A/N: Well, hello! This is my very first story so please if you would like to review it would be awesome! If this sucks, tell me, ok? Because i want to make this story really long! I have so many ideas...i think i will need another life to finsih it :P naaah just joking ^^
Anyways, this is a possible HagixOc. Nicole is my oc, ok? Just to make it clear. Also, there might be a slight KaixOc as well. Ok, on with the summary.
Nicole/Nicky, once a member of The Street's Maniacs Crew, also known as SMC, is kicked out of her crew because of her lack on cencentration. All this stress comes from a fight with her father, who is now sending her to an orphanage in London, under a fake ID. Once arrived there, she will meet several people such as the owner, Gray, Javier, Monique, Kai, and also the two enigmas, Hagi and Saya. Because of her past as a pro break dance and a few skills with the guitar, Nciole will try to find out what they all are hiding.
Also, this takes place around episode...33 i think, when Saya and Hagi reappear after missing a year. Also, the orphanage is Gray's house min London.
That is it^^ On with the story!
CHAPTER I - The past is dead and gone
Ok, this was already too much even a person like her own could bear after all. After she just missed that dammed last jump, she did not land on her feet, but on her head. Cursing as she felt the pain piercing right through her skull, Nicky got up, quite hard that is, and rubbed the injured part of her body. "Nicky!" Anna yelled as she ran towards her crew partner. The brown haired victim turned her head towards her and sighed. She knew this was good, but yet again, Anna was the leader. She couldn't say a shit in front of her. And that little yell of hers surely wasn't because she was worried for her…
"That is the fourth fucking time you miss the landing!" she yelled as she got two feet away from Nicky. Grunting, the girl turned around and gave Anna a 'yeah? I really didn't knew that…' sarcastic look before sighing deeply. "You have not been practicing, right?" the all might boss spoke… Nicky lowered her head a little ashamed of herself. "Nah..not really" she spoke several seconds later. "You know I've been in deep shit, An. Please don't sue me again…" Anna's right brow rose in confusing before she, herself let out a sigh. Yeah, she was in deep shit, and Anna knew pretty wellwhat was it all about.
"Nick, I cant afford to have you messing up like this…everything!" she almost yelled as she threw her hands into the air. "I know the thing with your old man, but..that is one thing. You must concentrate with the crew."
"But I cant!" Nicky said as she let her head fall backwards in exasperation.
"You forgot out motto?"
Anna's words pierced her head a lot tougher then the fall did. Gulping dry, Nicky lowered her head once more. "'Either dance or die…'" she said in a low voice. Anna shot her a disappointed look and nodded her head slowly a couple of time. Reaching her right shoulder with her arm, the leader called her name once more. And the girl did just the thing. She rose her head and stared at Anna. Nicky opened her mouth, to speak but nothing came out. Anna looked down.
"Ankh…Don't do this to me…" she pleaded as she called her leader by her original nickname, the one she found for herself almost 5 years ago. But it didn't seem to take any effect on her. The sharp look in her eyes did not change.
"Im really sorry for this Nicole…but you are out of the crew."
In her room, Nicole was packing her stuff away, ritual which lasted for almost 2 full hours. It would have lasted longer if the teenager would really care to pack the clothes the way they should be packed, not thrown and left at hells mercy. But it didn't really seem to bother her. It was already 6 p.m. and Nicky was struggling to close a suitcase with her own butt. Unfortunatly, she sank into the great sea of thoughts, and left her body in a static position, resting her chin in the palms of her hands and staring out the window with blank eyes. Real life did not matter in those moments, but what happened deep in her mind did. She was meditating on what just happened earlier that day.
She was out.
The simple thought brought tears in her eyes, but she kept them from falling. Who ever knew that the simple and most idiotic thought of being out of the dance crew she had been in for half of her life would matter that much? Well, the sad truth was that for her it really mattered.
But for Nicky it wasn't only a dance crew, it was her identity, her life style, and most of all, it was her family. All of them. Ankh, Maria, Toad, Bug, SR, Alex, Kid… She had so many dear memories about that crew, such as, the very first board they danced on, the first graffiti they made(it said "Please, don't kill the flys!"), but most of all, the day when they first met and choose their name and names. Ankh first made them all come at her place right after she lost her little hamster, Brutus(don't tell that is a stupid name or you shall die…). It wasn't the fact that he died, she just lost the little rodent in the street and gathered all them to go and search for him. Even if they all knew it was a fight they already lost, they searched him for almost half on day. At sunset, Ankh started to cry. It was the first time she cried, or she was seen crying. Nicky tried to confort her, but it was of no use. The hamster was gone and it was nothing none of them could ever do to change that.
But them Toad had an idea. Because he was the self proclaimed "artist of the ear" it was natural for him to joke with Ankh and tell if if she will not stop crying he would spray her face with paint. Even if the effect wasn't the one he expected(a punch in the gut, that is), the crying girl rose to her feet and grabbed that can of spray from her friend. Nicky and the others watched her as she wrote on a near by wall a little message. It said "In the loving memory of my street maniac, Brutus oxox". Nicky walked over to her and hugged her friend right before she would let her tears fall again. The can fell from her hands and hit the concrete with a metallic sound. Maria joined the hug as well. So did alex, the Bug and the others, creating the greatest group hug all of them had seen until them. Nicky could barely surpress her tears as well.
She was only 11 years old back then, so she said the only thing she found reasonable to say. "Its ok Ankh, Brutus will always be with us, on the streets." "Yea!" Toad jumped himself. "I mean, this crew is full of maniacs right?" after a short glare from Maria, she always was the smart one, the boy shut his mouth, knowing it was a lot better if he would say nothing. Inwardly he had done the best thing yet. Ankh opened her eyes wide and stepped out from the suffocating hug of her friends. "Crew…" she whispered as she stared at her latest 'masterpiece'. "Maniacs…" her eyes moved to the little people behind her as a hint of hope could be seen after two full days in which her eyes did nothing but water. "Streets.." the corners of her mouth made a small curve as a small but certain smile grew larger by the second.
By this time, Maria was getting worried. "A-ankh?" she called out as the girl stepped out from the 'crowd'. "Are you ok?" she said in a low voice.
"THE STREET'S MANIACS CREW!" was the yell of the 12 year old girl who lost her hamster the day before…
Nicky allowed herself to chuckle at the memory. The truth was they were already a crew, but that day everything went official.
Her eyes closed themselves as she wanted to make everything clear again. All of them were so similar, just like brothers and sisters. Their little group had to be forever and ever together. Never apart, never alone. If so, why did they abandoned her. Anna, or better said Ankh, abandoned her just like that, because she didn't knew how to do a stupid jump in their rehearsal they wanted to perform in Rats hole at the next text message they will receave. Almost 6 years of sisterhood were forgotten in just a stupid missed jump? She could barely believe that... But it happened.
Nicky shook her head. No it was better this way. Ever since they all started to dance, nothing good came out of that. Ever since they started to dance, an year ago, Toad got beaten up until he was 90% dead, Maria already started to take drugs, not to mention Bug ran away from home. Bug, who was momma's boy! But Nicky was scared of Ankh the most. She didn't even wanted to be called that way anymore. Ankh became more vicious, a tiran and a creature with a thirst for the first place. Ever since the crew won the admiration of the underground public when they first danced, Ankh was in a desperate fight with herself to keep the title. And she even sacrificed one of her friends for that goal.
Nicky could'nt take it anymore. The rivers of tears ran down her cheeks and she continued to slap her face and make them go away. Quiting her try to close the suitcase, Nicky got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing items out of her way in the process. As she got where she wanted to be, the brown haired girl grabbed the sink and lend her whole body weight on her thin and fragile arms as she kept her head down. A single, short look in the mirror made her understand she didn't liked that she saw. Down her boney face ran thin rivers of tears which carried her mascara and black eyeliner with them in the process and making her eye bags look even more deeper.
Without hesitation, and with lots of sobs and gasps Nicole turns on the water and washes her face with both hands in an almost maniacal manor. Several red marks were left as she finished this little purification ritual. Rising her head again Nicole saw her reflexion in the mirror and gasped again at the sight. Even if this wasn't what she wanted to achive, she was happy enough to have erased that warm feeling her tears left behind them as they rolled down her cheeks and nose.
Slapping herself once more, she went out of the bathroom. The crew, her friends, everything was dead and gone now. There was no use to ran after those memories again and again.
Going back to her bedroom, the teenager just punched the suitcase close. Throwing a huge backpack on her back, grabbing the case and her ipod, Nicole exited her one two room apartment without even bothering to lock up the door. She kenw there was nothing valuable people might want to steal from that place, so why to care? Exiting her block as well, Nicole had no surprise to find a cab waiting for her. It seems her loving father took care about every single aspect that involved her leaving New York…
"Hi Cornelius…" she said monotone as she walked right into the taxi without even eyeing him for a minute. From inside she could hear her dad and the driver exchanging several whispers, but still, she didn't care. Hopefully he was going to pay for the trip, since she wasn't going to lend her own money to the guy.
Several minutes later, the driver went in the drivers seat and grunting a few words Nicky didn't bother to understand, he put the car into motion.
As they passed streets and alleys, Nicole couldn't stop the flashbacks that came to her mind as she saw those small but meaningful things that bounded her to this place. Some were better then the others but the only one who brought tears to her eyes again was Brutus's memorial. It was old and there were others which covered the writing, but she was sure it was there. "Street's Maniacs crew…" Nicky whispered softly as she blinked the tears away. This was the final. No more crying over what was already dead. Singing and pulling the hood over head head, Nicky started to concentrate on the music in her head phones. Little did she knew, as soon as she done that the taxi passed in a flash of a second her maniac friends. Ironicly, they were heading to the next underground dance revolution to keep their title up and strong. None of them turned their head an inch. Maybe they missed her, maybe they did not…
Nicole closed her eyes tightly and barely heard her own thoughts;
Maybe London wont be that bad…I must get used with the farm thing…
TO BE CONTINUED…
