HA! the summery was just a really short and easy way to lure you into my fic! Them being stuck in the washroom was just a small part of it. Now lets continue and see
where I'm really going with this. Oh, for ppl who don't know, Jounouchi Kastuya is Jou's, proper, whole name.
And they changed Malik's name in the dub, Terrence, out of all names. *shudder*
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Jou ran down the street a block or two before stopping to catch his breath. 'Oh shit. Why did that old man happen to open the door at a time like that? How
embarrassing.' He rested his hands on his knees.
Kaiba was getting tired he was thinking about forgetting to chase after the boy when he saw him, "Jou!" he sprinted until he was right behind the boy and put his hand
on his shoulder.
He looked behind him to the hand on his shoulder and saw Kaiba lend over to breathe.
"Jou..." he managed to breathe out, "W...why did you run?"
"I... I don't know."
"Well that's a good answer." He stood back up, noticing his hand on the boy he slapped it back. 'Why did I do that? Why did I even bother chasing him?'
Jou stood up as well, "It's late. I better be heading home, I'm a few days late for dinner." He let out a small laugh, trying to convince the teen that he was all right,
nothing was wrong, no need to watch over him.
Kaiba looked at his watch, 6:20 pm. It was all ready pretty dark and if it wasn't for the street lights, it would be difficult to see. "I'll see you at school then Kastuya."
and left.
Jou didn't bother to turn around and watch him leave or even say a word only one thought went through his head, 'What's going to happen to me when I walk
through that door..."
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Kaiba turned the corner when he stopped, something wasn't right, ' Hmph. Why should I care about Jou, I never liked the boy.' But something was holding him
back, eating away at him, making him feel as if he had to fallow the boy home. 'This is nuts. I'm not going to fallow him, what do I care about were he lives or
what's going on.' The image of the bruises that riddled the boy's smooth tanned skin came to mind, so many as if he had a skin dieses. Something was happening
to that boy that he didn't think even his closest friends knew about.
He pushed that thought aside and continued to walk, another memory appeared,
**
"NO! DON'T! DON'T TOUCH ME!! STOP IT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!!"
He was trying to restrain the thrashing, screaming boy, "Jou.. J... JOUNOUCHI!!!" He shook the boy as a final result.
**
He stopped once again. The wind blew picking up his coat and lifting his hair as he stared to the ground, silence covered the deserted street. A car then drove by
its headlights casting Kaiba's shadow on the stone wall aliened with plants on the top. He looked back up and turned around, he had to know what was happening
to Jounouchi.
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Jou walked down the cement path holding himself, rubbing his arms. It was fairly cold that night, he shivered then breathed in his hands seeing if that would work,
it only helped for a second or two. He could tell he was getting close to home as he saw the clean city streets slowly started to fill with the homeless. He knew
many of the people on the street from pervious nights when he never attempted to show up home or ran away before the old man had a chance to find him. The
sound of police sirens were extremely common in this part of the city, drugs, alcohol, sex, abuse, prostitution. This was his neighbourhood, his block, his street.
His home.
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Kaiba stayed behind Jou, fallowing him like a hunter trying not to be spotted by his target. He was entering the worst part of town, people passed out in the street,
broken alcohol bottles, needles riddled the ally ways and sides of the road, and he was hit on by at least seven prostitutes both male and female.
'Why the hell is he going down here? This place is a fucking dump, do you think... no. He couldn't possibly live around here, only drug attics, alcoholics and whores
live down here, Jou's not any of those.'
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He had been walking for at least half an hour in the cold dirty streets when he cut through an ally. A cat digging through a garbage can jumped and moved out of the
way to the sight of the shivering boy; due to not only to the cold but fear as well. He held his coat tighter letting out a shuddered breath. A man in a cardboard box
looked up and saw him, "Hey Jou."
"Even' Tar."
"Where have you been boy?"
He smirked and let out a small laugh, "Locked up in the boy's washroom at school."
"What?" he laughed, his dirty, wrinkled face spread a smile, "How did you get yourself into that mess? Ah it doesn't matter."
"Hey is my dad home?"
"Ya, he just came back."
Jou's smile wiped off his face, "Ok... thanks" he began to walk.
"Take care of yourself Jou," he whispered as he went back into his cardboard home.
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Kaiba cursed, "Shit, I lost him. Where the hell did that boy go?"
"Lost stranger?"
Kaiba turned his to see an old man in an ally, his clothes were ragged, no shoes protected his feet, and his only shelter a cardboard box with "Maytag" written in large
black bold letters.
"It's none of your business." He snapped coldly, he trusted no one on these streets, for all he knew the old man could be a threat.
"Well that's no way to treat your elders," the man laughed, "It seems you're looking for someone, maybe I can be of some
assistance."
He didn't know whether to trust the old man or not, he knew nothing about this part of the town so it was best to get advice from
someone who lived here, but then there was a feeling of danger. He was in no time to be fighting with his feelings,
"Do you know a blond boy with tanned skin, goes by the name of Jounouchi Katsyua."
"Jou? Ya I know him."
"Could you tell me where he went?"
"He went home."
"Oh that answer helps."
The man smiled and pointed down the ally, "That way."
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'Not long... it won't be long... what's going to happen?' The endless thought ran through his mind, 'Will he be awake waiting for me? Or will he be passed out on the
couch like usual when I'm not there to beat the shit out of.' He stared at the ground as he walked stopping when he saw the exit of the small cramped ally. He
looked up, an old blue shack like house, with a rusted chain link fence, tall uncut grass with a few broken windows and a ripped screen door was across the street.
He shivered at it's appearance and what it ment to him.
Home.
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Kaiba walked along the small ally, it was very cramped, almost impossible not to kick something that was leaning of the brick walls of the buildings. He had been
walking down the dark path for a while when he noticed the exit of the ally way, and Jou.
The boy was walking across to a terrible looking shake-like house, windows broken, fence rusted, grass not cut, just a dump. Was that were he lived?
He stayed in the dark ally, not to be seen by the boy himself as he watched him slowly open the rusted gate, making a small creak, walked up the path with much
percaussion and opened the broken door. He stopped to check inside before entering trying not to make a sound.
A moment of silence went bye, Kaiba let out a sigh, 'He was home, he was safe.'
All was quiet when till the sound of shattering glass and a bloody scream pierced through the night air.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" A man's voice thundered in pure rage as more glass shattered.
"F...Father I...." Another scream rang out as more glass broke and a boy's agonizing cries began.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN YOU FUCKING WEAK, SHIT FOR BRAINS, SPINELESS STREET DOG!"
Kaiba's eyes shot open in fear. He knew this situation all too well himself.
******************
He was holding Mokuba, hiding in the closet of one of the many rooms that riddled the large mansion. He could hear his foster parent yelling and cussing away,
shouting out threats once he found them, mostly on his brother knowing that was Seto's main weakness.
He told Mokuba to stay and be safe, then left the shelter of the closet to confront the wicked beast.
The man watched as a boy; by the age of eight, walked down the stairs towards him, eyes cold and face emotionless. In reality, young Seto was terrified, but
showing fear would only make the monster feel more powerful. He looked up at the businessman before him, remembering he was out there for a reason, for
Mokuba's sake. He didn't' care what would happen to him, he knew what was coming, hitting, kicking, pushing, throwing, vases braking at contact to his thrashing
body, all that didn't matter, just as long as his brother was well hidden. And safe.
The man crouched to the boy's height; the strong smell of liquor lingered in his breath, "Well Seto, it's good to see you came out of hiding and a good thing too."
He moved closer to the boy's ear, "If you have made me wait any longer things would have gotten MUCH worse."
He flinched at the raised tone of the "much" before answering, "How so?"
The man smiled a twisted smile and looked up to a much smaller boy with long black ragged hair, peering through the gaps in the stair rails.
"He's growing to be quiet a nice looking boy, don't you agree?"
Kaiba looked to see what the man was grinning at when he saw Mokuba. 'What's he doing? He wasn't suppose to leave the closet'
He scowled, "Don't you fucking lay a finger on him."
Slap!
His head snapped to the side, his cheek was red and strung with pain.
"Don't talk to me like that boy!" He got up and punched the boy, kicking him to the wall when he fell. "Think your a big man now do you Seto? You're nothing,
just a weak little child. If it wasn't for the fact you beat me in a simple game of chess, then I wouldn't have even bothered to take you and your brother."
Seto leaned against the wall, holding his side, "If it was a simple game, then why did you loose?" He let out a scream as he was picked up by his hair.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
He screamed as the torture began. Hit after kick, thrown into walls and glass from crystal and vases fell and cut his young skin. He was on the floor, bleeding, sore,
and finding it hard to breathe between his own cries. He felt something heaving on top of him, his clothes ripping off to expose his naked form.
"No, don't. Please!"
Another slap across the face, "Shut up boy!"
He made an attempt to push the man off of him, he was going to be raped and he knew it but worse of all, Mokuba was watching.
"MOKUBA! DON'T LOOK! HIDE!"
Mokuba froze as he watched his brother get the crap beaten out of him and steall his innocence. Tears formed in his eyes and trailed down his face, "Big brother..."
"I SAID LEAVE! DON'T LOOK! GET OUT OF HERE!"
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He started to run towards the shacked house as fast as his feet could carry him. He jumped over the fence and bashed through the door, "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
His eyes once again shot open.
Jou was crying his eyes closed, head bleeding; broken pieces of glass all over the floor, he was naked; trying to curl up into a ball while an elder man was on top
of him fully clothed thankfully.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded the man.
Jou opened one of his eyes, he was shaking uncontrollably, "K... K.... Kaiba?"
"Jou."
He wasn't paying attention to what Jou's father was doing he was too occupied with what he saw before him, so this is what's been happening to him. The
boy with a short-temper, street wise attitude, and acted happy-go-lucky. It was all an act to hide what was going on in his life, his reality.
He fell to the ground as he got it with something.
"Kaiba!"
"SHUT UP WHORE!"
He didn't know what came over him that night, it just happened. Kaiba sprang up to his feet, grabbing his briefcase and hit the man at the side of his head with all
his might. He watched as he hit the mirror on the dresser, sending pictures in neat frames flying.
"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He raised his case and continued to hit the man; blood was staining the metallic cover, as the old man fell from the dresser
counter onto the floor.
"KAIBA STOP!" Jou grabbed his arm and held him around his chest, "Don't. No more. He's unconscious, he won't be able to fight back." He started to cry in the
teens shoulder once again, "Don't be like him."
'Be like him.' Those words ran through his mind like a silver train and made him remember how his foster father use to continue the beatings long after he was knocked
out. He dropped his case, breath a little shaky he turned to face Jou.
"Don't look at me... I told you not to look at me!" Jou was afraid, Kaiba knew what his closest friends did not. He was going to think of him more like an animal
then a human. He dropped to his knees still crying, holding himself. His naked form covered in blood as he continued to bleed from the large gash in his head, caused
by the dishes that were thrown at him.
Kaiba leaned down and covered Jou with his coat, "It's ok... I don't hate you."
Jou looked up.
"We need to get you to a hospital to get that wound checked out." He held the boy and encouraged him to get up, before seeing a picture near his foot.
Jou could not have been more than five when it was taken, his eyes closed as he laughed holding onto the chains of the swing set seat in the park. He didn't know
why but he took the picture and pocketed it then leaving with the boy by his side.
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So this chapter was REALLY dark due to my mood today.
Nass: *looking through the pictures and poems of today* death, death, suicided, wounded, demons, .... lemon?
^^ I ran out of dark things to right about.
where I'm really going with this. Oh, for ppl who don't know, Jounouchi Kastuya is Jou's, proper, whole name.
And they changed Malik's name in the dub, Terrence, out of all names. *shudder*
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Jou ran down the street a block or two before stopping to catch his breath. 'Oh shit. Why did that old man happen to open the door at a time like that? How
embarrassing.' He rested his hands on his knees.
Kaiba was getting tired he was thinking about forgetting to chase after the boy when he saw him, "Jou!" he sprinted until he was right behind the boy and put his hand
on his shoulder.
He looked behind him to the hand on his shoulder and saw Kaiba lend over to breathe.
"Jou..." he managed to breathe out, "W...why did you run?"
"I... I don't know."
"Well that's a good answer." He stood back up, noticing his hand on the boy he slapped it back. 'Why did I do that? Why did I even bother chasing him?'
Jou stood up as well, "It's late. I better be heading home, I'm a few days late for dinner." He let out a small laugh, trying to convince the teen that he was all right,
nothing was wrong, no need to watch over him.
Kaiba looked at his watch, 6:20 pm. It was all ready pretty dark and if it wasn't for the street lights, it would be difficult to see. "I'll see you at school then Kastuya."
and left.
Jou didn't bother to turn around and watch him leave or even say a word only one thought went through his head, 'What's going to happen to me when I walk
through that door..."
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Kaiba turned the corner when he stopped, something wasn't right, ' Hmph. Why should I care about Jou, I never liked the boy.' But something was holding him
back, eating away at him, making him feel as if he had to fallow the boy home. 'This is nuts. I'm not going to fallow him, what do I care about were he lives or
what's going on.' The image of the bruises that riddled the boy's smooth tanned skin came to mind, so many as if he had a skin dieses. Something was happening
to that boy that he didn't think even his closest friends knew about.
He pushed that thought aside and continued to walk, another memory appeared,
**
"NO! DON'T! DON'T TOUCH ME!! STOP IT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!!"
He was trying to restrain the thrashing, screaming boy, "Jou.. J... JOUNOUCHI!!!" He shook the boy as a final result.
**
He stopped once again. The wind blew picking up his coat and lifting his hair as he stared to the ground, silence covered the deserted street. A car then drove by
its headlights casting Kaiba's shadow on the stone wall aliened with plants on the top. He looked back up and turned around, he had to know what was happening
to Jounouchi.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jou walked down the cement path holding himself, rubbing his arms. It was fairly cold that night, he shivered then breathed in his hands seeing if that would work,
it only helped for a second or two. He could tell he was getting close to home as he saw the clean city streets slowly started to fill with the homeless. He knew
many of the people on the street from pervious nights when he never attempted to show up home or ran away before the old man had a chance to find him. The
sound of police sirens were extremely common in this part of the city, drugs, alcohol, sex, abuse, prostitution. This was his neighbourhood, his block, his street.
His home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba stayed behind Jou, fallowing him like a hunter trying not to be spotted by his target. He was entering the worst part of town, people passed out in the street,
broken alcohol bottles, needles riddled the ally ways and sides of the road, and he was hit on by at least seven prostitutes both male and female.
'Why the hell is he going down here? This place is a fucking dump, do you think... no. He couldn't possibly live around here, only drug attics, alcoholics and whores
live down here, Jou's not any of those.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He had been walking for at least half an hour in the cold dirty streets when he cut through an ally. A cat digging through a garbage can jumped and moved out of the
way to the sight of the shivering boy; due to not only to the cold but fear as well. He held his coat tighter letting out a shuddered breath. A man in a cardboard box
looked up and saw him, "Hey Jou."
"Even' Tar."
"Where have you been boy?"
He smirked and let out a small laugh, "Locked up in the boy's washroom at school."
"What?" he laughed, his dirty, wrinkled face spread a smile, "How did you get yourself into that mess? Ah it doesn't matter."
"Hey is my dad home?"
"Ya, he just came back."
Jou's smile wiped off his face, "Ok... thanks" he began to walk.
"Take care of yourself Jou," he whispered as he went back into his cardboard home.
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Kaiba cursed, "Shit, I lost him. Where the hell did that boy go?"
"Lost stranger?"
Kaiba turned his to see an old man in an ally, his clothes were ragged, no shoes protected his feet, and his only shelter a cardboard box with "Maytag" written in large
black bold letters.
"It's none of your business." He snapped coldly, he trusted no one on these streets, for all he knew the old man could be a threat.
"Well that's no way to treat your elders," the man laughed, "It seems you're looking for someone, maybe I can be of some
assistance."
He didn't know whether to trust the old man or not, he knew nothing about this part of the town so it was best to get advice from
someone who lived here, but then there was a feeling of danger. He was in no time to be fighting with his feelings,
"Do you know a blond boy with tanned skin, goes by the name of Jounouchi Katsyua."
"Jou? Ya I know him."
"Could you tell me where he went?"
"He went home."
"Oh that answer helps."
The man smiled and pointed down the ally, "That way."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Not long... it won't be long... what's going to happen?' The endless thought ran through his mind, 'Will he be awake waiting for me? Or will he be passed out on the
couch like usual when I'm not there to beat the shit out of.' He stared at the ground as he walked stopping when he saw the exit of the small cramped ally. He
looked up, an old blue shack like house, with a rusted chain link fence, tall uncut grass with a few broken windows and a ripped screen door was across the street.
He shivered at it's appearance and what it ment to him.
Home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba walked along the small ally, it was very cramped, almost impossible not to kick something that was leaning of the brick walls of the buildings. He had been
walking down the dark path for a while when he noticed the exit of the ally way, and Jou.
The boy was walking across to a terrible looking shake-like house, windows broken, fence rusted, grass not cut, just a dump. Was that were he lived?
He stayed in the dark ally, not to be seen by the boy himself as he watched him slowly open the rusted gate, making a small creak, walked up the path with much
percaussion and opened the broken door. He stopped to check inside before entering trying not to make a sound.
A moment of silence went bye, Kaiba let out a sigh, 'He was home, he was safe.'
All was quiet when till the sound of shattering glass and a bloody scream pierced through the night air.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" A man's voice thundered in pure rage as more glass shattered.
"F...Father I...." Another scream rang out as more glass broke and a boy's agonizing cries began.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN YOU FUCKING WEAK, SHIT FOR BRAINS, SPINELESS STREET DOG!"
Kaiba's eyes shot open in fear. He knew this situation all too well himself.
******************
He was holding Mokuba, hiding in the closet of one of the many rooms that riddled the large mansion. He could hear his foster parent yelling and cussing away,
shouting out threats once he found them, mostly on his brother knowing that was Seto's main weakness.
He told Mokuba to stay and be safe, then left the shelter of the closet to confront the wicked beast.
The man watched as a boy; by the age of eight, walked down the stairs towards him, eyes cold and face emotionless. In reality, young Seto was terrified, but
showing fear would only make the monster feel more powerful. He looked up at the businessman before him, remembering he was out there for a reason, for
Mokuba's sake. He didn't' care what would happen to him, he knew what was coming, hitting, kicking, pushing, throwing, vases braking at contact to his thrashing
body, all that didn't matter, just as long as his brother was well hidden. And safe.
The man crouched to the boy's height; the strong smell of liquor lingered in his breath, "Well Seto, it's good to see you came out of hiding and a good thing too."
He moved closer to the boy's ear, "If you have made me wait any longer things would have gotten MUCH worse."
He flinched at the raised tone of the "much" before answering, "How so?"
The man smiled a twisted smile and looked up to a much smaller boy with long black ragged hair, peering through the gaps in the stair rails.
"He's growing to be quiet a nice looking boy, don't you agree?"
Kaiba looked to see what the man was grinning at when he saw Mokuba. 'What's he doing? He wasn't suppose to leave the closet'
He scowled, "Don't you fucking lay a finger on him."
Slap!
His head snapped to the side, his cheek was red and strung with pain.
"Don't talk to me like that boy!" He got up and punched the boy, kicking him to the wall when he fell. "Think your a big man now do you Seto? You're nothing,
just a weak little child. If it wasn't for the fact you beat me in a simple game of chess, then I wouldn't have even bothered to take you and your brother."
Seto leaned against the wall, holding his side, "If it was a simple game, then why did you loose?" He let out a scream as he was picked up by his hair.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
He screamed as the torture began. Hit after kick, thrown into walls and glass from crystal and vases fell and cut his young skin. He was on the floor, bleeding, sore,
and finding it hard to breathe between his own cries. He felt something heaving on top of him, his clothes ripping off to expose his naked form.
"No, don't. Please!"
Another slap across the face, "Shut up boy!"
He made an attempt to push the man off of him, he was going to be raped and he knew it but worse of all, Mokuba was watching.
"MOKUBA! DON'T LOOK! HIDE!"
Mokuba froze as he watched his brother get the crap beaten out of him and steall his innocence. Tears formed in his eyes and trailed down his face, "Big brother..."
"I SAID LEAVE! DON'T LOOK! GET OUT OF HERE!"
***********************************
He started to run towards the shacked house as fast as his feet could carry him. He jumped over the fence and bashed through the door, "DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
His eyes once again shot open.
Jou was crying his eyes closed, head bleeding; broken pieces of glass all over the floor, he was naked; trying to curl up into a ball while an elder man was on top
of him fully clothed thankfully.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded the man.
Jou opened one of his eyes, he was shaking uncontrollably, "K... K.... Kaiba?"
"Jou."
He wasn't paying attention to what Jou's father was doing he was too occupied with what he saw before him, so this is what's been happening to him. The
boy with a short-temper, street wise attitude, and acted happy-go-lucky. It was all an act to hide what was going on in his life, his reality.
He fell to the ground as he got it with something.
"Kaiba!"
"SHUT UP WHORE!"
He didn't know what came over him that night, it just happened. Kaiba sprang up to his feet, grabbing his briefcase and hit the man at the side of his head with all
his might. He watched as he hit the mirror on the dresser, sending pictures in neat frames flying.
"DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He raised his case and continued to hit the man; blood was staining the metallic cover, as the old man fell from the dresser
counter onto the floor.
"KAIBA STOP!" Jou grabbed his arm and held him around his chest, "Don't. No more. He's unconscious, he won't be able to fight back." He started to cry in the
teens shoulder once again, "Don't be like him."
'Be like him.' Those words ran through his mind like a silver train and made him remember how his foster father use to continue the beatings long after he was knocked
out. He dropped his case, breath a little shaky he turned to face Jou.
"Don't look at me... I told you not to look at me!" Jou was afraid, Kaiba knew what his closest friends did not. He was going to think of him more like an animal
then a human. He dropped to his knees still crying, holding himself. His naked form covered in blood as he continued to bleed from the large gash in his head, caused
by the dishes that were thrown at him.
Kaiba leaned down and covered Jou with his coat, "It's ok... I don't hate you."
Jou looked up.
"We need to get you to a hospital to get that wound checked out." He held the boy and encouraged him to get up, before seeing a picture near his foot.
Jou could not have been more than five when it was taken, his eyes closed as he laughed holding onto the chains of the swing set seat in the park. He didn't know
why but he took the picture and pocketed it then leaving with the boy by his side.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So this chapter was REALLY dark due to my mood today.
Nass: *looking through the pictures and poems of today* death, death, suicided, wounded, demons, .... lemon?
^^ I ran out of dark things to right about.