Raven Dream
By: Blood Countess

Note/Disclaimer: Everything in italics are characters thoughts. I own none of the Sailormoon characters, anybody with Angelic/Demonic names besides Yaten and Haruka are generally real people and I got their permission to use them in this fanfic – besides Hakael, and Lahatiel, considering they're dead, and Astaroth… whom is in the psychiatric ward. And won't be out for a very long time now.
Warnings: Alternate Universe | Strong/Mild Language | Murder and Violence | Drug Abuse, Addiction, and Habituation

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"Who cares anymore? We all die, don't we? So what does it matter if you die of an overdose, over long-term use, or get shot? There's not much of our lives by now that we need to truly see. Hell, we can't even DO much of anything by now."
~Lahatiel, Four20 '00.

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Trip 2 | Coke and Junk
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"So where is she now?" Hakael glanced at Yaten briefly before looking ahead again. He shrugged lazily for a moment.

"Some insane asylum. I forget which one," he responded. Yaten stopped walking at stared up at Hakael.

"Why is she there?" Hakael lifted an eyebrow.

"Hello? Do you not pay attention in your school work, little girl?" He snickered for a moment. "Substance-Induced Psychotic Disorder. Or whatever. Something like that," he said. Yaten nodded slowly.

"So her charges were dropped?"

"Unfortunately. Because she was defined as insane, yes." Yaten looked up at the cloudy sky. "Miss home? Poor baby," Hakael said sarcastically. Yaten shook her head rapidly.

"You said you'd stop being such a jerk!"

"No, I didn't. I said we could st-"

"Bickering, bickering, bickering… Stupid addicts. That's all you ever do," a sultry voice muttered. Yaten blinked and looks behind herself, eyeing the stranger.

"Who are you?" Hakael stared flatly ahead.

"That's Lahatiel," he said. He turned around to face the other boy who wore a neatly pressed suit and had his cheaply dyed bright red hair in a ponytail at the base of his neck – several long strands of hair hanging in his face. "And who are you calling 'stupid addicts'?" Hakael scowled. Lahatiel flicked the remains of his smoking cigarettes against the sidewalk and stepped on it, staring acidly at Hakael.

"Both of you," he replied slyly. Yaten grunted.

"You don't look like one to talk," she snapped. Lahatiel lifted an elegant eyebrow.

"Snappy one."

"Indeed," Hakael muttered. He cleared his throat. "Lahatiel, this is an old friend of mine. Her alias is Obyzouth. And don't worry, she used to be a friend of Dommiel's*" Lahatiel narrowed his eyes in thought.

"What was her other-"

"Lime Acid," Yaten said sharply. Lahatiel grinned demonically and bent down, his hazel eyes stared into Yaten's green ones.

"So you were her little bitch?" Yaten clenched her fist at her side.

"Excuse me?"

"Lady Caine. Astaroth*. Heh, you were the little submissive bitch," Lahatiel said, a hint of cruel amusement in his voice. Hakael bit his lip for a moment, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Lahatiel, I have a question."

"What is it?" Lahatiel stood up again. He studied Hakael for a moment before he scowled. "Don't think I'm giving anything to you for free. I don't WORK like that, damnit."

"What the hell are you talking about work?! You don't work except in the organized crime business and selling kilo bricks!" Yaten blinked.

"Organized… crime…? As in… Mafia type stuff?" Lahatiel lifted and hand and smacked Yaten across the face, her head jerked to the right on impact, a red mark already beginning to appear.

"You never heard that," he said in a chilling voice. Yaten merely nodded silently, and Hakael sighed.

"Lahatiel, either you can give me what I want, or I can go right to the police station and report you." Lahatiel almost growled, and he clenched his fists.

"What exactly did you have in mind that you wanted?" Hakael glanced at Yaten, who had lifted a hand to rub her cheek.

"Morphine."

"Oh Jesus fuckin' Christ, Hakael! It doesn't take you that long to find a dealer who sells some fuckin' morphine!"

"They sell the cheap street shit that's been broken down* like… ten fuckin' times, I swear it! PLEASE, Lahatiel? I'll pay you back!" Lahatiel snorted.

"You said you'd pay me back two months ago, and you never did. Why do you need morphine anyway? Don't you have OxyMorphone?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then you don't need the morphine!"

"Yes, I do!"

"What for?"

"Her!" Hakael motioned to Yaten who was staring icily at Lahatiel. Lahatiel sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Fine, fine."

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Lahatiel sighed and smacked the heavy 'brick' down onto the counted, the plastic splitting open. He lowered both halves on the counter and picked up a razor blade. Hakael watched as Lahatiel separated a tiny section of it and picked up a small bottle of baby powder. Lahatiel sighed again and sprinkled some of the white powder onto the morphine and mixed it together with the razor tip.

"Why-"

"You think those dealers give you pure heroin?" Lahatiel laughed bitterly. Yaten bit her lip and he put the deep-tan colored powder in a spoon, adding some water to it. He grabbed his lighter from the counter and lit it, holding it under the spoon.

"Lahatiel, what are you do-"

"Shut up," he snapped, not bothering to look behind himself to address the roommate properly. Blue eyes simply blinked lazily, as the woman reached up and ran her fingers through her sandy blonde hair.

"Whatever, Lahatiel." She plopped down on the couch and sighed, laying back. Lahatiel simply shook his head and threw his lighter down on the counter and reached his hand down, feeling around for the clean syringe he provided. He bit his lip as he found it and delicately put the spoon down, putting the needle tip to the dark brown, almost syrupy liquid. He pulled back the injector, making sure to take in almost every drop and lifted it eye level. He lifted his finger and flicked it for a moment before grabbing the rubber strip.

"Sit." Yaten bit her lip and did so and Lahatiel pulled off the black trench coat. He threw it to the floor and tied the rubber stripping over her forearm. "You want this, right? If so, you're gonna find it's hard turning ba-"

"I don't care," Yaten responded. Lahatiel stared at her for a moment before he jabbed the needle inside of the new-apparent blue vein. He injected the brown liquid inside of her before he pulled back on the syringe so some of her body entered the body of the syringe. He pulled the needle out of her arm and pulled off the rubber band.

"Now go frolic or something." Yaten stood up, stumbling a bit. Blue eyes followed her every move like a cat eyeing a mouse.

"Hold onto something," she said. Yaten glanced at her.

"Who are you?"

"Semyaza," the girl responded. Yaten squinted at her and then looked back at Hakael. He just shrugged.

"What the fuck are you lookin' at me for? Meet your new partner in crime." Hakael reached out shoved Yaten towards the couch. Lahatiel scowled.

"Fucker. You're not supposed to shove two addicts together like that. By the way," he said, holding out the two halves of the kilo brick in a plastic bag. "Sell this or something. I don't want it, jackass. Semyaza doesn't do opiates." Hakael just snorted and took the bag from his 'friend'. Yaten eyes bore into Haruka's and a frown marred her lips. Haruka almost smirked.

"You look so typical," she said.

"Typical?"

"Typical, yes," Haruka said. "For a heroin addict. Your facial expression. It's so typical." Yaten simply shook her head. Haruka stood up from her spot on the couch. She reached her hand out, staring cautiously at Yaten. "I can say I'd 'like' for you as a friend, just keep your heroin shit away from me," she said. Yaten lifted an eyebrow and grabbed Haruka's hand, shaking slowly.

"Heroin shit? What exactly do you do?" Haruka pulled her hand from Yaten's and lowered it to her pants, practically wiping it off as if Yaten had a disease.

"Mostly cocaine and amphetamines."

"Why do you hate heroin so much?" Haruka scowled.

"I hate all those damned opium derivatives or whatever the fuck they are. And for the record, I hate them because they're nasty and I've seen so many people die from them." Yaten glared, feeling too numb and weak to clench her fist – though she tried.

"You're one to talk. Cocaine," Yaten snorted. "Is just as bad as heroin will ever be," she said.

"No arguing in my house. Wanna blast each other's brains out? Go do it outsides, assholes." Haruka bit her lip to keep from snickering. Yaten simply shook her head.

"Perhaps we didn't start off well. Obyzouth," Yaten said slowly.

"Perhaps?" Haruka threw her head back and made a mock laughter. "Idiot. I'm Semyaza to you." Yaten nodded, almost feeling a sense of need to get attached with someone new.

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Starred Shit!
Er… Notes.

*#1.) Dommiel… Dragon Tears… Whatever.

*#2.) Astaroth… Lady Caine… or around her known as 'Monsieur Caine', but whatever. The point is the character of Lady Caine and the actual Astaroth are put away. Just informing you Astaroth is the 'upgraded' name for Lady Caine

*#3.) For a drug that comes out of kilo bricks (such as cocaine, marijuana, most powdered drugs in general.) this is what they go through:

–First, the international drug dealers get the kilo bricks from drug manufacturers.
–Second, it's given to national drug dealers who splits open the kilo brick and adds something too it.
–Third, from the national drug dealer, it's given to state drug dealers. The state drug dealer breaks it down again.
–Fourth, the state drug dealer gives it to county drug dealers, who break it down again.
–Fifth, the county drug dealers give it to city drug dealers, who break it down again.
–Lastly, depending on the dealer – they could give it to a 'community drug dealer' who will break down even more.

In conclusion, by the time the drug user gets the drug (being cocaine, heroin, whatever) it's 50%-80% 'preservatives'. (And to think I snort and inject that everyday… No wonder why heroin gets the term 'junk' on the streets.")