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Post by Ryoko Nakahara on Apr 3, 2016 5:44:05 GMT
 i'm alive! i'm alive! between the good and bad is where you'll find me It was always relaxing when she managed to be able to get on the roof alone. It was a place where plenty of people spent their time, but she liked it most when it was quiet. She had lunch but she didn't much feel like eating. Really she felt like taking a god damned nap. Her shift last night had been awful and she was pretty sure someone had actually helped her back to her apartment. She hated when people started buying her drinks on the job, but she got better tips when she didn't turn idiots down. Her head was killing her and she was pretty sure her notes were a mess. Considering she was sure she passed out in English, and woke up with ink on her face. She managed to wipe it all off but it would have been mortifying had she cared about what any of these dead beats in this school thought about her. Still, it was better than taking her clothes off for a crowd, and turning tricks in the back room for extra cash. She wouldn't get that low. She'd start pushing drugs before she started doing that crap. Ryoko sat down near the edge, popping the cap on her bottle of water and drinking half of it right off the bat. She needed water, it would kill the hangover, or so she'd hoped. She was just glad she woke up early enough to shower or she would have come in smelling like a distillery. That wouldn't have flown with her professors she knew that much. She just wanted a day to relax every now and again, but she couldn't take off a weekend. Tips were too good. At least, however, she didn't work after classes today. So long as they didn't call her in. She should probably turn her phone off when she got home. She couldn't do with a whole five days before she got her next day off, she really couldn't. Not with work and swimming. The alcohol heavy nights, as rare as they were, were doing hell on her club activities as well. She knew treating her body like shit wasn't going to give her better times. She just needed to squirrel away enough money before winter hit and things slowed down at the bar. |
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Post by Hikaru Oshiro on Apr 21, 2016 0:28:21 GMT
{ I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home? Hikaru continued to glance over his shoulder as he ran. It seemed like no matter how fast he tried to run, the boys following him seemed to be able to keep up. He held one hand onto his side, groaning a little as he tried to keep his pace up. Underneath the shirt of his uniform, he was almost positive bruises were beginning to form from his little run in. He could have sworn he'd already paid these guys off, but then again, all of his days were beginning to blend together. He couldn't have been too sure one way or another. He dipped into another hall way, shoes squeaking against the floor at his sharp turn as he tried to keep his grip and not go crashing into a wall. Faster. You have this. He had to give himself reassurance as he realized the others hadn't quite made it around the corner yet. His blue eyes darted around quickly as he tried to find an escape from the halls. Then in dawned on him. The roof was near by. It was doubtful the three idiots on his tail would even think of that.Hikaru sprinted toward his destination, reaching the stairs and climbing up as fast as he could so the others wouldn't hear the sound as he made his way up. As soon as he's reached the top, he pushed open the door, raising an eyebrow to see that he wasn't alone, but quickly dropping it as he turned around to close the door. Then, panting and out of breath, he put his back against the door, slowly sliding down. He didn't speak just yet, but he pulled a couple of white capsules out of his pocket and popped them into his mouth, finding the swallowing much harder then usual as he struggled to breath from all of his running.One hand stayed clutched to his side, and he looked up at the sky for a moment before finally lowering them onto the dark haired girl again. "Hey." His voice was very monotone and timid despite the type of person he was. He winced a little at the pain on his side from where the others had taken out a bit of their rage when they'd managed to catch him the first time. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to stay up here for just a while." His tone was quiet, but usually it was at least loud enough for people to hear what he was saying. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ryoko Nakahara on Apr 21, 2016 3:26:25 GMT
i'm alive! i'm alive! between the good and bad is where you'll find me The slamming of the door sounded like a gunshot to her, and that was saying something as she had actually heard more than one of those. She winced, attempting to rub the hurt out of the center of her forehead to no avail. She was pretty tempted to bitch at him, but that would require talking and really, she didn't know she had the energy for that. Her eyes followed the white pills the boy popped and honestly she was tempted to ask if she could buy one off him. Junkies on 'scripts usually stuck to pain killers and she could really use one right now. She's recognize if it was molly. She pushed enough of it to know that the shit didn't usually look usual.As a rule she strayed away from the really hard shit, but hell even molly would help right now. She wasn't convinced either way yet, but she could tell the kid was trouble just by looking at him. Besides, you didn't normally get chased when you didn't do something to deserve it. Even kids bullying other kids usually gave up if they ran fast enough."Do what you have to. Might be less trouble to bite the bullet." She hummed, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes against the wave of a headache that reared it's ugly head back into her skull. The throbbing was ever persistent. "Please tell me that's pain shit, not head shit, how much would it run me to bum one from you?" She asked, pressing her tongue to the top of her mouth to try and relieve some of the pressure. She still wasn't convinced because if it was going to cost her an entire night's tips to stop her head from throbbing then it wasn't worth it in the end. She did the extra suffering to get ahead with money not to flush is into her system with drugs, but damn she could really fucking use something to kill this headache and this looked like her best chance because over the counter shit wouldn't cut it even if she did have any on hand. She had taken a couple tylenol before bed but they never even took the edge off.
She knew it was a shit plan to ask a junkie considering she knew how this system worked. The price increased the further from the source you got, and this kid was probably last in line. Especially when she could just hit up her uncle, not that she would. Her pride wouldn't even allow for her to do something so stupid. She couldn't afford getting caught when he inevitably asked her to push some product for him. |
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Post by Hikaru Oshiro on Apr 21, 2016 3:48:03 GMT
{ I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home? Hikaru didn't really do much to acknowledge her first statement. He just kind of shrugged. He bit the bullet enough times with them, and their hunger now was probably a little more intense then he wanted to feel just yet. He could always make the pain go away, but he really kind of enjoyed the fact that all of his fingers still functioned correctly.Resting his head on the back of the building, he watched as the woman seemed to struggle with discomfort. He could spot hungover from a mile away, and her question only confirmed it. Hikaru held up his hands, two fingers up on right and five on his left. "Twenty five a capsule, at least the first time." His voice was still very soft and almost monotone. Most people wanted more than one, and if this woman even asked, she was probably going to as well. He slid his hand back into his jacket to hold onto his side, breathing finally evening out a bit. Really it was supposed to be fifteen the first time, twenty-five the second, and then up from there. He got them for two thirds of that with his connections, but it was becoming apparent that he could really use the cash right about now. Besides, he'd usually end up with more for himself and then split the difference. "However, if you want something better, I've got it. But it'll be at least seventy-five." That he wasn't even sure if he was willing to part with even one of at this moment in time.
In all honestly, Hikaru felt like he was being a little generous considering usually he jacked it up much higher then twenty-five. When people were desperate enough, they'd bite. Maybe he was afraid she'd offer him up to the sharks in the hallway. Either way, he continued to wear the same emotionless stare as he waited for her answer. His painkillers were starting to set in. At least that was nice. Maybe he would take a few more later before he went home, considering they'd probably be waiting for him somewhere along the way. Maybe then they'd be a bit worn out too on top of it all. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ryoko Nakahara on Apr 21, 2016 4:20:08 GMT
i'm alive! i'm alive! between the good and bad is where you'll find me "Fuck that shit." Ryoko said, the words falling from her mouth before she even really contemplated it. She had a hangover she wasn't bleeding out on her kitchen floor, there was no way she was going to shell out for that. She knew her way around the block, but considering where they were most people here she was sure did not. He could get away with charging absurd prices in a one pony town like this. To be fair she didn't know what exactly it was the kid was selling, but the prices hadn't changed that much since she was her parent's adorable little mule. She worked in a bar that didn't look too hard at IDs and didn't care if their waitresses might still be in high school, she saw enough shit in the damn place go down. "What do you have in your pocket kid gold?" She snipped, crossing her arms. "I have a hangover I'm not some strung out junkie you could ask whatever you wanted to for a hit." she grumbled. Besides, if that was the street price of whatever he was selling she didn't need it. she wasn't looking to shoot up, she just needed something a little stronger to take the edge off. She had no qualms about getting a little help every now and again. However, she wasn't looking to turn into her parents, and start pushing for her uncle just so she could skim off the top.Ryoko was half tempted to call him out, cut the crap she'd been pushing since age nine but she didn't exactly like giving out her secret. She was from the city and her name had been in the papers when she was a kid, and while most people didn't recognize her strictly by face, when she mentioned her past it was easy for someone to go oh, that Nakahara. Because her uncle was still top dog in the area. Or he was damned close. She was hung over and a grouch. She could hear her heart drumming in her head, feel the blood pumping against her skull. She could suffer through it but she would prefer to get some decent prices out of the punk. "I know with the small town idiots you can probably get away with that bull, but it's a scam and you very well know it." She grumbled, taking a drink of her water, and hoping that getting re-hydrated might help even a little. She was pretty heavily saying never again in her mind but she'd made a killing in tips last night, and she could pretty much pay her rent with it, so she knew she wouldn't be able to pass it up again. |
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Post by Hikaru Oshiro on Apr 21, 2016 4:39:53 GMT
{ I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home? This woman was smarter then the lot of them. Usually random school kids who wanted to be bad were clueless on the prices of just about anything or they'd be willing to pay more because they hadn't a clue where to get anything otherwise. He kept his face as straight as ever even though his price range seemed to urk the woman in some way, which he always counted on as a possibility. Hikaru shrugged at her whole gold in his pocket comment. To someone like him, it might as well of been. Then she was calling him out on his prices, and it made him sure that she wasn't knew to this. He pressed his lips together.
Hikaru reached a hand into the other jacket pocket, the one he hadn't pulled his own pilled out of. He held up a small bag, containing probably five or six pills. At least, there were about six the last time he'd counted it. There were certain days he didn't really trust his math though or his memory on whether or not he consumed some. However, he didn't bother to re-check it as he just held it up for her to see. "Ten bucks and you can have this whole bag." They weren't really up to his standard anyways, though he was sure he'd still be missing his back ups later if he didn't get his hands on some more cash soon. It kind of made him cringe selling anything for that cheap in this town, but he'd never let that show. He'd stolen these from a sleeping friend anyways. "Does that sound better?"He wondered if those guy were still looking for him or going to wait for him. Being up on the roof was such a waste of time when he should have really been out trying to find more ways to just pay them back already regardless of the fact that he had been pretty sure he had. Maybe it was just another one of those situations where he'd stupidly spent it all before giving it to them. Hikaru wasn't an idiot, he was just desperate way too often, and it put him in the dumbest situations. "If not, then I'm afraid I can't really help." He frowned, finally shifting his expression a little bit, though it was more so for himself than for her sake. He'd given up on feeling sorry for people a long time ago. Having emotions for others would just get him hurt. Or worse, it would end up getting the other person hurt. He'd made that mistake once, and even if it turned out with only himself in pain, it was still far too much of a close call. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ryoko Nakahara on Apr 21, 2016 6:33:36 GMT
i'm alive! i'm alive! between the good and bad is where you'll find me *Ryoko snorted at the severe price drop. More like it, that was. It was a bit much. She really only needed one or two to stave her off until she was out of classes and could get coffee, or pass out face down in her apartment wherever she managed to collapse. "More like it. Let's see." She said. She reached out to steady the bag so she could see the contents properly. They checked out, at least he wasn't trying to pawn prescription ibuprofen on her, because she could just pop the extra ones to make up the difference in dosage if she was looking for that.
"It'll do." She said, letting go of the bag and picking up her bag and rifling through it until she had the money he asked for. All in singles, but money was money. She didn't need the whole bag but she figured she could stash them until the next time she needed them. Whether it was another hangover or like that time she broke her knuckles breaking one of her customer's jaw when he grabbed her ass. She was pretty sure he had to eat out of straw for a few weeks so her slight pain was worth it. Still sucked setting her hand, and still serving while it healed. These would help in times like those.
When the money was exchanged and the product was hers, she popped one and swallowed easily without preamble. She rolled it on her tongue for a moment before swallowing, just to make sure he hadn't sold her a bag of sugar pills made to look like the real stuff. She probably would have broken he nose and fed him to the wolves that had been chasing him earlier. After she stole his wallet of course, had they been. She had contemplated for a moment to crush them up before swallowing, they would absorb faster, but that would be a bit too much of a junkie move.
"Word to the wise, don't be strung out on the same shit you're trying to push. You gonna be popping pills? Fine, sell something else. You start taking your own product and you end up with a shit show like that." He said, jerking her thumb toward the door even though she was sure no one was actually on the other side of it. It was small time shit. Literally a good dealer's first rule, and it was stupid that he clearly didn't know it. |
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Post by Hikaru Oshiro on Apr 21, 2016 7:26:53 GMT
{ I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home? Hikaru probably should have cared more about what was going on here, and the fact that he'd all but given up on trying to scam her, but he didn't really have to energy to keep on with it. Not today. He felt defeated every single day of his life, but this day he'd just been feeling more exhausted then usual, not that he'd let anyone in on that information. He didn't dare shift his outside face to let on, preferring to look cold rather then walk around as sad as he really was inside all the time.He kept his eyes on her as she examined the merchandise, wondering how she was going to feel about it. He was just content that it was stolen from someone he knew and he was still making free money out of it. When he received payment and she took it, Hikaru just leaned his head back against the door wondering how long he should stick around before they'd probably given up or planned on waiting near his house.His vision went back to her when she spoke again, and Hikaru simply shrugged. "At least it keeps life interesting." It also kept it painful, which he felt he was completely deserving of. He'd never meant to start selling in the first place. He'd never meant to do a lot of things. When his friend had originally gotten him hooked, Hikaru had been struggling so hard to keep up and find money. Then he'd suggested he worked for him as well, since he was always doing other things for him, he didn't think it'd be a big deal. He'd explained that he'd have a lot more money to be able to buy more and whatever else he'd needed. It was true. He made more money, but it slipped through his fingers so much faster this way. because he couldn't stop screwing up. He'd asked once if he could just got back to doing the other things he'd needed done, but he was just too far in. He might have wanted to disappear, but Hikaru wasn't really sure he wanted to die. Though the ones he hung around with probably wouldn't have killed him, he was sure that those higher on the food chain would. Everything he did now that he was so far in with the wrong crowd had dangerous potential if he'd screwed up.
Hikaru let out a soft sigh. I may make stupid decisions, but at least I'm smarter then they are. For the most part. He was good at finding ways to dodge and outrun people. He was also pretty talented at talking people into giving him time. It wasn't like he didn't get beat a lot and often, but at least he'd always put up a fight. He kind of almost liked the pain. It was a break from the apathetic pit his life had become. His entire existence just felt pathetic to him. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ryoko Nakahara on Apr 26, 2016 2:26:03 GMT
i'm alive! i'm alive! between the good and bad is where you'll find me *The girl snorted at the other's words as she went back to leaning against the wall. She took a few swallows of her water just to rid her chest of the tight feeling that always came after swallowing pills dry. It was stupid really, what the boy said. She knew it was probably just a front, of course. Despite being long out of the gang scene she still remembered how it went. She wondered if any of them knew where her brother fucked off to. She'd like to give him a piece of her mind.
"If that's what you call interesting." She said, shrugging her shoulders. She called it something far different. Living in terror of the next time someone would fuck up and she'd be on the wrong side of someone's weapon. Of memories of stitching up her brother on the kitchen floor. Of memories of stitching herself up on the kitchen floor. She shuddered. "I'm pretty sure that's just a quick way to end up in a shallow grave on the side of a country road." She said rolling her shoulders. It was one of her greatest fears, but so long as she never did anything to directly piss off her uncle she would be fine. It didn't matter that she hid from him so long as she didn't cross him, or join up with a competitor.
"Soon it ain't gonna be the lackeys coming after you sweet cheeks. I promise you don't wanna deal with the puppeteers." She added after a moment. You piss off the wrong people long enough and they send someone to end you, because sure you can't collect money from a dead person but you sure as hell wouldn't lose any more money to a dead man. Not to mention she was pretty sure he liked all his fingers where they were. She had never been scared of the men who were sent to kill her parents. They walked in, seemed like the usual perps. Suppliers, Dealers, it didn't really matter they were normal enough to see around the house. A little too clean cut maybe, but she didn't ask questions. She hadn't even been all that scared after the gun shots. They didn't even pay her any mind when they left her home. She didn't like the thought of it happening to other people, though. |
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Post by Hikaru Oshiro on Apr 26, 2016 5:04:43 GMT
{ I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home? Hikaru shrugged. He knew that all of his life choices were going to end up in death one day. It's not like he particularly wanted to die, he just wanted to disappear completely. Like he'd never even existed. Obviously that wasn't a literal option, so it often made him wonder if dying would really be all that bad. Being murdered might have sounded horrible to some, but pain was all he'd ever really known. He might have had less of it now that his father was gone, but it didn't mean he wasn't getting in more trouble to make up for it. He wasn't a masochist. He didn't enjoy it. If nothing else, he got into the situations he did feeling like he deserved it for existing in the firstfr place, something he was sure he'd never admit out loud. He'd sound like a lunatic. Then again, he wasn't sure he wasn't anymore despite his unusually almost apathetic demeanor.She was right about the puppeteers. He knew it was going to happen one day. He wasn't entirely sure how long in the future it would take to end up with a problem like that, but he always assumed he'd get there one day. He really didn't care about what happened to him, but there were only two actual people worth protecting. The boy next door, Reisi, for whatever god damn reason that had to be, but he would never tell another soul anything about him again. He'd learned his lesson the first time, and he'd kept his distance. It wasn't like they were friends or anything, so as long as Hikaru kept his mouth shut, he would be safe. The only one who knew about him wasn't coming back any time soon.The only other issue was his uncle. He actually made the effort to pretend to care. Hikaru would never believe him, but he'd somehow worked his way onto Hikaru's list of those he might feel guilty about getting hurt or killed. He wasn't sure how he'd done it, and Hikaru made a note to himself to work on not caring about him once more. It would just be easier that way. Attachments would hold him back, and besides, he didn't deserve to have any. Finally, Hikaru decided to respond to her after a moment of thought. "It's not like I have anything to loose." He spoke in his usual soft voice, but spoke as though it was no big deal. Even if he didn't want to go through whatever pain they might want to inflict, he'd never shown fear. He couldn't, because looking vulnerable made it easier for others to take advantage of you. "You seem to know a lot about a lot of things." He just wanted to switch the topic away from him, not ever being one to really want to talk about himself. The more people knew the more of a mark he'd leave one day, and that was no way to disappear. "Who do you run with?" She had to be a member of some gang or at least acquainted with one. Maybe she just knew some people, though knowing people made it hard to not be dragged in. What exactly was her deal? His expression stayed the same, refusing to reflect his actual curiosity. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ryoko Nakahara on Apr 26, 2016 7:09:51 GMT
i'm alive! i'm alive! between the good and bad is where you'll find me *Ryoko bit her tongue at the questions. She knew she had given away too much about herself but she had really hoped the kid would leave well enough alone. Asking questions was often a good way to end up with stitches. She shook her head a shrugged. "I don't fuck with that shit anymore." She said simply, scoffing. The headache was already starting to dissipate and for that she was glad at least. "Got out before I got too far in, but then the only reason I didn't get hunted down was because my connections want me to come groveling back to them. M'not originally from around here. Grew up in Tokyo, though I think they got their claws out this far at least.. Transferred in midway through my freshman year. Last name's Nakahara. If that rings any bells." She said with a snort. More than likely if it did it would be her parents or her uncle that came to mind. Her Uncle especially. Though her sob story had been posted in the paper for a few days after the murder of her parents, notorious drug lords and all. Killed in their home with their young daughter just in the other room, unscathed.
If people made the connections on their own she didn't so much mind people knowing, usually it meant they had some sort of dealings with the wrong crowd if they recognized her by name alone. She had never been on anyone's radar personally. She was the little girl that sometimes made her parent's deliveries. Of course, once that bit her in the ass, but it hadn't been her they had been after. The buyer assumed that her parents had some sort of fond feelings for their child, despite the fact that they were more than willing to use her as a pack mule and send her into drug houses, only to be left bleeding on their doorstep. They never even found out about it, really, she'd dragged herself to the kitchen and stitched herself up all before the two imbeciles even woke up from their stupor. Things always went south when you were selling the same shit you were addicted to. She witnessed that first hand.
"I'm clean more or less, some skeevy stuff had to be done so I could survive on my own and be as far away from my them as possible, but hopefully after I graduate I'll have a full ride and I can stop even that," She said with a shrug. Of course, she still wasn't above buying some pain killers from a junkie when her hangover was too bad but that was a moot point really.
"Don't go lyin to yourself. Only people with nothin' to lose are dead. Everybody else has something to keep them hangin on, or they'd bite the bullet one way or another." She said with a snort. That she knew. Whether it would be sheer carelessness that got them killed, or something more deliberate it didn't matter. When you run out of things to live for you cease to exist. She'd seen that pretty thoroughly. Her parents wasted away until there was nothing less, and didn't even put up a fight when death called their number. "Trick is not to let that thing be the thing they hold over you." She said with a shrug. Be it cowardice or something more tangible it didn't matter. There was always something to make the living suffer more.
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Post by Hikaru Oshiro on May 3, 2016 0:08:18 GMT
{ I thought I'd let you know That these things take forever, I especially am slow, but I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home? She doesn't fuck with that shit anymore. Hmm. Hikaru tilted his head to the side actually showing a bit of interest in what she had to say there. She must have had some friends high up if she was in the life once and able to escape even if she wasn't too far in. Those who got out for even a moment seemed to be pulled back in one way or another. Hikaru had no real desire to get out himself, so he'd never even thought about it. He'd just accepted the way life was. He hadn't tried to get into the situation he was in, it just sort of happened that way. He didn't like pain, but it was still almost like he fed off of it in a way. It was confusing, and he himself hadn't even figured out exactly what was wrong with him. He really wished he could just disappear from the world. That way he wouldn't have to puzzle his brain with such stupid questions. He pushed away his thoughts and let her explanation finally make room in his brain."Hmmm." Hikaru leaned his head back against the door, glancing over her for a moment. He recognized the name. "Nakahara." He just wasn't entirely sure where he'd heard it from. At least not as first, but when he looked up at the sky and stopped looking for any recognition in her face, it came to him. "Are you by chance related to those Nakaharas? The famous and dead drug lord Nakaharas?" There was no sympathy in his voice even with his usual soft tone. He wasn't exactly the best at feeling sorry for anyone, even if there was a chance this might have been a touchy subject. "If I'm right there's still a Nakahara left roaming the scenes as well." He shrugged. "Not that I've come face to face." He was a little low on the food chain for that, but he was sure she'd already figured that out. Still, it wasn't like he was so low that he didn't hear things.A full ride. He let that thought ring in his mind. This girl obviously had better plans for her future, and didn't seem to have any intention on joining the world of her other family members. It made Hikaru think about how he had no actual plans for his own future. There was nothing he wanted to do. No places he wanted to see. He had no ambition. Things would probably stay the exact way they were now forever for him, and he couldn't have cared less. He deserved to be right where he was now for ever daring to be born in the first place. It was a little crazy to thing that way, but it's what he'd always been told. Over and over and over and over and over again.Her words made him think. "I'm not holding onto anything." There was only one thing he really enjoyed out of life, and that was seeing Reisi even if he barely spoke to the other boy, but he didn't really consider himself hanging onto getting to see his face. He might have if it wasn't for the fact that he would have been better off if Hikaru would've just gone and died already. He'd done nothing but cause trouble for him whether he knew it or not. First off, he was the spawn of the demons that took his parents out. Second off, he'd almost gotten him attacked. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't come around at the time he did. As far as he would ever let anyone know, the boy next door meant absolutely nothing to him. He'd made the mistake about talking about him once, and he'd never dare do it again. His eyes shifted back to the Nakahara girl. "Truth is there's no reason for my existence." He spoke like it was no big deal at all to him. I only cause others pain and misery. "I'm not even sure why I'm still around." He shrugged with minimal effort put into the gesture. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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