I do not own Dragonball or Dragonball Z. They belong to their appropriate owners.
Warnings: yaoi, strong language, drugs and probably more
Boarding school
by sol-chan
Chapter II
Having nothing better to do, Gokou was still following Vejita from the distance. They went through the school grounds, sport grounds and to the wall. Then, Vejita disappeared somewhere. Gokou rushed to the wall and stopped. It was 7 feet high, made of bricks, with no holes. Gokou scratched his head before turning to look around. No `Jita. Obviously he had passed through. But how, in Kami's sake ? It was too high for him ! Gokou decided to check anyway and climbed on top of the wall himself to look on the other side. And yeah, there was Vejita, coming down the bank which Gokou had seen earlier from the window of their room. How had he gotten there ? Gokou jumped through the wall and rushed after him, from the mere curiosity how that had happened that `Jita was there, he just had to ask.
Vejita stopped only just over the surface of the water and was standing there for a while, deep in thoughts, his hands instinctively looking for a cigarette in his pockets. Gokou ran down the bank to join him. By the time Vejita was smoking again. He knew well enough he was doing this too often lately, but that was it, holidays, the time when you're high 24/7, and cigarettes keep nausea at bay.
" Yo, `Jita, how did you get here ?" Boomed Kakkarotsu's voice just behind him. He shrugged. He hadn't even heard the moron coming.
" What do you mean, how ?"
" There's a wall, it's too high for you to get through, unless you can fly."
" Yeah, Kakkarotsu, and there's a hole in that soon high wall so big that you have to be blind not to notice it."
" Hole ? Seriously, I haven't seen." Said Gokou laughing.
He spoke again after a while of standing there and looking at the shining surface of water, reflecting deep blue, cloudless sky. It was beautiful... and there were trees all around, a bit like his home.
" You smoke too much, `Jita." He said with concern.
" That shouldn't bother you. I can take care of myself."
" Just sayin`."
" You want one ?"
" I don't smoke. I never did."
Vejita chuckled softly.
" You mean that ? Not even once ?"
" Yep. I think I don't like it."
" How can you know if you've never tried ?" He asked rolling his eyes.
" Guessin` ?"
" You're such a kid, Kakkarotsu..." Said Vejita frowning, but soon his look changed to mischievous smirk. " You should try, just to know."
" Maybe better not..."
" Why ? There's nothing that wrong about it. Come on, moron."
" You think ?"
" Unlike you, I do." He said, his smirk widening until sharp canines were exposed.
He handed Gokou fired up cigarette. He took it, and pretending to watch it curiously really was looking down at Vejita and into his black eyes, gleaming in amusement.
" Come on, Kakkarotsu." Rushed him Vejita, throwing his own cigarette away.
Not having much of a choice, Gokou put the cigarette into his mouth and as Vejita had been excepting since the beginning, began to cough after inhaling the smoke for just a few seconds. Vejita burst into laughter at the hilarious image of Kakkarotsu, paling, his huge eyes filling with tears and hands reaching to grasp his throat. Even when Gokou regained his ability to breath and awareness, Vejita was still laughing like a madman.
" There's nothing so funny." Grunted Gokou.
" Sure, nothing at all." Chuckled Vejita holding his stomach.
" I don't get how you can do this at all, yet alone so often. I don't like it."
" One can get used to it, Kakkarotsu." Said Vejita before bursting into laughter again.
Gokou blushed. That really hadn't been that funny. But Vejita wasn't stopping to laugh, and there was mockery in his laughter, he wasn't laughing that much of what had happened a while earlier, he was laughing of him, Gokou, now, him as a person. Gokou felt weird stinging in his chest, it hurt, that Vejita was treating him like that. He couldn't stand his mocking laughter anymore, not even a minute, a second more of this !
Vejita found his feet losing contact with the ground, and it brought him back to reality, he stopped laughing, narrowing his eyes instead at Kakkarotsu, who was holding him up by the collar of his jacket, their faces inches apart.
" There are some limits of what I can stand." Gokou hissed in his face.
" You want to beat me ? You think you can ?" Asked Vejita, mockery in his voice mixing with amusement.
" I could if I wanted, but unlike you, I don't beat people outside of the mat." He said, letting shorter guy go.
" Fuck you." Hissed Vejita, straightening his jacket and going away.
Gokou was standing there mindlessly for a long while. Why had he done
it ? He simply couldn't stand Vejita making fun of him, treating him like
if he was something worse, making an idiot out of him. Sure, people he
considered friends had made fun of him more than once in the past, but
then they had been no mockery in their laughter, no treating him like an
idiot who couldn't figure the simplest things. Gokou knew he wasn't really
smart, and that he was acting even more stupid than he really was most
the time, as it was just his style, but he definitely didn't deserve such
treatment. He didn't know anymore, if he should regret his argument with
`Jita or maybe be happy that he had showed him who he was, that maybe it
would teach another guy to value him higher. He couldn't decide anymore,
he felt torn apart. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, bend down to pick
up a stone and threw it to the river, watching it jump on the surface of
water, before picking up another one and another one... He needed something
to get his frustration onto, he would have gladly trained, but it was impossible
for a while, so he concentrated on throwing another stone...
Vejita watched the syringe plunge into the flesh at the inside of his
elbow with glazed eyes. He was in the bathroom, taking his shot of heroine.
He was deep in this shit, he knew it, but he needed it, he needed drugs
to keep himself together. He needed to be the best, in everything he was
doing, that was his primal, greatest need, but soon enough he had realized
that he couldn't be the best in everything, that he was always close, but
not the best. It was driving him insane. And drugs were lulling this need
to sleep, reducing the pain that caused him every failure to just dull
ache. It was only way he knew to keep going, mindless that it was pulling
him down, lower and lower. It was helping him, and what the fuck else was
he supposed to do ?! Kill and rape to fulfill his need of superiority ?
He never felt that good like when he was standing over someone beaten to
the ground by him, begging him to leave him alone. He could feel it in
himself, that he could have killed for pleasure, he couldn't deny that
maybe one day he would. Was he a fucked psychopath ? He didn't wish to
know. As for now drugs were helping him to keep the desire at bay. In the
past months of holidays, he was constantly high, more or less, and it was
what had kept him from doing something stupid and crazy that he would have
regretted then. He emptied the syringe to his vein and took it out, putting
a piece of toilet paper over the tiny wound to block the bloodshed. After
a while, he took it away and threw out, put the syringe back to his pocket,
lowered the sleeve of his jacket and came out. He already felt a lot better,
with the mere promise of relief the drug was giving him. He headed to his
room, on his way walking on someone. He muttered ` I'm sorry ` and wanted
to walk away, but was stopped by a hand put on his shoulder. He turned
around, startled, and had to look definitely up to see the face of an adult,
though young man, with blue eyes and fair hair, smiling warmly down at
him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~