It's still rated T, only because of the swearing and what not. Plus drug reference. Don't do drugs kids! Kyo
Chapter 2 – I'm My Own Archenemy (Or 'I'm the Bad Guy, Eh?')
'Oh SUGOI! This hotel is amazing! It is so close to the beach and everything! Oh Yumi, I can't wait 'til after our gig – I would LOVE to spend time on the beach!'
The gang finally arrived at the elusive Red Terry Lucky Star Hotel, perhaps the ritziest hotel in the whole tri-county area. As they walked through the entrance of the gigantic auto-sliding doors, Ami and Kaz looked around in awe at the shiny lights on the ceiling, which accompanied the red-and-gold scheme of the carpet. The insides were like a Neo-Greek theme, showing to Kaz that this would at LEAST cost a little more than usual… normally anyways. If they weren't Puffy, they'd probably have to pay out of the wazoo, some would say.
'I'll go take care of checking in and what not. Ami, why don't you and Yumi watch our things?' The small man who looked like he was in his late forties with the round glass asked Ami. He was Kaz, the girls' manager. Though he loves the music industry, he loves money much more. He does, from time to time however, act as a father figure to the two. 'Sure, Kaz! You can count on us!' Ami quickly replied. Kaz then moved in closer to Ami to whisper in her ear. 'And, uh, make sure to keep an eye on Yumi, y'know?'
'Why?' Ami was curious.
Kaz continued. 'She looks as if the slightest touch on her would make her explode violently, if you know what I mean. Just kinda look after her.'
'Ah, gotcha.' Ami nodded.
To this point, Yumi was just standing there, with the same 'too-cool-for-you' facial expression, staring off into space as her arms were crossed. Her body language gave off to some people walking by her as a sign to not even look at her funny. 'Hm, thank Buddha there's not that many people right now. Keeping somewhat a low profile would be easier than I thought.' If this was any other hotel, like the kind that has the middle-class people walking in and out, she'd surely have been screwed, what with being jumped by rabid fans and fighting off paparazzi. Suddenly, a familiar yet unwelcome voice broke her concentration and thinking.
'Hey Yumi! As soon as we finish our gig here, do you want to hang out with me on the beach? It is really nice out during the night and -'
The indigo-haired girl was looking down a bit looking away from Ami. She was hiding a different facial expression now – that of a person who is worried about something.
'Hey, Yumi, are you alright?' Ami was being a little concerned about her friend as Yumi's mood just changed right there. 'You know you've been acting a little funny lately, and I and Kaz have been very-'
'Ami, when Kaz comes back, tell him I stepped outside for a bit. I… just need to do some things.' Yumi cut Ami off before she finished what she had to say. With that stated she steps outside, her thumbs tucked a bit in the back of her outer skirt, walking out hunched over in that 'touch me and die 'cuz I'm totally badass' pose. The sliding doors just closed behind Yumi as she left.
'Uh… sure.' Ami was now in a more concerned mood than just a little while ago. He friend just walked off as she spoke and wouldn't tell her why. Ami just stood there thinking to herself for a bit, with many thoughts. However the main thought that overruled the others made her speak out – 'Why do I have this feeling…that Yumi is dealing with something not even a simple talk would solve? Agh, god. Yumi, I know you don't me to worry but…' Ami's mood just worsened just thinking about it, giving her a somewhat nauseous feeling.
'Where'd Yumi go?' Kaz comes back with two hotel keys, and some brochure thingy, the kind that tells you about its cheap thrills and specials at participating restaurants.
Ami doesn't like to lie, but at the same time she doesn't want to change a 'tragedy into a farce', to put it lightly. 'She stepped outside for a breather. I'll get her in a few!' She pulled off a smile and an attitude that not even her own mom would know she was hiding a crappy feeling.
Under one of the more shadowy areas outside the hotel, Yumi could be found leaning against the wall looking down a bit, as if she was mentally feeling sorry for herself. 'Oy, I need one right now… BAD.' She takes out a small box out of her shirt, labeled by one of those generic cigarette companies. Opening the box, she stuck a cig in her mouth and lit it with the lighter she had in her left boot buckle for just such an occasion.
As of lately she found herself 'temporarily' releasing her stress through such vices, like constant drinking, pounding the 'junk' out of random things, and smoking. The last one was picked up after an episode she had at exploding at Ami a few weeks ago over something as small as the last slice of pizza and how she should've saved it for her. She knows how menial some of her stress is – she feels she is too weak to do a thing about it and lets emotion just eat her away, slowly but surely.
'This is ridiculous. All this is too much. Fame, fortune, and touring around. Same thing day in, and day out. To hell with all of it I say. To hell with the fame.'
She takes a small puff from her cig and exhales, gathering some thoughts.
'I'm only in a bad mood because of all this constant touring and what have you. Sure, I enjoy making music… and why? Just so that bastard Kaz can run off and do Buddha-knows-what with that cash? The same cash we don't even get to see often. Erggh, that little egghead makes me sick. Or, maybe it's the fact this is my second pack today. If Ami found out about my nasty habit, she'd be a depressed wreck. It hurts me to see her hurt like that. She practically the only person I care about in this god-forsaken planet…'
She rolls up her arm warmer a bit, to just put the cig out on her very own right arm, only slightly flinching as she clenched her right fist. She then proceeds to roll it back down.
'Ami…the only person I care about on this god forsaken planet… wait.' Yumi stopped to think a bit to somewhat put two and two together. 'I blow her off all the time just because I don't want to worry her how I really feel about things now, and yet, she just takes my abuse and continues to support me. Could it be the reason I'm like this…? No, that's ridiculous. She's my best friend, and on top of that, a woman. That's just- just sick. This is ridiculous! I can't be developing feelings for her in that sort of way. No! Gross!' Just then the one person she gave a damn about walks by her side. 'Yumi, do you smell smoke?'
Yumi quickly turns around in a panic as she quickly replied. 'One of those teenage jackasses were smoking around me! I'm going to smell like an ashtray if I stay around them for too long!' Ami was pretty much sick of this crap and put her left hand on her hip and raised her right one to point at Yumi. Finally, a rather pissed off Ami spurted out, 'Yumi, I'm sick of your lying! I'm trying to help you yet all you ever do is shut people of your life! Can't you trust Kaz with anything you are going through? Can't you trust me?' Ami sounded a tad depressed on that last sentence as she gulped a bit to hold back from crying like she easily does. 'You've been cold, dark and just bitter to us, and you NEVER hold a conversation with me anymore, let alone BOTHER to say a 'howdy-do' or a 'Ami how are you feeling?'
Yumi hates it when Ami gets all emotional-like, and she basically twitched a brow. 'Ami leave me alone, I'M FINE.' She was shaking her fist a bit.
Ami couldn't take it anymore. She yelled out loud enough to at least get a few people getting into their cars to turn a head towards them.
'NO YOU ARE NOT, Yumi! Rather than acting like a whiny little emo brat, why don't you actually act your own damn age for once! I-It's pissing me off!' Ami spoke what was on her mind.
Yumi, in a mix state of shock and anger, finally snapped. In one fast motion, she pulls Ami up by her collar; pulling her closer to her as her other arm was pulled back, as if she was ready to punch the snot out of some little preteen for his lunch money. All in all, Yumi wants Ami's blood on her hand.
Ami, however, wasn't even flinching. She had the same angry look she gave Yumi when she snapped. Yumi snapped. Ami snapped. The both of them are experiencing something against each other that not many people would have thought – they mentally wished the other dead for that moment.
'Go ahead and cry you little bitch – no one is here to stop me now!' Yumi's pulled-back fist was shaking, with anticipation and with anger. It was like taking all that pissed her off that moment and putting it into a fist and she wanted to rub it in Ami's face. Quite literally, in fact.
Ami then slightly closed her eyes, looking away from her. 'Just get it over with. If it'll make you THAT happy.'
The pulled-back fist of anger that quivered constantly like a schoolboy on a mad amount of energy drinks suddenly lowered itself down to Yumi's side. Yumi just stared at Ami in awe and without warning just chucked her aside, just looking away from her. 'Why- why didn't you flinch?'
Ami got back up to brush herself off. As she started walking away from Yumi and started heading back inside the hotel she said something that left Yumi in a mental daze – 'Yumi, you are my best friend. I'd take a bullet for you if it meant knocking off stress from you. I'm shocked you haven't realized that by now, FRIEND.' More or less, an angry Ami walked back inside. 'Suite 715. Your crap is outside the room. You MIGHT want to put it in there.'
Yumi, now stunned and confused as ever, is trying to recollect, just what the hell happened.
'Stupid Ami. Always looking out for my best interest… she's making this harder for me…'
END OF CHAPTER 2. NEXT – Dysfunctional Blasphemy.
Stay tuned folks - this is ONLY the beginning of the fall of Yumi. Email, monies, andcookies are greatly appreciated.Kyo