Of Crows and Doves
By: The Mad Hattress
Note/Disclaimer: Everything in italics are characters thoughts. I own none of the Sailormoon characters, anybody with street nicknames besides Yaten are generally real people and I got their permission to use them in this fanfic. This fic is based on real people and real events that took place in my life. I had taken out a few things - such as my sexual habits. At the beginning of this fic, note my age was 14. However, I kept Yaten's at 16. A few chapters in this fanfic generally aren't for anybody below at least 13, and I strongly recommend you read this with an open mind. THIS IS A REVISION. This version of Of Crows and Doves can be very different from the original version. Those who read the old version know Yaten as "Lime Acid". However, in this version I very well changed it to my ORIGINAL NAME ("Oneshot") from back then.
Warnings: Alternate Universe | Homosexuality (Yuri) | Strong/Mild Language | Murder and Violence | Drug Abuse, Addiction, and Habituation
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"Death -
Is what I am.
Go to hell,
Go to jail.
In back of that,
Crime.
Here I am,
Take a chance.
Dead -
Die."
~Nirvana, Endless, Nameless
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Chapter 2 | Bittersweet Symphony
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One time can't hurt. Yaten repeated it to herself over and over again in her head, as she watched the heated liquid being sucked up into a syringe through a cotton ball. Briefly, she almost felt some regret for saying 'yes'. But who was she to say it was that bad?
"Ready for this?" Yaten didn't answer, she didn't trust herself. Fourteen, she said to herself. Fourteen. I'm just fourteen, she mentally said, trying to reassure herself. She never liked needles - she hated getting shots. "Well?" She just nodded. "Make a fist when you roll your sleeve up." Yaten pushed up her sleeve, the tight elastic encircling her arm. She felt her lower arm being weakened and the fist she was told to clench begin to lose strength. She clenched her teeth to keep as much strength has she could. She barely felt the needle pushing into her skin on a slant. She didn't feel anything different in her arm, yet saw all the liquid being pushed into her bloodstream. The dealer pulled back slightly, blood gathering in a small section of the syringe and he pulled the needle out, and snapped off the elastic band*. She took in a last gasp of clean air. "One... two... three..." Were the last things she heard being said in sweet innocence.
She squeezed her eyes shut, the light becoming brighter as mere seconds passed by - as though it took an eternity. Her stomach clenched and she felt nauseous. "I..." Yaten couldn't make out one other word. She leaned over on the couch, slowly sliding off. She leaned her back against it for a support. Tasha and her dealer looked on at Yaten, hearing merely slurred mumbles until Yaten jerked her head down and vomited. She moaned and weakly lifted her hands and put them against her head, feeling as though she had been spinning. She gasped for air, her throat burning - though she couldn't truly feel it. She opened her eyes and mumbled, "The light is really 'ginning to bother me..." The dealer leaned over her and gazed into Yaten's eyes. Yaten suddenly got scared and lived in a split second of fear that she had been falling.
"Shut your eyes," he said. "I can barely see the color in them." The only word Yaten made out of his sentences was 'shut' - everything else just seemed to be 'blah, blah, blah'. He used his sleeve to wipe the vomit off of Yaten's chin. He turned to Tasha. "I need scissors." Tasha nodded and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors and walked back, handing them to him. He sighed and cut her shirt down the sides and on the sleeves, tugging it off of her.
"Don't take advantage of her!" He turned to Tasha and scowled.
"That's just low to even consider. You think she wants to wake up bathing in her own vomit?" Tasha sighed and frowned. He threw the remains of the shirt to the floor, and lifted her up to the couch, tugging her pants off. "That's the most disgusting ordeal with first-time heroin user I've ever seen," he muttered. Yaten moaned and shook her head back and forth.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"She'll be fine. They all get nauseous, but she probably feels like she's floating and careless. Euphoria can do wonders." Tasha nodded.
"I think' 'M in Heaven," Yaten muttered. Tasha turned off the light, plugging in a dim nightlight. Yaten opened her eyes. She hugged herself and looked over, staring at her feet. "Skin," she said.
"Skin?"
"Mmm." She nodded her head in contemplation.
"What about skin?" Tasha gave Yaten an odd look.
"It's... magnifi..." she trailed off, and frantically searched in her head what she was saying. "It's fasc'nating." The dealer rubbed his temples.
"Look what I've done." He stood up from his crouching position and stared down at Yaten.
"'M cold," Yaten muttered. He scowled.
"Tasha, keep an eye on her. I don't have the time; I've got other things to do. Don't let her lay on her back - she'll drown if she vomits." The girl nodded and watched her friend try and get up and fail - falling over and muttering to the carpet. "Watch for things like that. If she falls over while she's coming down and can't walk completely she has the chance of busting her head open." And with that said, he walked out of the house, slowly shutting the door behind him*.
"I see n'Angels..."
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*#1.) To do heroin is one thing. However, to shoot it is another - if you catch my drift. And as they say – there are soft drugs, there are hard drugs, and then there's heroin.
*#2.) He (the dealer) did not want his name mentioned.
