Chapter 7:
Disclaimer: .....*ba-gok*
I turn to the door and walk past Hiei. As we start to walk down the narrow hall, I pause and go into Kiaru's room. "Where's Kurama?"
"No idea." She puts on more black eyeliner, followed by blood red lip gloss and gray eye shadow. "Do you wanna go get some food with me Willis?"
"Ok." She stands up. "Are you wearing that?"
I look in the mirror. I had my make up done, but that was it. I flip my head down and tie it upside down into a ponytail. When I look back up, I rap the band around my hand, and onto my hair. A floppy bun thing. There ya go. "Can I borrow some jeans?"
She throws my a pair of her cut off pants. I put them on, realizing they weren't cut, but there was a slice in front of each knee. They where dark blue, with safety pins and around the pockets. Hot topic clothes. He, he.
She was a Goth, and most of her clothes where tight, black tank tops, leather pants, and combat boots, but I loved these jeans. "See, I gave you the pair you like."
I grin at her. "I feel the love." Kiaru hated love...or any form of happiness.
"I met this guy. Blair."
"You met a guy on a train...Only you would become friends with someone you'll never see again."
I open the door, where Blair is standing, eating a lollipop. He sat on the ground, leaning against the opposite side of the hall.
"What's with the candy?"
"Withdrawal." We both look at him weird. "Um...Rehab?"
"OH!" We both look at him, with understanding. I look at his wild black hair and incredibly in shape body. I play with my necklace as to see if he would show the end of his. He lifts it up. A glow stick. I grin. "A raver. I'd like to try that one of these days. Can't dance though."
Kiaru glares at him. She hated any one who took drugs.
We start down the hall, and through the swinging doors into a large hall. There were metal chairs all around the walls. A young woman with a baby is sitting in a chair in the front by the door. She smiles at us sweetly, and turns back to the child. It grabs onto her thumb and giggles, as if clinging on for life.
Blair walks away, toward the front doors. "So where is it that we're going?"
Kiaru sits down and crosses her legs. "I don't know. To some middle eastern country I guess. I think Israel."
I nod slowly and clasp my hands together.
"I don't like that kid."
I look at her odd. I thought he wouldn't bother her. "Why?"
"He's a druggie Rai. Don't get to friendly with him. People like that will get you killed. Either that or addicted and in jail."
"I know. I'm not about to try anything." What was she trying to tell me? She knows that I would never do anything like that.
"He's gonna try and mess with you. He isn't ugly, he'll get into a club even if you don't want to go. He isn't in going to quit after rehab."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I know he wont, but I'll never see him again, so it wont hurt anything."
She looks away.
Blair was a nice person and all, but I didn't know if I should listen to Kiaru. A raver isn't the kind a friend to have. I continue to stare straight at my feet, and do not move my gaze.
"Hey...You ok?" Kiaru and Blair are both looking at me funny when I look back up.
"Oh...uh, yeah."
"So who's your friend?" Blair sits on the ground and opens a bag he had with him. "So they did have food....mm...chicken..."
"OH, sorry. This is Kiaru."
He looks up, "Hi Kiaru."
"Hello." Kiaru waves and elbows me in the side. Oops. Guess I wasn't supposed to tell him her name. I just felt like he wasn't going anywhere for a while.
"So were is it that your going?" Kiaru looked at him, as he ate like he never had a chance to before.
"Uh...Military or something like that. My stupid adoption mother says that I'm horrible... blah, blah, I never should have taken you in after your mother died...She was just like you, it made it impossible to love her, blah, get out...
"Then she kicked me out one day, and when I came home all my stuff was on the porch, and she left a note that said she had signed me up for the U.S. army, and that I'd better go."
We both looked at him astonished. "When was this...?"
"Oh...Um...When I was 18. I just never got around to going. Didn't have a way to get here."
And now he's...? I wondered if he was our age. "How old are you now?"
"Twenty..."
They kicked him out when he was 18, and sent him to the military. What happened to his real mother?
He looked at us. We both seemed to have pity in our eyes I guess, but he explained farther, reluctantly. "My mother was a heroine addict. She over-dosed when I was nine. So I went to live with my Father, but when I got there he had already been killed. So I went to an adoption agency. And then you know how it goes...I left so often, because when you grow up in New York with foster parents who don't care, you get mixed up in stuff. I started leaving when I was 15, and joined a rave group."
He looked away, his eyes showing sadness. "But they're all gone now...two were killed, and the other three left...I never saw them again. So I decided I don't want to turn out that way."
"So when you got on the train you decided never to do it again, or what?" Kiaru seemed not to have as much hate as she earlier did. She seemed to relate to him, because she had left home early as well. When she was 17, actually. She had rented a home, and I, had went to live with her to help. Since then, Hiei and them all came to us.
"I brought pills with me...but I'm not taking them. That isn't going to help me. So I stopped this morning." He smiled and shrugged it off, as if it was old news.
"Uh, good?" I didn't know what to say. Would that last?
"You can come and stay with us when we leave. Some of our room mates are going to leave while we're gone. Only Kiaru, four of my friends, and I will be left...That's if we make it through this..."
"Thanks...but I'll mess it up. I'm not exactly trust worthy."
"Ah, that doesn't matter. We live with a bartender from Hooters, a killer, an alcoholic, and the rest of us are all insane. It'll be ok."
He grins. "Ok."
Disclaimer: .....*ba-gok*
I turn to the door and walk past Hiei. As we start to walk down the narrow hall, I pause and go into Kiaru's room. "Where's Kurama?"
"No idea." She puts on more black eyeliner, followed by blood red lip gloss and gray eye shadow. "Do you wanna go get some food with me Willis?"
"Ok." She stands up. "Are you wearing that?"
I look in the mirror. I had my make up done, but that was it. I flip my head down and tie it upside down into a ponytail. When I look back up, I rap the band around my hand, and onto my hair. A floppy bun thing. There ya go. "Can I borrow some jeans?"
She throws my a pair of her cut off pants. I put them on, realizing they weren't cut, but there was a slice in front of each knee. They where dark blue, with safety pins and around the pockets. Hot topic clothes. He, he.
She was a Goth, and most of her clothes where tight, black tank tops, leather pants, and combat boots, but I loved these jeans. "See, I gave you the pair you like."
I grin at her. "I feel the love." Kiaru hated love...or any form of happiness.
"I met this guy. Blair."
"You met a guy on a train...Only you would become friends with someone you'll never see again."
I open the door, where Blair is standing, eating a lollipop. He sat on the ground, leaning against the opposite side of the hall.
"What's with the candy?"
"Withdrawal." We both look at him weird. "Um...Rehab?"
"OH!" We both look at him, with understanding. I look at his wild black hair and incredibly in shape body. I play with my necklace as to see if he would show the end of his. He lifts it up. A glow stick. I grin. "A raver. I'd like to try that one of these days. Can't dance though."
Kiaru glares at him. She hated any one who took drugs.
We start down the hall, and through the swinging doors into a large hall. There were metal chairs all around the walls. A young woman with a baby is sitting in a chair in the front by the door. She smiles at us sweetly, and turns back to the child. It grabs onto her thumb and giggles, as if clinging on for life.
Blair walks away, toward the front doors. "So where is it that we're going?"
Kiaru sits down and crosses her legs. "I don't know. To some middle eastern country I guess. I think Israel."
I nod slowly and clasp my hands together.
"I don't like that kid."
I look at her odd. I thought he wouldn't bother her. "Why?"
"He's a druggie Rai. Don't get to friendly with him. People like that will get you killed. Either that or addicted and in jail."
"I know. I'm not about to try anything." What was she trying to tell me? She knows that I would never do anything like that.
"He's gonna try and mess with you. He isn't ugly, he'll get into a club even if you don't want to go. He isn't in going to quit after rehab."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I know he wont, but I'll never see him again, so it wont hurt anything."
She looks away.
Blair was a nice person and all, but I didn't know if I should listen to Kiaru. A raver isn't the kind a friend to have. I continue to stare straight at my feet, and do not move my gaze.
"Hey...You ok?" Kiaru and Blair are both looking at me funny when I look back up.
"Oh...uh, yeah."
"So who's your friend?" Blair sits on the ground and opens a bag he had with him. "So they did have food....mm...chicken..."
"OH, sorry. This is Kiaru."
He looks up, "Hi Kiaru."
"Hello." Kiaru waves and elbows me in the side. Oops. Guess I wasn't supposed to tell him her name. I just felt like he wasn't going anywhere for a while.
"So were is it that your going?" Kiaru looked at him, as he ate like he never had a chance to before.
"Uh...Military or something like that. My stupid adoption mother says that I'm horrible... blah, blah, I never should have taken you in after your mother died...She was just like you, it made it impossible to love her, blah, get out...
"Then she kicked me out one day, and when I came home all my stuff was on the porch, and she left a note that said she had signed me up for the U.S. army, and that I'd better go."
We both looked at him astonished. "When was this...?"
"Oh...Um...When I was 18. I just never got around to going. Didn't have a way to get here."
And now he's...? I wondered if he was our age. "How old are you now?"
"Twenty..."
They kicked him out when he was 18, and sent him to the military. What happened to his real mother?
He looked at us. We both seemed to have pity in our eyes I guess, but he explained farther, reluctantly. "My mother was a heroine addict. She over-dosed when I was nine. So I went to live with my Father, but when I got there he had already been killed. So I went to an adoption agency. And then you know how it goes...I left so often, because when you grow up in New York with foster parents who don't care, you get mixed up in stuff. I started leaving when I was 15, and joined a rave group."
He looked away, his eyes showing sadness. "But they're all gone now...two were killed, and the other three left...I never saw them again. So I decided I don't want to turn out that way."
"So when you got on the train you decided never to do it again, or what?" Kiaru seemed not to have as much hate as she earlier did. She seemed to relate to him, because she had left home early as well. When she was 17, actually. She had rented a home, and I, had went to live with her to help. Since then, Hiei and them all came to us.
"I brought pills with me...but I'm not taking them. That isn't going to help me. So I stopped this morning." He smiled and shrugged it off, as if it was old news.
"Uh, good?" I didn't know what to say. Would that last?
"You can come and stay with us when we leave. Some of our room mates are going to leave while we're gone. Only Kiaru, four of my friends, and I will be left...That's if we make it through this..."
"Thanks...but I'll mess it up. I'm not exactly trust worthy."
"Ah, that doesn't matter. We live with a bartender from Hooters, a killer, an alcoholic, and the rest of us are all insane. It'll be ok."
He grins. "Ok."