All other fics will be put on hold because of this one. ive been wanting to do it for a long time now.

But now that everyone's down with my Lauren and Deondre story...

here's how they "hooked up". :)

With the help of two "mysterious" CUTIES!

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The elevator door swung open. Deondre smirked, seeing the skinny little sister walk in. She was holding a red book, her nose promptly stuck in it. Her eyes were dark green, he noticed that feature second on her. What he noticed first would surely get him slapped in the face if she was a mind reader. He was sweaty since he was just coming back from sword practice. He was a large man, some would call him "ripped", and here he was in an elevator without a shirt and with a very pretty young woman.

She stepped in and pressed the button to her floor and the doors shut. Deondre smirked and pulled his arm behind her, moving his body in close.

"I noticed you don't-"

Click

He looked down to see a pistol was pointed up at his chin.

"You have a repugnant odor," She had a thick british accent, "Please step back,"

"Wh-where did that come fro-"

Click

"Okay! Okay!" He jumped to the furthest corner and kept his hands folded infront of him. Sheesh.

That bitch was HOT.

The elevator dinged and came to a stop, allowing the young woman to leave, her nose still stuck in that book. Deondre chuckled and wiped his head with his gi that was by his hip, meh, there were other women in the facility... other women who weren't in A class. He could tell when he saw that gun, only A class patrols were allowed to use that type of weapon. He was C class, himself, but that was just because he had only joined a few weeks ago.

The door was about to close when a small brown hand stuck inside, the doors pushed back just before crushing the small hand.

"Man, that was just stupid," a high pitched voice complained. Deondre looked down to see two young boys, the taller one walking ahead and the younger one following with a very pouted look on his face.

"Hey..." Deondre started, "How'd... you kids get in here?"

"Never mind that," The taller boy told him. The kid looked very serious, making the older man feel a bit amused. The boy looked like he meant business. He was short, obviously, but his afro gave him atleast another foot of height. The younger brother looked very annoyed, his face almost identical to his brother's, only his eyes were dark green and his hair was in corn rows.

"Are you Deondre Freeman?" The older brother asked, full seriousness in his voice.

"Uh...Yeah," Deondre replied, "Can I help...you?"

The two boys looked at eachother and then back at him, almost perplexed, "We hope so,"

The boys looked awkward, unsure of how to propose whatever they were about to discuss.

"You're our ol' man," The younger finally blurted out. Deondre felt his blood run cold. It was then that he realized how much they looked like him, but... oh shit.

"I'm your... what?" He panted, "Well... that means... I guess... oh shit,"

"We understand this may come as a shock to you, but it's vital that you believe us and understand that-"

"So... Elizabeth's your mother, huh? It had to have been Lizzy..." Deondre gulped, "I swear, I wanted to wrap up but she was all-"

"Damn! No!" The younger brother shouted, covering his ears, "We don't wanna know whachu done with some ho named Lizabeth! Damn! Wasswrongwitchu!?"

"Then... then who's your mom?"

"Deondre," The older began, keeping calm, "That woman, who just left, her name is Laura King... she's our mother,"

"What?"

"We're from the future," The older took a breath, "And it's of the upmost importance that you believe us. Our lives and the fate of the world are both at stake. You and that woman get married and have me and my brother in about two years,"

"That woman? The woman who just pulled a gun on me?"

"Yes," The older boy nodded, "I'm sure you're very confused and have a lot of questions but-"

The door opened and Deondre laughed as he made his way out. The boys looked at eachother and followed him, both getting annoyed with his casual attitude from the news they told him.

"Did you hear me? You're our Father,"

"No, I'm not." Deondre said, turning around a bit to look at them, "You kids are very funny, and I do hope you find who you're looking for,"

"We found him!" The younger one shouted, "An' if you don't help we aint gon' exist!"

"And the world will be destroyed!"

Deondre rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Look, this... Laura King just pulled a fucking gun on me. I wouldn't have even hit on her had I known the ho was in A class, anyway,"

"You best be checkn' yoself!" The younger brother yelled, "Nobody calln' MY momma a ho! Not even my own pop!"

The older one held his brother back as he tried to convince Deondre further, but the man was already walking away.

"Wait!" The older brother exclaimed, "Please, just listen, your father is Robert Jebidiah Freeman and your mother is Kelly Faith Freeman. They both think that you're at a normal college right now. You grew up in Chicago and dream of living in a safer place when you want to raise kids of your own,"

"How'd... how'd you two... know that?"

"Cos we yo kids! Aintchu been listenin'?"

"Whatever. Did Ricky put you up to this?"

"No! You have to believe us," The older brother complained.

"I don't even know no nigga Ricky,"

"Boys, I gotta get home and shower before the banquet tonight," Deondre told them, turning to shrug regretably at them, "It's really been funny, though. Give my best to ol' Rick,"

"The banquet?" The younger brother stopped squirming and widened his eyes. Deondre watched as the brothers exchanged looks and then turned their wide eyes back at him, "It's tonight?"

"Ye...ah,"

"Listen! Tonight something huge is gonna happen," The older brother said urgently, dropping his brother and running over to Deondre excitedly, "Laura's gonna be there and she's gonna be sitting at your table,"

"Oh come on," Deondre waved them off, turning around to leave.

"I'm serious!" The boys started following him, "She's gonna be at your table- wearing a red dress. She's going to look prettier than any other woman you'd ever seen before,"

"yeah! And she aint' gon remember you from the elevator until she tells her favorite joke and hears you laugh," The younger brother added, "It's a lame, dumb ass joke, but you gon' laugh anyway cos you a silly mother fucker and you want to get wit'her an all,"

Deondre was intrigued, he turned to look at them and gave them an unconvinced look, "All that?"

"No," The older brother said, "Then, when they call out your partners- she's going to be paired with you,"

"I'm in C class, little man," Deondre chuckled, rubbing the boys hair with the palm of his hand, "we don't get partners or go on missions,"

"Don't do that again," The older boy pushed back, fixing his fro to how it was before it had been messed with, "Your Master Sensei is allowing you to. It's the surprise event. He's going to say you've shown more skill and talent than any other student he's ever trained,"

Deondre rolled his eyes, "Later, kids,"

The boys stayed there, watching the large man take his leave of the area. Feeling very, very distraught the younger one started hopping in anger, feeling more agitated than his brother look, "YOU SUCH A PUNK!"

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Deondre sighed as he straightened his tie and sat down at his table. Some other people he recalled were sitting there, but none of them he knew too well. They were all from B class, and most of them were annoying.

"Hey! Freeman! What brings you to this table?"

"They said Table 14, chair two," Deondre said, showing his invitation. He scanned the room, noticing how high brow it was. All of his fellow C classers were at the lower tables, far, far away from him. It was curious, but not... THAT curious.

"Good evening All," A very coy voice said cooly. Deondre's head shot up only to be floored by the sight of the woman from the elevator come walking up to the chair beside him. She had her hair down, loose waves falling at the tips. She was dressed in a deep, deep red dress, almost maroon. It wasn't trashy in the least. It hardly showed any cleavage, but it framed her figure too nicely for words.

She plopped down next to him and held out her hand, "Laura King, you're the only one here who I haven't met yet, hm?"

"Uh... We sorta met before," He shrugged, taking her hand. He was trying desperately hard to not seem surprised that he knew her name from two "future" kids, "Deondre Freeman,"

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Freeman,"

The night when on, food was served and conversation went on. Deondre was finding this Laura to be more and more facsinating as the night drew on. She was smart, beautiful and had such a serious personality... he kept trying to make her laugh, but nothing he said phased her. She was stone cold, and very polite. Plus, that english accent was sexier beyond compare.

"Well, I do know this one joke," She admitted bashfully, "It's rather silly, actually..."

"Let's hear it," Deondre urged, forgetting all about the strange kids he had met before.

"Okay, what's big, red and eats rocks?"

"Uh... Ronald Reagan?"

"A big red Rock EATER," She chuckled slightly, dabbing her mouth with her napkin. Deondre laughed regardless, not a full blown cackle, of course, but he did let out his own bit of a chuckle. He watched as her eyes widen and she pointed at him, "You were the smelly oaf from the elevator!"

"Uh...yeah," Woah...

"Now I remember!" She exclaimed, proud of herself, "Your face did seem familar,"

Deondre was feeling awkward. Okay, no big deal. So those kids... predicted two random coiensidences. No big deal. No big deal, right?

"Ladies and gentlemen," A voice called from over the loud speaker. Everyone turned to look at the dean standing on the stage, looking very proud, "Listen up, people, listen up. Now, your partners are all in this room. These are the people who you will rely on and they will rely on you. You don't keep any secrets from them. You trust them with every aspect of your life. Feeling brave?" The announcer cleared his throat and leaned in again, "All twos and ones. If you have a two or a one on your invitation to where you're supposed to sit... you are partners,"

I'm two... So who's one?

"Which one of you blokes is two?" Laura asked, looking at the young men at the table. None of them spoke. Deondre's jaw dropped and he tried to asess the situation.

"I... I am,"

She looked at him curiously, "You? but... I thought... Are you not C class?"

Deondre stood up and pushed in his chair, "Excuse me for a moment,"

The large man made his was to the C class students at the end of the room, making sure not to make too much noise seeing as the man was still saying who was paired with who. When Deondre finally made it to the C tables, he found the very table that was holding the very person he needed to speak with.

"Master Ikakou," He said darkly, "Why am I partnered with an A student?"

"It would be a crime, Freeman-san, for you to stay in my classes," The old man replied, "You have you've shown more ski-"

"Skill and talent than any other student you've ever trained?" Deondre cut him off. The old man looked shocked that the words he was just about to speak were stolen from his own mouth.

"Why...yes,"

"I... need to go..." Deondre told him, bowing respectively.

"Is everything alright, son?"

"Yeah... I just... need to find someone,"

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eeeeeek. I WONDER who those strange boys were!

hm. i should update tonight but who knows!