Ok, this may seem a bit OOC, but give me a break. The last time i saw the show i was like 12. Now i'm fifteen. So yeah, no baggin on me, got it. Thanks, mucho appreciationess! And now, without further ado...

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Hair

chapter one:

Brown

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Otto sat on his bed, thinking about his family. Mainly about his mother and father. He didn't really remember what she looked like, but he knew a little bit from the pictures he saw of her in the photo albums. Her hair was violet, just like Reggie's hair. But Raymundo's hair was blonde.

So why was his brown?

He'd always pondered this. So many questions he had, and no answers. He'd always wanted to ask "Why?" but he never did.

Otto's eyes closed as he sighed.

He promised himself he'd ask soon. But was it another empty deal? Would he actually do it this time?

"Yes," he answered his own question, "Soon."

Otto rolled over on his side, and fell asleep.

"Reggie, you seen Otto today?" Raymundo asked. His violet haired Daughter sat in the living room watching a surfing moving. Her eyes flicked to him.

"No. He's probably with Twister or something." she said, and went back to watching the movie. Raymundo stood there for a couple of beats, and then he walked into the kitchen. He had to leave to go to "The Shack" soon (A/N: is that the name? I can't remember. The last time I saw Rocket power was like, not recently o.O). He found it odd that he hadn't heard from his son all morning, let alone seen him.

"Maybe he's still up in his room." he said to himself, and headed for the stairs.

"Otto?" Raymundo's voice said from outside the door. Otto's eyes shot open as he sat up straight in his bed.

"Yeah Dad?" he asked.

"Are you alright? Haven't seen you all morning." Raymundo said. Otto was silent, thinking carefully (A/N: WHOA! He's thinking carefully o.O) about what to say.

"...I'm fine, just a little tired. Didn't really sleep much last night," he said, which was true. After hearing Raymundo answer Reggie's question about her mom, he stayed up late into the night, tossing and turning, because he couldn't get their conversation out of his head. Raymundo opened the door and popped his head inside.

"Really? Are you sick?" he asked. Otto looked at him funny.

"No. Why would you ask that?" he asked. Raymundo smirked playfully at his son,

"Because usually you sleep like a log." he said. When he saw the smile spread across the Otto's face, he inwardly sighed with relief.

"You're just jealous." Otto said. Raymundo rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I gotta go to work. Don't get into any trouble today." he said. Otto looked at him with an innocent face.

"Me? Get into trouble? Never." he said. Raymundo shook his head, and laughed, then he closed the door. Otto's smile faded away as he looked out the window. He winced, thinking about what just happened.

"That was totally forced." he told himself.

"Something about that was just...weird." Raymundo said as he backed out the driveway.

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"Yo, Ottoman! Come on, it's already twelve! We could be at Madtown by now!" Twister said as he walked into Otto's room. Otto glared at him.

"Knock first." he said. Twister smiled slyly.

"Fine." he said, then left the room. He knocked on the closed the door, and then let himself in.

"Yo, Ottoman! Come one, it's already twelve! We could be at Madtown by now!" he repeated. "Better?"

"No." Otto threw a pillow at him, but Twister knocked it away.

"Dude! Come on! It's totally scarce man! Like a Skater drought! We'd be the only ones getting to shred up the pipes and grind the rails man!" twister said, picking up a comic that was tossed aside, looked at it, and then tossed it behind him. Otto rolled his eyes.

"I don't feel like it." he said. "I don't really feel like skating today."

Twister raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, you feeling ok?" he asked, reaching to put his hand on Otto's forehead. Otto smacked his hand away, and twister shrugged.

"Just trying to help."

"Well you're not. I'm not sick." Otto said. Twisted tapped his chin, thoughtfully.

"Ok...how about the waves? I heard they're pretty sweet today. We'd be able to rip 'em up!" he said. Otto looked thoughtful then. He was a little hot, and the water might take his mind off some things. He eyed twister.

"Will it get you to shut up?" He asked. Twister held up three fingers.

"Scouts honor!" he said, saluting him. Then a pillow hit him in the face, knocking him over.

"Like you were ever a scout. Ok, lemme get ready."

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Twenty minutes later, they were out in the ocean, riding the waves. Twister was trying to catch a tube before it closed in, while Otto stayed off to the side, thinking.

Pondering.

Wondering.

"WAAAGH!" Twister cried out as the waved caved in on him. Otto snapped out of his thoughts, and saw twister's board a few feet away from, then suddenly, Twister broke through the surface of the water with a gasp.

"Man, " he said, "I lost my hat."

"Dude, you suck." Otto said. Twister glared at him.

"I don't. Not everyone can ride a tube like you. Speaking of which, why are you just wading there like a duck?" Twister exclaimed.

"A Duck?" Otto raised an eyebrow. Twister was so weird.

"Yeah, a duck. You haven't tried to catch one wave yet. You are sick."

"I'm not sick."

"Yeah, sure."

"I'm Not!"

Twisted rolled his eyes.

"Then prove it," he said, "Catch the next wave, and I'll be convinced."

Otto glared at his bestfriend. Twister was so thickheaded some times, but then again...he was acting a little strange. He could understand the other boy's concern.

"Just watch me. I'll prove I'm not sick, and then you'll be buying me chilli fries at the Shack." Otto said, and the paddled on his board. There was a great wave coming, he could tell. The wind was just right and-

Otto turned his board around just as the wave was rising. Then he steadily got to his feet. He steered the board to the side, rode up the wave, then back down, swerving.

"Hah!" he yelled. Then he began to lose his balance. As he desperately tried to keep his footing, the wave rose higher, tipping his board, and then he couldn't control it.

"WAAAGH!" he cried out.

SPLASH!

He was under the water, upside down with the strap connecting him to his board, kind of floating away.

I wonder how long I can stay like this. It's kind of relaxing, he thought. When he decided air was a good thing, he made his way to the surface.

"Dude, you ok?" Twister said, paddling over to him. Otto clung to his board, and then pulled himself up.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Major spill, dude. You went down like a ho." twister said. Otto glared at him and he raised his hands in defeat.

"Sorry. First thing that came to my head. You alright, for real?" he asked. Otto put his hand on his head, and then looked at Twister. He unhooked the strap around his leg.

"Watch my board." he said.

"Wha?" Twister said, but Otto had already dove into the water. He kicked his legs and went deeper.

Who knows, he thought, Maybe I am sick.

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"You sure?" Reggie said to Twister in a hushed toned. They were in the Livingroom talking while Otto was in the kitchen eating a sandwich. He knew they were talking about him, but chose, for once, to stay out of it.

"Yeah Reg. It was like, weird. He was all out of it and stuff, and he even got rejected on the wave." Twister said.

"Not good. Did he say anything?" Reggie wanted to know.

"Naw. Well, he told me to watch his board, and then splashed into the water. Seriously though, I think he's sick." Twister said. Otto could hear them walking to the door.

"Yeah, Maybe. Thanks. Seeya Twist." Reggie said.

"Later Rocketgirl." he said, and then the front door opened and closed. A few moments later, Reggie appeared in the kitchen just as Otto was getting up. He didn't really want to talk to Reggie right now. For some unknown reason, he was feeling a bit of hostility towards her. When he started to walk across the kitchen to go upstairs, Reggie moved to block his way. Otto stared at his sister. She was two years older than himself, making her seventeen, but he had her in height and weight. If she tried anything, he doubted she'd succeed.

"Something wrong?" he said bitterly. Reggie cocked an eyebrow up.

"Dunno. Care to share what's beneath your hair?" she asked. He glared at her.

"Not really." he said, and roughly pushed past her. Reggie caught his arm to halt him.

"Hey-"she said, buthe whipped around and grabbed her wrist. She yelped in surprise.

" 'Not really' means no." he said in a low voice, then let go of her wrist. She released his arm and he headed up the stares.

"Jeez. It's like you're a whole 'nother person. You don't have to be so rude." she said. Otto rolled his eyes.

"Free country." he stated flatly, and then closed his door.

Thus is the ending of the chapter.

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