i REALLY shouldnt be starting another fic....i mean seriously, i have like, 80 that i need to finish. but wtf, why not. it might just be worth it XD twas inspired by my friend pikablue, alien, and dissecting a starfish. very strange day XD but anywayz...
warning: ooc, crack, AU, yaoi, cursing, and the abuse of alien stories.
inspiration: song wise; "pick u up" by adam lambert.
reasons: i wanted to be original~ (shot)
rating: pg-13 for now.
pairing: primarily, it shall be yamato/ultimo, with others strewn about.
summary: on his way home from the airport, yamato and lune hit a child. however, no one remembers the incident! not to mention the strange boy they hit returns, seeking yamato's help to stop a galactic war that threatens everything he holds dear. somehow along the way, boundaries are crossed and minds are efficiently fucked over by a prophecy that yamato cant help but feel is sketchy...
disclaimer: not mine, never shall beee!
i swear it'll be more interesting than it seems~!! 8D hopefully, you'll enjoy it as i churn it out in between other ultimo updates i manage to complete.
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All had been going fine until that accursed light had come on. Snapping awake from his light sleep, the redhead jumped upon seeing the blaring red light of the emergency backup lights, the shrill scream of the sirens making his head ring. His eyes widened, the faint red glow amidst the neon green shrinking in horror. Uru sat forward, a large -almost far too awkwardly so- hand propping him up over the dashboard that was filled with lights and keys.
Intruder.
Scanning the screen over and over again, Uru fought the growing panic. How had an intruder come aboard? Had the docks been opened? Quickly, his large glossy fingers swept over the keys, not once missing as he watched the screen, a firm frown on his face. A large see through screen appeared, data in a foreign language scrolling down the side as it relayed the camera's video footage through out the ship.
The docks were open, smashed in violently, the edges charred and softened. A ship that hadn't been there before hovered on the other side of the connecting passageway, the clear passageway showing signs of tampering.
"What...? Who would-" he started, before the ship gave a sharp and steady jerk, the metal beneath his feet quaking and groaning.
Uru had little time to think before the ship went spiraling from his control, cackling filling the intercom.
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The moon shown brightly over the neighborhood, illuminating the houses and fields just enough for one to find their way without walking into traffic. Which, to be honest, wasn't much at this hour, consisting mainly of one car that sped down the roads, uncaring of the speed limit. Inside, the driver tapped the wheel to the sound of music, which blared just a little too loudly.
He was a tall one, with sharp eyes and angles. Wind from the open window blew his short but unruly black hair around, partially obscuring his vision. Next to him, was a far shorter boy, who clutched his seatbelt in a death grip, looking ready to be ill. He had fair hair, long and messed only by the wind from the other side of the speeding car, and was fighting back the urge to scream.
"C-CANT WE SLOW DOWN?" he yelled over the music, glancing away from the road momentarily.
"WHAT?" the other yelled back, not sparing the blond a glance.
Eye twitching, Lune tried again. "I SAID, CANT WE SLOW D-...Y'know what..." he leaned forward, flicking the volume to the radio off. Heaving a sigh, he mumbled, "Much better..."
The brunette made a face. "Geez, you always gotta do this when its something I wanna listen to..."
"I just wanted to talk without screaming..." the blond mumbled.
Yamato rolled his eyes, and settled for a musicless ride for the moment. "What is it you wanted?"
"I was asking if you could slow down...The speed limit is forty miles, and we're pushing seventy..."
"Its not like anyones out. Besides, I wanna get back home soon..." he replied.
Lune's frown softened, as he could understand. They'd been away from home for so long on an overseas visit. He himself missed his own bed rather than his distant family, but he knew Yamato missed his mother. Above all, Yamato missed the girl he'd crushed on since grade school, another reason he was antsy to get home. Lune refrained from mentioning that Sayama was on vacation as well, and wouldn't be back till summer ended.
But still..."Even so, I'd prefer you slow down...I keep seeing my life flash before my eyes. And thats just from the thought of you wrecking my father's car..."
The brunette scowled, and turned his focus on the blond. "I'll have you know I'm a DAMN good driver! That ridiculous delivery job payed off. Have some faith in me-"
"YAMATO, STOP!!!"
He turned his attention back to the road just in time to see a figure limp onto the blacktop. "HOSHIT!" he swore, swerving the car to avoid the person, who had frozen up. The side scraped along their hip, sending the person flying any way. Yamato slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a halt a few dozen feet down the road and off the curb.
For a long moment, both boys counted their blessings that they hadn't smashed into a tree, which was only a mere three feet away. The sound of the car's engine shuddering, and their belongings in the backseat and trunk settling after the sharp turn, were the only sounds present. In the passenger seat, Lune looked like his heart just stopped, before his face turned green, and he flung open the door. Yamato almost found it funny to see his friend wrestle with the seatbelt clip before he lost his cookies. It'd be more amusing if he himself didn't want to barf.
Once the sound of retching quieted down, Lune heaved a shuddering groan, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Glancing to his right, he could make out the form of something laying on its side through the haze of sickness. His heart restopped, and he thought he'd be sick. He didn't want to even look at his car -nay, his FATHER'S car- to see what damage had been done, or check for a pulse on whoever they'd hit.
The opposite door swung open with a creak, Yamato stumbling out after a moment. He stared at the unmoving figure, debating the same thing Lune had been. Swallowing, the brunette made his way to the road, wary of oncoming cars or witnesses. As he came closer, he began to make out details, such as that it was a small child, with bushy burgundy hair. He was laying on his side, eyes closed tightly and lower limp clamped between his teethe. His shoulders rose quickly, sharp breaths hissing between his teethe.
"Its a kid..." he whispered to himself, squatting down to get a better look at the boy.
Behind him, he heard the unsteady footsteps of Lune, who was calling his name nervously. Once the blond stopped, he'd heard a sharp intake of air, before a quiet "Holy shit...we killed a child...!"
"No, he's still breathing..." Yamato corrected, relieved and frightened by this.
They just watched the boy gasp for breath, unsure of what to do. If they took him to a hospital, they could be charged...but if they ran, it'd be a hit and run, far worse than the previous. That wasn't even including the trauma it'd cause Yamato if he left a kid to die.
"What do we do...?" Lune whispered, pale.
Glancing up, Yamato felt his throat close up. "We...save him, what else?"
The dam broke inside the panicking blond. "But what will we say? This could be charged as murder if he doesn't make it!! What if his parents sue, or we get charged for kidnapping or-"
Yamato fought the urge to slap his friend. "Listen! If we just leave him, he'll die. And we're closer to a hospital anyway, so if we hurry, maybe it'll be okay!" he snapped, keeping his voice down as best as he could, trying to explain logic he hadn't exactly perfected.
"Shouldn't we just call an am- Yamato, don't touch him!" the blond cried, horrified as he watched the brunette lift up the child.
"Would you shut up?" he snapped, stumbling under the unexpected weight of the child. He regained his balance shortly, and turned towards Lune. The blond stared up at him, making a face. "What?"
"Go clear the backseat."
"Are you CRAZY!?"
"Do I LOOK like I'm in the mood for that sort of accusation!"
Lune looked torn between morals and the knowledge that blood stained. Hanging his head, the blond hurried away, whining to himself. "My father will KILL me..."
The trek back to the car was awkward and long, and Yamato wondered if maybe he'd hit a cow instead of a child. Why was he so HEAVY? Glancing down at the fitful expression that laced the boy's face, Yamato wondered if he'd be okay. His shirt was caked in blood, frighteningly warm. The boy himself felt soft save for the sharp angles of his shoulders, and chilly against his chest.
Waiting anxiously by the backseat door, Lune shifted from foot to foot, watching his friend. In the light of the car's interior, the child's hair glowed a bright red rather than burgundy. Lune's eyes widened and he gaped like a fish as he noticed the large, ornately decorated gauntlets the child wore. "What are THOSE?"
Yamato made a face, settling the kid in the backseat carefully. "I dunno. C'mon, hurry, get in. You make sure he don't roll off the seat or something." he ordered, hurrying around the side of the car.
"Whaaat? Yamato, he's BLEEDING and-"
"Hurry up or I'm leavin!"
The blond groaned, scowling at the redhead. Mumbling quietly to himself, he carefully lifted the boy up, and slid under. He settled the boy's head back in his lap, and wished he could buckle himself in after this incident. Instead, he grabbed the boy's shoulders and side as Yamato backed the car up sharply, drawing forth a hiss from the boy. He winced, but didn't let go of the injured boy's side until Yamato was speeding off down the road. Even then, Lune kept a firm hold on the redhead's shoulders.
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"Should we stay...?"
Watching the boy be carted off through the hospital doors, Yamato bit his lip. He felt gross with the caked blood on his shirt, but there wasn't any blood on him. Still, he felt SOMETHING, even if it wasn't red. Lune was in a similar position, his hands covered with the almost translucent green liquid. Under the acrid lights of the small hospital, the redhead had appeared unharmed, perfectly fine even.
"I dunno..." the brunette admitted.
Faced with the situation at hand, neither boy was sure WHAT to do. After a moment of indecision, the blond sighed heavily but shortly, and took a few quick steps to a chair and plopped in it. It was hard and uncomfortable, but he couldn't take the stress at the moment. Yamato followed after casting the double doors the redhead had gone through one final look.
They stayed in those chairs for a long while, drifting off every now and then. It was late after all, and the stress had left them both drained.
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the first chapter to the cracktastic mindfuck that will be this fic~!
omake!
lune: holy shit...we killed a child D8
yamato: quick! help me hide the body!
lune: what!?
yamato: COME ON!! D8
lune: holy shit we killed a child D8
yamato: no, we didnt...isnt that a bummer )8;; now we cant hide it...
yamato: clear off the backseat! you get in there to.
lune: this is the LAST person i wanted in my lap in the backseat...(glares at uru)
lune: yamato, dont touch him! D8 y'dont know where he's BEEN!
yamato: (drops uru) D8;;
uru: OHGAWDMYKIDNEY;A;
i cease nao =w=