Date posted: Wednesday, March 7th, 2007
Edited: I wish. (hint, hint)
Chapter Warnings: Language.
Rated: R to very hard R
Disclaimer: I wish Sai was here already, damnit! (See, language!)
Facing the World Alone
By: Mira Watanabe
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Chapter Five :: Third person POV
The Beginning that Meet the End, II
Within the dark embrace of the night, Kuroi Karasu was leaning alongside a street light, smoking a cig, when Shin got to his usual spot. The night was chilled bare skin faster than normal, and the clouds had yet to leave the sky. Not that it mattered anyway. The alleyways were darker than usual as well. There was a screeching sound of a cat fight happening a block away and a clang of metal from a tumbled trash can. Aaah... the night life.
Shin took the other side of the street light and held out a hand. Karasu handed him a cigarette before lighting it for the other boy. Their faces where illuminated briefly as the light stole away a part of the darkness. Darkness descended once more, winning an effortless battle, as Karasu put his lighter away and Shin breathed deeply the glorious stick of nicotine.
“How’s life treating you, Gay-fucker?”
Shin blew a puff smoke as ebony orbs slid towards Karasu, “Wonderfully.”
“Heh, you look like shit warmed over,” Karasu laughed, throwing the filter from his cig over his shoulder, not caring where it land.
Shin just took another drag of his.
“Whatever man,” Karasu sighed, “I was just saying. It’s not like you’d get many marks looking like trash off the street.”
Shin gave a bitter laughed, “You’d be surprised how desperate man can be.”
Karasu lifted an eyebrow, “Says you.”
Shin shrugged, but otherwise reframed from comment.
It had been over one year since Shin met Kuroi Karasu in the black alley of this very street, Jigoku no Akumu. Ironic that they should met under a circumstance of great peril, where Shin was being raped, mugged, and soon murdered. Shittiest luck ever known. Shin was hot-tempered fool then, as he was now, but more so than usual, with little in mind on how to take care of himself. Karasu, for the fist time in his life, felt sympathy for the fool, and had taken upon himself to take the younger boy under his wing. As simple as that seems, it was far from a walk in the part. Shin was wild. He thought of nothing but his suffering.
The decision was made the first moment Karasu looked into the tormented black eyes of the child. The three cuprites were put to shame by Karasu’s fighting skills. Street life taught him well in fain arts of defense and assault. In less than a minute, Karasu had the unconscious form of the fallen angel cradled within his arms.
It was then that he made a promise to keep the boy, no more than three years younger than he, safe from harm’s way. But the boy soon showed that he had more problems than fighting. Karasu found that not only did he have to keep the streets away from Shin, but he had to keep Shin from himself.
Fighting and sex proved to be the only outlet for the tormented youth, Karasu discovered, but neither took the void from those black eyes. Like a shadow, Karasu guided the boy into the only life he knew of, the life of the streets. He taught him how to fight, when and where to fight, and who to fight. He taught him the art of prostitution and how to not get caught in the act. How to bypass the fluff.
Shin proved to be a great student. Nay, a master. He had no qualms about his life, death, or pain. He fought like a demon of hell; a wayward angel that had gone wrong.
The student swiftly surpassed the master, but still Karasu watched his charge, as the anger burned deep into the boy’s soul. Yet, even still, Karasu hoped to fill the void within those beautiful eyes. And so, a sort of friendship arose between them. A mutual trust.
Karasu finds the good marks, Shin fucks them (if they’re his type), and Karasu fucks everything else. The payment at the end is all that matters, no matter what.
Karasu gave a small laugh at this thought. Yeah, they were a unique team.
Shin drops the last of his cig and crushes it under his boot, “Any new marks?”
The other man shakes his head and sighs, “No, just the regulars.”
Shin grunts at that, “After work, want to go to The Club?”
“Is that a proposal for a date?” Karasu smirks.
Shin glairs.
“Sure,” Karasu laughs hastily before lightly punching the other boy on the shoulder, “But not until six. I have to talk with Toji after my shift.”
“Yeah,
talk,” Shin smirks before leaving with the sound of masculine laughter trailing behind him.
The Club was nothing like Blood-Black Roses. It was a rich kid’s establishment, very sleek, very modern, very big, very new, and very expensive. Shin walked to the employee’s entrance and knocked. The side panel was opened to Yumi’s smiling visage.
“SHIIIN!” came the girlish scream as the redhead latched onto him spider monkey style.
Shin tumbled back a bit with a grunt, upsetting the girl in his arms.
She smacked him on the head, “I’m not that heavy, baaaaaaaaka ni!”
“No, but you sure pack a punch,” Shin smirked.
Yumi squealed happily with an over enthusiastic hug.
“Y-yu-miii, can’t... breath,” Shin gasped over the ringing of his ears, looking peevish.
Yumi lets go before dragging the boy into the club. A guard closed and locks the back entrance for them as they walk towards the lounge. Ayami is the second to great him. Ayami Takanochi was a slender, 5”5’, with indigo hair, and a melancholy tilt to her tone. Even resting on the couch, she was gorgeous.
“Yumi-koi, let Shin-kun take a break for once. The poor boy’s been on his knees all day,” Ayami smiles at her girlfriend and Yumi blushes tomato red.
Shin nod to her in greeting, “How was work?”
Ayami shrugs, “Same old, same old.”
Yumi and Ayami were stripers here at The Club. The pay was good, the work lousy, but it was a living. In the afternoons, both girls worked on the family sex shop, Midnight Pleasures, at night, they where best damn stripers in all of Sendai, Japan. They helped Shin and Karasu find good marks on the side for a 1000 yen charge and the occasional protection from the surrounding gangs. No one has messed with Midnight Pleasures since they teamed up with the mysterious boy less than a year ago.
Yumi pounces bedsides her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her for comfort. Ayami smiles, kisses her cheek, and looks back a Shin, “We need a waiter tomorrow if you’re interested. Niki has to go to his little girl’s play tomorrow, so we are going to need some extra help for the Friday night bombard.”
Yumi groans at the thought of all that work and hides her head under her girlfriend’s shoulder. Ayami laughs and pats her thigh, “We could use all the help we can get.”
“I’ll be over after school,” Shin rests against the other couch, propping his legs on the table, with a beer at hand, given to him by the flirtatious guard.
Yumi claps her hands and punches the air above her head in triumph, “Yes!”
Shin ignores her, popping open the beer and taking a deep drag.
An hour is spent talking about life, marks, and how to get the most for what they do, selling their body, before Karasu joins in looking positively haggard. Shin comments on who is the one looking like shit now and gets the bird in return. Soon it is only the two men left, as Yumi and Ayami had to leave for bed so they can wake up and run their shop at noon. Kito, the third shift’s manager, then kicks them out with a warning that they had work at 5 sharp and no later; Karasu always working weekend shifts.
The sun was up by then, as they walked down the rundown streets of the downtown Kagoshima. Both were drunk off their ass, so instead of taking Karasu’s bike, they walked towards the older man’s home. That was before Karasu suddenly stopped.
“Damnit!” Karasu throws his body onto the nearest wall and slides down, startling Shin from his drunken haze.
“What the fucking hell was that for?” Shin sends a chilling glair down at his friend.
“Damnit, damnit, GOD DAMNIT!” Karasu bangs his head on the brick wall behind him in distress, obvious to his friend’s evil look.
Shin simply watches his antics, denying him the satisfaction of commenting.
Karasu gives a defeated sigh, “Toji kicked me out of the house.”
“That’s fucked up, Raven,” Shin simply replies.
Karasu smiles, despite his situation, at the old nickname, “That’s me… bad luck reincarnated.”
Shin snorts, “Shove it and come on.”
Karasu shakes his head, “I don’t take charity, Gay-fucker.”
Shin glairs once more, “I don’t give fucking charity, asshole. I am simply returning a debt.”
Karasu rolls his eyes.
“Stop being a fucking enfant, Kuroi Karasu, and get you ass moving.” Shin walks off. Leaving his “friend” behind and caring not if he follows.
The older man does as ordered and dusts himself off before jogging to catch up. “What the hell is your fucking problem, Shin!”
Black eyes glair trough black bangs and a void of darkness surrounds Karasu, “Stop with the over dramatics, Kuroi, it is getting pathetic.”
Karasu growled, falling behind a bit, “What the fuck do you know anyway, Shin? When was the last time
you were in a serious relationship?”
There was a pause in Shin’s step, nothing more, but it caused Karasu to second guess his words. Surly it was just a trick to his imagination; Shin never reacted much to what he said. Even Shin’s laughter was a fraud, a mask put on for the illusion of normalcy for others.
“Shin?”
“Come on, Kuroi, if you wish to stay the night. I have to leave for school soon. Don’t make me late,” came the emotionless voice, promising dire consciences if ignored.
Walking a random rout, Shin takes them to Tomu’s to retrieve his keys, then across the street to Blood-Black Roses. Nether say a single word to the other. The sun was quickly rising, it would be eight soon. Already Shin was later for class. With Karasu following behind, Shin goes toward the laundry room for Wednesday’s gray shirt and Levies. Putting the next wash in, then throwing the towel and wash cloth at the other man.
“The bathroom upstairs only has hot water now. Take one of the guestrooms until Toji comes to his senses,” Shin scratches his balls, grabs his bag, and proceeds to leave, “You know where everything is. Don’t leave the house, I’m locking everything up. Sleep. I’ll be back to pick you up before work.”
Shin left with his keys, locking the only door he uses, the others being cemented shut long ago.
Karasu shook his head, whispering, “Sayonara... watashi no enjeru.”
Karasu walks around the bar-turned-home, remembering the last time he was there after a particular bad fight against a rouge gang that ambushed him and left him to die. Funny, they were the same gang he saved his bastard of a friend from… only with reinforcements.
He laughed, “Debt, ne?” he shakes his head, “Shin no baka, you forgot that that debt has already been paid, over and over again.”
If it weren’t for Shin finding him that day, he’d be as good as dead. It was perhaps the first and last time Karasu had ever seen any emotion in those ebony jewels, a mixture of emotions that he couldn’t decipher, there was for the briefest of moments. Shin had miraculously nursed him back to health, kept him living when all he wanted was to disappear. No matter how much he struggled, Shin did not let him give up and leave this hellish existence.
Nothing has changed. Even then, after Karasu was healed, Shin left him alone, locked up, in this place. “This bird needs to fly!” where his angry words at the time, when Shin came back three days later. It wasn’t until a month after the incident that he found out Shin had nearly exterminated the gang that almost done him in, the leader sent to ICU by a gun shot wound. No one was really dead, but sure wishing for it.
Karasu chuckled at the boy’s antics as he walked towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he stood shocked as he stared at nothing.
“GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKER LEFT ME WITHOUT FOOD!”
Chapter One End: To Be Continued
Annoying Authors Notes:
Aaah! I hate the fact that Shin started to be nicer in this chapter and Kuroi more of a pussy, but that is they way they wanted to act. Muses, never wanting to go the way you planned for them to go. ((sighs)). I guess that is what I get for putting this story down for two years. Heh.
Poor Karasu, he has nothing to eat. Ha ha! Shin three, Karasu zero.
GAD! I have so much work this week. Midterms for us college bound student. Hate it. ((twitches)) Sorry about the overly long updates, I hope to update one to two times a week, but things hardly go the way I plan. Last month was anything but exciting; I had a horrible fight with a friend that thinks I am trying to steal her ugly boyfriend. Pheeeeeh! (That was a raspberry… heh.)
Until next time,
Ja ne!
Chapter Notes:
Jigoku no Akumu - Hellish Nightmare
Baka - Stupid, idiot...
Sayonara... watashi no enjeru - Good bye... my angel.
Shin no baka - Shin, you idiot.
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