Wasuranai KaraWritten by - Tsuki YomiWarnings - shounen-ai, language, in progress Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 "The Oblivion did everything but take away my thoughts of Vicious. In the end, all I saw was Vicious’s face. All I knew was pain. It was like my mind was being shredded, and the final shred was Vicious’s kiss…if Rumo talked to me, I didn’t know about it. I remembered Rumo…but I didn’t care. When the Oblivion wore off, I found I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even move. Just one pill, and I was hooked. I needed the Oblivion as much as I needed revenge…but which need was worse? I didn’t want to know." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" It had been almost a week since Gren had gotten hooked on Oblivion. Rumo had noticed something wrong, and finally said something about it. He was beginning to be truly worried. Gren didn’t answer. He heard Rumo’s voice as if through a distorter…he had no clue what was going on. "If this is about what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it. You don’t seem like the type to just…just…" Rumo stopped. He noticed the glazed look in Gren’s eyes. "Oh shit. Who gave you what, my beautiful one?" he whispered. Gren didn’t move. The next day, Rumo watched Gren in the exercise yard. He noticed the blue haired guy come up to him and hand him something in a piece of dirty cloth. There was some sort of exchange between the two, but Rumo didn’t catch it. He knew it would cause trouble to bother Gren now…especially if the cloth held what he suspected. Rumo knew the blue haired kid from somewhere…a big drug dealer on Earth and Mars…he knew Gren was in deep shit. He just hoped it wasn’t as deep as it looked. That night in their cell, Rumo poked around until he found the cloth. Inside were eight little white pills. Rumo had worked with drugs before, but this one…this one could be anything. The only thing he knew that was exclusive to Earth, though…was Oblivion. "Fuck…not this…how could you take this? Did you know what it was? Not you…you’re too innocent for this shit. Gren…" Rumo looked at Gren, laying on his bed. He was staring at the ceiling with those eyes… Rumo knew what Oblivion could do to you. The Red Dragon had been known to sell it under some other name…sell it as a fake. They used it to get rid of people…a witness without a memory was the same as no witness at all. The blue haired kid, though…he wasn’t part of the Red Dragon. He must have known exactly what it was. Chances were, Gren had known, too. Oblivion…a mind erasing drug. It had been developed in an Earthlab. Most of the stuff that came out of Earthlabs nowadays was shit…nothing to worry about…but Oblivion was old. It had been "perfected" for a long time. Oblivion had made its way all the way to Ganymede, now. It could pass through detectors unnoticed…it seemed like nothing to them. It had no odor and no defining code to it. But just one pill could do irreversible damage to the mind and its memory banks. In some cases, Oblivion fucked with the genetic structure, too. Rumo didn't really know much about that, but it sure as hell wasn't a good thing. The worst part about Oblivion was that once it was in your system, it could never fully be gotten rid of. Without it, strange shit happened to your body…and to your mind. More irreversible damage. Oblivion was expensive as all hell, though. If this was Oblivion…then how could Gren afford it? This was prison…no one had any fucking money here. "What have you done to yourself, Gren?" Rumo whispered. He wanted to wrap his arms around
Gren…but was scared to. He took the cloth and put it in his pocket. He was determined to
keep it away from his cellmate. Maybe, since Gren hadn’t been taking it too long, it would
be okay. Maybe. |