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 IV
That night, around 2 am,
`Jita's `boyfriend` drove him back from whereever they had been and escorted
to the room. Loud knocking woke Gokou up and he went to answer the door,
still impossibly sleepy, only to get completely drunk Vejita thrown in
his arms. It took him a while to realize what had happened at all. As soon
as he did he put `Jita on his bed, wrapping the sheets tightly around him.
As always, `Jita was smelling of alcohol, but tonight it was particularly
bad as he couldn't even keep standing on his own and his eyes were looking
like if he had drugged, too, in fact he was barely conscious and panting
frantically. What had he done to himself ?
" Kakka... rotsu ?"
" Yes ?"
" I need to..."
" What is it, `Jita ?"
" Give me... my... I need to take heroine..."
" What ?!"
" Kakkarotsu, please..." He begged getting a syringe out of his pocket and handing it to Gokou.
" I... I can't on my own..."
" Sorry, `Jita, but it's looking for me like you're drunk and have taken something already."
" Drunk ?" Chuckled Vejita. " I'm not drunk, not really, I'm better than to get drunk after two bottles of vodka..."
" Yeah, sure."
"...and I had only acid... I need heroine... please..."
Gokou stared thoghtfully at the syringe shoved in his hand, filled with pale pink liquid. How could he do something like that ?! How could Vejita think he would ?
" Kakkarotsu, get this fucked syringe here !" Screamed Vejita revealing his forearm. " If you won't I'll try to do this myself... and trust me... you won't like the sight, unless you like to look at blood, a lot of blood..."
Gokou shook his head in protest.
" Just do this, I'll do everything you want. You want me, don't you ? I may kiss you, or..."
" Shut up !" Growled Gokou before grasping Vejita's forearm and plunging the syringe in it not quite seeing what he was doing. His heart's pace was tenfold normal. Kami, Vejita knew... To all of this, Vejita knew...
As the syringe emptied, he took it out delicately and put aside. Vejita was lying on the bed, panting heavily, his eyes gleaming with happiness, he grinned, literally grinned, before wrapping his arms around Gokou's neck and pulling him down on himself.
" You know, Kakkarotsu, I'm going to be high and I'm horny when I'm high." He whispered pulling Gokou's face closer and closer. Other boy pulled away only as their lips almost touched. Vejita frowned. " I'm getting sick. I wanna smoke !"
" No."
" Who are you to tell me no ?!" Screamed Vejita looking for cigarette and soon enough fuming while still lying on his back.
He had never done something like that before, vodka, acid and heroine mixed together. Maybe he should have, he was feeling damned well, only sick, but cigarette was taking the sickness away. Kakkarotsu muttered something incomprehensible through the ringing filling his ears and went to his bed, turning the only lamp off. By the time Vejita finished his cigarette Gokou was soundly asleep.
Vejita frowned. They had left him alone, both, his lover, who had said that maybe he'd had enough if he was going to go to school tomorrow, and Kakkarotsu. At least Kakkarotsu shoot him his heroine up before, and didn't even want the reward. Vejita wondered if he hadn't been wrong assuming that Kakkarotsu lusted for him, but what other explanation could be found when his roommate was getting obviously hard every time when he saw Vejita changing or coming back from under the shower in the bathroom, with only a towel around his waist ? So, even such a seemingly innocent moron was thinking about him in that way. Somehow, realization was bitter for Vejita... How could it be ? It seemed that heroine didn't get to his system fully yet if anything was still bitter for him. But yes, it was true that he hadn't friends or normal family, that he was either hated, ignored or desired, maybe what Bulma felt for him... maybe she loved him, but that wasn't changing much as he felt nothing back, maybe it was the core of the problem, maybe he wasn't able to actually feel something back for anyone, something beside hate, annoyance or desire himself. Fuck, who cared ? He was high, that was what mattered. But...
He had enough, just a bit, he was beginning to have enough, maybe he had slept with enough people to get satisfied once and for ever ? Maybe even he needed some stability in the end, something that would last longer than one night, one week, few weeks at the most ? At hand, he had enough of his current lover and English teacher in one person, his treating him like a kid he needed to take care of and learn everything, mindless that Vejita bet he had more experience than him, his sickningly light blue eyes, almost transparent in fact, and last but not least, how bad the man was in bed, considering himself experienced and all at the same time. Actually, Vejita was regretting that he had gotten himself into this at all, ending up stuck in bed with hopeless guy most his time, instead of training or at least having decent fun. But he couldn't just dump him... It was complicated, in the end the man was his teacher and had gotten to know many ugly things about him, like that he was addicted to heroine and usually having some with him. Having just that knowledge, it wouldn't have been hard for the man to get him out of the school and to the penitentiary or even prison, in the act of revenge. Vejita knew it well enough, and it was what was keeping him as the man's lover for so long, whole three weeks, though honestly he'd had enough of this after the first time, he was just waiting till the man would get bored with him. Definetely, it had been a mistake to go to bed with him in the first place, but yet again, it wasn't Vejita's first nor last grave mistake, despite his intelligance he tended to make decisions listening to other parts of himself than his over-reasonable brain, these were the effects.
Anyway, why should he care at all ? He was high, he was supposed to
be happy, if he was going to still regret even now, then why was he wasting
his time and money to get heroine to get to this point ? Maybe mixing it
with vodka and acid wasn't that good idea, after bunch of hallucinations
from the first two he had gotten melancholic while he was on heroine or
maybe still it just wasn't working... It had to be that... Maybe the dose
was too small... He would have shoot up more if only he could have moved
any part of his body, but he couldn't, every breath required great effort,
yet alone moving more than an eyelid. He blinked, it was hard to. And there
was no point in keeping eyes open in the darkness anyway. So he closed
them. And opened them, and closed, because it suddenly occured funny to
him that they were moving like that, so funny... he laughed, despite how
hard it was to, crying from laughter, until he ended up throwing up on
the floor, barelu conscious from laughter, that consumed the last of his
strenght. It was so hard to breathe... so hard... Black circles covered
his vision, world spinning wildly around him. He crawled to pull on Kakkarotsu's
foot, trying to get him to wake up, suddenly afraid that he could not stand
it this time, that it all could end that damned night. Fuck, he didn't
want to die... He had still too many things left to do, like beating Kakkarotsu,
getting to know if he really wanted him, doing something about it, he needed
more time to figure out the annoying baka... to get to know why the fuck
was he so damned friendly to him, why hadn't he given up on looking for
his friendship long time ago, like the others had, maybe beside Bulma,
but with her it was different thing, he didn't love her, that for sure,
but he did care about her, had fought for her, had seduced her. As for
Kakkarotsu, he had been always mean to him, because the moron had been
annoying him with his stupidity, or rather with the fact he couldn't figure
him out, not even a bit. With all the differences that were between them,
and with that he couldn't beat him in combat. He pulled hard on Kakkarotsu's
foot, putting all his strenght in this, he succeeded, finally, as Kakkarotsu
opened his eyes.
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In a way, this is hilarious, with Vejita pulling on sleeping Gokou's
foot and thinking all those things all the while, just imagine how would
it look visualised in anime/manga. : )