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It was incredibly difficult to sit still and wait for Haru to finish paying the bill. Their motel room wasn't big, nor was it fancy, so it was incredibly ridiculous that the bill was so high. With his patience finally reaching its end, Inoue hopped up off of the lounge chair that he was sitting in and went to the luminated fish tank near the entrance of the motel. The flourescent purple light that lit the fish tank was the brightest thing that the boy had seen since daylight, causing him to blink and rub his eyes several times.

Yawning, he flipped his thin wrist over to look at his watch. It was three hours until dawn, and boy was he tired! He moved back to the lounge chair and pulled his two legs onto the chair to hug them. Inoue was a fairly thin boy, but he looked more athletic than annorexic. He looked like he worked out just enough to keep him nice and thin and fit. His dark hair was atop his head in a large, messy clump, providing evidence that he had woken up several hours before. Sea green eyes were beautiful against his pale skin. They were large and gave him an extra, innocent,come-hither look.

When Haru finally stepped away from the counter, Inoue leapt out of the seat and rushed over to his older friend, clinging to his arm when he was within reach. "Where to now, Haru-kun?" He asked, squeezing the thick arm tightly and smiling up at the taller, older man. "Are we going early to make it to Tokyo? Or are we gonna move to a different better motel?" There was a cry of dismay from the counter that seemed to come from the owner of the motal.

(Sorry the first post is so bland. It's too hot and I'm too lazy)

Inoue readied himself and soon they were on their way! His excitement kept him bobbing in his seat, and, eventually, he took his seatbelt off and began to crawl over the seats, cling to Haru, and once he even proceeded to lean out of the window. A call and harsh yank from the dark haired, older man kept him in his seat for the next hour. It was boring to merely sit and not move around; so, he decided to ask questions.

"What's your favorite color?" "Do you think that if America were to rule the world, they'd do a good job?" "Are you a buddhist?" "How mnay times hvae you had sex?" "Does having sex feel good?" "Do you think that my parents will like me?" "Where are your parents?" "How much wood could a wood chuck chuck, if a wood chuck could chuck wood?"

Eventually, he drove the older man to his wits end and drove his own hyper active attitude down. The rest of the way to the new motel was in Inoue's dreams; head to the side, he slept on Haru's shoulder the whole way.

Inoue slept soundly for a few hours before he woke with a start. He looked around the room to find that there was no Haru around to give him a nice 'Hello' and tell him the plans for the day, nor was the shower running. Taking in a deep breath, and wiping the sleep from his eyes, he slid out of bed and went to pee. Once that errand was out of the way, he spotted the note and blinked at the words on the paper. Sighing, he placed it back down on the table and wrote his own note:



When he was satisfied with what he wrote, the dark haired boy fixed himself up and left the room with his empty bag. He'd go to the nearest shopping center to get a few souvenirs for Gram before heading back to see if Haru was home.

Inoue was having the greatest time walking around the city. He enjoyed getting lost in the bustling streets, but figured that it was absolutely normal in highly populated cities; he had yet to figure out what city he was in, however. The smell of barbeque began to fill the air as he walked down another bustling street. Enchanted by the smell of freshly cooked beef, he stalked his way towards the smell and stepped inside the restaurant. Quickly, he looked over the menu to see if he could afford it, and came to great amusement when he found out it was just a bar with great food.

He was offered a seat at the bar by the owner who said he looked as lost as a tourist. The owner was a large, burly man who looked as though he used to be a wrestler or army man. He was American, but his Japanese was fluent and he spoke with just a slight flub-bub here and there. Inoue was offered his first meal, free of charge, as well as his first sip of sake. The liwuid was bitter and it stung his throat as it traveled down into his stomach, but he still asked for more and drank until he swayed in his seat and the burly man had confiscated the alcohol.

((It's alright ^^))

Inoue batted the man away and mumbled something unknown to the man. He sighed and grumbled before he made to get off of the seat he was currently on. Stumbling, INoue began to try to walk, but the man kept him still and continued to mumble things into the boy's ear. The teen fumbled again and the man took this opportunity to let his hands wander down the petite body.

"Stop it! Haru!" Inoue began to struggle from the man's grip, but was too drunk to even put force into his hits. Instead, he continued crying the older man's name out, hoping he'd come to his rescue. The large man gripped Inoue firmly, hindering his movements.