A Growing Problem
A/N Well I didn't think it would happen, but you guys liked it~! I would have
updated sooner, but ya know… Midterms are stupid. And To Aku12 The offer is
appreciated, but no, OC's aren't needed for this particular story. I still hope you like it though!
~Two~
The young man lights the herb he had wrapped in paper. He puts it into
his mouth, sucks in, holds, and begins to cough. He feels his eyes water and he
forces a smile when he passes it to the Young Shinigami.
"Just hold it?" he asks.
Black Star nods. "I'll tell you when to breathe out."
So he takes the blunt and puts it in his mouth. Black Star smirks and
lights it again. Kid breathes in. However, he takes too big of a breath and the
coughing fits begin.
He thought his lungs would pop right out if he wasnt careful.
"Not that big of a breath idiot!" Black Star says stifling laughter.
Kid glares up at him, his usual golden eyes changing into a slight
shade of crimson.
Black Star cringes at the sudden change of his eye color.
"You okay, Kid?" he asks helping the young boy up.
"No Im just coughing my lungs up cuz its a new hobby of mine," he
growls.
This time, Black jumped up. Kid's voice went from silky and gentlemen
like to raspy and low. The Shinigami is confused and cocks his head to the left.
"Whats your problem?" he asks. His voice is back and his eyes are
normal.
Black Star blinks a few times and rubs his eyes. Was that real? Or
were the drugs really getting to him?
ooOoo
"Where do you think he is?" Elizabeth asks her little sister. She's been
pacing for the past hour and a half. She was certain she told Kid to be here at
9 on the dot. He actually agreed and PINKY SWORE. Kid never breaks those.
Until now that is.
"He's sixteen. I think he can handle himself," Patty says. She wishes her sister would stop pacing. She's getting dizzy.
"He's a sixteen year old with a problem! What if he's out partying with Black Star…. Again!" she asks.
Patty rolls her eyes.
"Or… He got held up at Black Star's place playing video games," she suggests.
Liz opens her mouth to reply, but just then the door opens and slams shut. Seconds tick by and after ten of them, Kid stumbles in. He catches himself on the doorframe.
"You're late," Liz says.
"And you're pretty. Are we done stating the obvious?" he answers.
Liz tries to fight a blush and notices something. Patty beats her to it.
"What's wrong with your voice?" she asks. He sounded like he'd been screaming for his voice was scratchy and low
"What do you mean?" he answers.
Patty glances at Liz who raises Kid's chin up. He giggles like a school girl.
"Look. He's high," she says.
Her sister frowns. A new low has been struck by her meister.
"But Patty... Check out his eyes," she whispers.
They are not golden anymore. The gold has been swallowed by a dark shade of crimson. The whites of his eyes are irritated. He giggles again.
"Kid, listen! You have to stop this… Now! You're starting to—"
"Whoa! You can't tell Death The Kid what to do! He can look after himself!" he cries, his newly found voice ringing in the twins' ears.
Patty shakes her head.
"He's too far gone. Don't worry. He'll be better in the morning. Hopefully…"