The Red Light District Incident

A/N: Yes, I know it's been a bit...I got distracted. First, by work, second, be the new Harry Potter book. I've finished it...and I'm quite angry. For any of you who've finished it...you know what I mean. Well anyway, enjoy...

Seventeen-year-old Hatori sighed heavily from his seat at the end of Ayame's couch. Ayame had invited his two friends over to play Grand Theft Auto: Nursing Home. The game's object is to pick out your favorite tricked out wheelchair, steal it, and terrorize your fellow old people with it. Instead of guns, you illegally purchase various syringes filled with insulin, potassium chloride, or cyanide. But beware: if you try to buy the favors of a nurse (instead of a prostitute,) she just may screw up your meds and you just may die.

This had, apparently, just happened to Shigure, who cried out, "NOOOOO! I'm dead! That evil woman gave me an overdose of Vicodin...why would she do that!"

"She's probably grumpy because you offered her ten dollars and your old toupee for half an hour of 'fun'," Hatori muttered as he stared at the screen, wondering how on earth anyone could be entertained by such a mindless game.

"Or perhaps she's grumpy because her outfit is so atrocious," Ayame commented as he knocked over several gurneys and an old woman with his wheelchair.

"Watch out, Aya!" Shigure yelled suddenly, "You're headed for-too late."

Shigure and Ayame both pouted as Ayame's man plummeted down some stairs to his death. Hatori gave another pathetic sigh as he began to stare at the ceiling.

Shigure leaned over to look at him from around Ayame, "Hari, are you still feeling bad about today?"

Hatori grimaced slightly. He didn't want to think about today. That morning, Ayame's seven-year-old brother, Yuki, had been playing with some of his friends in the yard. A girl had tripped into Yuki and he had transformed into a rat. The order had been given, and Hatori had had to erase the memory of all of the children that had been there. Erasing the memories hadn't been so hard, but trying to consol Yuki after it had happened had been. Yuki had clung to Hatori and cried for the longest time, knowing that nothing could be done otherwise. It was too much for a child of seven to have to go through, losing all of his friends like that.

"Ayame," Hatori asked, "How is Yuki? Is he a little better, now?"

Ayame looked rarely downcast and serious, "I suppose. He fell asleep not long ago. They were worried he might catch something in his lungs from crying so much, so they took him to the doctor's, just in case." Ayame focused his attention on Hatori, "I do wish you'd cheer up. I can't stand to see anybody depressed, and you two most of all. Hari, do you not like the game I picked out? I thought you would, seeing as how you want to be a doctor and this has doctors in it."

"Ayame, this has nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with sluttish cartoon nurses."

Ayame scoffed, "I don't see how they can be considered sluttish, when they look that ugly. I mean, all white scrubs? They need more color and excitement! Now, the white cap and stockings would be good, but only if..." Ayame trailed off, muttering to himself about potential fashions for nurses.

"I think they're all very pretty," Shigure said, with a slightly offended look in his eye.

Hatori stood up, "Well, thank you both for trying to make me feel better, but I think I'll be heading home now."

Ayame jumped up as well, "You know, I just thought of something we could do. Since you don't like videogames..." Ayame turned and began to whisper to Shigure.

Hatori's alarms began to beep as Shigure's expression went from curiosity, to doubt, to hope, and finally to the hyper grin he wore whenever he and Ayame had something cooked up, or pretty girls were around.

Later...

The Madubachi trio stood in a very seedy part of the city. Shop windows were boarded up everywhere, trash littered the street, and several street lamps were broken. Amongst the many shadows, people of various 'occupations' slunk in the shadows. Some were selling illegal items, some were merely looking for a person to mug or a handout or a place to sleep, or whatever came first. In the few bright patches of light, heavily made-up women of various ages, sizes, and races stood in groups, leering in a rather unpleasant way at scurrying passersby.

Hatori seemed rooted to the spot, "...Why on Earth..."

"Well, you see," Ayame said, he and Shigure still sporting the same stupid grins as before, "This way we're all happy."

"Let me see. You get to critique the outfits, Shigure gets to look, and I get to debate over leaving alone or making you leave with me before you do something stupid," Hatori snorted, "I think we need to leave, now."

Shigure grabbed a hold of Hatori's upper arm, "But, Hari, you need to be here to get your present."

"...What?"

"We're going to buy you a hooker!"

"...WHAT."

Shigure began to drag Hatori over to where Ayame seemed to be negotiating a price from a rather voluptuous young women who would have been pretty if not for the heavy layer of makeup and tight leather outfit.

Hatori looked from the woman, to Shigure, to Ayame, and promptly passed out.

"He doesn't seem quite in the mood..." The lady said, leaving to go back to stand with a few other women.

"...Well," Shigure said, and he and Ayame began to hoist up Hatori, "That didn't go quite as I planned."

"Oh well, Gure," Ayame said, "At least he's not feeling depressed anymore."

"...I don't think he's feeling much right now..."

A/N: More to come later... I suppose that was kinda short.