Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 758
Pairings: Nagi Kengamine (Owl)/Azuma Genkaku, Senji Kiyomasa/Toto Sakigami
Warnings: Language

AN: I'm having Drkfrg/CadaverousDingo read over these to make sure they're Silent Hill-y enough. xD So chapters may be slow at posting. I'm planning on this story being pretty big, let's hope it comes through.

ChapterTwo : Does It All Just Simply Turn To Dust

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Dust drifted by nonchalantly in the air, passing by fallen papers and soiled couches alike. It seemed to flit over everything, and yet collect just as prosperously, leaving each movement of the two men laying in room 204 brimmed with it. It was the redhead to wake first, dark eyes slowly fluttering open as he gasped a little, trying to cough the dirt and smoke out of his lungs. Not to say they weren't used to smoke in the first place.

"Oh… My head…" Laughing softly at the pain throbbing dull behind his eyes, he tried to look around, see if he could find even a small swatch of light. The barest edges of a few corners seemed to be the best he would be getting, at this point, if he didn't find a light. Then he remembered the lighter in his pocket, and fumbled for it. Quickly flipping the zippo open, he cast the small flame around him, only to see a hand that didn't belong to him. After a second of frightful delight, however, he found it was attached to a body. A body who seemed to be waking up.

With a soft grunt, Senji managed to lift an arm beneath himself enough to look up at the light in his face, to find it was little more than a small flame. The flickering light danced on the face of his companion, and he frowned a little. That weird guitar guy from the bus. His name was… Genkaku, wasn't it? That had been what his jittery friend had said.

"Where the hell are we…?" He growled a little, sitting up slowly and rubbing his head. He felt like he'd been hit by a ten ton truck.

"I have no idea, I'm not the one who put us here." Replied the redhead, who finally stood and stretched his arms up wide.

"What the hell do you mean 'put us here'?!" Now, the tall, muscular man was up, looking ready to fight. Grabbing the slightly shorter man, he growled nearly in his face, "Was it you?!"

Chuckling a little, Genkaku just shook his head, "No, it wasn't me. We're probably all scattered throughout Silent Hill. It's the town's Mother of Madness, Alessa, that did it." He seemed so nonchalant about this.

"I should fucking bash your head in…" Senji growled again, though he backed off, pushing the other a little. The Bhuddist fell back a little, tripping over something and landing on a stretcher that sent him back a few more feet until it slammed into the wall.

"Careful, don't want to alert any of her little friends." He nearly purred, sitting up from his leaning pose and looking around. The room was impenatrably dark, even with the little flame from his Zippo, but he slowly rose from the bed behind him and started to search the room. Coming up with a stick flashlight and a radio, he lifted them and pocketed the second item. Trying to start up the torch, he frowned when it didn't immediately turn on, before it finally flashed to life; right in Senji's face.

"Dammit." He snapped, "Turn that shit off."

"We need it, it's sort of dark in here?" Genkaku replied, turning the light from him, "Let's see what we can find in here."

"Are we looking for something specific?" The brunet finally sighed, looking around at the room they were in. It was small, maybe an exam room, but it didn't seem to have anything of use. Until, of course, Genkaku came up with a hack saw and a scalpel. Taking the saw from the other, he frowned, "Do you think we'll have to use this?"

"We might." Came the easy-going answer as he brandished the scalpel, waving it in front of him a bit. "Wish I had my guitar." Almost as if on cue, Senji seemed to stumble over something and kick it into the wall. The twang that rang out made the other jump up and run to it. "My guitar!"

"Great, now I get to listen to your shit music again?" Groused the eyepatch wearing male, who rolled his good eye.

Pulling the guitar from it's case, the redhead just grinned like a maniac as he strummed a cord and shook it, and the guitar suddenly looked like some kind of gun.

"This baby will do some damage." He chuckled, strapping it to himself, "I don't see anything else we might need, so let's head out."

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AN: There's chapter two already~ I hope you guys like it.