Two Faced Killer

Chapter 9: Contact

(A/N: Please. Never, ever, EVER do drugs. I only know this stuff because I've studied it. Don't. Don't. Don't. Well, whatever, if you do, that's your fault, just don't say I made you do it.)

At lunch, Len wandered around the schoolyard and eventually found his way to the back field. He hadn't seen Neru yet, which was a little strange. What he did see, however, was two teal heads behind a fence, talking and giggling. Curious, Len slowly approached the fence, recognizing two voices. One belonged to a male, and the other, to a female.

They gaped at Len when they saw him, cigarettes in their hands and smoke curling out of the crevices between their lips. Then, they exchanged glances and started laughing.

"It's the new kid!" The girl giggled, "Have a seat, Len, have a seat!"

"He's been doing his homework," the other boy smirked.

"Of course I have," Len frowned, confused. The girl, he had seen in one of his classes, but her name escaped him. The boy, he had never seen before.

"Sit, sit!" The two were sitting near the bushes and they scooted over, making room for Len. Reluctantly, the agent took a seat and looked around, sniffing the air.

"You two...," he began before the girl put her hand over his mouth.

"Shh!" She hissed, "Before you get the wrong idea, we're not the only ones who do this!"

The boy laughed. His shoulders shook and his mop of teal hair bobbed up and down. He took a long drag from his cigarette before looking at Len. "So," he began, "Want one? We've got some pretty good stuff. Crack, weed, leek...even a little Ecstasy."

"Mikuo!" The girl elbowed him, "You're supposed to call it methylenedioxymethamphetamine!"

They both burst out laughing. Mikuo started rolling in the grass, his cigarette hanging from his mouth. The girl was laughing so hard that she made no sound and was just slapping her hand against the grass and looking like a human seal.

"Leeks aren't...narcotics," Len frowned as Mikuo sat up and offered the agent a cigarette which he turned down.

"They are for us," the boy grinned, "Tell him, Miku."

"Really? Okay!" Miku smiled eerily at the agent, "So, Mikuo and I went to a party one night, and they were smoking stuff in the back, but when we got there, there was nothing left! So, as it turned out, this one drunk girl came up to us at that moment with a fistful of what looked like a bouquet of onion-leek-things, and we were like, 'oh, this shit must be like taking shrooms' and we ate them and bam!"

The two roared with laughter again and Len gawked at them.

"Okay," Len frowned, "I'll be going now..."

"Hey, hey, wait," Mikuo said, stifling his laughter, "Did you find who you were looking for?"

"Huh?"

"That girl, did you find her?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Len turned and walked away. This school was full of wackos. He wondered if Neru smoked. She certainly didn't smell or look like it.

Len walked towards the school building, his nostrils still polluted with the putrid, sour stench of cigarettes. He grimaced and caught a glimpse of a figure standing in one corner of the field, watching him, so he turned to look at the figure.

It was another student, by the looks of it. He was lanky and dressed oddly with a head of moppy, pale pink hair. Another freak, and this one was just standing there, observing the agent. Len changed direction and began heading towards the young man, but he felt somebody grab him before he could continue.