Knife Prty

Chapter.1

Hurling over the toliet Bowl for the nth time that morning, gagging and coughing sounds filling the entirety of the Hanagaki residence's second floor.

Drenched in sweat and greasy from not showering for so damn long, with the new addition of pure stomach acid mixed with saliva- dripping down his chin and the hem of his shirt.

Taking deep and shaky breaths, the blonde tried to calm himself down from yet another breakdown. His whole body shaking, and the blurred vision from the absolute waterfall of tears, wasn't helping at all.

He put a hand over his heart, gripping the fabric of his shirt- so tight he thought it would rip- the blonde tried to steady his heart, that was beating so intensly and fast.
Takemichi seriously though he was having a heart attack.

'Steady breaths.'

Loosening the grip on his shirt, he closed his eyes and breathed in, and then out.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Before finally after god fucking knows how long, he could breath again. His muscles relaxing after the adrenaline shit-storm, they were forced to endure. Sliding against the bathroom wall, the blonde weakly grabbed a random towel- which was already wet- and wiped his face with it, afterwards simply throwing it in a corner.

Once calming down compleatly, he stood up And made the mistake of looking straight at his reflexion.
Making him cringe and groan loudly.

He looked like a damn homeless junkie, which is funny- seeing as he lives in one of those 'richer' parts of the Town. With a modern -for the year 2005- design and two stories, including a huge basement and a small attic.

You may think that having wealthy parents is a dream Come true. Well, not for the life style Takemichi ' chose '.
- more like got dragged into, during a phase of fear and confusion.'

Since being a pre-schooler, when he at least remembered his mother still being around. He was casted out, adults whispering when they thought he wasn't looking or in the ear-shot.

Kids both his age and older, pointing at him and avoiding him, like he was some kind of freak.

Teenager's scoffing and rolling their eyes.

"Fuckin' spoiled brat."

"Damn cunt, wouldn't survive a day out here."

"Heard his parents got that hard cash, let's jump 'em."

Takemichi remembers them all, when guys twice if not at times thrice his size- would beat him up for simply existing, or to mug him.
When he was no older then 6-8 years Old.

Best part of it all, he never had cash on him. And his mother never bothered to do anything, when her child got ganged up on by people twice his age and size.

"It's your fault, don't be a nuisance and they won't touch you."

His mother wasn't really physical, unless she had a really shitty day- then he'd get slapped or get a book thrown at his head.
Mostly just mental, and severly neglective.

He remembers hiding in the bathroom, the doors locked. While his mother was throwing a tantrum about something once again.
Another thing he learned, never disturb her.

"You did it to yourself, Takemichi."

"If you stopped being such a damn crybaby and a fuckin' brat, then you wouldn't get hurt."

"It's like it would litearly kill you to just shut the fuck up, and not be a spoiled brat for even a fuckin' second!"

He only once saw his father- ever since he left when the blonde was like 4- for no longer then a total of 2 minutes.

Mother was fighting with him on the Phone the other day for hours, and to both of their surprise- he showed up unannounced, spared him a look or two, before grabbing some papers and leaving like he was never there.

Like he didn't just appear out of nowhere, and disappeare just as fast.

Like he didn't give him hope that he'd actually stay that time.

Whatever all those 'gangster' punks thought of him, was false.
He barely got the bare minimum as a child. Mostly slept on the couch, or if his mother came home from a hard day then he'd locked himself in the basement closet
- sleeping on top of a pile of blankets.-

(He learned the hard way, the bedroom wasn't a welcome place for him to sleep in.)

Eating mostly yoghurts, bread and leftovers from his mother. On better days he'd manage to steal some pocket change from her purse, and buy himself a crusty convenience store sandwich.

On Best ones, he'd have mild-warm take out, that his mother forgot about.

Toys? Only had one 5 year Old plushie of some sort of Cartoon character, that he didn't even know of. And which hasn't been washed in...like ever.

"You good in there?"

Running a hand thruought his hair, he cringed at how dirty and oily it was. When was the last time he showered? The blonde groaned, hangover from last night biting him in the ass.

"Don't tell me you fucking fell asleep again, Chi."

Takamichi groaned loudly at that, causing the door to open. And a tall guy walking thruout the door, chuckling before kneeling in front of him.

"Huh, you dyed your hair blonde? When did that happen."

He felt a hand in his hair, inspecting his now blonde locks. A sigh escaped his lips, his head slightly leaning closer to the touch.

Another chuckle left the two hair colored males throat, not stopping from 'petting'the smaller.

"For Real tho, when did this happen? Thought you went straight home after yesterday."

The blonde grimaced at that a bit, unknowingly leaning closer towards the taller's touch.

"Don't know really, i drank so much shit I thought I was gonna fuckin' die."

"Yeah, i know. It was a bitch to get you in place."

Takemichi rolled his eyes at the others snort.

"I'm not sure...But I think Koji came over."

The taller visibly grimaced at the name, scoffing under his nose.

"Motherfucker."

"Stop it already, he's not that bad."

"Uhuh."

"Shi, Trust me. He won't do shit, can barely throw a punch, especially when he's fuckin' high 24/7."

"Yeah, yeah i know. Just...be careful around him, 'kay?

"I will. Now, help me clean this damn mess."

//

Yeah, I finally got some fucking motivation to actually start rewriting this shit.

As said before, a lot(?) Will change.

I mean in the sense of plot, retarded gay menaces will still stay ofc.

Aigh, i did my part. Now i'm going to continue rotting in my bed.