Disclaim: I don't own KHII. Trust me.

A/N: And moving right on down the line...Good Ole Number II, Xigbar! But just pretend he has no eye patch. the eye patch makes him seem...I dunno, piratey, so I got rid of it. XDDDD

Enjoi.
-Ethe

.:E-Pro:.

Tuesday, Nov. 14, 2006. 7:23 AM.

I came here in search of something, and to be honest, I'm not really sure if I've even started looking for whatever it was. Maybe I walked down an obscene alleyway today, because the next thing I know, three kids jump down from the frigg'n rooftops and try to get the jump on me or something.

Punks like these really bugged me sometimes. They honestly assume that just because the eastside is dangerous, they feel like they have to contribute to the chaos. Funny thing, teenagers. So confused, baffled about the simplest of things. And awfully disrespectful.

"Three against one. Not good odds, old man." One of them said, getting in a defensive position in front of me. The three of them looked like brothers maybe; or just bastards with all the same mom or dad. The one in front of me on the right had the medium hair between them. The one on the left had the longest, and looked a little feminine. The one behind me had the shortest length creepy silver hair, and seemed a bit childish, unlike the other two calm and collected teenagers.

"As if! I could take all three of you at the same time." I didn't even bother to roll up my sleeves. They would be easy. I was just waiting for one of them to make the first move. And the one right behind me did, trying to swing at me with his left. I only dodged it and took hold of his arm, pulled him in front of me and showed the other two. I shoved my captive into the one on the left of me, and looked at the last standing teenager with silver hair, "You want to try too?" He hesitated, looking down at the two on the ground. He looked back up at me, and drew a dinky little pocket knife, and tried to actually poke me with it.

I laughed, easily grabbing his hand and twisting his wrist to make him drop it. He screamed out in agony, until I finally let him go. He backed away from me, and toppled onto the other two on the floor. They all groaned once in unison before scrambling to get up. The girly-looking one stayed on the floor before one of them called back, "Yazoo, come on!" The one with longest hair scrambled onto his feet and dashed after the other two.

Reno really was going to eventually succumb to it's own problems. Oh well. Not my problem. I'd be out of here in a matter of weeks anyway. Move to California...Sounds good to me. Anyhow, I noticed that this particular scuffle was in an alley next to a bar. Hmm...might as well engorge myself in something hard like alcohol. That sounded really good right now too. I sighed, fixed my sweatshirt and walked to the entrance of the alley, turned to the left and walked into the double doors, noticing how completely deserted the place was.

The bartender gave me a welcoming look, and continued to clean one of the glasses in his hand. He had long hair, like me, but it was put into dread locks and tied up high on his head. He had awesome sideburns too, that were almost long enough from his ears to touch his nose. I walked in and sat at the far edge of the bar, the tender eventually came by and I ordered a shot of Bacardi...and to keep 'em comin'.

-End-

A/N: Ok, Cookies gain to anyone who knows the artist who wrote E-Pro. DON'T LOOK IT UP! XDDD

If you don't know/don't care, it's ok. You know, we all can't be musically-enchanted.

R+R?