Chapter I

Hi, KuraiSeken here. I'm so happy now, because this is my FIRST EVER Hollyoaks fan fiction. So, to mark the occasion, I have decided to do it all about my favourite character: Newt!

Now, you usually see me over on the Anime/Manga section, where I make my mark in DN Angel. I have done one for Full metal Alchemist, but that said, it IS crossover with DN Angel. So, because of my experience of writing stories mainly about Satoshi Hiwatari from DN Angel (who, incidentally, also has a Voice or Other-half like Newt's) I'll find it quite easy to write about the conversations between Newt and Eli. So, thanks for reading and please enjoy!

P.S. In this, whenever Newt and Eli are together, it is written as though Eli can be seen by Newt but not by others, which is why everything Eli does or says is described in much the same way as any other characters. Much like what happens in the TV show. Just so you know, Eli's speech is typed in this font, and Newt's thoughts are in this font.

Enjoy, and please R & R!

Act 1

Scene 1

It was a very cold and stormy Winter's night that night in Hollyoaks, the rain falling hard on the roof of the houses, and the thunder roaring above the noise of the late night traffic driving past the village. At 11 o'clock at night, there was no one outside to appreciate the thunder's light show. No one, except for the few party animals that were wont to walk home from the SU bar every night – no matter the weather.

Newt couldn't sleep that night. The wind was blowing too hard through his open window, tearing at the posters on the wall. The red voodoo doll had already fallen on the floor, and the wind was already proceeding to taking out all the loose thumbtacks from the wall, making the posters crumple in the wind. Had Newt had the motivation to get out of the warm bed to close the window, he might've been able to save Gerard and his friends the indignity of being blown to the floor in the middle of their little Black Parade.

What's wrong, Newtos?Newt took his eyes away from the MyChem poster and stared at the shadowy figure sitting on the end of his bed. Eli. Newt just glared at him and turned over. He was in no mood to talk to Eli tonight, and in no mood to listen to what he had to say.

What does that look for? All I've done is asked you what's wrong and already you're giving me evils.Newt pressed his hands over his ears. He hated it when Eli pretended to be his friend, for he knew that – deep inside his Voice's thoughts – Newt was worth nothing to him.

Is it because of the other day? Are you worried about what happened in the Convenience Store? Does SHE know what you're worried about? That you don't like her that way anymore?Newt suddenly remembered what happened that day in the store. That terrible thing that happened when he went to pick up the latest issue of "Dark Princess". Eli was right about Newt's worrying, but he wasn't going to admit that – not to Eli at any rate.

Eli's expression turned serious. Listen to me. I don't care about how you see other people, or what you think about them, but there are people who do, who would kill you just for thinking that way. No everyone's as understanding as me. Dread started to grip at Newt, keeping him wide awake. If this secret of his got out, would others really KILL him for it? That McQueen boy John-Paul managed to get by OK, and he was open about his ways and means. Would that change for Newt, just because he was an Emo?

Remember, Newtos: what would Frankie say? Do you really think she would let someone of THAT sort live under her roof?

No. Frankie wouldn't, would she? After all, Craig had always been welcome in her home…but then again, Craig was her son. Newt wasn't even related by marriage. As far as he was concerned, he was just extra baggage. But I'm not even sure I am yet. Newt thought to himself. Maybe that issue of Dark Princess wasn't as exciting as the last one.

Are you kidding? That issue was the best one yet! Eli moved closer to Newt, until their noses were barely touching. You find out tomorrow Newtos. Do an experiment. The sooner you know for yourself, the sooner you can pack.

But, thought Newt, how will I know for myself? What do I do to find out? Eli just sighed at this, and moved his face away. He smiled wickedly, stood up, and winked at Newt, as if to say: You're clever. Work it out for yourself.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps could be heard from downstairs, along with childish shouts of "Bowie Bowie Bowie!!"

Well woof woof to you too. Eli knew that no one would see him, or here him say the words, but did so anyway for his own (and possibly Newt's) amusement.

The upstairs landing light was switched on, allowing yellow light to flood into Newt's bedroom through the gaps on either side of the closed door. Newt quickly lay flat on his bed and pulled the covers over his head, feigning sleep. Two sets of footsteps entered the room, one light but loud, and the other heavier, but calm. Frankie's voice from downstairs tried to call them away from the bedroom, but they wouldn't listen.

The shouts of "Bowie" continued, this time clear, as though Newt was right next to the child that made them. A woman's gentle, motherly voice softly shushed the child quiet, and the child's light footstep walked out of the bedroom again.

The woman's footsteps walked towards the bed, and placed a warm, soft hand on Newt's right cheek.

"I'm so sorry." Whispered the woman as she stroked his cheek, "But I'm going to make it up to you." Bending down, she gently placed a kiss on Newt's forehead and stroked his hair. Standing back up again, she closed the window, and then left the room. She closed the door, plunging the room once more into darkness. There was a still calm in the air now, and the FO boys were no longer at risk of sharing the same fate as Gerard and his buddies.

This is a turn up for the books. Whispered Eli as he walked out of the shadows where he'd concealed himself. Are you still going to carry on with the experiment tomorrow?

Sitting up slightly, Newt let the covers fall off him and gave Eli a steely glare. "Yes," Whispered Newt, "Tomorrow we will." The whistling of the wind ceased, allowing the posters to settle and leaving a still calm in the air. Settling back into the deep covers, Newt smiled, closed his eyes, and fell to sleep.

Hey! So what did you think? I know it's a little short, and not a lot is clear, but all will be revealed. One thing I will clear up now is the thing about "Dark Princess". For those of you who didn't read the signs and don't know what it is, "Dark Princess" is a fictional porn magazine catered entirely for Goth and Emo boys. What makes it different from the usual "Zoo" and "Playboy" is the fact that the cover doesn't show nudity, but girls in suggestively ripped Victorian dresses. That and the fact that the pornography features more blood, bats and bondage than the usual horror film. The girls (and occasionally boys) are most likely either Goths and Emos themselves, or just Playboy bunnies in desperate need of a pay rise (the fact is, although Playboy is more popular, dark Princess is a higher class of porn, and therefore makes more money).

Well, after all that, I hope you come to love this story, and that I get many a review on this – whether it be praise or flames, I don't really mind. Well, thanks and SEE YA! Please R&R