Note: More Futurism stuff, all base on research and experiments I've heard
of, so there's a strong chance some of this stuff can become common.
I borrowed from legends and folktales for some of the stuff you will find
that are on the supernatural side.
And unless otherwise noted, all the characters are actually speaking
Japanese, some more weirdly then others.
Also: Not only CV is not mine, neither is the lyrics to Whitesnake's song
"On my own".
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"Fuck! What do ya mean the trains are locked?!" Benji hissed at the news that the ticket-master had told the two men.
"It's quite simple, they are worried about the killer skipping town, surely you can wait until they inspect everyone's passport." The young woman bowed apologetically and smiled weakly.
"Passports?! Since when do people carry passports when they are just going to a different town? O-Kami-sama, this is ridiculous!" The redhead cried desperately not to raise his voice to the poor attendant, but by gods! This was nutty!
"Benji, let's just find another way out of town, all right?" Soma poked his companion in the rib as he glanced over the dark shades. "If we keep yelling, we're sure to draw attention." He whispered, as he shifted his weight for the fifth time.
"Yea, looks like we're going no where here." The redhead spoke quietly. "So where to now?" He shrugged as they both left the station, just in time to avoid the police officers that just arrived. "Wait!" He snapped his fingers at the dawn of an ideal. "You mentioned one time you knew someone at the Habuka Shrine outside of town, why not go there and wait until things calmed down a little?"
"Benji, I don't know... I don't want to get Mina into trouble, but... I don't think we have any choice but to get caught." The taller man sighed deeply; his icy eyes seem to be drawn to the ground rather suddenly.
"Come on, Cross, we are not giving up, and I know they'll crucified you if we get caught! Okay, this is risky, but I have a jeep in the storage faculty, as long as they don't get to snooping there, I think I can drive us out of town for the shrine before any one realized what is going on!" He spoke wildly, eyes gleamed with a mad plan and urgent hope as he started to dragged the hapless Soma towards the said faculty.
"Why are you doing this for me...?!"
"You're a nice guy, and nice guys shouldn't have to put up with shit." The redhead grinned as he slipped a key from his pocket, and unlocked the garage door. As he pushed it upwards, Soma can see the bright blue glint of a 2032 Nissan Asteroid, three matte-black Kawasaki motorcycles, and a dull olive-drab army-issue jeep. "Don't touch the Nissan, that belongs to Odessa, and the Kawasakis are from the Frat boys."
"The Jeep is yours?" The Foreigner raised his brows, almost disgusted by the appearance of the GP vehicle.
"Yea, bought it from a guy who stole it from the US Army and shipped it home piece by piece. Any ways, let's go!" He leaped over the door and into the driver's seat, and in one fluid motion, he pushed the passenger door open.
"This thing will stick out." Soma whined softly as he slipped in. "And it's ugly as a gorgon covered in crap." He grumbled
"Hey! It is not ugly! It has it's own rug. aw, shit, you're right, it is ugly." The redhead conceded as he turned the key in the ignition. "Gorgon? So you also read mythology as well?"
"Well... sort of." The blue-eyed young man shrugged as he pulled the cap down further on his head, as the automobile lurched into life. "Ugh, does it have to move like a Bull as well?"
"Stop whining, it's meant to go over all terrain, doesn't mean it has to do it smoothly!" The redhead snapped as he turned onto the street. "Okay, let's just calm down, act natural-"
"Isn't that a contradiction, 'Act Natural'?" Soma questioned, as he batted the fuzzy dice that hung from the mirror.
"You know what I mean." The wiry young man groaned as he took the side streets, scanning for a way out of the city that is least likely to be guarded. "So any ways, since we're on the run together, Cross, We should well, I guess try to figure each other out, and our expectations out of this."
"Do you know just exactly what you are doing?" The lithe teenager demanded, for he still could not believe that Benji was all there.
"Obstructing a law enforcement officer, Assisting the escape of a criminal suspect, Unlawful possession of a non-lethal crowd-control projectile, and making a right lane turn without turning on the turn signal. And they are a Class-A Felony, a Class-C Felony, a Gross Misdemeanor, and a traffic infraction. I am a criminal law student, you know." He cackled maniacally.
"You are either asking for a bone-head award, or you are completely insane."
"Do I get a choice?" Benji teased as he started to press onto the accelerator, his hazel eyes at first glittered, but then faded upon seeing the disapproving appearance. "Guess not."
"You're not from around here, obviously, I think you had a good thing going for you at the University, and I hardly consider us to be friends, why are you helping me?"
"As I said, I hate it when nice guys finished last. You're a nice guy, who got into one fucked up mess, and 'sides, you may not think so, but I think you're a swell fella who just needs a little chance." The mix-blood young man shrugged as he turned down the avenue. "Keep the hat and sunglasses on, okay?"
Soma just sighed as looked away, completely convinced that his companion is either the most naïve idiot he has ever met, completely insane, or both. Or perhaps he has an ulterior motive? A sinister voice whispered in his mind. With tha, azure eyes flickered over to the driver, and immediately dismissed the ideal. There is no way in god's name can that type of person can act so cleverly.
"That was not done by a human, am I correct?" The soft Baritone whispered, for moment gray eyes became as fluid and reflective as mercury, the gentle half-smirk hardened into a grim frown.
"Why would you say that?" The near-albino whipped his head around, eyes had widened in surprise.
"Cross, you see...--"
"Halt!" An uniformed officer shouted as the college sophomore slammed on the breaks.
"Fucking A! What gives?" Benji muttered in English as he glared darkly at the cop.
"License, Registration, and State your business."
"All right, all right, don't get your balls in a knot." The redhead cursed in English again as he popped open the glove box.
"Tsukikyobi, I see." The Officer nodded as he compared the ID card to the young man before him, and then scanned his retina, pulling up information on the Laptop in his temporary booth. "You are who you say you are. Now who is this?" He looked over to Soma Cruz, who had been watching the floor.
Shit! This is not good; he'll certainly match me up to my description! We're going to be caught! Soma had shut his eyes as he tried to suppress the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.
"That's my boyfriend... Sosa!" The redhead said the first thing that had popped into his mind.
What?! Boyfriend!? The freshman squawked wordlessly as he gaped at his companion as though he had grown antlers.
"Err, well." The uniformed man stammered as he turned about two shades green as he literally shoved the paperwork back into Benji's hands. "You're cleared!" He nearly squealed as the gate was raised up.
Immediately, The American pounded the accelerator into the floorboard and zoomed out of the city limits.
"Boyfriend... Boyfriend?! Why did you say that?!"
"It was the first thing that popped in my head! Hey, it worked! I can't believe in 2039 that there are still people who are squeamish about Homosexuals, it's disgusting."
Soma was about to ask, but wisely decided against it, after all, it wasn't his business, was it?
"Here I am, again on my own, going down the only road I ever known. Like a Drifter I was borne to walk alone...." The redhead sung softly in English in a rather off key fashion.
With a sigh of assent, the near-albino settled into his seat and drifted off.
"Fuck! What do ya mean the trains are locked?!" Benji hissed at the news that the ticket-master had told the two men.
"It's quite simple, they are worried about the killer skipping town, surely you can wait until they inspect everyone's passport." The young woman bowed apologetically and smiled weakly.
"Passports?! Since when do people carry passports when they are just going to a different town? O-Kami-sama, this is ridiculous!" The redhead cried desperately not to raise his voice to the poor attendant, but by gods! This was nutty!
"Benji, let's just find another way out of town, all right?" Soma poked his companion in the rib as he glanced over the dark shades. "If we keep yelling, we're sure to draw attention." He whispered, as he shifted his weight for the fifth time.
"Yea, looks like we're going no where here." The redhead spoke quietly. "So where to now?" He shrugged as they both left the station, just in time to avoid the police officers that just arrived. "Wait!" He snapped his fingers at the dawn of an ideal. "You mentioned one time you knew someone at the Habuka Shrine outside of town, why not go there and wait until things calmed down a little?"
"Benji, I don't know... I don't want to get Mina into trouble, but... I don't think we have any choice but to get caught." The taller man sighed deeply; his icy eyes seem to be drawn to the ground rather suddenly.
"Come on, Cross, we are not giving up, and I know they'll crucified you if we get caught! Okay, this is risky, but I have a jeep in the storage faculty, as long as they don't get to snooping there, I think I can drive us out of town for the shrine before any one realized what is going on!" He spoke wildly, eyes gleamed with a mad plan and urgent hope as he started to dragged the hapless Soma towards the said faculty.
"Why are you doing this for me...?!"
"You're a nice guy, and nice guys shouldn't have to put up with shit." The redhead grinned as he slipped a key from his pocket, and unlocked the garage door. As he pushed it upwards, Soma can see the bright blue glint of a 2032 Nissan Asteroid, three matte-black Kawasaki motorcycles, and a dull olive-drab army-issue jeep. "Don't touch the Nissan, that belongs to Odessa, and the Kawasakis are from the Frat boys."
"The Jeep is yours?" The Foreigner raised his brows, almost disgusted by the appearance of the GP vehicle.
"Yea, bought it from a guy who stole it from the US Army and shipped it home piece by piece. Any ways, let's go!" He leaped over the door and into the driver's seat, and in one fluid motion, he pushed the passenger door open.
"This thing will stick out." Soma whined softly as he slipped in. "And it's ugly as a gorgon covered in crap." He grumbled
"Hey! It is not ugly! It has it's own rug. aw, shit, you're right, it is ugly." The redhead conceded as he turned the key in the ignition. "Gorgon? So you also read mythology as well?"
"Well... sort of." The blue-eyed young man shrugged as he pulled the cap down further on his head, as the automobile lurched into life. "Ugh, does it have to move like a Bull as well?"
"Stop whining, it's meant to go over all terrain, doesn't mean it has to do it smoothly!" The redhead snapped as he turned onto the street. "Okay, let's just calm down, act natural-"
"Isn't that a contradiction, 'Act Natural'?" Soma questioned, as he batted the fuzzy dice that hung from the mirror.
"You know what I mean." The wiry young man groaned as he took the side streets, scanning for a way out of the city that is least likely to be guarded. "So any ways, since we're on the run together, Cross, We should well, I guess try to figure each other out, and our expectations out of this."
"Do you know just exactly what you are doing?" The lithe teenager demanded, for he still could not believe that Benji was all there.
"Obstructing a law enforcement officer, Assisting the escape of a criminal suspect, Unlawful possession of a non-lethal crowd-control projectile, and making a right lane turn without turning on the turn signal. And they are a Class-A Felony, a Class-C Felony, a Gross Misdemeanor, and a traffic infraction. I am a criminal law student, you know." He cackled maniacally.
"You are either asking for a bone-head award, or you are completely insane."
"Do I get a choice?" Benji teased as he started to press onto the accelerator, his hazel eyes at first glittered, but then faded upon seeing the disapproving appearance. "Guess not."
"You're not from around here, obviously, I think you had a good thing going for you at the University, and I hardly consider us to be friends, why are you helping me?"
"As I said, I hate it when nice guys finished last. You're a nice guy, who got into one fucked up mess, and 'sides, you may not think so, but I think you're a swell fella who just needs a little chance." The mix-blood young man shrugged as he turned down the avenue. "Keep the hat and sunglasses on, okay?"
Soma just sighed as looked away, completely convinced that his companion is either the most naïve idiot he has ever met, completely insane, or both. Or perhaps he has an ulterior motive? A sinister voice whispered in his mind. With tha, azure eyes flickered over to the driver, and immediately dismissed the ideal. There is no way in god's name can that type of person can act so cleverly.
"That was not done by a human, am I correct?" The soft Baritone whispered, for moment gray eyes became as fluid and reflective as mercury, the gentle half-smirk hardened into a grim frown.
"Why would you say that?" The near-albino whipped his head around, eyes had widened in surprise.
"Cross, you see...--"
"Halt!" An uniformed officer shouted as the college sophomore slammed on the breaks.
"Fucking A! What gives?" Benji muttered in English as he glared darkly at the cop.
"License, Registration, and State your business."
"All right, all right, don't get your balls in a knot." The redhead cursed in English again as he popped open the glove box.
"Tsukikyobi, I see." The Officer nodded as he compared the ID card to the young man before him, and then scanned his retina, pulling up information on the Laptop in his temporary booth. "You are who you say you are. Now who is this?" He looked over to Soma Cruz, who had been watching the floor.
Shit! This is not good; he'll certainly match me up to my description! We're going to be caught! Soma had shut his eyes as he tried to suppress the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.
"That's my boyfriend... Sosa!" The redhead said the first thing that had popped into his mind.
What?! Boyfriend!? The freshman squawked wordlessly as he gaped at his companion as though he had grown antlers.
"Err, well." The uniformed man stammered as he turned about two shades green as he literally shoved the paperwork back into Benji's hands. "You're cleared!" He nearly squealed as the gate was raised up.
Immediately, The American pounded the accelerator into the floorboard and zoomed out of the city limits.
"Boyfriend... Boyfriend?! Why did you say that?!"
"It was the first thing that popped in my head! Hey, it worked! I can't believe in 2039 that there are still people who are squeamish about Homosexuals, it's disgusting."
Soma was about to ask, but wisely decided against it, after all, it wasn't his business, was it?
"Here I am, again on my own, going down the only road I ever known. Like a Drifter I was borne to walk alone...." The redhead sung softly in English in a rather off key fashion.
With a sigh of assent, the near-albino settled into his seat and drifted off.