1. This is Alternative Universe, so that's why the story doesn't take place in Toyama or Shinjuku with the other Ronin Warriors/Troopers.

2. This fanfic, if I decide to keep it going, will take place in the '60s and beyond. This is based on all the movies about the bands from the 60s (especially "Sweetwater"), Valley of the Dolls and especially Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, a little of Forrest Gump, and any of the music documentaries about 1960s bands VH1 used to show (when I was little) before that channel became Celebreality...

3. This is rated M for adult language, sexual scenes, drug use (...), and a character death. I don't own anything but some insignificant OCs.

California, Early August 1969...

She didn't know how long she was hiding under the bed, or how many times she heard the guns and the screams. She had tried to call the police that some women and a man were trespassing the house, trying to murder people. The phone line was cut. She really wanted to call the husband. But he was somewhere else (she forgot where), unable to help his pregnant wife and her favorite actress.

And she might be next.

Suddenly she heard someone say, "There might be someone upstairs."

She whimpered and then she tried to shut herself up, before they could hear her as one of them was coming up. She started crying. Why was this happening? Why would these people come and murder everyone? Why wasn't she with her friends? But then again she had no idea where they were. Except for her boyfriend. He was hanging out with that guy who played with Hendrix last time she saw him. She knew that they were all drifting apart.

And then came the baby. She wanted to tell him that she was three months pregnant, carrying his baby. She was going to be a mother. Now, it may never happen...

Suddenly, the door in the room was kicked open. She tried her best not to make a sound, but she was crying even harder than before. Her heart began beating rapidly and she shook with immense fear. The only thing she could see were feet walking around the room, and the closet being opened.

And then, she felt herself being pulled mercilessly out from under the bed. She screamed as one of the female murderers threw her on the bed.

Two women were staring at her, their eyes stone cold in contrast to her tearful and frightened eyes.

"Looks like we got a little girl hiding from under the bed like a cowardly little baby," one muttered, her voice almost monotone.

"Yes, we don't take kindly around cowards. We see them worse than the parasites that roam our bodies," the other one added. She then pulled out a gun and aimed it at the crying girl's head.

The only thing the crying girl could do now was scream, "Rowen!"

New York, three years earlier...

A female hand started playing the first notes on her rhythm guitar to the tune of a classic by The Animals. The dark-haired, caramel-skinned girl was wearing a short, orange dress and was concentrating on her notes. Soon, the blue-haired young man, on the drums—and wearing a tuxedo—tapped lightly on the cymbals with his drumsticks. The guitarist, a dark-haired, caramel-skinned, and somewhat brawny guy, had waited until it was his time to play. Finally, another young woman, her hark hair past her waist, walked up to the microphone. While, hitting her hand very lightly with a tambourine, she began singing in a low voice:16

"In this dirty old part of the city,
Where the sun refused to shine,
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin' "

The blue-haired started tapping on one of the drums now.

"Now my man you're so young and handsome,"

The guitarist started to play some notes, now.

"And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due,"

And she and the other girls both sang, "I know..."

Their classmates started dancing to the tune, as the drummer began pounding on the drums.

The vocalist sang in a higher tone, hitting with the tambourine her hip, "Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'!"

"Bed a-dyin'," The other girl sang in a lower tone.

"Watched his hair been turnin' gray!"

"Turnin' gray."

"He's been workin' and slavin' his life awaaaay!"

As the music got louder, the girls began to shout:

"Yeaaahhh!
Yeaaahhh!
Yeaaahhh!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

Then came the chorus, with the vocalist singing in a higher tone than the other girl:

"We gotta get out of this place,
If it's the last thing we ever do!
We gotta get out of this place..."

And then the vocalist alone sang quietly and smiled, " 'Cause, boy, there's a better life, for me and you."

After the song was over, a man came up to the stage and shouted, "The Brothers and the Sisters, everybody!" Their classmates cheered and whistled as the group took a bow.

Later on, the four sat and drank their fruit punch while their classmates danced to slow music.

"Jesus!" The guitarist, Kento snapped. "It's 1966, and we still have to dance to music from 1959."

"The only way we were going to have this prom anyway," Drummer Rowen replied. "You know how the faculty is. Thank god our music teacher convinced the staff to let us play."

The singer, Kayura, smiled, "I really don't care. They loved us. That's all that matters to me."

The rhythm guitarist and backing vocals, Luna, said nothing. She just continued to drink her punch. Then she muttered, "I hate this damn punch."

"For once I agree," Kento spoke. "I feel like spiking it."

"AHEM!" Kento looked up and saw the school principle staring right at him. "Spiking what with what, Mister Rei Faun."

"Spiking the punch with fun!" Kento grinned. The other snickered and giggled before the principle went on. Then Kento muttered, "Fatass."

"Spiking the punch with fun," Luna smirked mercilessly at him. "Very original."

"Go off yourself, Luna."

"Up yours."

"Bite me."

Kayura and Rowen shook their heads at their friends. The two never got along. Now Kayura and Rowen, on the other hand...

Suddenly a song by Pasty Cline started playing. Kayura loved her. "Oh! I love this song." She turned to Rowen. "Dance with me?"

Rowen sighed. He hated to dance. "Oh, all right." She dragged him to the dance floor, and started to slow dance.

Kento and Luna slowly watched them dance for a while. Then Kento asked, "I wonder if those two have done it, yet."

"What business is it of yours?" Luna retorted.

"I was just CURIOUS! Can't a person be curious?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Kento mumbled something.

Luna and Kayura, friends since the fifth grade, decided to spend the night over Kayura's house. As Luna looked up at her friend, who was undressing, she sometimes envied her. She was beautiful, all the guys wanted her, but she chose Rowen, a gentlemen. What's more, she was confident about her body and was modest at the same time. Luna, however, was a tomboy. In fact she felt uncomfortable with the dress she had to wear for the prom. The idea of sex and dating still grossed her out or was uninteresting (one of the few teens at the time to think this way). Not one guy asked her out. She didn't even like putting on swimsuits.

Luna knew that Rowen and Kayura did it once a couple of weeks ago...

"I saw Richard smiling at you," Kayura spoke, breaking Luna from her thoughts.

"That asshole?"

She looked at her. "Come on. He's very nice."

"No he's not! He called me a fucking dyke because I was the only girl wearing jeans at that stupid homecoming."

"Well, I thought you looked beautiful in that dress you wore tonight."

"Aww my aunt made me wear it. And the make-up was uncomfortable on my face."

"You're just not used to it."

"So have you decided about where you're going to after we graduate?"

"Luna, you and I have the whole year to decide." The girls were a grade lower than the guys. Still they were able to attend because they were playing in a band. Kayura then frowned. "Rowen got accepted to UCLA. Kento to another college down there."

Luna didn't know this. "Are you kidding me?!" She sat closer to her. "Are you two ever going to see each other again?"

"I don't know." She sighed. "I want to go with him."

Luna was upset as well, but for another reason: They won't get to play in a band anymore if the guys left. But she understood a little about why. Rowen was a smart man. She knew he would go to a college far away from here. Either that or Harvard. Rowen chose UCLA because it was more culturally liberal. Kento only wanted to go to one because it was the only way the two guys wouldn't get drafted down to 'Nam. They both, especially Kento detested the war. All of them were of Asian descent, so it felt like they were killing their own kind.

Anyway, she spoke to Kayura, "We have the summer. We can play a few more songs, and you can spend more time with Rowen before they go."

She sighed, "I guess."

The song they sang in chapter one: "We Got To Get Out of the Place" The Animals. For the time being, all the titles for the chapters will be the title of the songs from the 60s.