Broken: Part Two “Just Another Day”

4/19/00

By: Hikari

Notes: Rin-san, would you mind posting the “Broken” series in the “From the Heart” section of your page? It may not fit the storyline now, but it will later. Thankies ^_^.

All disclaimer apply.

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Okay, so I decided to go. The rain stopped a few hours ago, and Yusuke’s Kaasan, Atsuko – I believe- decided to invite us over for dinner. Not that I’m hungry, but I overheard that Yukina would be there. I don’t know, maybe when we get there I’ll pass on the sushi. Ugh… easy around the corners Kurama, I really don’t want to have one in your car.

“Are you okay? You’re turning green.”

Oh yes, I’m happy and as fresh as a daisy. “I’ll live.”

“I told you to go easy on the sake.”

You can shut up now. Alright Hiei take it easy. It’s the sake; it’s making you irritable. CONTROL yourself. As soon as this car stops, get out and sit down. That’s all there is to it. SIT.

We pass another turn, and drive up Yusuke’s street. It’s rather quiet, all I can hear is the splashing of water from the tires grinding on the asphalt. Kurama stopped the car in the driveway and put it on park. Note to self: never drink before a road trip. Better yet: CUT DOWN ON THE ALCOHOL. Alcohol. That shady, sticky liquid sloshing about my mouth- numbing my nerves. This is so stupid. I’m dependent on a drink. What’s worse is that I’m aware of it. When did I start anyway? A month ago? Two months perhaps?

“Hiei…”

I get nudged on the shoulder.

“Common’ lets go.” My friend motions for me to get out of the car, and gingerly I remove the seat belt. Jeez, am I slow. Getting out, Kurama closes the door behind me and locks up. Walking up the concrete pathway to the doorstep, my accomplice rings the bell. There’s a buzz, and the door is opened by the infamous Yusuke Urameshi. Heh, his hair is gelled-up again. I hope he knows that he’ll get balled if he overdoes it. This coming from an alcoholic, how many times have I enthused this already? Must be guilt.

“Hic.” Oops.

Kurama sweat drops and ushers me inside. Yusuke, on the other hand, scratches his head curiously. I shake off Kurama’s hand from my shoulder. I CAN guide myself in this place. I just want a chair. Following the unusually light conversation, I peer though a doorway. The living room is incredibly bright, I have to squint a little to keep from falling over. Who’s here? Keiko, Atsuko, Botan, the moron, and we can’t forget Yukina.

“Hic.” Crap, great entrance.

Botan smiles and waves happily, gesturing for us to join. Kurama immediately smiles back and offers to open some sodas, while accomplish my task, I sit. The floor table is completely covered with a huge platter of colorful sushi. On the side, wasabi and soy sauce. Very nice display, I admit. The food was arranged in flower shapes and designs. But the patterns… my head.

Yukina places her hand on my shoulder, I look over and spy the ring. It’s pretty actually. I have no doubt that Kuwabara went out of his way to save, but can he really afford a wedding?

“Would you like some Hiei-san? I made this platter for you.” She holds out a small platter. The dish is white to contrast with the colors of the sushi. I notice that the rolls have been turned to the side to give off the color black. The rolls were put together carefully to form the shape that resembles my Kokuryhua. Wow… she really spent a lot of time.

“Um… thank-you.” Well I can’t say: ‘no’ right?!?!

So I ate the whole dish. Yukina looked pleased. I felt pleased. My stomach did not. Lightly, I tug at Atsuko’s sleeve to ask where the restroom is.

“Down the hall to your right.”

As soon as I’m out of sight, I run for it and slam the door behind me. Opening the lid, I begin to vomit. I had no idea my stomach could suck far in and nearly touch my spinal cord like that! To my dismay, the force becomes much stronger, making me bend over into the bowl further. This truly hurts. My ribs ache and my throat feels acidicly sore. I know my eyes are watering because everything is blurring. When I finally finished after a half-an-hour of bawling, I flushed the toilet and washed up. I didn’t bother looking into the mirror.