This is a HawkinsxDrake fic that exists in the same little universe my other high school fic was based in. It's during the same time line, though there will be many more time skips and won't be on a day to day basis from the beginning of the school year like Just Another Day. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
A red haired man with an X shaped scar on his chin walked through the park on a slow summer's day. "Oi, are you gonna get off of me, or not?" He looked over to where the sound was coming from. He saw a slim black haired boy seated on top of an annoyed man wearing a bandana.
The man just walked on, not really concerned with the affairs of other teens. He carried on his walking journey until he made it to a large decorative fountain where he spotted a blonde woman reading tarot cards. The blonde was wearing wrist length black gloves and had facial tattoo's that resembled slim triangles on the brow.
He walked to the tarot reader. "Excuse me, but how much is it to get my fortune read?" The blonde looked up with blank eyes. He took a step back. "You're a guy!" The blonde male sighed, gathered his cards, and stashed them away in one of his sleeves. "Yes I am, and I read a person their cards for free for their first time, do you still wish to get a reading?"
The red haired man rubbed the back of his neck. "This is a bit awkward, to be honest when I thought you were a girl I was trying to flirt…but now….ok, let's start over, my names X Drake, what's yours?"
The blonde sighed again at the female comment then replied. "My names Basil Hawkins…" Drake snickered. "Basil, that's a really girly name." Hawkins glared then stood and started to walk away. "Something important is supposed to start to happen for me today, I just hope you are not involved."
Drake watched Hawkins retreating form and scoffed. "I hope I'm not 'involved' either." He turned and started walking the way he came from.
Hawkins was annoyed. He was sure that he was supposed to set something in motion today but what. He stood at his fridge. "There is nothing to eat." He shut the fridge only to see a man with black hair and a white spotted hat standing next to the door. "Hello Basil." He said in a wispy voice.
Hawkins raised a tattooed brow. "What are you doing here Law?" Law grinned lazily. "I was bored, decided to check in on my pretty little neighbor." "Law I am taller than you." The grin fell from Laws face.
"What's your real purpose here?" Hawkins asked, plopping down on a bar stool. He grabbed a grape and ate it. "Well my appealing friend, I was here to ask if you have gotten my message about a sexy flame headed male moving in next door to the evil, but sexy as well, money loving women."
The blonde turned his attention back to his friend. "What does his face look like?" He asked, wondering if it was the X Drake he had met. "He lacks eyebrows, super pale, and seems to have a fetish for wearing lip stick, he seems to hang out with the Killer kid, you know, the one who wears the helmet and has the super long hair."
"Law, you gossip like a middle aged woman." Hawkins sighed for the twelfth time that day. "Hey, you asked what he looks like, why, are you interested in meeting a guy, I could probably set you up with someone from my crew if you want…" "No, that won't be necessary, I just met a red haired man today, but he wasn't pale, he had eyebrows and he did not wear lip stick."
"Oh, you met someone." Laws ears perked at this. "Who is he, tell the doctor." He swung himself into a stool next to Hawkins.
"Just another person who thought I was a women…maybe I should cut my hair…" "NO! I like your hair, its part of your magician charm!" Hawkins stared at him for a few minutes. "Ok I won't." "Oi, you could have responded earlier."
Drake walked down the road almost nearing his house. He spotted the kid and the bandana wearing man from earlier, only now he was showing off green colored hair. "A couple?" Drake wondered walking into his house.
He walked straight into his room. His walls were lined with marine posters and flags, though in one section of his room was a small Jolly Roger, too small for his parents to spot. On his left there were shelves with old dinosaur action figures from when he was younger now on proud display.
Drake yawned and stripped off his jacket and pant and boots, replacing them with pajama pants. He looked at himself in the mirror. "What if I got a big X tattooed right across my chest." He wondered aloud while he reached for his hat. He looked over and saw a note on his dresser.
Picking up the note he immediately began reading it.
Son,
We're off to your aunt's house for the month, seeing as its summer, do you even remember us mentioning it? Oh well, you know her number if you need us, remember, conserve food or get a job.
Love, Mom and Dad
"What's with the titles, I have a name." He muttered rubbing his chin. He threw the paper into a bin and laid down, now bored. He stared up at the ceiling and thought about the day. "That guy really did look like a woman, pretty…ah, no, he was not pretty…but if he were a girl…ok, no more thinking, time for sleep...though now that I think about it, I was pretty harsh on the dude, and just cause I thought he was a girl, I didn't need to laugh at him over his name…ah shit, I should apologize, but I don't know where he lives…I'll just go ask that Nami chick!"
Drake dashed out of his house and down the street and around a few blocks. He arrived at Nami's home. He knocked on the door impatiently. No answer. He knocked again. Still no reply. He sighed and slid down against the wall. "Why the hell am I being so irrational today…"
"….Drake, why the hell are you here at nine at night?" Drake turned his head up to see Killer. "Oh, hi Killer, um I wanted to ask Nami where that girlish looking guy Basil Hawkins lives." Killer raised a brow. "Nami's away on vacation with her sister, I'm watching the oranges, why do you need to know where Hawkins lives, are you in desperate need of a reading or something, or do you just find him attractive?"
The red haired male shook his head, strangely calm. "No, I just wanted to apologize, heh I don't really know why I'm running about so desperately though." Killer looked at him, though Drake couldn't really tell, the helmet kinda threw him off. "Alright, in that case, I'll give you his address, fallow me."
Killer led Drake into his house. Taking a quick look around the room Drake discovered that it was moderately normal, besides the people that were sitting in the room. One person had fiery red hair and a pair of square goggles holding up said hair, he was also wearing a large red fur coat with no shirt and strange patterned pants. Next to him was a tall guy who looked like a white haired rag doll of a man. Drake cleared his throat. "Hi I'm X Drake."
The fellow red head nodded at him. "Eustass Kidd." Drake sat down across from the two. "So what brings you here?" Kidd asked casually.
"He needed help stalking Hawkins, here's the address." "What, no map." "I'm not Nami." Killer replied handing him the paper and shoving him out the door. "Don't make this a habit, Drake."
Drake ran as fast as he could paying close attention to roads and numbers on houses until finally he located a house not even all that far from Killers home. "He could have told me it was only a block away." He muttered annoyed. He knocked on the door.
Hawkins was twisting straw together into little dolls. "Law, come here so I may pluck a hair from your head and put it in this doll." "Fuck you Basil." Hawkins chuckled lightly. A knock on the door interrupted his moment. He stood and walked to the door.
Looking through the peephole he was perplexed. How the hell did X Drake find his home? "Perhaps he has the wrong address." He pondered before opening the door to a out of breath X Drake in nothing but pajama pants. Sweat was trickling down the red heads chest. "Fuck damn Basil, you didn't tell me about this!" Law shouted from the kitchen doorway.
I'm gonna end this chapter here. Sorry for spamming you all with high school type fics ^^.
Anyway tell me what you think and if you want me to continue this. I just think there's a lack in supernova love at the moment.
