Title: Brothers in poison.

Author: MissingNeurotic

Summery: I've hit writers block hard so i'll work on another story for now. Godai and Ishigaki are both tired of being stepped on. Finding so much in common in each other, they plan together to do the unthinkable. Will they go through with it, or back out? Part songfic, suicide attempt YakoXGodai

Chapter 2: Have a

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Godai walked out of his apartment, holding his head, he had a hell of a booze run that night. He was trying to forget that stupid kid and what happened with him. What was the kid's name... Ichigapi...? Ishiguppi....? Iddigabby...? Ishi... Ishigaki...! That's right... It was ishigaki.

"Dickhead..." Godai groaned, scolding himself. He was hard headed, stubborn, and absent minded?

Yeah, fuck no.

Stumbling out of his apartment, he clumsily walked towards the office. The damned part time job which treated him like shit. Payed him nearly nothing too.

"Ah. Godai-san?" Godai heard a voice behind him. God almighty, tell me it's not him. Godai turned. Damn you God. There was ishigaki's face, looking as bland as ever, he was surprised that it wasn't all happy happy joy joy like it usually was. And... was that a sleeping cap on his head?

"What." He growled, it sounded more like a statement then a quisitive reply. Ishigaki was obviously taken back a bit.

"C-Can i talk to you....?" He asked, innocently.

"Dammit Ishigaki! Not now! Work!" He yelled, turning and speed walking away. He could hear Ishigaki sniffle behind him. He hated himself. He couldn't get the brat out of his head, he was yelling at him, he let his name, number, and now where he LIVED leak from the little information bank called the brain. This is one of the worst days. At least things couldn't et any worse.

Oops, too late.

It started to rain. At first it was light, but by the time he was halfway to the office, it was raining pretty damn hard. He didn't have any money on him at the moment for an umbrella, just booze, but no umbrella. He was soaking wet and angry.

He still couldn't believe he decided to doom himself by accepting the detective office's jobs again. Now he had two prt-time jobs. One at the information company with the boos who knew more about a super nintendo then the chain of athourity at his own damn company. And his his goddamn boss didn't even know how to spell super nintendo.

Reaching that damned office building, he walked in, soaked to the bone. He looked like he had gone swimming in his clothes for a day or two, not been outside in the pouring rain for half an hour.

"Goddamn detective agency." He cursed, walking to the door. As he reached for the handle he hesitated. What the fuck!? He grabbed the door knob and twisted it, opening it as calmly as he could, which was bearly bashing the door off it's hinges. As he did this, he found one blonde teenage girl staring at him wide-eyed and a stupid demon boss who looked at him in a way which made him gulp.

"You're late." Neuro chirped in the sickening way which made you want to punch the bastard in the face and him into a pretzel.

"So what." He said, sitting at the little desk by the door, starting to whittle away at the wood with his knife, cursing and muttering. After then moment he regretted doing both things, saying what he said, and carving lines into the desk. The next thing he knew at that momentw as that he was stomach down on the floor having something jabbed into his back, cutting him.

"So you're gonna need to learn the consiquences for being late, dog." Neuro chuckled, the sharp object being forced a little hit deeper into his skin. From Yako's veiw, it was Neuro's claw. From Godai's veiw, it was a knife of some sort, of course, he really couldn't SEE what he was being cut up with.

"Monster! Get off me!" He wriggled under his demon boss.

"Now now, don't squirm, my aim might be off now." His boss chirped in that damn happy voice. He felt several more little stabs before he was let free. He was now soaking wet and bleeding a little bit.

"Godai-san. Aren't you cold?" Yako asked, looking very concerned. Godai slowly picked himself up from the ground. As a matter of fact, he was kind of cold, but only because he was fuckin' wet.

"Hell no." He replied, sitting back in his chair after picking it up from the ground also. It hurt to lean against the seat-back, but he had had worse before. Like cleaning up those damned bullet wounds from last time, as he still felt them.

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Ishigaki watched as someone who he thought was his friend walked away, after yelling at him. He sniffled. Why don't anyone listen to meeeeeee. He whined in his head, turning around to return to his work.

His footsteps were soft on the aspahult but slowly turned to subtle splashes as it started to rain. It was a light rain. Nothing was nicer then a light rain. Besides, he couldn't help feeling the same as the area around him, dismal and lonely. It started to rain harder and harder.

By the time he reached the Police Department it was raining, hard. He had managed to stay fairly dry because of the streets crowded with people with large umbrellas.

He shivered. The Police Department was always over air conditioned, leaving everyone shivering after rainy days like this. Well, everyone except-

"Ishigaki."

Ishigaki whirled around, finding himself suddenly facing someone's chest dressed neatly in a tan suit with the end of a tie dangling in front of him. His eyes slowly glided up to look at the one, the only...

Sasazuka Eishi.

"S-Sempai." He stuttered.

"Um, i know it probably isn't any of my business but, you're crying." He said in his usual monotoned voice which always made him sound bored. Ishigaki blinked, using the inside of the coat to dry off his hands before touching his face. It was wet, but probably from the rain.

"It's just the r-"

"you're eyes are red like you've been crying. You're sniffling. You come to work without taking off your sleeping cap." Ishigaki blushed, embaressed. He reached up and pulled off a soft light blue sleeping cap.

"It's nothing." He said, putting his hands up defensively. Not being one to worm is way into issues others won't tell you immediately, sasazuka backed off.

"Okay then... There are some things you need to get to." He said, walking away and pressing the button for the elevator. Ishigaki followed, waiting for the elevator also. Once it opened he squished against the wall of the elevator, avoiding getting mashed by the other police officers. He was unsuccessful. He was pusehd against the side of the elevator brutally.

"Ano... This one if full..." Sasazuka's voice rang out nearly dead silent in the elevator, shortly after, the doors closed. Sealing Ishigaki in a mass of people. To his surprise, he looked over and Sasazuka had plenty of room. Although, that was probably because the air around him is always 2 degrees celcius colder, this was tested, and is in fact, true.

As the elevator doors opened people rushed out, pushing each other, well, after sasazuka got out first, of course. If you don't like that thought of getting squished against sub zero from mortal kombat. you definately wouldn't like the idea of being squished against Sasazuka. People swore he could freeze water, although it was probably just exaggeration. At that point in his musings, he was pushed against the wall of the elevator, his cheek smashing roughly into the metal. He felt his cheek and flinched, it was going to turn into a big, ugly, bruise.

Finally getting out, he sighed, taking a deep breath of... even colder air? He turned behind him, directly behind him in the hallway, was the person he was blocking the path of. None other then, the king of ice.

"Ano..." Sasazuka started, unable to finish as Ishigaki ran quickly away. "He sure is acting funny... for Ishigaki..." He thought out loud before continuing in that direction before the turning the corner, the opposite way that Ishigaki had gone.

Ishigaki ran into the men's bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. He slipped, falling onto the ground and smashing his bruise cheek against the floor. He yelped before quickly getting up, looking down. He then notice the little yellow sign which was directly in front of the sink, behind him.

Caution:

Slippery Floor

Ishigaki frowned and looked in the mirror, the bruise was alerady starting to turn an ugly grey-blue color. Probably from the fall he just took. He could barely cover it with his whole palm. This definately wasn't his day.

Shoulders slumped and his invisible puppy ears down, he walked out of the bathroom, covering his rght cheek, covering the bruise. As he walked past rows and rows of desks he heard a clatter and something fell to the floor. Avoiding that area he looked back at it. A stapler had been dropped.

Continuing along, he moved to where Todoroki was. She quickly turned to him.

"Ah! Ishigaki! Glad you're here. Could you take this, and this, and this, and this, and this, to Sasazuka Sempai?" she asked with a sparkly smile which usually meant 'say not and i'll do it myself, making sasazuka sempai love me more than you~' Which usually meant he would take them.

"Hai hai..." He said, taking the huge stack of papers in his arms. He could barely see past it. Walking back, he mused. What could the papers be? Letters? Nah, he rarely got those, besides, when he did, they were his paycheck. Documents? More then likely. But documents of what? Maybe that cou-

CRASH!

Ishigaki groaned. He was facedown on the floor, papers in a untouched neat stack in front of him, miraculiously. He looked back, he had tripped over the stapler which had not yet been picked up. He now just felt sore. Where was he sore? Everywhere, everything hurt on a day like this. He sighed sadly and got up, moving to pick up the stack of papers again.

"Ah...!" He yelped as a sudden pang of pain went through his left wrist. He clutched it with the other hand, it made it hurt, but made it hurt less at the same time. Everytime he bent it upwards, it hurt. Everytime he held something, it hurt. Everytime he moved it, it hurt. He bit his lip and moved to pick up the stack of papers again. He hissed in pain as he lifted the heavy stack of papers, his wrist protesting viciously. He clenched his teeth tightly inside his mouth as he walked to where Sasazuka probably was.

He made his way to a little desk Sasazuka sat at, looking through several papers he already had.

"S-Semp-pai." He muttered, reaching the desk. Sasazuka looked up and raised an eyebrow at how strained he looked.

"The papers aren't that heavy." Sasazuka said placidly, taking the papers from him, setting them on the desk. Ishigaki's hands immediately went to his sides.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked, tring to recovering his usual 'Kyaaa~!' self.

"There is something i need to see."

"What is it."

Sasazuka eyed his left wrist, reaching out and grabbing it lightly. Ishigaki flinched. Sempai... Sempai... Please don't... Sasazuka looked over his wrist and turned to face Ishigaki when he hissed in pain as he prodded it. "What did do you to it?"

"Ano... I... Um..." He looked from his wrist, to the papers, so sasazuka who eyed him in such a way, it made him want to leave, quickly. "Fell down the stairs..." He said, laughing nervously.

"Uh-huh..." Sasazuka stared at his wrist. "Well, you're wrist is swollen so it's probably fractured. You should probably leave early." Sasazuka let go of his wrist. Ishigaki quite honestly hated the Doctor's.

"Ano... Sempai...?"

"Mm..?"

"C-Could you...?" Ishigaki started.

"I suppose..." Sasazuka answered ahead of time before he even finished. Sasazuka rose from his seat and took Ishigaki's other wrist, dragging him to a room more some medical supplies in it. "Sit." He said, gesturing to a seat in the corner. Ishigaki sat. He felt so stupid. He had pulled his own Sempai away from his work selfishly, just so he could take care of an injury that he probably doomed himself with, and had also lied to his Sempai about how he got it. Boy. His karma is way up isn't it?

Sasazuka clicked his tongue softly as he reached into a drawer to get some unknown thingy-ma-jigger. When he turned he had several simple wrist casts, the plastic parts at least that supported the bottom of your wrist from your palm to your elbow. He took out one that looked just about the right size and yet again, took Ishigaki's wrist. He set it in the half cast and looked up at him. "Does that feel comfortable?" He asked. Ishigaki nodded.

Taking some rolls of cotton he wrapped the forearm, making sure it wasn't too tight or too loose. Then he took the regular bandages and wrapped it again, sealing it with two little clippy things.

"There." He said, getting up and shovin his hands in his pockets, starting to walk out. "Be more careful next time." He said, leaving.

Ishigaki watched him leave, looking down at his wrist he sighed, it was neatly casted and comfy. He stared at it for a moment before getting up. He then left the Police department, walking back to his apartment. It was still raining, but he borrowed an umbrella. It was blue and had the Kanji for OTAKU written on it.

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Godai cursed, for this mystery he had to be bait. However, he wasn't told so.

He lay on his side, with a knife sticking out of his shoulder, it had gone clean through. It was dark, almost too dark to see.

"Fuck..." He rasped, slowly getting up, holding his left shoulder.

"Godai-san!" Yako yelled from a corner. Neuro took a step forewards.

"You are not a unique beautiful snowflake, you are the same decaying matter as everything else." He said, before approching the person, the person then screaming as he stood there. He was using one of those terrible tools again. As he did this Yako ran to Godai. She shined her flashlight on him so she could see him better.

"Godai-san! Godai-san! Don't go towards the light!" She pleaded.

"The only fucking light i see is you shining a fucking flashlight in my eyes when i try to open them!" He yelled, having the light taken from his face. He opened his eyes. Yako took him but the unharmed shoulder and tried to pull him down.

"Sit down!" She pleaded, he obeyed. As he leaned against the wall, the knife went in further.

"AH!" He yelled, feeling the blade go further.

"Godai-san!?" She wailed, pushing him forewards away from the wall and she looked at his back. The cerrated knife exited his back. She knelt in front of him just in time to watch him grab the handle of the knife and try to pull it out. He grunted in pain and let go.

"Shit..." He rasped, sighing afterwards.

"you really shouldn't try to pull it out Godai-san." Yako said in vain as he took the handle again and took and alternate route, pulling it out, upwards, cutting through his shoulder. The knife angling in such a way he could pull it out. Not the smartest thing to do, but probably the easiest. He yelled out in agony as the knife clattered to the floor.

"Fuckin' idiot." He scolded himself for what, the billionth time today?

"Daijoubu Godai-san?" Yako asked, trying to pry his right hand from his left shoulder so she could see.

"Yeah, i'm fuckin' great. I just tore a knife from the shoulder and i'm fuckin' fabulous!" He yelled at her, getting up again and starting to try and find the exit to the room. His right hand traced the wall, smearing blood. Finding the exit he quickly ran out, using the little light he had to guide him.

Reaching the outside world he took a deep shuddering breath of fresh air. Quickly fleeing the scene, he kept his right hand on his shoulder again, as if no one could see the blood on his hand and soaking through his shirt in huge amounts. He ran quickly to the only palce he knew he could find solitude, his apartment. After only a minute of running he started to unconsciously swerve and sway. Then the next thing was that his world started spinning and swimming.

Stopping, he swerved into an alley, the same alley he had met the boy in. He sat on the crate, clutching his shoulder tightly. He stayed there for not very long until he heard a soft but familiar voice.

"Godai-san?" The voice asked, it sounded like the same boy he met here just the other day.

"Ishi..." He barely managed to croak out half he boys name before the world started to dim.

"Godai-san!" Ishigaki yelled, running to his friend. godai's hand dropped from his wound, showing the terrible injury. Ishigaki was agast. "H-Hey! Stay awake! If you fall asleep you won't wake up again!" He yelled, slapping Godai slightly on the cheek to try and get him to wake up a bit.

Godai felt the patting but couldn't react to it.

Ishigaki panicked. "Godai-sa-" He tried to tug on his very short sleeve, but instead, the fabric ripped off, giving a more clear veiw of the wound. Ishigaki was starting to get neuseaus. (sp?) [(note: Geez, i can spell neusea but not neuseaus? GOD. HOW TO SPELL IT!!! .])

In a panicked frenzy of well... panick he figured the best thing to do would be... Ishigaki ripped off his sleeve and tied it around the wound tightly. Unsure about what was going to happen, he nerviously awaited a sign of life from his newfound and maybe dying of blood loss friend.

"You really are convenient to have around, you know that..." Godai rasped, barely conscious. Ishigaki inwardly celebrated. He had stopped bleeding but... It probably wasn't good enough just to have a ripped sleeve tied to it. "I'm so damn tired..." He said in a whisper of a voice.

Ishigaki, worried that he was too heavy to support for long, decided that a empty and parcially destroyed building was enough for them for the night. Taking his friend's unharmed arm, he slowly helped him to that nearby building. It was empty, it was cold, it was dirty, and tonight, it would be their house.

They had claimed their sides of the... place... and from there, they chatted, very, very quietly. That night, they planned. They planned their salvation. They planned their getaway. They planned their hopes. They planned their dreams. Ultimately,

They planned their suicides.

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Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

IT SUCKED
I SUCK
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*cry*

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