亀梨 和也 (sixteenxseconds) wrote in puzzle_rp,
亀梨 和也
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[Closed/Finished] Is this the end?

Who: Kamenashi Kazuya (sixteenxseconds)
Where: Idk. No, really, I have no idea. XD
When: 3:00AM?
Why: Because I want to post this?
Rating: PG-13?



Struggling when his body was so weak from all the alcohol was difficult, but still he tried with all his might to loosen the grip a tall, build guy had on him.

"Let me go, bastard!" he told him, but the guy didn't listen, instead he just kept on pulling him out of the place. Now that was a club he probably never ever would go to anymore. Stupid .. what was the club called? Tropical? Coconut? No idea, but it was something really lame.

And besides, who was that guy again? A security guard? Just some customer from the club he was at? Or the bartender himself? He couldn't really remember. All that was on his mind now was how angry he felt when the bartender told him that he had enough. Enough drinks? He would never have enough drinks to drown away his sorrows. Never.

A thud was heard when Kamenashi Kazuya fell on the ground, and he winced, rubbing his right cheek he landed on before the guy pulled him up to stand.

"You can't even walk straight." he told him, to which Kame snorted, ignoring the pain he felt in his left arm when the guy roughly pulled him towards a cab. How pathetic, having someone sent you home. Kame had seen this before, but only on those guys who nearly became drunk every day and caused ruckus at bars or clubs. Was he becoming one of them?

"I can. Your heavy weight just brought me off balance."

The guy opened the door of the cab and pushed Kame inside before closing the door, irritated with the other's behaviour. "What a chagrin." Kame mumbled to himself, frowning as he moved to seat himself to sit properly - which took a while, mind you.

"Where to Sir?"

Kame glanced at the cab driver from the front mirror while trying to remember his address. Damn. What was it again? "Uh, to xxx." he told him, repeating what he read this afternoon somewhere - at work, he assumed. It had to be his address, or well, so he hoped.

When the car started and the guy seated infront of him drove away, he allowed himself to lean backwards, closing his eyes for a while. It was a way to relax, that's what most people thought, but how could you relax with many thoughts and memories running through his mind.

How could someone have such a huge impact on his life? Even after all those years that passed?

Opening his eyes, he glanced outside and after a moment of blinking and trying to find something he recognized as a place near his neighbourhood, he suddenly yelled.

"You're going the wrong way!"

The driver sent him a quick glare from the front mirror, mostly because Kame had startled him. "Sir, I'm just driving to where you had told me to go."

"No! This is the wrong way! Stop the car!"

Listening to his passenger, the guy slowed down and pulled the car on the side of the road. As soon as the car stopped moving, Kame got out and started to walk away. The driver saw this and ran after him, roughly pulling him by his shoulder to face him. "You still have to pay." he said to him, his voice calm - a bit too calm if you asked Kame. "I'm not paying." And with that said, he took off again, only to be pulled back again by a tight grip on his left wrist. "I said pay." His eyes were cold, not a single emotion could be seen in it and Kame should've been scared by now but he wasn't. Not a single bit, and he even punched the other in the cheek, resulting in him being loosened from the grip. Seeing the guy stumbled a bit backwards, he couldn't help but smirked before turning around and leaving again, feeling his right hand burning like hell but it, somehow, felt good. The pain is what he focused on now instead of his thoughts, and he felt better.

"You're not getting away with this!" Just when Kame turned around to face the source of the voice, he received a punch in the face, with such great force that he fell on the ground. "Fuck." he mumbled, using the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that began to fall from his nose. There's no way he's going to let someone punch him, no freaking way.

Even before he could try and get up, he was being pulled up by the guy, receiving a punch in the stomach and he gasped, almost allowing himself to sit on the ground and hug his stomach from the pain but instead, he tried to ignore it and punched the guy back, using everything he could to inflict damage on the other.

It all proved to be futile, as most of his punches were either missed or not strong enough, damn you alcohol. Plus, the guy was more build than him, his body twice or maybe even thrice the size of his own.

So all he was able to do in the end was to receive the punches and kicks from the guy, not even attempting to fight back anymore. What was the use anyway?

Is this the end? he questioned himself before everything around him turned black.

[ooc: Uh, note: the 'xxx' is actually Jin's address. xD]

[ooc: Yay for long self-logs! I had too much fun with this, apparently. Uh, no, it wasn't fun to let Kame be beaten up by some taxi driver, but playing him drunk was. :Dv]
Tags: character: kamenashi kazuya, rating: pg-13, status: closed, status: finished
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