Rave Heaven

His body was on fire. His heart pounded fast, beats everywhere, running through his head. His mind was a rush of lights and sounds, his body nothing but a vessel to the feelings, moving as it please to the beats and twills. His heart was ready to burst, pounding so hard he heard it in his head. He weaved in and out, following her voice, though by now he was no longer sure it even was a voice at all, it seemed to take on a musical quality. It echoed into his ears far longer than it took her to say it, "Come on, we have to be on stage". He followed her to the greatest light, his vision a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of absolutely nothing, the colors the flooded around him was a vast sea, and all he could do was float in the right direction. His whole being was falling into the vastness of the reds and depths of blue. He was flying on a cloud of pleasure he couldn't get off, and he liked it. His only worry…..was being caught.

Heero sat on the hot pavement stairs, littered with un-recycled pop cans, water bottles, and spilled beer that overlooked the main stage of the enormous plaza. It was hot, no more than hot, smoldering. The temperature was almost 90 degrees at around midnight, and there were billions of people. Each person was moving, screaming, trying to be louder than the music thumping loud enough to shake the ground for blocks. He saw people of every age, the old hippies who had started this music trend, to the newest members of 15 trying to pretend they were older than they were with fake ID's attempting to snag some beer. Teens filled the plaza, each with some sort of piercing, tattoo, multicolored outfits, wings, wigs and all dancing to this crazy beat.

The place was dirty, not just dirty….filthy. The pavement below him burned his backside as he rested his tired feet. beside the sweltering night heat and the litter that covered the ground, the people that flayed themselves across the cement ground in a drug or alcohol induced stupor…and it annoyed him.

He, of all people, was stuck here. Heero scowled to himself as the music changed to an even louder, more fast paced beat, almost popping his eardrums and knocking him off his seat. He hated this music, these young kids who thought that drugs were there only life, who thought this music was "rad" or "hip", or whatever the hell they used to say cool. The fact that none of them probably had an I.Q. over 20 didn't really help the situation either. He let his eyes scan waves of twirling lights, in an ocean of moving teens and young adults. He had been watching the nonstop crowd of them, like a swirling ocean of hormones, raging in a pretty colored storm. The beats changed quickly, from quite to loud, with different feelings being mustered from the crowds. The lights were ready to drive him insane, blinking and flashing across the sky as if they were trying to be seen from space. He knew why everyone enjoyed them so much. Every last kid was blown out of their mind on some drug, and was watching them with the enthusiastic eyes of a chimp staring at the biggest banana he has ever seen in his life.

The whistles and music were slowly causing him to loose his hearing as a new beat slithered into his ears. This one was whimsical, the lyrics to it seemed upbeat and joyous. He saw the DJ wave to someone, who jumped offstage, and the figure moved into the crowds. He was lithe, swift, and glowing…Literally. He watched as lights stopped moving and the single form emerged from the crowd, his lights moving in a rhythm no one could match. One bright stick swung from a long braid of chestnut hair that dangled and twirled around him, another four in his hands as he twirled them around on long strings. The lights in his hands may have been the one doing the work, but the others seemed to glow just as bright, one dangled around his neck that swung with his quick movements. When his eye trailed lower, he saw a glow stick belt that adorned his hips, separating the white pants and red mesh tank top. At the bottom of the large white pants was a blue star that had a glowing yellow tinge to it.

The moment lasted forever as he found himself watching the lightshow, unable to pull his eyes away. When the music finally ended he heard a loud roar from the crowd, and the lights begin to fade.

"That was..."

"Festive?"

He jumped, startled, and looked to see his ecstatic partner next to him. Trowa always enjoyed these events. His long brown-auburn hair was slicked forward as usual, and covered one eye. His only visible bright emerald green eye seemed to gleam with anticipation as it stared back at him. The amusement was plane on his partner's face.

"Enjoying everything?"

"No..."

"Awe? Don't be such a downer."

"I'm not; this music is giving me a headache…."

"Sure…why don't we go get something to eat, our shift just ended."

Heero took one last look as the young female DJ, nodded at his replacements and switched roles. He couldn't help but turn his head back toward stage, and caught the DJ, her young mixer boy….and the master glow stick dancer walk of stage and into the cheering crowd.

*Ten minutes later*

At the restaurant across the street, Heero and Trowa sat with their food, shoving the greasy French fries into their mouths. Even though Heero detested fast food, or what he loved to call "a heart attack on a bun", at this moment he was too hungry and exhausted to argue with Trowa's food choice. He was surrounded by the teens that he had recently seen at the party, talking loudly, raving, drunk out of their mind and high of anything they could probably get their hands on.

"Were police, shouldn't we do something?"

"About what?" Trowa asked through a large bit of burger.

"About that!"

Heero pointed to a group of kids raving in front of each other's eyes, so obviously high that anyone could tell that the next morning they wouldn't even move from their beds.

"Aw, its just fun."

Heero rolled his eyes; his partner was far too lax.

A bell dinged on the door as more people walked in, and Heero turned to look, compelled by something he wasn't quite sure about. It was the braided raver. He, and the others, walked up to the counter. He finally got a good chance to look at the three. They looked no older than 17. The young girl had dark brown hair with blond streaks on her parted bangs, and a lime green top and Black pants. Around her neck was a black gas mask, which he remembered was over her mouth on-stage, which somehow didn't seem to hinder her singing. She was covered in bracelets and beads. The other boy was platinum blond, his outfit purely white and his wrist was adorned with white wristbands. The boy who was raving kept his eye longest though. His hair was chestnut in color at first glance, but was streaked with auburn highlights. It was long, kept in a braid leading to his knees. His arms were covered in bright colored beads, almost half way up his arms, similar to the Dj's.

He heard them laugh a little, as they took their food to a table in the back not surrounded by people, in a far corner. They were watched constantly however, by crowds of people, who randomly walked up for autographs.

"Stop-eye raping people you old pervert."

Heero jumped, startled by the comment.

"What?"

Trowa laughed a little.

"Smooth…real smooth."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are ogling that poor boy. Go talk to him."

"What!? I was not 'ogling' anyone, I was simply making sure that punk doesn't have anything else to put on those burgers."

"Your way to tight."

"Trowa!"

"Alright, alright. You really should give people the benefit of the doubt."

Heero sat there for a few moments, his eyes linked onto the boy, until his gaze was caught by the young girl and he turned his head. He heard her whisper, and his face turned red.

"Why don't you just go ask his name…Geez….its not that hard."

"He's a minor."

"Oh cut the crap. What do you care?"

"Trowa…why did you ever want to be an officer id you don't care about the rules and regulations?"

"Perks."

"What?"

"Oh never mind."

Heero sighed…Trowa was right, even though he didn't want to admit it. He wasn't much younger than he was, for Heero was only 21 himself. Trowa followed example and sighed as well. Trowa stood, and pointed to the exit.

"We'd better get going before it gets to hard to get out of here."

"Yeah"

Heero looked one last time over his shoulder at the raver, only to see the group watching his departure, and he turned back around and made fast for the door. He and Trowa walked to the car quickly, dodging people and cars.

The loud music faded from his ears as they made their way out of the big city and the crowds. But one thing that was stuck in his head, accompanying the ringing in his ears, was the picture of the boy and his fluid body. He knew they would meet again.

ME: ok everyone, that was a short chapter, but the other ones get longer, this was just a good place to stop it.

Duo: So…

ME: Yeah

Kurama: Hm…druggie.

Duo: Shut It!

Lyserg: gahh…

Riku: You're a moron.

Me: ^.^! Ok, I'll finish this next chapter fast.