|D not the happiest of stories....and it's only the first part....

Dont kill me for attempting to use Rut, Dannii XD. I...kinda pictured Rut would...also be hanging around bars cos..he's Rut |D


A man with striking coloured hair sat at a bar, the smell of stale beer and cigarettes filling his nose. Though he didn't care, his head swum, thoughts clouded by the affects of alcohol. It had been his only way of being able to be free of his mental and emotional pain of losing his partner. He stared groggily at the reflective wall behind the bar, his dull, tired eyes staring back at him. Everything about his face and features seemed dishevelled, his hair was out of place, he had dark rings around his eyes and his clothing was creased and unironed. His usual routines had fallen apart when he had found out she had mysteriously died, she had been his world, his joy, his love...but it all came crashing down when he lost her. After he had heard of the news, he gradually fell into a deep depression, usually locking himself away in his bedroom to break down or just stare into space. The bottle had become his friend for most nights of the week, it gave him freedom from the hurt, and would help him sleep. His sadness and thoughts about her would disrupt his sleep, he would often sleep for little more then a few hours a night, though the after effects from a night of drinking would usually knock him out. His sister usually finding him asleep on the couch or near it on the floor when she would wake up in the morning.

Draak rubbed his eyes giving a slurred laugh before slamming some cash on the bar. He stood up, looking at the clock on the wall...it appeared to read 2:45am. He groaned. "...I.....is thatthe time...ohdamn....there goes.....another night..." He swayed slightly and made his way out of the bar and begun the slow journey home...



Draak was not alone when he exited the bar, a certain dirty blonde haired man in a leather jacket had noticed him leave. Cirrus had called Rutilus previously as she always did when she heard Draak go out for his drinking routine. She had instructed him to keep an eye on him and Rutilus didn't seem to complain, it was an excuse for him to go out and visit a bar, although deep down he too was looking out for Draak and would not drink over excess (even though it took a lot to do so), he also knew Cirrus was trusting him to make sure Draak didn't get into trouble when inebriated.

Rutilus had been keeping his distance the whole night, he didn't think Draak had noticed him sitting in the corner of the bar having the odd drink every now and then. He watched his friend slowly begin to lose his composure, slumping and mumbling to himself until Draak finally stood up and staggered out the bar.

He too stood up, paid his bar tab and walked out the bar. He stepped out into the cold night air and looked around to see where Draak had wandered. Of course Draak hadn't wandered too far.

"Oi, Draak!"

Draak swung around, swaying slightly. "...Ruh...Ruuh...Ru..tilus?...what..what areyou doing...out here....on a day...like today..."

Rutilus chuckled. "Yes, it be me."

"...sh...shallwe get a drink?"

"No...I think you've had quite enough..."

"...bu..buh....I'm...it's still good..." He took a few shaky steps towards Rutilus.

"...'s time for you t' go home methinks.." This being the primary objective that Cirrus had instructed him to do once Draak had left the bar.

"...mrrnnnh..."

"Your sis said so." Rut said slightly sternly and pullled out his cellphone to call a taxi for Draak.



Draak unwillingly got into the taxi cab with help from Rutilus, who also shoved some notes of cash in Draak's shirt pocket to pay the taxi driver when they had driven him home. Rutilus on the other hand was not joining Draak in the cab for the fact that he had driven himself to the bar on his motorcycle.
The taxi waited for Rutilus to move away and get onto his motorbike, when he had perched himself on the bike and popped his helmet on did the taxi drive off into the night. Rutilus revved the engine and followed the taxi through the cold, winter night.

After a short drive they reached the front yard of Draak's home. Draak in the meantime had fallen asleep in the back of the cab, his head flopped back against the seat. Rutilius had pulled up behind the cab, stopped his motor and walked up to the side where Draak was sitting and opened the door.

"Draak y' gotta wake up now bud..." He gently shook Draak's shoulder.

Draak gave a slight snort and woke up, blinking slowly and sitting up straight. "...nng?...Ruh...Ruht?"

"C'mon y' gotta pay th' man so we can get y' inside."

"Uh...Uh ok..."

Draak groggily fumbled around his pockets until he noticed the money in his shirt pocket and paid the driver. He then staggered out the car, Rutilus gripping his arm to stop him from falling over as they walked to the front door, the taxi driving away in the background. Rutilius knocked on the door.

Cirrus heard the knocking woke up from falling asleep on the couch, waiting for them to return from when they had left the house. She wandered over to the door and opened it, seeing a dishevelled Draak with Rutilus trying to support him.

"Rutilus...ah I see you brought Draak home in one piece...thank you." She gave a sleepy smile and looked at her brother. Draak gave a sluggish grin.

"'s no problem Cirrus, 'm sure he'll come round."

"...Yeah..." She sighed and moved out the way. "...come on Draak lets get you inside...."

Rutilus let Draak go and he moved forward and shuffled up towards his bedroom, his posture slouched. Cirrus and Rutilus watched him slowly make his way across the room to the stairs.

"...poor guy....'s not just him hurt...." He paused. "...hurts us t' see him like this too..."

Cirrus looked up at the blonde man sadly. "...yeah...I've never seen...him like this...." She trailed off and the two stood there in an awkward silence.

"..I..I guess I'd better let you leave...it's...probably really late..."

"..ah..yeah..I should let y' get some sleep." He chuckled.

"...hm...you too, thanks again Rut...I owe you for all this help.."

"'s ok really, y' don't owe me anything." He smiled. "I'll see y' later."

"Aw Rut....drive safe ok?"

"I'll be fine." He then walked towards his motorcycle that glistened under the streetlight.

"Goodnight!" She waved goodbye and wandered back inside. Locking the door, turning off the lights and heading to her own bedroom to go to sleep.



Draak groaned, his head pounding from the nights drinking as he slowly opened his eyes. It was another morning, another day being down and alone. He felt his body tense up as a wave of sadness passed through his body and he gripped his pillow. In his half awake stupor he failed to sense the presence of another until he felt a hand move lightly against his side and a body behind him. Cirrus never comforted him in such a manner.

"Stop frowning..." Said a playful voice.

END

And there we go, Quammy and I have discussed this and she agreed to bringing Mitra back *points to her updates* this seemed to scarily/nicely fit in with it 8o.