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Part 1 pairing: 1X2 (mainly), 5X2, suggestions of others Much thanks to Christine for finding me lyrics for "The Lost boys" soundtrack.
Old organ music chimed loudly as the carousal turned, brightly painted horses moving up and down in time with it. Lights glimmered off the cheap plastic, stirring memories of childhood play in the cool night. Deaf and blind to those memories and the music, a group of dangerous looking teens wove their way through the bobbing horses. Their leader was a small, beautiful Asian man with black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. He moved with blatant sexuality, his expression was cool and slightly scornful, but anyone who got a close look saw that his dark eyes glittered with barely suppressed rage. Like a wild animal waiting to strike. The others trailed after him: a young, scantly clad woman with short purple-black hair obscuring one eye, a long haired blonde man a few years older then the leader, and a brash looking boy who sneered at everyone that glanced his way. Long used to gangs of this sort, the people on the merry-go-round ignored them. Still, one or two flinched when they passed, as if they carried an aura of death with them. The leader spotted something that interested him--a woman and her boyfriend reclining on one of the plastic loveseats. A smirk passed over his lips and he moved up to the pair to caress the woman's face. She didn't seem very pleased with his attentions and her boyfriend even less so. Finally, the man surged forward, shoving the boy away. "Fuck off!" He snapped. The other members of the gang came forward to surround them. The leader moved in again, cruelty and anticipation mixing with the anger in his eyes. Whatever end he had planned for the other man was interrupted by a large security guard. "Break it up!" the massive man shouted, pulling and shoving until they were all broken up. He fixed the gang leader with a fierce look. "I told you to stay off the board walk." The Chinese teen smiled slightly. "We were just leaving." With a gesture to the rest of his group, he left the carousal. They followed him, the girl letting out a chirpy "Sorry to bother you." Before they vanished into the darkness of the park. The guard turned to snap at the glaring couple. "You too, off the board walk." There was a buzz as the ride came to a stop.
Even children of the night need some rest and so the park was closing, the bright gems of carnival lights clicking off one set at a time. The few people who remained this late left quickly, knowing of the danger that lurked at night. Soon, all that remained was a lone security guard walking to his car. He calmly searched through his pockets for his keys, unbothered by the complete lack of other people. Oh, he'd heard the rumors of killer gangs and other such strangeness, but he felt himself more then able handle that. An odd sound caused him to glance up behind him. What he saw made his blood run cold. Panicked, he raced for his car. Unholy laughter rang through the still air making his feet move faster. He hit the car with smack, hand grasping the handle and yanking it hard. Locked. The laughter came closer, accompanied by the soft 'whoosh' of air. Guard wailed for help, far to gone to think coherently. Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind and hauled upward with such force the car door was torn free. A finale shriek rent the night, then all was still and calm.
Part One "The gentle rains remind me of a love I can't forget..." "Keep going." Click "...She will never turn her back on a friend..." "Not even." Click "Zounguko no tenshi na youni..." "Uhhh..." "Keep going." Click "...But for tonight oooh-kay, until tomorrow oooh-kay..." "Not bad." "Girl stuff. Change it." "Make up your minds already." Click "I wanna be the very best, no one ever was..." "NO!!" "I like this song!" Lady Une (called Anne by her friends) snapped, taking her eyes off the road long enough to glare at the two boys sharing the car with her. Slouched in the backseat, Heero exchanged glare for glare, then turned his head to stare out the window. Seated in the front, his stepbrother Trowa shrugged slightly and focused on blocking the music out. Content with her victory, Anne sang softly along with the lyrics. Heero let his breath in a noiseless sigh. He wanted very much to go back to Phoenix. Back to his friends, back to his school, hell even back to his father, bastard that he is. But when Anne divorced his father, she not only got his car, his company (not much of one, but still), most of his money, and his dog, she also got custody of Heero. Exactly why she wanted him, though, he had no idea. Probably just for the victory of winning. So now, instead of back home, he was being hauled off into some Seaside freak town so his *beloved* Stepmother could work on re-building *his* father's business. Life is such a blast. "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Anne questioned sweetly as the song finished. Lacking an answer, she changed the radio channel. Rock music poured out. "Stay here." Heero spoke up, eyes fixed on the rolling ocean beyond the glass window. Cool air poured in from the open front window. "What's that smell?" Trowa inquired vaguely, long fingers rubbing the pale ears of the husky whose head was thrust between the seats. Anne inhaled deeply, with obvious delight. "Ah, that's the fresh sea air." "Smells like someone died." Heero snickered in appreciation of his stepbrother's dry humor (1), sinking further back into his seat. Sign approached on the right side of the road, welcoming them to Santa Carla. The car rushed past it and Heero glanced over his shoulder to look at the back of the sign. Displayed in bold spray-paint were the words "Murder Capital of the World". Oh, nice.
//People are strange when you're a stranger They drove further into the medium sized city, encountering more foot traffic then car. Men and women roamed the streets in swim and diving suits, one or two carrying surf boards on their way down to the beach. Hippies in tie-dye and beaded necklaces leaned against shop fronts smoking a joint. Skinny Hispanic children with dirty knees whispered together on the curb.
//Women seem wicked when you're unwanted The amusement park was in full swing, rides twirling madly and people screaming in joy and terror. The scent of cotton candy and cooking hotdogs mixed with the salty air. Anne stopped at a red light. A couple of women crossed the street, hair spiked and dyed, leather jackets gaping open over tiny bikinis. Trowa and Heero shared a 'look' over the headrest.
//When you're strange faces come out of the rain In need of a potty break, humans and dog alike, Anne pulled the car over to fast food restaurant. Trowa took the dog out for a quick run while Heero went around to the back of the car, to the trailer that held most of their belongs and his bike. He started checking to make sure the bindings were secure, then changed his mind and undid them instead. Once they were free, he pulled it carefully to the ground, muscles bunching with the strain. Anne returned just then, gaze passing over him to a dumpster on the other side of the parking lot. Several teenagers were crawling through it, searching for food. Disgust covered her face before her sweeter nature won out. Heero held back a snort has she intercepted Trowa putting Nanok back in the car, handing her son money and pointing to the dumpster. "Hey, nice bike." Heero turned around to nod at the older man who had come up beside him. "Thank you." He paused, considering, "Are there any jobs around here?" The man shook his head regretfully. "Nothing legal."
//When you're strange Strange// Heero rode his bike for the remainder of the trip, thrilling in the speed and the wind rushing over his body. This final stretch lead them out of the city and into the hilly, rocky countryside. The air was less salty here, seasoned with dust and pollen. Since he was following behind the car, he didn't get the chance to see the house, until the car pulled over and he came to a stop beside it, getting his first glimpse of his new home. The first thought that came to mind was 'dear god, I'm going to live here?'. Now, the house itself wasn't that bad, kinda old and wooden and very woodsy. It was the landscape that was the real kicker. Old falling down fence, carved wooden Indian with an ax in the head, battered travel trailer with dead rabbits strung out in front of it, and there was more. He shook his head in mute horror. Trowa came up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "When you move out, can I come with you?" he murmured softly. Heero gave him a flat look. "Dad?" Lady Une called worriedly, running up the overgrown stone path to the porch. Sprawled on the wooden slats was large framed wrapped in a white coat, legs covered in metal braces laying flat. "Dad?" She said again, kneeling beside the old man. "He looks dead." Heero noted, dismounting his bike and leaning it on the kickstand. "No, he's just a deep sleeper." Anne insisted, shaking her father's shoulder. "If he's dead, can we go back to Phoenix?" Trowa spoke up hopefully. Anne glared he best 'I can't believe you just said that and boy am I going to get you for it later young man' glare. Suddenly the 'dead' man sat up and announced cheerfully, "Nope, just playing dead. And from what I hear doing a damn good job of it too." He laughed, deep and free, eyes unseen behind snug metal glasses. "Oh, Dad!" Anne exclaimed, allowing herself to be pulled down for a hug. Heero and Trowa exchanged another look.
"Talk about style." Heero snorted, taking in the various stuffed animals mixed with mechanical models. He set down the bell bar he was carrying and removed the clothing hung from the ends. "Hn." Trowa answered, carefully balancing dog water and feeding bowls in either hand. His mouth tightened in a frown, one visible emerald eye scanning the area with displeasure. Heero raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "Nothing." He set down the bowls, "No TV." "We'll live." Heero stalked into the kitchen, turning on the tap and running his hands under the water. He spotted something out the window. "Trowa." He waved his stepbrother in. The taller boy walked up nest to him, blinking through the window at the plant life on the other side. "Oh." "Hmm?" Heero smirked slightly, miming smoking with his right hand. "What are you boys doing?" Anne questioned from the living room, hauling in more boxes. "Nothing." They chorused together. Soon has the majority of their belongings were brought in, the boys became searching through the house, curious about their rarely seen and infrequently talked about Grandfather. It didn't take much to see why he was talked about much…the guy was an absolute loon. He seemed to have a fetish for machines, dead animals, and warfare. Freaky. At one point, they stumbled into what looked like Frakenstien's workshop. Bits and pieces of machinery were scattered around, some half formed into humanoid robots. Grandpa showed up then, waving his cane in one real hand and clacking a mechanical hand in disapproval. He chased them out with rules about Root beer and Oreo cookies and a strong warning about not tearing the sticker off the TV guide. "...And stay out of here." He finished, closing the double doors. "Wait," Trowa stopped him, "You have a TV?" "No. Read the TV guide, you don't need a TV." The doors snapped closed in his face.
(1) No comments about Trowa and humor. So what if he never cracked a joke in the anime, this is an AU damnit.
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