Lea-Renee: The second chapter yay!
Rayne: There will be the same amount of chapters from here on as Mastodon Crack the Skye Songs.
Lea-Renee: Smashing Pumpkins may have started me off but Mastodon will finish it.
Rayne: Unless she finds more songs or can't finish it in that amount of chapters…
Lea-Renee: Then I'll have to find songs. (Actually I do, I've finished writing to the crack the Skye songs...)

Warning: Religious/Mythological themes, I'm not a Pagan/Satanist by the way so don't flame me cause of them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh Gx, if I did there would be a cute ball where Judai is in a tux with a red shirt and Johan with a blue shirt.
Songs:Oblivion- Mastodon.

Haou's Pov

How can I be considered a hero when I don't want to save anyone? Light brimmed over the horizon and with it disappeared the thugs and criminals, as if they thought that in the light their sins that hid so well in the darkness of the night would all suddenly be shown to the world. They didn't realise that they could never hide their sins from god. However I shouldn't really bring god into any of this anymore. In my childhood Judai and I were taught about god, a powerful, omnipresent, omnipotent being who was good, right and just but as I grew up that god slowly seemed to die and with him so too did my beliefs. Yet the devil in this city stood strong and further corrupted the already corrupt. If there was still a god, he was weak and pitiful, not worth a sinner's breath. Either that or he no longer cared about us anymore looking at his creation in a state of disrepair and waiting for us to end it all ourselves so he could set his failure aside and start anew.

Jehu's POV

At what was obviously too early in the morning my brother, who I normally loved very much, chose to come and wake me up from the bliss that is sleep. "Jehu, get up," he ordered as he prodded an annoying finger harshly at my cheek. Letting out a tired growl I opened my eyes and glared at him, sadly it no longer had the same effect on him as it did others. Instead Johan just shrugged it off and left me so I'd get ready.

Getting out of bed I took some, what smelt like clean, clothes off the floor and padded off to the bathroom. After a quick shower I stood in front of the mirror and examined myself. I was sure that the rings under my eyes were becoming more pronounced as the days went by; ignoring it I brushed my teeth. Trying to tame my hair I went downstairs to my brother who was already beside the door waiting for me and before I knew it I was being pushed out into the cold bitter air with a piece of toast being shoved into my hand.

"Why the rush?" I asked, cringing as the taste of mint toothpaste and jam mixed in my mouth.

Johan raised his eyebrow at me. "Do I really have to answer that question?" he said as more of a statement.

"Point taken," I replied.

We walked no more than five minutes before we arrived at the storage shed that held my baby. Opening the door I revealed a dark chrome motorcycle with the logo of the company emblazoned on the side, Scientific Industries National or SIN. I worked for them as an assistant and let's just say that powerful when used to describe them is an understatement. That's why I could leave my bike in a crappy place and not have it nicked.

I put on my black helmet as Johan put on his emerald one. I always drove him to school even though I had been somewhat told off by the heads of his school. I wasn't going to let him take the subway, that where you went if you wanted to get killed, mugged or just dumb enough to try your luck and because of the fancy uniform he was forced to wear Johan would have had a huge bulls eye painted onto the side of his head.

Johan held on tightly to me as I kicked off my motorcycle. We swerved through traffic with ease and cut off a few angry commuters, really it was their fault for not getting lifts to work with their mates and instead pollute the air with their one person per car motto. I like to call those people idiots, they were the ones who'd most likely complain about Global Warming, which was a load of rubbish it's Climate Change and the Earths been doing that since the beginning, and create an uproar, yet want an extra two tvs and every other appliance under the sun.

It didn't take long until we reached Johan's school and I had dropped him off outside the gates. I always waited until he reached his friends before I drove off. Some arseholes who thought of themselves as better than him because of the family they worked for bullied him when he first began there but eventually he befriended a guy named Jim, a transfer student from Australia who was allowed to carry his crocodile to school on his back and therefore no one messed with him. After that he made a few more fiends and so I don't worry about him so much anymore.

I then made my way to work. It was the tallest building in all of Pandora city, towering over every other one. To enter there were rigorous security checks and I had heard rumours that there were anti-aircraft missiles on the roof. But before I had to go through any of that, I had to pass the nutcase protestors. One bad thing about a motorcycle, you can't closed your windows and ram through people.

One stopped in front of me wearing was could be taken as prophet robes and had long unruly brown hair. "Sin will destroy us all," he almost sounded as though he was threatening me, "the world is dying and soon the final judgement will be upon us. With sin in this world we're all going to hell!"

Eventually I drove around him because his rants were getting repetitive and annoying. When it came to people like him I didn't quite know if he was referring to the company of to the act but though it seemed like I denied it, there was truth in what he was saying for both meanings. SIN and sin were both horrible, both destroying the world slowly, I didn't like to admit that the company I was working for was technically evil, nor the prospect that the end was coming. I sometimes wished the instead of tying to dig myself a hole with bare hand, tearing off fingers and nails, that I could of stayed as a child, finding bliss in ignorance.