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glomps reviews I'll probably make this a weekly story to update,
but I might've picked a bad time with all this testing going about...
Hayashi-kutsuki Thank you for reviewing for all of my stories! And like I said, I'll try to update weekly.
Katie Don't worry, I plan to write more, and thank you for reviewing!
Iie nome You're right, that was something I overlooked. I fixed it though.
Chapter 2: Blind Crimson
-[Gojyo POV]-
( ' ' )
"I can't believe he just left us." Goku sniffled from the other line. It had been a few hours after school and Goku was still sad from Sanzo leaving us. For the past ½ hour I've been trying to comfort Goku along with Hakkai through three way calling. Usually, I'd go and torture the stupid monkey but this time, no.
"Goku, there's no need to cry," said Hakkai. I stayed silent, just listening. It seemed more like a two-person conversation rather than one meant for three.
"Do you think he'll come back?" asked Goku. Nobody said anything. It was just dead silence and a sniffle or two from Goku.
"Maybe," said Hakkai softly. This was going to drive me nuts if it continued. I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably on the couch I was sitting on.
"Maybe we can discuss this elsewhere? A club maybe?" I've been hanging around those places a lot lately. Nobody even questions me about being a little to young to be there.
"I have a curfew, Gojyo, and it's not safe to go to clubs. You never know what kind of people are there," chided Hakkai. I rolled my eyes. He practically acts like my mother or something. Not like I live with them though, I have my own apartment.
"No thanks...I have to go guys. See you at school tomorrow," said Goku, hanging up. This severed the connection between me and Hakkai as well and I clicked the off button on the phone. My thoughts wandered to Sanzo and I frowned. Why did that asshole go and do that? He means a lot more to Goku then he knows. Frustrated, I grabbed my blue vest and headed out.
In the darkness of night, things can seem pretty creepy at first but not to me. The signal lights, sounds of traffic, and the smell of car exhaust were familiar and seemed to relax me. All the while I pondered to myself why Sanzo had just deserted us so easily. If it had been me, it would've been pretty hard. As much as I hate to admit it, we're like brothers.
I stopped short and looked up. The red, neon colored light blinked at me as if to welcome me to where I belonged. I placed my hand on the knob of the old wooden door and swung it open. Flashing lights illuminated the dance floor, swinging wildly from the rafters. Pounding music exploded out of the speakers which I was all too used to. The DJ was pumping out pretty good sounds tonight although I don't do much dancing myself.
Looking to the right, the bar beckoned me, calling for me to get a drink and I listened. After a while, I was no longer sober and it felt good. Time seemed to slow down and I couldn't feel the stress of anything around me. I just wanted to stay like this forever. I took another gulp out of the bottle. The fiery liquid trickled down my throat, causing me to sigh in satisfaction. Alcohol was my way to escape the world, but I could've done with something more.
I've smoked a few times in my life and that worked pretty well, but when Hakkai found out, he forced me to quit and that was the end of it. I looked around, everything like a timeless dream, blurry, bright, wrapped up in ecstasy. I clutched my stomach and I could tell that I was gonna be sick.
Hurriedly, I stumbled toward the back door and burst though it. Before I could go even three feet I doubled over and emptied the contents out of my stomach. I gasped for air and leaned against the wall for support. It was then that I noticed a dark, cloaked figure sitting by a pile of cardboard boxes.
"Who are you?" I asked, coughing slightly. Whoever it was stood up and walked toward me in silence. I froze. Was this guy some murderer or something?
"How much money do you have on you, kid? I've got a good amount tonight," he said huskily reaching into his cloak. He pulled out a plastic bag with something brownish and green in color. I couldn't really make it out in the dark.
"What the fuck is that? It looks like shit." I said squinting at the bag. I didn't know what making my eyesight worse, the lack of light or the alcohol. Maybe it was both. The man chuckled slightly.
"If you want to escape from this world, you can try it. But you'll have to pay for it first. I'm not giving it to you for free." His tone became a bit serious. I looked at him for a moment and although my conscience went against it, I took my wallet out of my back pocket.
"How much?" I growled.
"[1] 900 yen for a pound." I shrugged, it didn't seem like much money so I handed it to him and received the plastic bag of whatever it was.
"Have fun smoking it," snickered the man, as he turned away, I managed to catch his eyes. [2] They were red and bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for many days. I stood there, watching him even after he was long gone before tucking the bag into my vest and walking home.
Once in the safety of my apartment, I took out the bag and examined it. I had finally sobered up enough to realize what had just happened. I had purchased drugs from a dealer. I glared at the bag before opening it and pulling out the dry leaves.
Shakily, I rolled it up and grabbed a lighter. I flicked it open and watched the flame for a moment before lighting it and inhaled. The smoke was fierce and strong but what I received was instant relief. It was at if all my worries had disappeared and I started giggling slightly. This stuff was a LOT better than cigarettes. I don't know how long I stayed there, laughing to myself and oblivious to my surroundings.
(v' 'v)
[1] That's about 8 bucks in America. I don't do drugs but I know many things...
[2] It's a side-effect from doing weed too often.
Flaming-river: Okay, maybe I went a little overboard, but that's how I am. Please review!!!
Hayashi-kutsuki Thank you for reviewing for all of my stories! And like I said, I'll try to update weekly.
Katie Don't worry, I plan to write more, and thank you for reviewing!
Iie nome You're right, that was something I overlooked. I fixed it though.
Chapter 2: Blind Crimson
-[Gojyo POV]-
( ' ' )
"I can't believe he just left us." Goku sniffled from the other line. It had been a few hours after school and Goku was still sad from Sanzo leaving us. For the past ½ hour I've been trying to comfort Goku along with Hakkai through three way calling. Usually, I'd go and torture the stupid monkey but this time, no.
"Goku, there's no need to cry," said Hakkai. I stayed silent, just listening. It seemed more like a two-person conversation rather than one meant for three.
"Do you think he'll come back?" asked Goku. Nobody said anything. It was just dead silence and a sniffle or two from Goku.
"Maybe," said Hakkai softly. This was going to drive me nuts if it continued. I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably on the couch I was sitting on.
"Maybe we can discuss this elsewhere? A club maybe?" I've been hanging around those places a lot lately. Nobody even questions me about being a little to young to be there.
"I have a curfew, Gojyo, and it's not safe to go to clubs. You never know what kind of people are there," chided Hakkai. I rolled my eyes. He practically acts like my mother or something. Not like I live with them though, I have my own apartment.
"No thanks...I have to go guys. See you at school tomorrow," said Goku, hanging up. This severed the connection between me and Hakkai as well and I clicked the off button on the phone. My thoughts wandered to Sanzo and I frowned. Why did that asshole go and do that? He means a lot more to Goku then he knows. Frustrated, I grabbed my blue vest and headed out.
In the darkness of night, things can seem pretty creepy at first but not to me. The signal lights, sounds of traffic, and the smell of car exhaust were familiar and seemed to relax me. All the while I pondered to myself why Sanzo had just deserted us so easily. If it had been me, it would've been pretty hard. As much as I hate to admit it, we're like brothers.
I stopped short and looked up. The red, neon colored light blinked at me as if to welcome me to where I belonged. I placed my hand on the knob of the old wooden door and swung it open. Flashing lights illuminated the dance floor, swinging wildly from the rafters. Pounding music exploded out of the speakers which I was all too used to. The DJ was pumping out pretty good sounds tonight although I don't do much dancing myself.
Looking to the right, the bar beckoned me, calling for me to get a drink and I listened. After a while, I was no longer sober and it felt good. Time seemed to slow down and I couldn't feel the stress of anything around me. I just wanted to stay like this forever. I took another gulp out of the bottle. The fiery liquid trickled down my throat, causing me to sigh in satisfaction. Alcohol was my way to escape the world, but I could've done with something more.
I've smoked a few times in my life and that worked pretty well, but when Hakkai found out, he forced me to quit and that was the end of it. I looked around, everything like a timeless dream, blurry, bright, wrapped up in ecstasy. I clutched my stomach and I could tell that I was gonna be sick.
Hurriedly, I stumbled toward the back door and burst though it. Before I could go even three feet I doubled over and emptied the contents out of my stomach. I gasped for air and leaned against the wall for support. It was then that I noticed a dark, cloaked figure sitting by a pile of cardboard boxes.
"Who are you?" I asked, coughing slightly. Whoever it was stood up and walked toward me in silence. I froze. Was this guy some murderer or something?
"How much money do you have on you, kid? I've got a good amount tonight," he said huskily reaching into his cloak. He pulled out a plastic bag with something brownish and green in color. I couldn't really make it out in the dark.
"What the fuck is that? It looks like shit." I said squinting at the bag. I didn't know what making my eyesight worse, the lack of light or the alcohol. Maybe it was both. The man chuckled slightly.
"If you want to escape from this world, you can try it. But you'll have to pay for it first. I'm not giving it to you for free." His tone became a bit serious. I looked at him for a moment and although my conscience went against it, I took my wallet out of my back pocket.
"How much?" I growled.
"[1] 900 yen for a pound." I shrugged, it didn't seem like much money so I handed it to him and received the plastic bag of whatever it was.
"Have fun smoking it," snickered the man, as he turned away, I managed to catch his eyes. [2] They were red and bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for many days. I stood there, watching him even after he was long gone before tucking the bag into my vest and walking home.
Once in the safety of my apartment, I took out the bag and examined it. I had finally sobered up enough to realize what had just happened. I had purchased drugs from a dealer. I glared at the bag before opening it and pulling out the dry leaves.
Shakily, I rolled it up and grabbed a lighter. I flicked it open and watched the flame for a moment before lighting it and inhaled. The smoke was fierce and strong but what I received was instant relief. It was at if all my worries had disappeared and I started giggling slightly. This stuff was a LOT better than cigarettes. I don't know how long I stayed there, laughing to myself and oblivious to my surroundings.
(v' 'v)
[1] That's about 8 bucks in America. I don't do drugs but I know many things...
[2] It's a side-effect from doing weed too often.
Flaming-river: Okay, maybe I went a little overboard, but that's how I am. Please review!!!