Whole New Complexity (A Sequel to Crazy As Normal)(Izzal)

Chapter 15

Axl straightens up his spine when he hears a big wooden dragging sound from inside of Hell House. He had gone out to buy Marlboro red cigarettes by what little money he had and just got back.

"What the fuck is going on?" He shouts as he walks into Hell House but he sees no one in the living room, also getting no response. "Hey, somebody answer me!"

Smiling as usual, Steven comes out from the bathroom, shaking his wet hands to dry. "I guess it's Izzy."

Axl gives a groan. Damn, Izzy's on heroin again. He doesn't like to see the rhythm guitarist doing something weird as well as crouching behind the couch in a drug haze. He bolts for their room and opens the door without any notification. They usually knock on the door or vocalize the conventional words because they truly want to avoid the awkward moment, well, running across self-consolation so to speak, although such decorum hardly seems to be required since they're doing more than being an eyewitness. At any rate,  Axl breaks the unspoken rule.

"Hey, here you are. Good timing." Izzy looks at him over his shoulder in a slouching position. He's lifting his bed. "Give me a hand."

Axl stresses every single word. "What. Are. You. Doing?" He's been out of the house for only fifteen minutes or so.  The arcane man bending his back was sane enough to play the guitar at that time.

"I'm moving my bed next to yours."

"Why?"

Izzy shouts. "Fucking help me already!"

Axl does what he's told. Beside him, Izzy looks down at their beds next to one another.  A triumphant smile creases his cheeks.

"Do you feel like telling me what this is?"

"My muscles are sore and I figured out our beds are too small to sleep in for two people. Aren't yours sore?"

Not only the bed problem but also your drug addiction harms your muscles,  Axl objects in his head but shakes off the thought. He cups the taller man's face with his both hands and carefully looks into his eyes. "Hmm, you ain't high."

"Shut the fuck up!" Izzy pushes his chest. "I did that 'cause I thought you'd like it, too."

"Sorry, I'm just worried about your health. I like that. I really do." Axl kisses him, hoping that Izzy takes it as his apology.

His wish comes true. Izzy's tongue captures his. "I'm pumped about tonight, y'know." He says between the kisses.

Axl hums an agreement sound around the other's lips in a dreamy mood because what Izzy made is as close as so-called a lovers' bedroom. Plus, this inky black haired man is going to sleep with him for some time. He enjoys the sweet kisses then pulls away slowly. "Did the bed thing flash across your mind?"

"Yeah, I was like 'why the fuck is my back sore?' when I played the guitar." Izzy chuckles at himself.

Axl lifts the black Les Paul Custom unplugged on the amplifier and noodles open chords. "If only we had a piano here."

He doesn't ask for much. Just one place surrounded full of music where he could spend peaceful time with Izzy. It is more than anything. He almost gets all, but he lacks his instrument.

"You don't get along with Niv, so I'm gonna approach him. He'll supply a piano for you since we clearly need your new composition. Sounds perfect?" Taking his guitar from Axl's hands, Izzy tilts his head.

Axl nods and nearly makes a mistake of throwing the words of "That's so sweet of you." They sound romantic, don't they? Yeah, it's fucking creepy. Izzy sits on the edge of the king size bed, which was previously two single size beds, and starts playing the guitar.  Axl sits next to him, burning his calories to be unconcerned, offering. "Hey, is your back still stiff? I'm gonna give you a backrub."