Do You Value Your Life?
A club sitting unsteadily on the line between shady, seedy, and upscale, nestled right among the city lit up at night, held a certain strange appeal. College students in particular from the University at few blocks distant found their way here; they were experiencing new worlds, branching out, exploring, and making poor decisions.
There was little doubt Yukiko would be familiar with this particular club. At her entry, the pounding, nearly-deafening music from the dance floor, and the chaotic lightshow, washed over her. The sights and sounds of the club attacked the senses, blunting and dulling in much the same way the drinks at the bar would.
Sitting at that bar, among others, was a boy with quite long, black silken hair. Compared to that, his grey hoodie and pants looked very common, and clashed a bit with showier outfits from the other guests. Unlike the other guys nursing drinks on their own, his striking purple eyes weren’t scanning the dance floor or seats for ladies. He didn’t look around at all, like the world was so predictable that, even when he got a new drink or a girl said ‘hi’, his responses were automatic, robotic. Practiced.
He’d stick out to close inspection, but in the dim and sporadic lighting of the club, he was just another figure, among many; countless writhing bodies, some dancing, others just teasing each other with their bodies, while he sat there.
The boy that Yukiko was far more likely to take note of was almost running to keep up with her; the college athlete could manage it without huffing and puffing, but Yukiko’s roomate still found himself gasping. HIs reaction to the whole club was far different, as if he’d never set foot in a place like this before. Shuu dressed that way, too; a jersey, to go clubbing. Well, Shuu would have probably worn a jersey or sweatshirt to his own funeral.
