year before if it weren't for Ise. It was common knowledge Jack had almost sold his bar and walked out after a big fight had broken out between him and his wife. Jack was left alone except for the bar, and he wanted almost nothing to do with the bar.
But he couldn't let it go because of Ise. Something about Ise kept Jack around. And everyone was thankful he did. Jack gained a new support group and he even had a new girlfriend.
Ise gained nothing, and never spoke a word in complaint. He just sat there and always ordered his rounds.
Jack shook his head."Oh, I got it. Well, I just figured I'd ask. Anything special this time?"
"How 'bout a Devil's Bath?" Ise said.
"Coming up." Within a minute, the flaming drink was in front of Ise. It wasn't cheap, but there was a reason the name of the tavern was the Devil's lair. This was one of the bar's signatures for a reason.
The two continued a small banter over the hours. Small talk kept Ise sane, one of the few things Jack had noticed about Ise. He was immensely antisocial, avoiding people as a whole altogether. But silence drove Ise nuts. He always had to talk to someone about something.
Tonight it was American Football. Japan was in talks to create their own league of the came and as such Ise had gone and studied the sport. What he found was what he considered awesome.
"Come on man, it's perfect combat training for the army! Think about it. Half the sport is running and dodging, and the other half is attacking. It's perfect!" Declared a (very) drunken Ise.
Jack was of another mind set. "Think of the kids, all those kids seeing these men absolutely destroying each other for their enjoyment." He pointed out.
"Exactly! It'll toughen them up. It'll show them they need to get strong or else they won't be able to keep up!" Exclaimed Ise.
The two talked for about an hour more, before Ise's head fell onto the counter in front of him. He absentmindedly started scratching at the wood by his head. After a few minutes, he began to snore softly, and his face visibly softened. Stress marks disappeared, before reappearing again. He whimpered softly, a sound filled with sadness and agony.
The only one who bothered to check on him was the bartender, who sighed in defeat. "Dammit kid. What happened to you?" He spoke softly. He looked at the marks on the wood in front of Ise.
Save me please, the words wrote.
Jack sighed. "Why won't somebody save him, I don't know." He glared out a nearby window. "Of course, then again, it's not like anyone really cares." He sighed once more. Whoever had followed Ise had given up once they had seen where he was going.
He called a cab for Ise, before closing up. Everyone had already left anyway, so it was a simple matter of flipping the open sign to closed, turning off the lights, and locking all the doors and windows. He carried Ise to the curb, before the cab showed up. He set Ise in the cab, before climbing in the back as well.
Several minutes later, they pulled up outside a small apartment with a vacant sign. It was small and rundown. It was also clearly abandoned. Jack sighed before slowly dragging Ise into the house, and using a key hidden under a doormat, entered.
Ise had found the apartment a long time ago, with someone else. They had lived there, away from both of their parents. As far as Jack could tell, both of the kid's parents had been abusive. It was no wonder that Ise almost never went home.
Slowly, Jack set Ise down on a bed, the springs creaking softly. He glanced at a nearby picture, one Ise always kept at his bedside.
It was of a beautiful blonde girl with a red ring on her left finger. She was wearing faded blue jeans and a crimson t-shirt under a brown bomber jacket.
Ise was wearing a similar attire. Both were outfitting with smiles brighter than any other Jack had seen. He smiled. Ise looked so happy there, arm around a girl he clearly loved. He looked down at the kid he considered to be a son. Smiling softly, he covered Ise in a Blanket, and turned on the TV to the local news. Ise couldn't even sleep without noise.
Then, Jack walked back outside. He was about to call another cab, when he saw a flash of light.
His body was smashed under a two-ton truck in seconds. The driver didn't even slow down, thinking She had found a speed bump. The driver didn't even notice she was driving on the sidewalk.
Jack's last thought was that he was glad he had named Ise and Lilith the only beneficiaries to his will. He smiled knowing Ise would be taken care of.
And the Angel of Death harvested another good soul that night.
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