A Street Dancer with a Black Bandana (Xiaoven)

Twenty-Nine: My darling.

Tw: panic attacks, drug mentions, and s/icid@l thoughts.

November 1st, 9.47 am.

Venti flops onto his bed, sighing. He had just gotten off work, and Xiao was at practice. He stares at the wall, and sighs. He feels his phone vibrate a few times, making him groan, as he checks it.
A few messages from Diluc.

Luc <3
"Hey, you okay?"
"Have you seen the news?"
"Venti, please be careful."

He was confused at this. What happened, whyd he have to be even more careful?
He stands up, walking to the living room, clicking on the tv. Waiting for it to turn on, once it does he turns it to the news, a extremely familiar face appears.

"Alix Seymour released from prison after seven year prison sentence." The reporter's words fill Venti's ears, "He was released sometime yesterday."

Venti's body begins to shake violently, and he gets up quickly and running to the bathroom, staring at the mirror in horror. Tears streaming from his eyes, smearing the eyeliner he applied previously, and he sobs into his hand, and slams open the cabinet, shakily grabbing bottles of his medication.

He shakily opens it, some of the pills dropping into his hand. He ignores the violent vibrations from his phone, signifying someones calling.

He drops the bottle, the pills going down the drain, "MOTHERFUCKER!" He yells out, his vision blurring. He grabs two more, shakily opening them, but the same action happens, and he just drops the empty bottles, watching as the pills drop down the drain, onto the floor.
He slams shut the cabinet, hard enough to shatter the mirror connected to it.

He pulls his hair out of its bun, and stumbling out of the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide down his chest, and he pulls off his boots, throwing it against the wall, out of anger and frustration.

"FUCK!" He throws the other, it hitting a picture frame, breaking it and the glass shatters.

~

Xiao's tapping his foot slowly, listening for his cue. When he is about to play, the door slams open, and Kaeya is tripping over his feet in urgency.

"Xiao! Serious emergency!" He says, tripping again, his voice thick with his accent, as if he wasnt trying to hide it.

Zhongli looks at Kaeya, tilting his head, "How serious is this emergency, that you need to interrupt my orchestra?" He says, "A Venti emergency!" He says, panting.

Xiao immediately gets up, putting his violin in its case with ease, and he hops off the stage, grabbing his backpack, and he bows to Zhongli, "I'm so sorry, Morax. I'll make it up to you." Zhongli nods softly, "Please be careful, Alatus."

Xiao nods, following Kaeya, "Diluc should have texted you what's wrong, but, its serious and Venti hasn't answered any calls. It's been two hours since. I know you cant check your phone, but anyways! Let's go!" He drags Xiao to his car. A basic black five seater.

Xiao gets into the passenger seat, and Kaeya starts the car, pulling out quickly.

~

Kaeya hadn't even stopped all the way when Xiao got out, stumbling up the steps, struggling to get the keys from his pocket, unlocking the door.

When he opens it the apartment is wrecked. The bookshelf is knocked down, a few broken glasses, Venti's shirt is on the floor, his boot on the floor, next to shattered picture frames, the table contents are swiped across the floor. He looks at the bathroom, the lights on, and he gasps in horror at the mess. The pill bottles thrown about with the contents on the floor, the cabinet is fucked. The shards of glass in the sink, on the floor.