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Hiei opened his eyes, squinting his lids to hide away from the bright sun beaming down on him. He's been laying outside for hours as his sixth flashback finished dancing through his memories. The former vocalist drew in a breath then let it slowly out.
"May as well keep going." He says to no one.
Sitting up, he brushed the dirt from his hair, his back where he can reach, and from his legs as he stands; the dirt left light brown shading on his black jeans and t-shirt but at the moment he couldn't care less. Leaning over he picks up his acoustic then tosses the strap over his head, the front resting across his chest, the guitar secure on his back. Situated he starts down the dusty road again. It's been like this for days now. Walk in the morning, sleep and eat at night, in a hotel- nothing fancy. But a place where maybe no one knew him. You could say Hiei is going home, after all, he has nowhere else to go. But he's taking the trip there at his own pace, while he continues to wash out the memories of yesteryear. But he's failing miserably, as they keep hitting him like waves of nausea.
Whoever said 'life is like a roller coaster' wasn't joking. One minute you're up, then you're dropped, you spin numerous circles here and there- he assumes that's where happiness comes in, and then your up in the sky again right before the last hurrah when you're dropped again, forced to ride out the end of the final drop. Yup, that's his life in a nutshell.
It's June 16th now. And hot as hell- it would be. The past two years have been just a living nightmare, and quite frankly he doesn't know who to pin the blame on. Kurama or himself. After all, it was the red head who had gotten the ball rolling from one stupid comment to some dumb teenagers, but it was also his fault for not taking better caution to the world around him. All he knew at the time was that being with Kurama was fun and it felt good- better than good in those intimate times. But at the final say of it all... they'd both fucked it up for everyone.
Glancing at a red car that goes by, Hiei held out his thumb hoping for a hitch, but it went by too quickly. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he lowered his gaze having not really expected much as he continued walking.
That day in Sawada's office two years ago was scary. Hiei had never seen the bitter yet demure man so angry. You could almost melt metal with the heat coming from the angered gaze. Upon seeing Hiei and the rest of Noizu he didn't even bother waiting for the door to close; he just barked, snapped, grabbed Hiei and nearly assaulted him, before the others grabbed the man's arm that intended to belt the singer. Calmed from his rage, Sawada composed himself, somewhat, then questioned him.
Hiei lied, at first, but then he realized that it wouldn't get him anywhere so he told his boss the whole truth. How he and Kurama met, how they've been secretly dating one another, and that the secret was kept until Kurama slipped up. Shin seemed to be thinking over every word that the vocalist had said, then he told them that everything would be fine as long as they stick to the story he gave them: Yes, Kurama said those things; but it was a bad publicity stunt for the new album; they wanted to make sure everyone- even men, bought a copy. And with luck it worked like a charm. Noizu put on fake smiles as they told the media. Hiei kissed Trini rather openly in public places; the sales went through the roof! Especially when Hiei brought fans up on stage and sat them in a chair so they could have an up close and personal singing of Insatiable. The girls went nuts in a frenzy! Noizu even won three more awards for it.
But the victory was short lived. Their lives crumpled in three waves. The worst one being Yukina's death. At 20 years old, his little sister passed away in her sleep. Hiei was furious after the funeral. He hit things, people, and ended up in a hotel room crying his sorrows to Kurama, who'd soothed him with a kiss that lead to three rounds of animalistic sex. Sex that was none too quiet and ended up making front page news. Two members of Noizu make a lot of it in a private room at a hotel. This was backed up by the clerks at the desk of at least five of the hotels that they've stayed in. Sales dropped drastically on their third album, 'Real Noizu', and after that, Sawada said "You're fired!" and gave him his walking papers, but not before telling him that he owes the company one last song.
Hiei didn't feel he owed KISS records anything, but what else could he do? He didn't want to be broke. He had a feeling he was gonna come on to some hard times, it's better to have money when that happens. The former vocalist's jaw clenched when he thought about the last time he'd seen Kurama. He'd given the violinist a punch in that pretty face so hard he thought he may have broken bone, both his and Kurama's. The look of hurt in the red head's eyes made him waver, but seeing his group looking like they were on death row just made him sick, so then yelling began. He'd practically called him every name in the book, right before asking why the idiot found it so hard to keep a relationship to himself? Why he'd felt the need to brag about it, when it was supposed to be a secret? It was pathetic!
And he hoisted the creep to his feet, and threw him out of his penthouse. He was done with him. Hell, he was done with everything and everyone! And that's when he began to walk. He walked out of anger, he walked to clear his head, he walked to... forget about Kurama. He honestly fell in love with the sweet voiced violinist, just to have it all turn out like this. It's been five months of aimless walking, and trying to come up with lyrics for one last song to give to Shin Sawada. Most of the time he was just distracted by thoughts of the past. How could his fans turn on him? Is being gay really so bad? They liked listening to a homosexual when they didn't know, why should they change their minds about him now? Is he not still the same person he was when he'd sung to them?
The band called him in January when he had snuck away. Kuronue first, Yusuke second, then Koenma. All of them frantic, asking where he was, when he was coming back. He replied by text telling them that he's thinking. And that they should not to look for him. To just forget about him, and move on with their lives. And at first they called to say he was nuts, but as time passed the messages changed. Yusuke first, he's drumming for Kuwabara's band now; and the two of them are kind of sleeping together, nothing more. That won't blow up in their faces; who'd believe it on either counts? Koenma second, he and Botan got married, wished he was at the wedding; and they plan to have a kid. Koenma also said that he quit being part of a band, and now has a steady job fixing computers. Kuronue was arrested for drug use, the marijuana no one knew about got him into a car accident. He was fine, and made bail, swearing to never do it again. Then in May he joined the new band Shin put together 'Dark Mirror' as lead guitar. He says the singer is pretty cute, but it wasn't a joke or anything. How is it that everyone else knew how to handle being who they are, but he had to learn the hard way?
Holding out his thumb as another car drives up, he's surprised to see that it stopped for him. Walking closer, the passenger window rolled down- and they throw trash out the window, laughing before they took off. Fuckers. Brushing his hands down the front of his pants, he made a disgusted sound when his hand passes through some ketchup that was covering a French frie. At least it wasn't a drink that spilled on him, last thing he wants is to attract bugs by smelling like soda. Looking up at the sky, he noticed the sun is going down.
'Better find an ATM before dark.' Checking his cash, he sees that he only has a twenty left from the hundred bucks he started out with at the beginning of the month. He wouldn't have breezed through his money, if it weren't for people tossing food on him. That's why he chose to take these quiet roads, less likely he'd run into some creep wanting to harrass the gay guy. His mother understands, you think some random strangers would be even more forgiving. It effects them none in life. Guess not. Kicking a rock that came into view, Hiei closed his eyes in a sigh. Life sucks.
Beep! Beep!
The former band leader glanced at the road as a brown car rolls up beside him. The horn honked again, but Hiei flipped the driver off and kept walking. The car continued to follow him, horn honking until it slowed to a stop. Hiei stopped walking, and looked at the car from a side eye.
The window rolled down, and across the passanger seat a white haired male leaned over to look out at him. "You need a lift?"
'Hn. I'm no fool. I'll go over to the car, grab the door and try to open it, and when it doesn't you'll tell me to hurry up. Then you'll ask me if I really want the ride before you speed off. No thanks.' Starting down the road once again, he's surprised when the car once again stalks him down the street. Hiei walked a bit faster, then he broke into a run. He ran as hard as he could but the car, of course, beat him and pulled to a stop a few feet ahead.
The driver climbed out a bit, sitting on the door, arms folded on top of the roof. "We could do this all night; you're the one whose gonna give out before the car does."
Hiei walked a bit closer; eyes as sharp as daggers with bitterness. He hates this guy already. The dumb know-it-all look in his eyes, and smirk on his lips that he'd won the battle. And before Hiei knew it, he was placing his guitar into the back seat before climbing into the passanger side of the stranger's car. He'll ditch him the minute they find a hotel. Closing the door, the car starts down the road as soon as the former vocalist put on his seatbelt.
...
Hiei stirred a bit in his uncomfortable bed- a vibrating bed? Eyes popping open he squints from the light of the overhead. He's in a car. Confused for a moment, he looks about him then spots the driver. Now he remembers, this guy picked him up on the side of the road when he was hitching. How stupid is that to fall asleep in a stranger's car? Readjusting himself in the seat, he turns his attention out the window. It's dark. A quick glance at the dashboard, he sees 9:37 p.m.
"You're awake." Said a voice whispier and a bit deeper than the clown that had mocked him for being a hitchhiker trying to avoid a ride. He supposed everyone sounded weird when they shout, especially if they haven't talked in a while. "I thought you'd died." He laughs. It's a quiet laugh, a lot like Kurama's.
Hiei hated that. Glaring at the man, he then turned his attention back out the window.
The silver haired driver watched him a moment, then with a smirk he held out a hand. "Well, sleepy, since I didn't kill you.. I think it's only fair that we do the exchanging of names." His smirk widened to a grin. "Youko Myoung."
Silence.
His grin faded to a smile. "And you are?"
Still silence.
Shrugging, Youko reached forward and turned the radio on. "If you're not gonna talk, we may as well listen to music."
The station changed back and forth with the twist of the knob. Slow songs, fast tempo songs, rock songs, and pop songs, classical.
"I hate that damn funeral music." Mutters the driver quickly turning off the violin concert.
A few more stations pass by until he settles on one. Hiei didn't even need to hear the lyrics before he reached over and turned off the radio. Last thing he wanted to do was hear one of his group's damned songs. Especially one in which Kurama had played with them. How could he have been so stupid that night? Didn't help that he had gotten pissy drunk as well.
"We're just gonna sit in silence?" Asks Youko after looking questionably at the sudden fury that came from his silent passenger.
"..." Hiei crossed his arms.
With a shrug, Youko says. "I just think it's better when there's some kind of conversation going." He saw that it was getting him nowhere, so he stopped speaking for a bit. But the moment the former vocalist stole a glance at him, he started up again. "I see you have a guitar with you. Are you one of those starving artist; you play on the street for cash."
Hiei says nothing.
"How old are you?"
Nothing.
Blinking, Youko ponders a moment then it hits him, a sure fire question that has to be answered. "So where am I taking you?"
"..."
Well it was never written in stone that you had to answer that question.
"Fine, I guess that means you're with me." He glances at him to see if that would strike any other expression from the mute other than the bitter and blank gaze. "...I could be waiting to kill you." He says absently. "Waiting until I get you to some disgusting hotel, at which point I'll rape you, right before I cut you up and toss you in the river." He sounded so serious. That was his intention, to shock Hiei. But his passanger said nothing.
Out of ideas, Youko just drove in an odd silence. It isn't natural for people not to talk. Something must be wrong with him. Maybe he's retarded! Maybe he's a mute! Maybe... As suddenly as he had decided to pick the guy up, does Youko decide to turn the steering wheel hard. Hiei smacked against the door, then bangs against the driver as the car rears back into its place on the road.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Snaps Hiei a little shaken.
"Sooo, you can talk." Snickers the driver with the questionable sanity. "And here I thought I'd picked up a mute."
"Hn. Whatever." He restored his arms to the crossed position barrier, clearly embarrassed that he had spoken when he didn't plan to. He could have pointed to where he wanted to be dropped off, when they got into the city.
"Now that you've found your voice," Youko went on taking advantage before his new friend could clam up again. "wanna tell me your name... I'll drop you off right here, if you don't."
"It's Hiei... Yeoh."
"Hm. Glad to have picked up a fellow Korean." He holds out his hand.
" I said Yeoh, not Yeon."
"Either way we're both foreigners." Hand still extended, he slowly withdrew it, seeing that Hiei didn't plan on extending the friendship. "...So where're we going?"
"I am going to Kochi."
"Kochi?" He laughs. "And you planned on walking the entire way?"
"I don't see any other way to get there."
Youko looked at Hiei with an expression that said he was naming off all the ways he could get to Kochi, cleaner, safer, bathroom friendly ways; but he kept the commentary to himself and instead says. "Now we're getting somewhere."
Glancing out the window, he sees an exit sign. Checking the gauge, he notices that he's a bit low on gas; and he hasn't had anything to eat since breakfast. Taking the turn, the car drives a few more miles before the bright lights of civilization come into view. Hiei shrank down in his seat. Youko didn't notice a thing. Pulling the car into the first gas station he sees, the white haired male exits the car then starts to put gas into it.
Sitting up a bit, Hiei looks about the place, florescent light illuminating everything. The station looks surprisingly clean, and with the way his bladder has been screaming since he woke up, he wondered if he should use the bathroom. It's not as if... Youko, was it? Would leave him here. He seemed gung-ho to have someone to blather to. Slipping the door open, carefully, he shoots a glance at the, taller than he would have guessed, driver before casually strolling over to the gas station.
Youko smiled when figuring that Mr. Silent Pride, was going to use the restroom. So he took it upon himself to pay for the gas; once that was done he climbed into the car and drove away.
After using the restroom, Hiei scanned the shelves for something to eat, but at the time nothing looked apetizing enough, so he used the ATM in the store and pulled 300 from his account, since he'll be traveling with another person. The guy seemed pretty broke. But then again, that really isn't his problem and it's not like he'll be with him for long. He just needs to find a hotel for the night, and he can continue on to Kochi by foot. How long will it take anyway?
Pocketing the money, he steps out of the store and to his surprise Youko was gone. He should have expected as much, he was a jerk, after all. But the creep could have at least left his guitar somewhere. There goes that. With an agitated sigh, Hiei starts down the street. At least he's around civilization. He'll be sleeping in a cozy enough hotel bed in no time. Besides, it's a warm night, he could use the walk.
Beep! Beep!
That car horn again. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Youko's ugly brown car pulling up beside him. The two stop when they're right beside each other. The window comes down.
"I went back to the station and you were gone." Says the white haired male. "I'm gonna have to keep a better eye on you."
"You're the one who was gone." Snapped Hiei not even sure why he would respond. Last thing he wanted to do was start an arguement, real or not.
Youko turned away for a second then produced a McDonald's bag in his hand. "I went to get food. You looked hungry."
Hiei stared considering what Youko saying.
"Hn. I have your guitar with me; you can't refuse, you know." He sets the food back down. "Can't sing for your supper with your voice alone."
With a heavy sigh, Hiei rolled his eyes then walked around to the other side of the car, climbing in.
...
The two of them are sitting in a hotel room eating like they've never had food before. Youko has been oddly silent since Hiei met the stranger. For a moment he wondered what he might be thinking about, but he soon shook the feeling away. It doesn't matter what he's thinking because he doesn't care. Hiei doesn't really care about much of anything now adays, because nothing much cares about him. He's actually shocked that he would hear one of their songs over the radio, he thought for sure all of Japan had thoroughly shunned them by now. Tah. A three year career ruined because he decided that he was in love with a man. Doesn't the world see how pathetic that is? Why does his sexuality have to brand his music unlistenable? What does one thing have to do with the other? Youko choking on a bite of food brought him from his thoughts.
Clearing his throat, he says. "I'll pay you back for the food and the room."
Youko merely glanced at him as if he just realized that he were there, so lost in his own thoughts. Smiling, he says. "Do whatever. I bummed that money off a woman at McDonald's."
Figures, he's poor. But Hiei couldn't really say anything about it. He's been poor his whole life, struggling this way and that helping his family with his sister's hospital bills- not that he'd ever complain about that. He would do anything for his family, even beg for money. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he clears his throat then says. "Is that something you do often?"
His new friend wagged a finger at him. "You don't get to ask me questions, if I can't ask you questions."
Glaring, sharp eyes slit finer. He slides himself up to the top of them bed, arms crossed. "Fine. I wasn't really interested anyway."
Youko shrugged a hand and continued eating. The silence in the room was deafening, nothing but the sound of the roadie's chewing to keep his mind from wandering back into the past. He remembered when he and Noizu were in rehersel, clowning around and eating, while the others recorded their sound bites for the CD. Kurama was stunning the way he played with his eyes closed; the way he moved as he played seemed like he was almost dancing with himself. And then he opened those beautiful eyes, and look at him with a smile on his face.
Shaking his head rapidly to clear the thoughts, he says hastily. "Fine, ask whatever." He waves an arrogant hand. "Just say something."
He already regreted saying that as Youko put on an almost 'I always get my way' smirk, then he scooted back against the headboard of his bed turning his attention to him. "Why are you going to Kochi? Did you run away or something?"
"No. That's where my mother lives. I'm going home."
Nodding. He then asks. "Hoped to make it in the big city but you bombed?" He snickers at that. "It happens. You just have to brush yourself off and keep trying."
"A billboard could have told me that same thing and had more feeling behind it than you," says the former vocalist. "It wouldn't make a difference in my situation."
"Mm."
Hiei took a sip of soda when they quieted. Then he asks casually. "What about you? Bumming money from random people. Did you fail in the big city as well, or were you just born a hobo?"
"I'm not a hobo." He wasn't fazed. "I just live in my car. I go where the wind takes me."
"Hn. That's a stupid way to live. What if you don't get any money that day?"
He shrugs. "You fast."
Hiei looked baffled a moment. "And you're ok with living like this?"
"I've been doing it since I was seventeen." Youko's gaze distanced for a moment. "My parents found out my dirty little secret, and out the door I went." Looking at Hiei he says. "In case you can't spot us, I'm gay you know."
Hiei nearly spit his soda all over the room as it struggled to go down hearing that. Composing himself, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. "You are?"
"Mmhmm." He voiced since he was chewing. Swallowing he asked. "Is that a problem?"
Shaking his head, Hiei just needed a moment to adjust to the odds of being picked up by someone who's in the same boat as he is, and yet he's perfectly fine with it. Kurama was fine with it. But he just... he can't see himself being so free and easy about it, when everyone hates him now. He should own up to it, be a man about it.. but he can't. He just can't. Not yet. Maybe not ever. A man can live a life alone, its happened lots of times.
"So how old are you?" Asks the bum.
"21."
"23." He grins like it's some accomplishment that he's older then Hiei.
Gathering the bags and wrappers from dinner, Youko drops it all into the trash then heads into the bathroom. The dark haired young man noticed that the hobo had a bag with him, filled with clothing and toiletries of which he had none. He instantly began to scold himself. He could have at least brought a chang of clothes with him; stop off at the dollar store to get a tooth brush and some tooth paste. He really doesn't have a clue about being a wanderer. He's been out there, walking and thinking for five months and he still doesn't know the proper etiquette. He's so stupid. After the toilet flushed and the sink water finally stopped running, Youko came back into the room, pajamas on and climbed into bed.
"Get up." Hiei orders. "We have to go out."
"Why?" Asks the driver sleepily.
"I need you to drive me somewhere."
The white haired male scoffs. "You know where the keys are, drive yourself your highness."
Blushing from embarrassment, Hiei says in a rather 'I dare you to make fun' tone. "I don't know how to drive, I never learned."
Yawning, Youko says. "Seriously? No wonder you were walking. Broke and dense."
That tears it. "Nevermind. I'll take the bus or something."
Sighing in defeat, he tosses the blanket aside. "Alright. I'll drive you. But it better be a short trip." He starts to remove his pajamas of a t-shirt and old slightly holey boxers. "I haven't had a bed in a while, and I'd like to sleep in it."
"You'll hardly know we were gone." Replies Hiei with a sarcastic smirk.
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