Note: I'm am Truely Sorry for how late this was! I just recently just picked this project back up, so I think Chapter Four will be coming out faster then this one. Once again, Sorry for the wait. You guys are amazing c:
Idiot, He muttered over and over again, both out loud and in his head. It amazed him how easy it was to fuck up in this world. He just saw one of the most beautiful women in his life, and he just ruined it for himself. He stood still in the middle of the alley catching his breath. He felt like everything in his stomach was about to come up. His cheeks felt warm from how much he had been drinking in the bar, downing everything from beer to vodka. If there was one thing Doubleside knew about himself, it was that he loved to drink. Drink down whatever the hell bothered him.
Just out of the corner of his eye he saw the bar doors swing open. A man wearing the same uniform as him, but he had jet black hair slung to the side of his face. Doubleside sighed and turned on his heel and turned to the man.
"Doubleside? What the fuck are you doing outside here?" Jack said, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was clearly drunk. Jack walked toward Doubleside on an angle, nearly walking into a wall.
"Jesus Jack, how many glasses did you bring down?"
"Five, going onto six." Jack laughed, and held the glass out to him.
Doubleside put his hand out in front of him, "I'm fine, I don't think I need another drink. Besides, I'm done for the night."
"What!" Jack called out, "The famous Doubleside done drinking for the night! Who are you and what have you down with the man I know!" Jack shouted jokingly.
"Ha Ha. Very funny Jack, now go bring your drunk ass back into the bar where it belongs before you cause a scene." Doubleside pushed his hair to the side and mumbled under his breath.
Him and Jack were partners in work and drinking. They were both in the Grim Reapers, a group infamous for its hitmen, and constant trouble with the USCPF. While many Reapers kept low profiles, a few would let their dark sides consume them, the job becoming more than just a pay cut, but a chance to inflict horrendous pain. Some would even begin taking mercenary jobs and help in raiding villages in the sand. The Grim Reapers was a brotherhood though, and thus no Reaper could kill another unless that brother was found guilty by the majority of all Reapers.
"Well fuck this shit." Jack said while smashing the glass of Whiskey to the ground, shattering the it into little pieces of glass. Doubleside sighed and walked over to his intoxicated friend.
"You're a real dumbass you know that right?''
"Yep." Jack grinned crookedly and looked at him. Doubleside was quite tall, almost 6'4, while Jack stood 5'9.
Doubleside had known Jack for a long time, hell Jack had even given him his name. Doubleside remembered his first few days with Jack, which were the hardest days of his life. He didn't remember much of the past, and rarely did he ever bring it up. Some secrets are always left unspoken and forgotten. Jack had asked him what his name had been and he didn't answer. The next day they had been training together and Double was doing great, Jack not so much. Jack had said to him,
"Hm, It's almost like you have two sides to you mate. One hidden and one out in the open. Doublesided. Heh, that'll be your name until you finally tell me." And even to this day he still liked to be called Doubleside because it was true. He did have two sides to him, but they weren't what Jack had thought. One side in which was the new him, and the other the old him. His name would soon enough wear off because he wouldn't be Doublesided anymore. He'd rather throw his past away then have to deal with it everyday.
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Doubleside touched his lip and felt the small white scar that was on his upper lip. He chuckled at the memory of getting it. His chuckled faded as he remembered how the fight had started. He shook his head and looked back at Jack who's eyes were blood shot.
Doubleside opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted,
"You never answered my question mate. What brought ya' out here?" Jack was only a few feet away from Doubleside, who was now leaning against a wall.
"To uh, calm down.." He lied.
"Some girl dump your ass to the curb again eh?"
"No," He scowled at Jack, "Why do you always just insist that I'm some type of man whore?"
Jack laughed and looked up at his friend who was looking at him with sharp stare.
"Oh...wow you're serious aren't ya'?"
Double rolled his eyes and grabbed Jack by the arm harshly. He began to drag him back to the bar, hoping to get the thought of the girl out of his head.
As they entered the bar, the bartender eyed him and his friend once again.
"Didn't catch the girl eh? She seemed pretty. Ya know-" The bartender said while cleaning a glass with a cloth.
"Yeah, yeah..." Doubleside muttered, cutting the bartender off. Even though he enjoyed being himself, he hated how people pictured him. First the girl, then Jack, now the bartender. Was he really that cocky and predictable? Double growled in frustration.
Jack was already at the counter, drinking from a new bottle of Whiskey once again while Double stayed to the side, leaning on what was left of a wall.
Shitty Bar, Double thought. There wasn't much in this bar. Just a counter stretched just enough to fit 3 wooden stools. Two tables squeezed in the corner, holding 4 chairs to each table. The tables were a good 4x4 each, and covered with stains and smelled of mildew. The legs on most of the chairs were split, and nearly falling off at their bases. To the left of the bar laid an old piano, which was completely out of tune making his ears ring painfully every time it was played. There was a few keys missing from the right side of the piano, showing how old it really was. The wood around it was smudged and dented up on the sides. The old black wood was starting to turn into a light gray now, some wouldn't realize it was originally black from how much damage was done to it. A few opened crates laid to the side, filled with all of the bottles of alcohol a man could dream off.
Double sighed and walked to the counter. It wasn't worth it to buy another drink, so he just sat down and watched Jack. Jack really wasn't acting like himself lately with all of the drinking. It was usually the other way around for both them. Double would do the drinking and Jack would be the watcher because Jack knew his story, unlike anyone else. He had a reason to actually be drinking uncontrollably. Jack, for what Double knew, was just drinking for the hell of it. Jack was downing Whiskey's, spending dollar after dollar. Double didn't know whether to stop Jack, or not. It was his money, but then again he most likely was drunk off of his ass. Double sighed and walked over to Jack, who had just nearly fallen off the bar stool.
"C'mon drunk, We better get going." He told Jack, Double after all was quite tired. He had a long day, killing men, being rejected, drinking, ex cetera.
Double and Jack made their way out of the bar, Jack nearly slamming into the door, and stumbling his way down the path to their apartment. Double had the apartments 3 and 4 checked out to his name. He sure was glad that he had gotten two, just in case they were stuck in Crane Town. Once they reached the corner of the path, they walked straight, toward some raggedy staircase that reached up to the two levels of the apartments. Jack was stumbling over his feet, and had fallen a few times. Double rolled his eyes and just put Jack's arm around his shoulder, almost dragging him to the apartments. They walked up the staircase until they hit the top, leading to rooms 3, 4 and 5. Jack was mumbling under his breath, saying something about having to much to drink. Double patted Jack's back and opened the hallway door. He was nearly dragging Jack's body in the hall, fumbling for the keys to room 4 in his pocket. He got the keys out when Jack let go of Doubles shoulder and crashed into the wall.
"Damn it Jack..." Double mumbled, while dropping the keys and nearly stumbling over.
"Woops.." Jack laughed.
God did Double hate having to watch over drunk people. There is a huge difference between being the drunk and watching the drunk, and for him he liked being the drunk instead. Double knelled down next to Jack and dragged him over so he was leaning on room 4's door. Double pushed his hair back and patted his forehead with his sleeve, which was now coated with sweat thanks to Jack. He looked at the spot were Jack had fallen and saw a large dent in the wall.
"God dammit.." Double muttered on. He glanced over at Jack who seemed to be in his own little universe, "You sure know how to cause trouble when you drunk..." Double didn't get an answer from Jack because he had fallen asleep. It was fascinating how fast Jack had passed out.
Suddenly the door to room 5 swung open. Double was left staring at the girl now standing in the middle of the hall. She was wearing only a gray tank top that was hugging her body, making her body structure stand out more than it should have. She also wore a pair of shorts that cut off at her upper-thighs. She looked exhausted, with her golden hair sticking up at some points, but then coming down into golden curls.
"What the hell is going on out here? I heard-" The girl had looked up and was left staring at Double. He saw the girl stiffen, then her icy blue glare locked on him.
"Why are you here." She snapped, her voice low but obviously annoyed yet surprised. Her hands went onto her hips.
"Well that's a lovely greeting to give to your neighbor now isn't it?" Double felt his mouth turn into a smirk.
"What the fuck do you mean by 'neighbor.'''
"You know, a person living near or next door to you. A bit surprised that I'd run into you again, but damn seeing you twice in one day?"
"Actually, it wouldn't be one day, speaking that we meet around 11 pm, and now we are here at almost, what? Three am? Yes, a few hours apart but not one day."
"God I love it when girls talk all facty to me."
"Facty isn't even a word dumbass." She scowled at him, leaning over to one side.
Double shrugged and looked back at Jack who was still sleeping.
"Well, I must go bring my drunk friend inside. Maybe after we can-" But when Double looked back over, the girl had slammed the door to her room and she was gone. Double was left smirking and picked the keys up to his room. He turned the key and brought Jack inside, letting him rest on the bed, while Double was left sitting in the chair smirking.
