A/N: Hey everyone! I figured since I haven't really had any time to write anything recently thanks to the fact that I'm finally at home and enjoying my vacations with my family for a while, I'll just update the one ficcy that I do have some material written out for. So here ya go guys ;)
Enjoy!
Chapter 3:
I Don't Need You
"Ryouh! Man, you're back." He heard someone greet his companion as he stepped through the threshold of the apartment. "Damn! You look like shit!" he heard the same person exclaim, "The suppliers corner you?" Syaoran followed him inside, noticing the owner of the voice to be an older version of Masayoshi, the boy his clone had met in Hanshin. "Who's the kid?"
"Masayoshi, this is Syaoran." He introduced him to the only other occupant of the room. Syaoran resisted the urge to hold his breath. This place reeked of alcohol and smoke and something bitter and putrid. "I wouldn't be here right now, if this kid had not showed up."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He's got mad skills, man. You shoulda seen the way he beat the shit out of those three."
"He part of one of them chess teams?"
But atleast… they weren't here.
"Prob'ally."
"Nice."
"Damn." Ryouh hissed as he crashed on worn out sofa in the middle of the living room, kicking an empty beer can out of the way as he threw his legs on the creaky coffee table. "I need a smoke."
Masayoshi laughed before he threw something in the red-head's direction. As Ryouh prepared a stick and lit it up, Syaoran felt his eyes widen as he finally identified what was the cause of the putrid, bittersweet smell.
A/N: I know, I know. It's short. But I told you. I'm going for the whole 'less is more' thing with this fic so bear with me here. I hope you liked it anyways. What do you think? What is the bittersweet putrid scent that Syaoran identified? Leave me your answers in a review.