Immoral Flame
05-09-2004, 09:35 PM
This'll be my first attempt at a fic in a while. I know the title is slightly melodramatic, but I was hard pressed to think of something else.
Ch. 1: The stage is set
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.......
"*snort*..........erm.............crud, what time is...........?..............aw, dammit............"
Kye slowly peered over the side of his bed, where his alarm clock lay in a pile of broken plastic and wiring on the floor. He sighed and slowly sat up.
"Fantastic.................that was my last absence.........I'll get suspended *yawn* for sure now." He peered out the small window next to his bed and shielded his eyes from the sun. "Must be around noon...........maybe I can get a half-day....."
He yawned again and sluggishly made his way across the hardwood floor to his dresser. After fishing around in the sea of assorted clothes, he emerged with a pair of torn jeans and a shirt that smelled strongly of vomit. He shrugged, slipped them on, and swiftly descended the stairs that led down from his room/attic.
Kye was 16 years old, although you'd never believe it if you met him face to face. He was slightly lacking in stature, only about 5'6" with a small build. He had dark brown, unkempt hair which seemed to be petrified in a permanent cow lick. No one ever called him on it, so he never really bothered to mess with it.
He touched down on the carpeted floor in his living room to find the majority of his picture-perfect family gathered together: His older sister on the couched wrapped in the arms of a stranger Kye had never seen before, his younger brother sitting inches from the television fixated on a video game, and his father passed out in the corner, clothed in little more than what appeared to be a mixture of blood and vomit.
To most people, this would be a rather disturbing image. To Kye, it was...........“good morning”.
"Why aren't you in school, Tatsuya? You're already far enough behind."
He queeried to his brother
"Didn't feel like it." Was the only response he got.
Kye smirked and turned to his sister, whom may or may not have been concious. "Is that your excuse too, or did you just have another rough night?" *He said with a self-gratified grin*
His sister mumbled something indiscriminate to him from underneath the stranger (whom Kye guessed was her flavor of the week) and waved him away. He decided not to press the matter further.
"Where's mom, squirt?"
"In the kitchen. She got mad at your clock earlier and went up to shut it off."
Did a damn good job..... Kye sighed “Was she drinking last night?"
"Yeah, probably. She's been doin' it a lot lately." He hadn't even taken his eyes off the screen.
"Great....." Kye walked toward the kitchen, wondering if his 8 year old brother's indifference to all this should disturb him.
He stepped into the kitchen and was instantly overcome by the incredible stench of Bourbon and cigarette smoke. He coughed and quickly pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose.
The room was strewn with empty glasses and bottles. Dishes were stacked in the sink and ants had begun to feast on the caked food on them. His mother sat at the dining table in the middle of the room, surrounded by empty Marlboro packs, drinking a liter of coffee straight from the pot.
Kye wasn't exactly surprised at what he saw, but he still found it difficult to find something appropriate to say. He decided to fall back on an old fail-safe.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
"No thanks to your stupid clock." She spat. "Woke me up at 7 this morning."
"Sorry. I know your used to 14 hours." he said with a cocky smile
"Shut up and drink your breakfast, brat." She commanded, and slid a glass of a fowl smelling yellow liquid over to him.
"Your giving me beer.....................for breakfast." He said in semi-disbelief. His mother had pulled some less-than-parental stunts before, but this was getting out of hand. "Gee, how lucky I am. What do I get for lunch, bar nuts?"
"Drink it or don't, s'no skin off my ass. It's the only thing we have left, anyways." She said with a non-chalaunt air, and lit another cigarette.
Wonder why that is..... Kye thought spitefully to himself. "I'll pass." He said. "I've got to get going anyways." He walked out of the kitchen, not bothering to allow his mother a response, and grabbed his backpack off the couch. He said "Bye" to Tatsuya with an added "Don't wake up dad." and walked out the door.
A few steps past his driveway, he stopped and turned back to his house. It was a fixer upper to put into acceptable terms, with a broken down picket fence, a stack of cinder blocks as a foundation for one corner, turd brown paint job, and enough lawn gnomes to start a small army.
It was a dump barely worthy of an old Cops rerun.......................but it was his dump.
And he hoped to God it was on fire when he came back
Ch. 1: The stage is set
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.......
"*snort*..........erm.............crud, what time is...........?..............aw, dammit............"
Kye slowly peered over the side of his bed, where his alarm clock lay in a pile of broken plastic and wiring on the floor. He sighed and slowly sat up.
"Fantastic.................that was my last absence.........I'll get suspended *yawn* for sure now." He peered out the small window next to his bed and shielded his eyes from the sun. "Must be around noon...........maybe I can get a half-day....."
He yawned again and sluggishly made his way across the hardwood floor to his dresser. After fishing around in the sea of assorted clothes, he emerged with a pair of torn jeans and a shirt that smelled strongly of vomit. He shrugged, slipped them on, and swiftly descended the stairs that led down from his room/attic.
Kye was 16 years old, although you'd never believe it if you met him face to face. He was slightly lacking in stature, only about 5'6" with a small build. He had dark brown, unkempt hair which seemed to be petrified in a permanent cow lick. No one ever called him on it, so he never really bothered to mess with it.
He touched down on the carpeted floor in his living room to find the majority of his picture-perfect family gathered together: His older sister on the couched wrapped in the arms of a stranger Kye had never seen before, his younger brother sitting inches from the television fixated on a video game, and his father passed out in the corner, clothed in little more than what appeared to be a mixture of blood and vomit.
To most people, this would be a rather disturbing image. To Kye, it was...........“good morning”.
"Why aren't you in school, Tatsuya? You're already far enough behind."
He queeried to his brother
"Didn't feel like it." Was the only response he got.
Kye smirked and turned to his sister, whom may or may not have been concious. "Is that your excuse too, or did you just have another rough night?" *He said with a self-gratified grin*
His sister mumbled something indiscriminate to him from underneath the stranger (whom Kye guessed was her flavor of the week) and waved him away. He decided not to press the matter further.
"Where's mom, squirt?"
"In the kitchen. She got mad at your clock earlier and went up to shut it off."
Did a damn good job..... Kye sighed “Was she drinking last night?"
"Yeah, probably. She's been doin' it a lot lately." He hadn't even taken his eyes off the screen.
"Great....." Kye walked toward the kitchen, wondering if his 8 year old brother's indifference to all this should disturb him.
He stepped into the kitchen and was instantly overcome by the incredible stench of Bourbon and cigarette smoke. He coughed and quickly pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose.
The room was strewn with empty glasses and bottles. Dishes were stacked in the sink and ants had begun to feast on the caked food on them. His mother sat at the dining table in the middle of the room, surrounded by empty Marlboro packs, drinking a liter of coffee straight from the pot.
Kye wasn't exactly surprised at what he saw, but he still found it difficult to find something appropriate to say. He decided to fall back on an old fail-safe.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
"No thanks to your stupid clock." She spat. "Woke me up at 7 this morning."
"Sorry. I know your used to 14 hours." he said with a cocky smile
"Shut up and drink your breakfast, brat." She commanded, and slid a glass of a fowl smelling yellow liquid over to him.
"Your giving me beer.....................for breakfast." He said in semi-disbelief. His mother had pulled some less-than-parental stunts before, but this was getting out of hand. "Gee, how lucky I am. What do I get for lunch, bar nuts?"
"Drink it or don't, s'no skin off my ass. It's the only thing we have left, anyways." She said with a non-chalaunt air, and lit another cigarette.
Wonder why that is..... Kye thought spitefully to himself. "I'll pass." He said. "I've got to get going anyways." He walked out of the kitchen, not bothering to allow his mother a response, and grabbed his backpack off the couch. He said "Bye" to Tatsuya with an added "Don't wake up dad." and walked out the door.
A few steps past his driveway, he stopped and turned back to his house. It was a fixer upper to put into acceptable terms, with a broken down picket fence, a stack of cinder blocks as a foundation for one corner, turd brown paint job, and enough lawn gnomes to start a small army.
It was a dump barely worthy of an old Cops rerun.......................but it was his dump.
And he hoped to God it was on fire when he came back