Disclaimer: I wish I owned Wild Adapter. I'd even settle for EC. But I don't. They belong to Minekura.
Summary: A theoretical outlook on some aspects of Wild Adapter. My latest hypothesis on where the story might be headed - this one's gonna be quite a few chapters long, so be prepared.
Warnings: Spoilers for WA, of course. Also, this is a BL manga, so expect there to be boy's love in this- You all are NOT gonna be happy with me at the end of all this - just a warning.
Comments: My beta's out of town, so I didn't have anyone to bounce this off of before I published. My apologies, and please, if you see any glaring errors or the like, let me know... thanks for reviews to Miffle, Gokuu, and C.T Saiyukily Twisted. I greatly appreciate the support, and hope that this chapter is as well received as the last.
Seventh Heaven Chapter 2 - Blood, Sweat, No Tears
Nothing's worse then spending the one single day off a week by going to school. I really didn't want to be here. If Kubo-chan had told me this was where we were going, I would have stayed at home. I couldn't even call it ironic.
Kubo-chan was in there, talking to Matsumoto and Tachibana and fag boy Igarashi-sensei and Ossan. I was over here, in the hallway, trying with all my might to pretend I was anywhere but at school on a Sunday. Boy had everyone seemed surprised when we showed up. I guess it wasn't really common knowledge yet, but Kou-san knows everything, though I'd never tell them that. Kubo-chan had some excuse ready about how I had forgotten my notes for the test tomorrow in my desk and only realized tonight when I went to study, Ossan just gave me one of those looks when Kubo-chan said that - he knew better than to think I'd study, let alone leave my notes in the classroom. Kubo-chan always borrows them, so I always take them home with me.
It seemed kinda weird. What the hell was the kid doing at school, let alone doing drugs here? It was probably W.A, he looked wolf man enough to convince me of that. I didn't even know the guy, and he was even more unrecognizable now. Supposively he was some quiet dude that hung out in the back of the class, didn't really socialize with many people. Igarashi-sensei was saying how it was some great loss or some shit, but that's probably only because he hadn't molested this kid yet. Fucking pervert.
The only thing that made this all not quite so bad was the fact that at least Fujiwara wasn't here. Since Ossan was here, Igarashi-sensei kept his hands to himself, but Fujiwara wouldn't have had any qualms. The murmurs had died down in the room, and I heard Ossan's partner taking pictures of the corpse. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and Ossan was there, handing me a can of tea. "Hey, Toki-boy. I always knew you had it in you to study, showing up on a Sunday like this."
Snatching the can away from him and giving him a warm glare, I was just happy he hadn't driven his knuckle into the top of my head. I guess he has to be professional or something, what with all the people around. "Well? What's it look like?" I asked, as Kubo-chan came out to stand next to us.
"Nothing out of the ordinary, unless you count the fact that this was the youngest case we've seen yet, though only by a few months," he replied, lighting up. I didn't have to look at Matsumoto and Tachibana to know that they were twitching to ask him not to smoke in the school building. It was funny, in a way. They acted all pompous and powerful and shit, and in walks a detective investigating a death, and wham, they're put in their place. I couldn't help but grin. I've got nothing against those two, really, as long as they stayed over there. Away from Kubo-chan. Especially Matsumoto. Not that I'm jealous or anything, but... it's safer that way.
"Did you find any..." I clenched my fist, unable to finish my question. I already knew what the answer would be, just like the past god-knew-how-many times we had shown up at a place like this.
"Nope, nothing. Seems he only had the dose he took." Ossan replied, leaning against the wall, ashing his cigarette onto the newly-waxed linoleum. At that point, Kubo-chan lit up too, and I made my excuses and headed outside. Standing around there wasn't gonna do any good, and knowing Matsumoto he'd ask me to clean the classroom afterwards. And probably call in Fujiwara to help out.
Once the coroner's office had been called in and they were dealing with the corpse, Makoto-kun and I headed out of the school, leaving New Rice to deal with the paperwork. I found it vaguely amusing teasing those kids, the ones playing at being rulers in a school that really didn't need any rulers, but I figured if I did any more, the tall one would start to retaliate. Good kids, both of them, but the tall one had a dangerous gleam in his eye when it came to the one who claimed to be student council president.
We were halfway through the corridors to the front door of the school before I spoke. "It's a shame, really. A kid, that young." I kept my eyes ahead of me, not seeming to pay any attention to Makoto's reactions.
Makoto shrugged. "Perhaps he should have been a little more careful about what he was getting involved in." He said neutrally. "In a world like this, it doesn't pay to have debts."
I nodded. Just as I had thought. Patting him on the shoulder as we exited the front door, I simply replied, "You know what I always tell you. I won't bother repeating it."
Toki-boy was out there waiting. Hence, Makoto gave me a half-smile, and nodded before heading over to the little cat. I myself simply lit a cigarette, leaning against the wall of the school to wait.
It was ironic, really, the dark miasma of this city. No matter how black the deepest shadows seemed, you could still find a pinpoint of light in the darkness. Night could come, and the ashen clouds above could hide the stars, yet the stars of the ground would simply take their place, glittering beacons in the night. No need for the moon, no need for the reflected illumination of the sun, the remembrance of the evening long past. You couldn't escape it. The glow followed you, reassuring you of the presence of humanity and at the same time smothering you with it, making you wonder if you longed for the darkness or the light.
As I watched them walk away, the thought occurred to me that the same could be said of lies and truth. But as for which was truth and which was lies, it didn't really matter, now did it?
"They'll call off school tomorrow." Kubo-chan finally spoke. We were already almost home. I didn't really feel like talking.
"Great." I spit the word out and of course he already knew I was angry. Tonight was such a waste. He touched my arm, but I shrugged his hand off. I didn't want an apology, especially not like that and not in public.
He kept his hands to himself the rest of the way home. That was fine with me; my arm still burned from his touch. He even stopped at the local convenience store and bought me some snickers, but I still wasn't gonna calm down just like that. I was frustrated. It seemed like it had been ages since I started trying to figure out what was up with me, and I still hadn't learned anything new.
When we got back to the apartment, I pointedly sat myself down in front of the tv and started up the game again. Kubo-chan could go rot for all I cared, and since we had no school tomorrow, I was gonna play my game until I fell asleep there. Just as I expected, he simply sat down on the couch, not a word, and watched. I kept up my rebellion for a few hours, until I was so tired that I was dying to the little enemies at the start of the missions.
I felt groggy as Kubo-chan lead me into the bedroom and helped me undress. The bed was cold, but Kubo-chan was warm, and in the half-dream of exhaustion I could forget all of my anger and frustration. I didn't even protest when his lips first touched mine, and after that nothing else really mattered.
