Brandon stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette. "Where ya going?" "Does it matter?" I grabbed my coat. "No not really. Just wondering." He let out a breath, filled of smoke. "Heh. I bet." I pulled the coat over my shoulders, and walked to the doorway. Brandon narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes?" He asked, as I snatched the cigarette from his lips. "Don't you know smoking is bad for you?" I said, waving my index finger in his face. A small smile spread across my shiny lips. "Yeah, I know. I'll stop smoking if you stop drinking." He frowned when I placed the cigarette between my lips. "I'll think about it." Ashes fell from the tip of the cigarette, as I spoke. I quickly walked past him. "You make me completely...miserable." He whispered.
The day had passed in a complete blur, now the stars were already coming out, brightly. "Brandon." I heavily breathed, my breathed fogged up in the cold night air. The name seemed to roll off my lips, without my knowing. I had walked around the almost deserted town all day. Even though I had been through the town numerous times, I never noticed it only contained convicts, gays, and bounty hunters. "I guess I shouldn't expect much, after all, this is one of the smaller towns on Jupiter." I said, shoving my hands into my coat pockets. Glancing up, for only a moment, I spotted a dim star, with one last bright flicker of light, it disappeared. I sighed, and continued back to the bar.
I made my way up the steps, my boots scraping against them. I placed my hand on the cold, golden, knob, and turned it. The door swung open and I stepped in. Walking through Brandon's bedroom, I saw a towel laying on the bed. I grabbed it, then threw it through the open bathroom door. "He shouldn't leave a wet towel on the bed." I shook my head, and entered the bar. My eyes scanned the room. I quickly noticed I was the only woman in the bar, except one in the corner. She was wearing a dark blue cloak, and sitting with two men. One in his twenties, red hair...almost the color of a flame, and two scars across his face. The other a boy with spiky blond hair. The lighting was so dim, you couldn't make out many details. Before I stopped looking at the group, the red head winked at me. "Men," I groaned to myself, wishing I had turned my head sooner. Suddenly I felt something brush across my cheek. I immediately turned to face a smiling Brandon. He didn't have the usual dim expression, it actually seemed happy. "Why'd you kiss me, Brandon?" "It was only on the cheek," He smiled again. "You want a drink?" "Sure." I answered, propping my head up with my fist. Brandon set the glass in my free hand. I took a sip, staring into the glass. I saw the reflection of the red head, from the corner, approaching the counter. "Hey mister, I've been waiting for some service. Don't ya have some waitresses 'round here?" He looked down, and smiled. "Hey, babe. You a bounty hunter?" I glanced at him, "No." I looked away. "Well...What's your name? Mine's Gene Starwind." He took a seat on the stool next to me. "I have no name." I shifted my gaze to the young woman he was with. She was still sitting, her eyes on Gene. "Is that your girlfriend?" I asked, pointing to her. "Who? Mel? Oh. She's just one of my crew members." He moved closer, trying to get a better view of my face. "Hey! Get away from her!" Gene and I both looked up. "Oh, so she's your girl? That explains why she's ignoring me." Gene smirked. "No, she's not my girl." Brandon replied, glumly. "Then there should be no problem with me talking to her." He placed his hand on my shoulder. Becoming greatly angered, I slapped his hand away, and stood, knocking over the stool I had been sitting on. "Brandon, just ignore him." I turned away from them both, and walked to the table in the corner.
"Mind if I sit?" I leaned over the table, and asked. Both stared at me. "Umm, sure you can sit here." The young woman smiled warmly. "Thanks." I smiled back. She bit her lower lip, then began to speak, "Do you like Gene?" "As in?" I perked a brow at the question. "Do you think you might fall in love with him?" She seemed hurt by the fact he had hit on me. "No. I'd rather stay away from love." Melfina looked at the table and smiled. I watched her mouth the words, "thank you." "Do you work here?" The young boy asked. "No, I stay here a lot though. Oh, by the way, what's your name. I know everyone's on this table but yours." He blushed slightly, "My name is James, but everyone calls me Jim." I let out a small giggle. "That's a nice name. Why are you here?" "We're searching for work to pay off some debts. We'll take basically any job, but for now we're looking for a girl." I could feel my heart begin to race. "Her name?" I mentally prepared myself for my great escape. *Great escape my ass.* I thought to myself. *I'll have to run for now, I don't have a caster...not even a pistol.* "Her name is, Raseyu. She's about 18. She has a pretty big bounty." "I know." I whispered lightly. Jim stared at me, he was studying my face. "What's your name?" "Huh? Oh, I have no name. I lost it and everything else a long time ago." My eyes were fixed upon a ball point pen lying upon the table. The light reflected off it so beautifully. Beneath it was a napkin. I picked both up. As we sat in silence, I wrote on the napkin. After several minutes, I threw the napkin and pen onto the table. I rose from my seat, pushing my coat behind me, so it wouldn't tangle between my legs as I walked. I walked calmly through the door, glancing back only once to see Jim and Melfina reading the note. I repeated each sentence through my mind as I ran down the street: "I'm Raseyu...Catch me if you can. Anything goes in this cosmic dare...so take care." The name 'Raseyu' was lost a long time ago. I really have no name, yet I'm still called Raseyu. I'd rather be called that than have people say 'Hey you!' "Just like my name, I'm lost too." I whispered to myself, as I turned a corner.
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Okies, this'll be my lil section to talk, kinda like in Fushigi Yugi (the column Yu Watase writes in, in the manga) I suppose you (the reader) will learn more 'bout me thanks to this part. Oya...major props for me, I wrote the 2nd chapter in one day, didn't take me that long either. I woke up at 12 and began writing on it. I was done before 2. Oh, and yes, I sleep a lot. Whenever I don't have to go to school, I sleep the day away. When I get home from school, I take a nap. -.-" I know I'm sad, still sleep is very good for you. Oh, almost forgot, thankfully, people reviewed my story...so now I don't totally believe it stunk. *cheers* I should have the next chapter up soon, like maybe Monday or so. So keep reading and reviewing, please! ;.; Oya, I kinda messed up on the 2nd chapter. Brandon's original name was Doug, so I kinda typed Doug instead of Brandon. I edited it, so hopefully by the time anyone reads this lil note, they won't even know 'bout my mistake in names. .;;
The day had passed in a complete blur, now the stars were already coming out, brightly. "Brandon." I heavily breathed, my breathed fogged up in the cold night air. The name seemed to roll off my lips, without my knowing. I had walked around the almost deserted town all day. Even though I had been through the town numerous times, I never noticed it only contained convicts, gays, and bounty hunters. "I guess I shouldn't expect much, after all, this is one of the smaller towns on Jupiter." I said, shoving my hands into my coat pockets. Glancing up, for only a moment, I spotted a dim star, with one last bright flicker of light, it disappeared. I sighed, and continued back to the bar.
I made my way up the steps, my boots scraping against them. I placed my hand on the cold, golden, knob, and turned it. The door swung open and I stepped in. Walking through Brandon's bedroom, I saw a towel laying on the bed. I grabbed it, then threw it through the open bathroom door. "He shouldn't leave a wet towel on the bed." I shook my head, and entered the bar. My eyes scanned the room. I quickly noticed I was the only woman in the bar, except one in the corner. She was wearing a dark blue cloak, and sitting with two men. One in his twenties, red hair...almost the color of a flame, and two scars across his face. The other a boy with spiky blond hair. The lighting was so dim, you couldn't make out many details. Before I stopped looking at the group, the red head winked at me. "Men," I groaned to myself, wishing I had turned my head sooner. Suddenly I felt something brush across my cheek. I immediately turned to face a smiling Brandon. He didn't have the usual dim expression, it actually seemed happy. "Why'd you kiss me, Brandon?" "It was only on the cheek," He smiled again. "You want a drink?" "Sure." I answered, propping my head up with my fist. Brandon set the glass in my free hand. I took a sip, staring into the glass. I saw the reflection of the red head, from the corner, approaching the counter. "Hey mister, I've been waiting for some service. Don't ya have some waitresses 'round here?" He looked down, and smiled. "Hey, babe. You a bounty hunter?" I glanced at him, "No." I looked away. "Well...What's your name? Mine's Gene Starwind." He took a seat on the stool next to me. "I have no name." I shifted my gaze to the young woman he was with. She was still sitting, her eyes on Gene. "Is that your girlfriend?" I asked, pointing to her. "Who? Mel? Oh. She's just one of my crew members." He moved closer, trying to get a better view of my face. "Hey! Get away from her!" Gene and I both looked up. "Oh, so she's your girl? That explains why she's ignoring me." Gene smirked. "No, she's not my girl." Brandon replied, glumly. "Then there should be no problem with me talking to her." He placed his hand on my shoulder. Becoming greatly angered, I slapped his hand away, and stood, knocking over the stool I had been sitting on. "Brandon, just ignore him." I turned away from them both, and walked to the table in the corner.
"Mind if I sit?" I leaned over the table, and asked. Both stared at me. "Umm, sure you can sit here." The young woman smiled warmly. "Thanks." I smiled back. She bit her lower lip, then began to speak, "Do you like Gene?" "As in?" I perked a brow at the question. "Do you think you might fall in love with him?" She seemed hurt by the fact he had hit on me. "No. I'd rather stay away from love." Melfina looked at the table and smiled. I watched her mouth the words, "thank you." "Do you work here?" The young boy asked. "No, I stay here a lot though. Oh, by the way, what's your name. I know everyone's on this table but yours." He blushed slightly, "My name is James, but everyone calls me Jim." I let out a small giggle. "That's a nice name. Why are you here?" "We're searching for work to pay off some debts. We'll take basically any job, but for now we're looking for a girl." I could feel my heart begin to race. "Her name?" I mentally prepared myself for my great escape. *Great escape my ass.* I thought to myself. *I'll have to run for now, I don't have a caster...not even a pistol.* "Her name is, Raseyu. She's about 18. She has a pretty big bounty." "I know." I whispered lightly. Jim stared at me, he was studying my face. "What's your name?" "Huh? Oh, I have no name. I lost it and everything else a long time ago." My eyes were fixed upon a ball point pen lying upon the table. The light reflected off it so beautifully. Beneath it was a napkin. I picked both up. As we sat in silence, I wrote on the napkin. After several minutes, I threw the napkin and pen onto the table. I rose from my seat, pushing my coat behind me, so it wouldn't tangle between my legs as I walked. I walked calmly through the door, glancing back only once to see Jim and Melfina reading the note. I repeated each sentence through my mind as I ran down the street: "I'm Raseyu...Catch me if you can. Anything goes in this cosmic dare...so take care." The name 'Raseyu' was lost a long time ago. I really have no name, yet I'm still called Raseyu. I'd rather be called that than have people say 'Hey you!' "Just like my name, I'm lost too." I whispered to myself, as I turned a corner.
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Okies, this'll be my lil section to talk, kinda like in Fushigi Yugi (the column Yu Watase writes in, in the manga) I suppose you (the reader) will learn more 'bout me thanks to this part. Oya...major props for me, I wrote the 2nd chapter in one day, didn't take me that long either. I woke up at 12 and began writing on it. I was done before 2. Oh, and yes, I sleep a lot. Whenever I don't have to go to school, I sleep the day away. When I get home from school, I take a nap. -.-" I know I'm sad, still sleep is very good for you. Oh, almost forgot, thankfully, people reviewed my story...so now I don't totally believe it stunk. *cheers* I should have the next chapter up soon, like maybe Monday or so. So keep reading and reviewing, please! ;.; Oya, I kinda messed up on the 2nd chapter. Brandon's original name was Doug, so I kinda typed Doug instead of Brandon. I edited it, so hopefully by the time anyone reads this lil note, they won't even know 'bout my mistake in names. .;;