Author's Note: Hello.. it's been a long day, I'm happy to be able to post another chapter for this fic :D I've been really into the groove of writing this, so I'm pretty excited to keep writing this! This chapter isn't gonna have much KanoKido action, it's mostly just exposition and stuff. I'm thinking of making this more story based, but with some KanoKido mixed in, plus some mentions of other couples, to try and sort of get the best of both worlds lol...
Anyways, enjoy!
The morning after, a Wednesday, sunlight washed over the entire city, and the bustle of the nighttime only increased as the hours went by. Horns blared as cars honked at distracted drivers, people walked by impassively and expressionless, bikes sped past the oncoming traffic jubilantly. High school students, dressed in customary outfits or checkered uniforms, climbed into buses and crossed the streets, talking either excitedly or quietly about the day ahead. Some, a girl in particular with long brown hair and dilated brown eyes, stumbled with a rather bacchanalian air, one that would provoke suspicious curiosity among her peers, and would most likely not pass a field sobriety test. As to how she got this way, not many people would know, but it was certainly a mystery to some, especially as to who she acquired the necessary ingredients from.
Kido awoke in a dazed stupor. She lay in the living room, her back against the floor, her glazed eyes crusted in the corners with grit. She stared up at the bumpy popcorn ceiling and yawned, tasting the tangy air, wondering what had happened the night before. She hadn't dreamed either, no visions appearing to her head at the thought of her recent sleep. But when she swallowed, the spice of a familiar plant in her mouth, it dawned on her immediately.
"Kano?" she asked, clearing her throat. She tried to get up, but it felt almost impossible, as if her mind had woken up but her body hadn't.
"Shush, don't try to wake him."
She looked up towards the voice, where she saw a boy her age, with short black hair and amber eyes, dressed in an olive green cargo jump suit, the pant legs rolled up to his knees. While his face seemed young and cute, his usual docile and gentle expression seemed somewhat exasperated, his eyebrows knit together.
"Seto," Kido croaked. "Where's Kano?"
He smiled kindly. "Sleeping on the couch. I think you both took some of the indica, the couch-lock is probably still in effect."
Kido moaned. "Shit, I'm so sorry." She frowned and a sense of worry came to her. "Did we keep you up? Did the smell?"
Seto laughed, bending down on his knees to pick up the opened jar that lay with a little of its contents scattered by her side. "Don't worry, you were both relatively quiet, and the stench doesn't really bother me anymore. We basically live in it these days." He shut the jar closed, then gathered the spilled bushels and put them in one of his pockets. "Although, if I had to be completely honest, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more moderate. We can only afford so many seeds." He stood back up again. "Did you smoke Monday night too?"
Kido racked her brain momentarily, but everything still felt foggy. "I have no idea," she replied, rubbing the crud out of her eyes. "I wouldn't think so, since I was out late making deliveries, but I can't make any promises for Kano." She turned her head to the couch on her left, where she could see the edge of his black hood leaning off the side of the cushion.
Seto tapped his fingers on the glass of the jar thoughtfully. "Maybe we'll need to make some cutbacks on our amount for personal use."
"Put some of it towards sales, right?" Kido sighed. "I'll talk with Shintaro and Ene about it later. Are they both up?"
"Well, it's ten in the morning, so possibly?" He walked away, headed for the pantry with jar in hand.
Kido grumbled as she felt her stomach speak its thoughts. She was hungry. Urging herself to get, up she rolled on her side and pushed her strength into the ground, hauling her torso up slowly. When she managed to get into a sitting position, Kido heard the sounds of foot steps coming down the old staircase, and when she turned, a flash of a red track suit jacket came up into view. The familiar, tall boy stalked into the living room, his tangly shock of jet black hair noticeable from far away. As he approached the couch, he stopped dead in his tracks, scowling. "Oh my god."
"Good morning, Shintaro," Kido responded quietly.
His black eyes gazed down at her, unblinking. "Man, you guys are crazy," he said, ignoring her greeting. "I thought the smell was bad upstairs, but this is ridiculous."
Kido felt a hot flush of embarrassment come to her cheeks. "Was it that bad?"
"Are you kidding me? It's so strong I can hear the Grateful Dead playing in the air." He gave her and Kano's sleeping form matching, rather despondent looks and turned to the kitchen to get some food.
"Says the one who used to order several ounces of pot per month from our website before meeting us a little white ago," Kido muttered under her breath.
As Shintaro began rustling in the cabinets, Seto came back to the living room, the jar of indica stocked safely away. "Marry and I are going to go for a walk in a little," he told her. "She stayed up a while fixing a broken lamp in the garden shed and wants some air. Is that okay?"
Kido nodded, rubbing away the sweat from her forehead. "Yeah, it's alright, just be as safe as you can and don't get in any trouble." She looked up at him again, eyes narrowed. "Do I have to remind you about the 'no-partying-in-public' rule? I mean, not that you've ever done it, from what I can tell, but I'd like to be assured that you and her won't do anything against the law."
Seto laughed, a soft, hearty chuckle. He gestured to the whole house, the abandoned building left untouched by the government, their treasured home. "Aren't we already breaking the law?"
So that was it! Liked it? Didn't like it? Please let me know by leaving a review! I can always use the help and advice, the accuracy in this story is something I'd like to be careful about, so if any of you have extra experience to share lol (but only if you'd like to). Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!