Chapter 2: No Peace

3:42 am

It's in the middle of the goddamn night and I don't believe sleep will come soon. Time has been going by brutally slow; a minute feels like ten, an hour as felt like an eternity. A little over ten minutes ago I threw on my Karakura High School track hoodie and a pair of gym shoes in an effort to escape the noises coming from my hotel room. I still have a headache and at the time there was no point in me staying in the same room as Renji when the reoccurring thought of a pillow over my "best friends" face and the silence that was sure to follow was becoming all the more pleasing as time went by. Before I know it I have my ID, phone, room key, and a couple dollars in my pocket as I'm riding the elevator down to the lobby. Avoiding the receptionist questioning gaze, I make my way around to where the weight room should be. It's closed. The basketball court? Closed. Game room and bar? All closed. Makes sense though. It is about four in the morning. As I keep walking I notice that I'm heading towards the back of the hotel. The indoor pool is closed too but the outside one should still be opened right? Bingo! It is. I guess this is where I'll spend the rest of my night. Or morning.

When I get outside a gentle breeze wrap me in a comforting embrace. It's about a steady 56 degrees tonight so I am content in knowing that I won't freeze my balls off out here. The pool is huge and beautiful and empty. Perfect. It's surrounded by many lights, potted palm trees and dozens of those long beach chairs, each equipped with a matching umbrella. I walk around the large rectangle pool a couple times before I take a seat in a far corner chair. It's quiet. Wonderfully so that the only sound to be heard is the barely audible pool filter and the placid waters softly pushing against barriers that encompass them. I sit here for a while gazing at the stars above me. I breathe deep and take in the scenery. There are many mountains in the distance and the sky is so clear that I swear I can see a satellite. This is life. This is what it feels like to live and in this moment I realize that I can't really be mad at Renji. I should be happy that that disgusting abomination of a sweet human being is my best friend. That that horrid howling he creates while he slumbers signifies that he is alive. That Renji Abarai, the guy who's been there for me through think and thin, breathes. But as I am thinking all of this I realize that what I've just thought may be true, is also complete and total bullshit. I would LOVE to do nothing more... or less than shut off the kids wind pipes right about now. I think the air and sleep deprivation is getting to me, making me think profound life changing shit that I don't need at this moment. My legs are becoming numb from sitting Indian style. Anyways, fuck Renji. I am angry and throughly jet lagged so I have the right to say it. Oh, and not to mention the fact that he has me sitting outside a fancy hotel in the middle of the night because of his nasal problems.

Damn, I'm tired. I place my hands into my hoodie's pockets and look to my covered torso when my stomach makes a noise reminding me that I've last eaten well over six hours ago. Fuck hunger too. I am beyond unwilling to get up to scavenge for food right now so I resign to pulling my legs up and wrapping my arms around them while resting my head in my knees; creating some type of make shift curtain, blocking all the world from me and the moths from my thoughts. I hear the door I previously came through open. Well shit universe. What the hell have I done so wrong that I can't have one single fucking moment of peace tonight? I don't left my head to see who it is. It's probably someone about to tell me that I have to leave.

"Fuck man. That chick at the front desk is so fucking hot!" The word "desk" has an unnecessary hiss to it. "Did you see her man?" this person asks whomever accompanied him out here. Before the door can even close this guy is on about the receptionist I walked past a few short moments ago. The sound coming from this guys' mouth is high pitched and holds a hostile slither, like an overaggressive hyperactive snake. There is a twinge of something perverted in there too. It's disgusting to say the least. "Yooooooo!?" He whines. There's a sound of plastic crumpling, a flick, a drag, and an exhale. Ah, a smoke break. "Tsk." is his reply. "Come oooon dude," I can hear the grin in his sicking voice, "tell me I wrong!" This bastard has way to much peep for this time of night. Or morning. Whatever, I just want his voice box to short circuit or for some type of leech to come and drain all of the excitement out of him. These people are intruding on my quiet.

"I really don't give a shit." The other one says in a low voice. It's almost a grumble; a smooth tired growl.

"Dude you hear me?" Just answer him already geez. "...How long do you think it'll take me to bring that bitch back to my room?" Now that's uncalled for. This guy is really working my nerves and he hasn't even been out here for a full sixty seconds. And just as I thought my headache would surely subside, this guy comes to bring it back full force. "GRIMM!" he yells. He's getting irritated at his companions lack of conversational involvement. His "companion" or Grimm on the other hand has probably been irritated by his ridiculous ramblings. Grimm lets out a long sigh.

"Nnoi-"

"Are you even listening to me or am I just talking to myself out here!?" He screams. "Fuck you're rude. How would you like it if I-"

"I'd like it if you'd shut the fuck up..." Someone says in a voice that sounds awfully similar to mine. My eyebrows knit together in confusion. I raise my head to look towards the direction I believe their voices were coming from and sure enough two men are staring wide eyed at me. Oh... ha. I guess that was my voice. "God-dammit."

[Authors Note/Disclaimer: After like two years since I last updated I still own nothing. So yeah... It's been awhile huh?]