Hey, I don't own these characters, but I do own the names I gave them since they had no names in the movie. Hope the fic is good, my first serious atempt.
Crazy Boy
Of all things he hated he hated windy little dirt paths. And now he was on many, traveling in the horrible white car. The smell was horrible, of sweat and cologne, the music was horrible, his coleagues listening intently to the rap.
He hated dirt paths though, because they invoked a fear in him. But of what? He didn't fear anything, not even death. But an odd panic over took him on roads like this. He tried to contain himself, not lash out or scream. Instead he amused himself by sticking his tounge in and out of his mouth.
Of course, Kanegawa caught notice of it and stared.
Ah, little Kanegawa. He loved the man, dearly, loved the round rimmed glasses and long hair. He was the only one of these people he loved, the only one he even cared about.
He heard the girl give a heavy sigh in the back.
"What? Bored, honey? I can keep you company!" He turned from the driver's seat to stick his tounge out at her and see her back away.
"Hey, you invited it. If you're bored we can stop the car anytime, and..."
"Shut up you swine!" she screamed angrily. He laughed and hit her.
"No one shall yell at me! Learn your lesson, girl." he smiled to himself.
He never wanted to be a heartless sadist, but he couldn't help it. He was diagnosed as a sociopath, but after reading many things about them he knew he couldn't be. They didn't care for anyone or understand anyone.
He understood Kanegawa. And once he understood and loved a woman. Little Sarah Taves, a Brittish woman who came to Japan.
He missed her. He missed her so much. He didn't want to be on this mission, he didn't want to follow orders anymore.
That was what he got for being a yakuza boy. Sold his damn soul to be a yakuza boy. But he didn't care. What good is a life anyway? Might as well throw it all away being a servant.
More windy paths, but there was a clearing. They were almost there. Almost to the helpless prisoners looking for something of them.
They didn't know their future.
He laughed to himself, they didn't even know if they could be
facing the firey pits of hell.
It was too bad he didn't know he was either.
Crazy Boy
Of all things he hated he hated windy little dirt paths. And now he was on many, traveling in the horrible white car. The smell was horrible, of sweat and cologne, the music was horrible, his coleagues listening intently to the rap.
He hated dirt paths though, because they invoked a fear in him. But of what? He didn't fear anything, not even death. But an odd panic over took him on roads like this. He tried to contain himself, not lash out or scream. Instead he amused himself by sticking his tounge in and out of his mouth.
Of course, Kanegawa caught notice of it and stared.
Ah, little Kanegawa. He loved the man, dearly, loved the round rimmed glasses and long hair. He was the only one of these people he loved, the only one he even cared about.
He heard the girl give a heavy sigh in the back.
"What? Bored, honey? I can keep you company!" He turned from the driver's seat to stick his tounge out at her and see her back away.
"Hey, you invited it. If you're bored we can stop the car anytime, and..."
"Shut up you swine!" she screamed angrily. He laughed and hit her.
"No one shall yell at me! Learn your lesson, girl." he smiled to himself.
He never wanted to be a heartless sadist, but he couldn't help it. He was diagnosed as a sociopath, but after reading many things about them he knew he couldn't be. They didn't care for anyone or understand anyone.
He understood Kanegawa. And once he understood and loved a woman. Little Sarah Taves, a Brittish woman who came to Japan.
He missed her. He missed her so much. He didn't want to be on this mission, he didn't want to follow orders anymore.
That was what he got for being a yakuza boy. Sold his damn soul to be a yakuza boy. But he didn't care. What good is a life anyway? Might as well throw it all away being a servant.
More windy paths, but there was a clearing. They were almost there. Almost to the helpless prisoners looking for something of them.
They didn't know their future.
He laughed to himself, they didn't even know if they could be
facing the firey pits of hell.
It was too bad he didn't know he was either.