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I'll tell you all how the story ends

Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right?
When: Feb 3rd and after
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.

For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands.

As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back.

They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals.

But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part.

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The door opens and closes again. This is a slight movement from the couch. A large crumpled form shifting on the sofa. A mountain of bottles are at the foot of it alone with a small army of spent hypodermics. He hasn't even bothered to take the tourniquet off completely after the last dose.

He's bleary and his head is floating. The heroin suppresses everything. He just feels the soft floating bliss of painless calm. He can barely open his eyes all the way when he hears her hit the wall and slide down it.

Xanxus sort of tries to get up and ends of flopping off the couch into his mountain of bottles. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that he's high out of his damn mind. All that matters is that Luci is back. She had been taken and now she's back. She's back and she looks like utter hell.

Xanxus has no shame in crawling over to her because he's not going to be standing any time soon. Crawling over and plopping a shot glass near her. "Hey babe. You look like you need this more than me."

Luci is just as fucked up as Xanxus, just more aware of how fucked up she is. And she envies him that, she really does. It's easy to spot the tourniquet, easy to know what he's been up to, and she just... can't summon the energy to feel like this is her fault. He'd be proud of her.

She looks down at the glass. "It's empty."

He can at least fill it for her. She did this to save his ass, he can at least give her a shot after.

He would very much be if he was capable of it. At the moment, he's trying his hardest to do this much. Being this strung out, even remotely functioning is difficult. That he's even making an effort when he would normally just couch out until he's down off his high is proof of how much he cares for and is concerned for Luci.

"Oh...right. It is. Gimme a moment. I think I got something that's still got alcohol in it." Yes. He's mixing alcohol and heroin. It's a deadly cocktail on a good day but it makes the crazy go away. He'll take it.

He fumbles around and finds something. Fireball... good enough. Still, it takes every bit of his concentration to pour her that shot. He spills just a little. "HA. I did it! Fuck those fuckers thinking I'm all fucked like this." He scoots the shot over to her. He does that and doesn't judge her at all. Don't even question why she is wearing...or not wearing things.

Xanxus might be a lot of things, be he'll never shame her. She's his Luci. She is always and forever above shame to him.

"You are fucked like this," Luci says with a weak smile as she picks up the shot and knocks it back. It's like a drop in a bucket, but it'll have to do for now. She's sitting across from him, like they were after Naomi's party, only this time Luci is the one close to falling off the edge and Xanxus is the one trying to keep her from disappearing. It seems they've come full circle.

"Were you part of the group that apparently fucked off for three days and came back with the shit kicked out of them? Did Lesedi pay you a visit?"

Is that why he's so goddamn high right now?

He's trying hard to keep her from it though he's really in no state to do damn near anything at all. But he's going to do whatever he can for Luci, even in his limited capacity. Mostly because she helped take care of him when he went through hell, so now it's his turn.

"....No. It was just... you were there and then suddenly, poof. Gone. Fetch. Yuffie. You. Everyone just vanished. You were all gone. Then the voices started again. The voices. The dreams. The ice. Fire... And it wouldn't go away. So I made it. I made it because I promised I wouldn't do anything stupid and the only other choice would be to demand from that bitch what the hell is going on in my goddamn head. I can't do that. So, I've been here. Keeping calm."

He reaches out for her and misses once. He tries again and gets her arm. "Someone messed with you though... who did it? Give me permission to fuck em up."

In a faroff way, Luci is appreciative of this. Xanxus didn't go off and do something dumb, Luci doesn't have to fix this problem, she can just...

"It was her." He's wasted, he'll never remember this.

"It was Lesedi. You can't go fuck her up." Because otherwise this would have been pointless.

"You were dying after that party. I had to do something."

He really won't remember it. This whole conversation will be another blank hole in his life. He'll remember parts of it, but like everything else, it won't mean much of anything. Still, there's her words and they seriously harsh his buzz in a way very little can.

He looks at her. Stares at her with those unfocused eyes as if he's trying hard to process this. "Shit...SHIT!" Even his anger muted. He can't even get that much, he's sedated himself that heavily. "son of a bitch... Luci. Fucking hell..."

He doesn't know what to say to her. How to say it to her. He doesn't blame her for it. The things Lesedi must have done to her. He blames himself. "You should have let me die. You should have just walked away. Shit Luci. This is my fault. My. Fault... Because of me you..." He's trying so hard to process this. "You should hate me now. Because of me...fuck, what do I do. I have to do something."

In a way, she thinks this is the perfect time to tell him. He won't remember, she'll be able to say she told him... the fact that he was too high to know how a lightswitch worked will probably come into contention, but hey. She told him.

"Hey, look at me," she says, putting her fingers under his chin to direct his eyes. "We all have free will. I exercised mine doing this. Don't take credit for my really, really noble sacrifice, I'll kick your ass.

"What you should do now-- is sober up. We're all back," Luci flops back against the wall. "'Cept Fetch. But we're here, and Yuffie and I need you now. I don't know what happened to her, but, given Lesedi took it out her stress on me it can't have been good."

She tells him to look at her so he does. His unfocused eyes, so very red now, trying to lock into her face. His expression earnest. He wants to know how he could have done this and how he could fix this. He had hurt her. Sure, it had been Lesedi, but it had been his fault.

"I know...but..." He wants to tell her he's not worth it. Not worth the sacrifice she had made for him. But it's too late for that. He just has to accept that yet another person has given up something for him.

"You're right." He's just going to slide next to the wall and rest his head on her shoulder. "I need to get clean... I need to take care of you two. I bet you haven't eaten yet. And baths. You need a bath. And.." There's just so much to do for her, for Yuffie, but until he's sober, there's nothing more he can do other than lean against her.

Luci has to swallow a lump that forms in her throat when Xanxus leans against her. It's a reminder, in a way, of how screwed up they all are, how they all need each other so badly. Especially now, when shit seemed to be going downhill so quickly and for the most unbelievable reasons. Luci was always protective of her band, never let anyone say they were untalented or losers, but this? This is way beyond that. This is family, as Xanxus is always saying. This is something Luci knows she's never had until now.

She puts her cheek against Xanxus, turns to wipe the rogue tear into his hair and kiss the top of his head. "Later. Let's just stay like this for a while. I want to stay like this, just until we can stand up again."

He lets her do that. Accepts the kiss to the top of his head. He barely feels it anyway with as much heroin as he's got running through him at the moment. He just scoots a little more and puts an arm around her. Lending his strength though at the moment he's so weak and lazy. It's so nice, it feels, to have someone who cared so much about him. Though for a moment he thinks he has someone else like this, but no. No. There's only Luci. Somehow, Luci ended up giving a shit about him and he won't let he down. Not again.

"All right. We can stay just like this. I won't move a muscle. And when I'm sober enough, I'll run you a bath and make you something to eat and cover you in bacon bandaids." Because that's all he can do since she won't let him get revenge for her. Besides, he's certain than if Luci wanted revenge, she would take it herself.

Luci snorts a laugh, the image of Xanxus covering her in bacon bandaids actually cutting through the thick layer of awful she felt radiating from her center. She wraps a sore arm around him and makes herself comfortable next to him.

"You're amazing, Xanxus. I'm... glad you're here. Even if you're fucknut high," she says with another weak laugh.

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