The Year 2718

Chapter 1 The Hangover

Chapter 1

"Uhg! My head!" Neo announced as he left the town.

"That's what you get for drinking fifteen cups of alcohol." Kirt pointed out.

"Yeah, well, it was fun!" Neo replied.

"Uhg! Your breath smells like liquor." Kirt shouted, plugging his nose and waving his hand in front of his face. "You need to ease up on the alcoholic beverages."

"Well, I can't help myself. You know how I become a complete party fool at night."

"So? You need to learn to control it, or no more drinking."

"I doubt you can stop him."

"You underestimate my power."

"Well, congrats, you're a nerd."

"Hey, you like the book too, don't deny it!"

"True, but, I don't understand how you can get your hands on the kind of stuff."

"Don't you remember? I was a theif living out on the streets when we were young."

"So you stole from the riches people in the world? Those books are, like, a million dollars."

"I steal what I need and some books that I want."

"You don't need them."

"You don't need alcohol."

"I don't want it, he wants it."

"And? You're the same person."

"No, he's insane, I'm reality."

"Oh haha. Like there's much reality anymore."

"Reality is here. What you would think is reality has been gone for 200 years."

"Psh, whatever."

Kirt faced forward. After a few seconds, Neo also faced foward. He was slouched forward and looked tired. Suddenly, Neo heard something and his head whipped to the side.

"Breakfast." He announced.

"What?" Kirt asked.

"There's breakfast over there." Neo answered.

Kirt looked where Neo was looking but saw nothing. He sighed.

"Go for it." Kirt replied.

Neo ran toward where the rabbit was. Kirt sighed again and sat down by the road. He crosed his legs together and waited. He could hear bushes and leaves moving around as Neo chased after the rabbit.

Neo might seem like a big serious guy most of the time, but he's a caring person to the right kind of people. He can also be a complete party maniac at night.

When they were young, Kirt was a homeless orphan with no one to turn to. He has continually gotten himself into trouble and fights with people bigger than him.

There was one time when he got into a fight with four huge twelve year olds when he was just seven.

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"You think you can just steal from us and get away with it?" Kirt stared at a group of four twelve year old kids. "No one can steel from me or my friends and just run without a real beating."

Kirt backed up into the brick wall that surrounded them in the alleyway. It's not his fault. He was hungry. It's been a couple of days since he's eaten actual food. He clutched the paper bag in his left hand and held it away from the group.

"If you want it, come get it!" Kirt shouted.

The lead kid smirked. "Alright! Time for some fun!"

Kirt backed up a bit more as the kid walked towards him, hitting his fist in his hand. Kirt gulped. He could tell this was a bad idea. The kid towered over Kirt as he shrunk against the wall. He raised his fist and brought it down on his right cheek. Kirt turned and fell on his side. His cheek stung from the hit. Tears stung at his eyes, but he blinked them away. He stood up and faced the kid.

The kid smirked. "He's not going down easy. More fun for me."

He brought down another blow to Kirt's right cheek, then his gut. Kirt bent over, coughing and holding onto the kids arm, trying to stay up. The kid pushed Kirt off of him, making him fall onto the ground. Kirt weakly got up onto his hands and knees. Before he could stand, the kid kicked him in the gut. Kirt fell back onto the ground.

"Like I said, no one steals from us." The kid announced.

Kirt looked up at him as his fist rushed toward his face. He closed his eyes and prepared for the impact, but nothing came. Opening one eye, he saw a hand holding the fist. He opened both eyes and looked up. Another kid close to Kirt's age, was holding his fist. He had spiked black hair with red tips. He started to push the big kid's fist back. It was easy to tell that the spiked haired kid was stronger than the other one.

The big kid groaned in pain as the spiked haired kid crushed his hand. The kid fell onto his knee. Taking this advantage the spike haired kid kneed the bigger kid in the face. He fell onto his side, holding his nose as blood oozed from his hands.

Turning to the others, the spike haired kid started another battle with them, making them all end up on the ground groaning in pain.

Kirt looked at the kids in horror. The spike haired kid stood in the middle of the mess and looked around at the kid's on the ground. The was no tryumph in his face. In fact, there was no emotion at all. He turned to Kirt and walked toward him. He held out a hand and Kirt flinched. Looking up, he could see that the kid wanted to help him up instead of beating on him like the others. Taking the kid's hand, he stood up.

"Neo." The kid announced.

"What?" Kirt asked.

"My name's Neo." The kid repeated. "What's yours?

"I'm, uh, Kirt." Kirt added.

Neo smiled and patted his back. "Come on, my mom could help you with that cut on your cheek."

Kirt touched his cheek and looked at his fingers to see blood. He nodded and followed Neo as he lead him away.

"Thanks for saving me." Kirt replied.

"Don't mention it." Neo assured.

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Kirt smiled to himself and shook his head. Neo saving his butt from a fight. Some way to meet your best friend.

There was some crashing and looked up to see Neo energe from the bushes with three dead rabbits.

"Turns out, there was a battle for the female." Neo announced as he held up the rabbits.

Kirt smiled and stood up. "Looks like it. Now lets get cooking."

Neo nodded and sat next to Kirt as he started making a fire with the wood that they carry around. After some time, the rabbits were finally cooked and ready to eat.