Hey. Ok you readers are probably wondering why this hasn't been updated in a millenia or where I've been or both. Well, I haven't updated this in a good while because I had no idea as to how Buster would encounter the specific girl to catch his eye. That and life has been the equivalent of Hell for me.
So here is the first chapter. Please don't flame me, kk?
Elwood belongs to Dan Aykroyd/Elwood
Buster belongs to J. Evan Bonifant
Mighty Mack belongs to John Goodman
Cabel Chamberlain belongs to Joe Morton
The Skellington hoodie girl (who is not a Mary Sue or myself placed into the fic cause I'm not like that) belongs to me
The parents of the Skellington girl also belong to me
The Skellington hoodie (well, the design of Jack Skellington anyway) belongs to Tim Burton
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Chapter 1: She Came with the Setting Sun
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"Elwood, how much longer do we have to stay here?"
He shrugged. God only knew when the cops would stop their search on them. It had been nearly three days since their escape. Elwood was still accused of kidnapping the orphan, Buster Blues. Cab was taken off the hook for joining the band and no longer being a part of a so-called kidnapping. Mack on the other hand, well...he was a part of the band and was therefore titled as a criminal.
Another offense they had to all their names was the fact that they refused to accept arrest and flee from the scene of a crime regardless if it was a pullover or a drug store.
The Blues Brothers were a band, a gang, a group that stuck together through thick and thin no matter what the cause. Therefore, in the eyes of the officials they were all tried as criminals.
Mack, of course, was still adjusting to this as well as Cab. Mack had been innocent of almost everything in his entire life. Maybe a few crimes he was guilty of but it was just the small stuff like a one time five fingered discount. At that time he only received a slight punishment considering he was just a kid.
Cab was also attempting to adjust considering he was innocent of crime his entire life and also the fact that he was once an official of the law. A commander, a chief, the leader of an entire line of a police force. Now he was reduced to being the very thing he was against; villainy, crime, and injustice. However, this seemed rather different. They were running to protect their emotions poured out into the blues. They were escaping the law for artistic and emotional reasons only they could comprehend. At least he knew the ways of the law as to what routes they took, what equipment they used but then again Elwood probably encountered all of this.
Buster had no problem with this new life. Since the day Elwood pried the cigarette from his lips and told him not to say 'shit', he knew that Elwood wouldn't steer him down the wrong path. In a subtle way, he kind of saw Elwood as a fatherly figure but never admitted it.
Time had passed for everyone despite their still adjusting to this new life of blues and escapes from the law.
Elwood could see this and wasn't forcing it on them. After all, they chose to join him in this adventure of life, and weren't complaining so far. The band was always close by in case a gig came out of nowhere. However, there hadn't been any gigs in a while but one was always bound to show up sometime. Nevertheless, Elwood would go out with the band and perform at a random spot just for the Hell of it and to remind people that there was some music in this world. To those who listened, he was secretly elated as to those who passed by, they didn't know what they were missing. Nonetheless, it was their own fault or so he believed.
By now, the day had gone by quickly in which the sun was slowly starting to set. Buster, having grown completely bored of the room decided to go out and roam the hotel on his own. Elwood knew that he could trust the kid going about and doing as he pleased as long as he didn't cause himself any trouble to which the kid never did on a daily basis.
Upon roaming the hotel, he soon found himself bored there and made his way back to the room. However, he had a run in with an unexpected stranger who could manipulate his heart into twists and turns that in the end would either lead him to emotional euphoria or permanent pain. He felt as though someone was close and turned quickly to see that no one was there except for a girlish figure walking his way in the distance. There was something about the form though that curiosity drove him to see in which he looked on the form as it drew closer.
She came with the setting sun as its' glow seemed faint over the horizon as the looming moon observed it all and especially how Buster quickly bit his bottom lip. What walked towards him was in his view; a true blue beauty. She had a Hell of a figure but with developing breasts as well as everything else of the female figure. Her eyes were a piercing amber that seemed to pierce his own heart as for a moment he could of sworn it stopped beating. From the slight distance where she walked, the wind blew by as he felt it for a mere second as he watched her long, black strands flew to the side as though ravens were in flight.
He was too mortified yet dazed to speak as he merely watched her with fascination and a great wonder of curiosity as to who this beauty was. How beautiful her melted amber eyes were and how they almost appeared to be liquid gold. Complimenting her eyes were spotted freckles all over her cheeks as well as her nose. It added a somewhat cute feature to her as Buster swallowed some.
She had an air about her as she almost stomped her way down the hall while being followed by two over bearing, over protective, overly annoying parental figures. She wasn't old enough to be having a slight tantrum, yet she wasn't too young for it as well as she bore a wince on her pretty Caucasian face as she attempted to make it vanish by humming a random tune she heard somewhere before that seemed vaguely familiar to him.
"Honey, are you sure you want a room to-," the mother's voice was nasal with an enormous amount of concern that only a mother would have. It triggered a slight annoyed and intolerant streak through Buster's brain as it settled within the moment as he remembered how he was to act as a Blues Brother as Elwood taught him. Bear no emotion and remain stoic, only to give off a slight menacing appearance. Watching on he wasn't aware that it was rude to stare despite his slight teen years but nonetheless, he disregarded the rule he was unaware of.
"Yes mother," her voice was on the brink of pure rage as she miraculously kept it to a normal tone. "I would like a room to myself. It's what we paid for and therefore, I am getting it."
In a way she seemed selfish and greedy at that tone but it could easily be understood; her parents seemed like a pain in the ass and a Hell of an annoyance. It was at then her outfit came into view as he noticed that his miniaturized Blues Brothers suit complimented her outfit nicely in almost the same colors of black and blue. She wore a short, violet mini-skirt with a pair of white fishnet leotards that were mostly hidden behind a pair of sleek black boots with a bit of a heel. Covering most of the miniskirt was a hoodie of a skeletal face that Buster had seen before and had overheard that name of it was 'Jack Skellington.'
Was she goth? No and even so, the youngest Blues Brother didn't give a damn; in his hidden eyes she was beautiful. Oh no, she was coming quick. Approaching faster, faster, closer, closer now; oh God, should he say something? If so, what? It was at then she was walking by and upon seeing him, merely gave a short nod as though to regard his presence in the world.
She said 'hi.'
It was transparent but it was the simple greeting of 'hi.' Quickly responding, he nodded back as though to regard hers' as for a moment he swore his soul left his being as he stood there; motionless as though he were the living dead amongst the beautiful flower that passed him. He didn't even notice the following parents as he felt his heart no longer pulsating and (even unaware to him), a small smile formed on his face.
He felt giddy. No wait, giddy was too...girly of a word. Elated, delighted- that was better. That could be applied to anyone as the memory of her nod replayed madly over and over in his head; now if only he had said something damnit! But what?!
Having no idea what to do, he ran into the room that he shared with Elwood and slammed the door loudly behind him. Panting hard as though he came from a 100 mile dash he pressed his back tightly against the door as he didn't even notice Elwood's stare of confusion, complete with the arched eyebrow. Neither of them spoke nothing until Buster's eyes met the confused eyes of the master blues-man as he gave a nod as if to ask him, 'what the Hell is going on?'
It was at then Buster gave a coy smirk as if to say 'something happened.' Still bearing the arched eyebrow and resuming the silent conversation between the two, Buster was about to resume when he heard a slight knock at the door. Without question he opened it as his hidden eyes came across the girl from earlier who bore the 'Jack Skellington' hoodie. He fought hard to restrain his jaw from dropping as well as keeping his consciousness. Had she felt what he was feeling when he encountered her presence earlier?
In her white washed hand held his harmonica as he felt his heart skip both in fear and the fact of her standing before him as she inched her hand to his form gently as though she was feeding a deer. Hell, Buster didn't even noticed that he dropped it as he merely concluded that it simply fell out of his pocket upon running into the hotel room.
"Is this yours'," she asked as her voice was that of a usual female teenager's as to him it sounded like the chiming of Church bells. The sweetest sound he ever heard aside from the music Elwood taught him in which he tried to remember in an attempt to calm himself. His eyes met with hers' as the annoyed glint from her parents seemed to be gone as they now sparkled with the remaining light of the fading sun.
His heart rate began to quicken as he heard it in his ears; congo drums from the Amazon, fast beats coming from within as he knew that even his heart had suddenly been transformed into a foreign musical instrument. What was causing this? Buster was unaware to the emotion of adornment and love (aside from what he had for the blues) as he swallowed whatever words were in his mouth and nodded to her question. Upon taking the harmonica from her, his fingers brushed against her palm as he felt a sensational shiver go throughout his entire small being.
As though to break the ice between them, he merely nodded as though offering her his thanks as she understood this and smirked some. She nodded in return before leaving his view and seemed to acknowledge his hidden eyes as they watched her enter her room. A slight smile came to her lips as she tried not to think of it as pathetic but rather as cute that a young boy would have a crush on her but then again it would be the only boy who would ever like her or so she believed. Bliss over-swept Buster as he closed the door in slight fear that she saw him and his near stalkerish actions.
Elwood knew what was going on as he attempted not to laugh at this. Not at the thought of love but rather the fact that Buster was in love and was completely unaware of it. As much as the young blues boy was growing, he was still naive to the world of love and the numerous pleasures of it whether it was sex or mere kisses. He watched Buster turn and hold his harmonica tightly as though to absorb her every fiber that touched the small musical instrument.
Once again Buster's hidden eyes met Elwood's shaded eyes unto which they bore no emotion but as for his casual smirk, it was now a devious grin as if to simply say: You sly bastard.