Where Will You Rest Your Head?

Highway To Hell Is Just A Song

 "Sucks to suck." Gojou Satorou shrugged, bringing his foot up to rest on the edge of the cushioned seat. His black shoes were slick with rain water, squealing on the rubber car floor everytime the vehicle bumped precariously. He sighed, shaking droplets of water from the ends of his snowy hair before lying a cheek on his raised knee.

"Ugh, what are you, a wet dog?" Ieiri Shoko grumbled, scooting as far as she could away from the growing wet stain beneath Satorou's shoe. Her effort was pointless, as the only extra space left in the car was in fact, not empty.

Suguru Getou shifted, his knees knocking against the crimson cushioned interior of the door. Angling his body away from his muttering classmate, shoes squeaking, he glowered at the dripping man sharing the stuffy space the trio occupied. Humid air whistled through Getou's hair from the open window, whipping it across his face as the car sped along.

Satorou's eyes were closed when Getou glanced at him, a small puddle forming beneath their dark shoes where the drops from his hair collected. He eyed the dark circle forming on the crimson plush where his wet shoe met the seat. Ignoring his friend, Getou pulled the attention of his dark eyes back to the open window and blurred landscape he had been previously absorbed in.

He held his hand out into the cold. Mist threatened to spill into the car, so thick he felt as if he were weaving fingers through suspended water. Ice, he decided, watching the condensation form on his pale skin, blue beginning to consume the end of his fingertips. His knuckles and joints were pink, cherry-kissed on moonlight skin. He could feel them going numb, much alike to his cramped legs. The blue was contrasted by the filtered red light of the setting sun forcing its hazy light through the wall of suffocating fog.

The only landmarks Getou could make out through the watery blur were all highlighted in the same contrast of red.

A barren tree here, turned scarlet as if the very trunk were bleeding.

A bird perched on a rock, cast as a fiery demon by the evening light.

The wheels of the car jolted over a river of blood-red leaves, each crunch the echo of snapping bones.

They drove through a graveyard of flaming hues, contrasted by the smell of coming rain.

A long-suffering sigh pulled Getou's eyes back to the cab. His dark irises were not exempt from the damning rays of sunset. Red gilded his dark hair, ringing dark rises in a bloody glow.

Shoko, however, did not care for this phenomenon of the stark red glow. Nor did she ponder the foreshadowing it could perhaps have later on.

No, she was cold, damp, and cramped between two sulky men. Her hair stuck to her lips, which she assumed were beginning to turn blue by the FREEZING BREEZE FROM THE DAMN OPEN WINDOW. She plucked the limp strands from her lips furiously, the angry exclamation on the tip of her tongue. She was going to bite the heads off these boys.

As Getou turned to the source of the sigh, he caught the expression on Shoko's face. Sensing the verbal thrashing he was undoubtedly about to receive, he quickly yanked his icy hand in, frantically turning the crank to roll up the window.

Satisfied, the mini demon- sorry - Shoko, brushed back her bangs, wiggling to get comfortable on the lumpy cushion beneath them. She settled into Getou's side, resting her head on his shoulder.

Crisis averted, another loud sigh filled the cab. Getou glared at the white-haired source, who was now staring at them with one eye. Scowling, Getou flicked the freezing droplets from his fingertips at the annoyance seated opposite him.

"Enlighten me, what are you complaining about now?"

Satorou closed his open eye once more, nose crinkled from the unpleasant splatter of cold water. He opened his mouth to release another groan, but Shoko kicked his knee out from beneath his cheek, causing him to- albeit deservedly- fall forward. Although he also felt his friend deserved it, Getou extended his lanky leg to pad the fall. The bottom of his pant leg dragged through the puddle, drawing a grimace from its wearer.