A/N: Once again, I own nothing but my own twisted plot that this story follows. On a second note, I completely forgot about FFN. Someone reviewed my story (sorry, I forget your name!) and left a particularly nice review. So, while I sit here recovering form my skinned back listening to old CDs I also haven't seen in years, I've decided to continue this. I realize I haven't touched this in a few years, but I thought I'd give it another shot. J
Chapter 2-
D settled down in the room. It felt cramped and quite odorous compared to the nights he normally spent traveling outside under the open sky or curled up in a shady outcropping of boulders. The bed protested loudly at his weight as he shifted, trying to find a comfortable position on the ill-kept mattress.
"We could go out. You know, near people." A voice suggested sarcastically "Then again, perhaps you don't…" It allowed the afterthought to trail off.
Blinking into the darkness, D suddenly wanted to surround himself with the mortals that so hated his father's kind. He wanted to loose himself in their frailty, to reassure him self that he was really needed in this desolate world of heat and dust. D rose from the mattress, which gave a particularly loud groan at the movement, and headed out the door.
The people at the Inn's bar were of the types most wish quite fervently to avoid. The filthy, unwashed and downright disgusting miscreants that would just as soon stab you in the back for your mug of watery ale as hold a conversation. Though their conversation was arguably the least preferred of the two options. Still, D found himself a seat at the end of the bar in the shadowy corner, not attracting much attention other than a wary glance from those he passed. A barmaid came over to take his order.
"Can I get you… anything, sir?" The question was made into quite the invitation. No doubt the girl was hoping for a respite from the normal cretins the place seemed to draw.
"Just water, m'aam." He replied politely, pretending to ignore the girl's ambiguous question. A few minutes later the girl brought him a glass full of warm, somewhat less than clear, water. He drank it, not thinking about the taste as much as possible. It pooled in his stomach, leaving a leaden taste in his mouth and an unpleasant weight inside of him. Water, he thought, was not what his body so desperately wanted.
He lingered in the bar a bit longer before deciding that watching the scum of this arid Earth was not the way to reassure himself. He rose and was about to walk out the door when a violent crashing noise erupted form the streets. Not sure of what to expect, D opened the door, ready to break up a petty mortal's dispute. He was not at all prepared for what he saw.
A/N: yeah… I know, short. Its something though. Right? Feedback is appreciated.