Copyright: The following is a non-profit fan-based story. The Boondocks and all featured characters from The Boondocks are owned by Sony Entertainment and Aaron McGruder. This story is made for the intent purpose of fun and exercise in story-writing and character study/development/etc.

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Huey was no prophet.

But ever since he was ten, he had experienced vivid prophetic dreams.

Like the time when he appeared in a Courtroom.

"I call Huey Freeman to the stand!" Defense Attorney Thomas Dubois declared to the overcrowded stands, "Please speak the truth my brother!"

"Whatever..." Huey marched to the podium and tested the microphone before he began, "Testing. Can you hear me?"

"We hear ya nigga! Now say somethin!"

"Here are my closing statements for the Defense." Huey began, "Jesus is black; Ronald Reagan was the devil; The Government's lying about 9/11; The Illuminati is real; The World Economy won't recover; The Catholic Church is a Paganistic Fraud; Israel is emulating the Third Reich in their treatment of Palestinians; Michael Jackson was murdered; Obama is not the salvation of Black America; Batman is overrated; Spiderman is a punk; and Final Fantasy died with the 13th Installment."

The crowd was completely silent.

"Thank you for your time and good night."

"NO!" A woman screamed while the crowd gossiped and panicked, "IT CAN'T BE TRUE!"

Then someone threw a chair through the air and the riot had begun. The crowd tore itself apart amidst conflicting emotions of revelation and denial. Martial Artists attacked NRA members; Nerds fought Geeks; Women tore into each other and their abusive spouses; a troll broke into the court and used a security guard as an improvised club; Jasmine threw a trident at a KKK knight on a pony; Two religious Irish brothers started shooting people while chanting in Latin; A shirtless Spartan killed ninjas in slow motion; A school janitor decapitated a dog to attach the head to some king from the north; and the Prosecuting Attorney had somehow caught on fire.

"Good speech...quick and to the point."

"Practice makes perfect." Huey said to the White Shadow, who acted as the presiding judge, "What are you doing in my dream anyway?"

"I'm in your mind remember? Besides, shouldn't you be asking him that question."

"What gave me away? The hat? Like the hat?" Huey looked into the gallery to see a man staring down on him with a familiar hat on his head, "Too bad, it's mine." Huey realized that a grenade had been dropped right in front of him just seconds before it ignited...


Huey felt his body kick upwards on reflex and get slammed back into his bed a pair of toned legs that had wrapped around his waist.

"You had that dream again?" Ming asked the annoyed Huey as she released him, "The dream where you made the white people riot?"

"How could you tell?"

"I heard you while you slept."

"You watched me sleep?" Of course she did, she snuck into your bed, "That's grounds for a restraining order."

"You are cute when you are serious."

"I'm cute to you?"

"Would you prefer sexy?" When did it become so easy for this girl to get under his skin? "Or handsome?"

"Why didn't I kick you out of my bed?" The truth was that Huey liked having her there, but he didn't want to admit it. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction, "Whatever...is it Six?"

"Seven." Huey immediately jumped out of bed as Ming giggled, "Caesar said you'd do that."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I wanted you to fully rest." Ming replied while Huey hurriedly changed into his kata clothes, "Your body will not shrivel for missing one morning practice."

"You miss one then it becomes an avalanche." Huey said as he turned back towards Ming and snapped back around from her, pinching his nose while he felt warmth build in his cheeks and other areas, "Put some clothes on Ming."

"I believed that you liked my dress." She was wearing that crimson night dress again. The same one that Jasmine was possessed to give her for her last birthday and it provoked the inner animal in Huey. An animal that Huey swore to keep under control, "Am I troubling you?"

"Like you'd care..." Huey stormed past her, using all focus to keep from looking at her barely clad form when he felt her hand grip his wrist. He turned to the side and saw her head tilted down, her face covered by her bangs, "Sorry...I just don't like being made fun of...you know that..."

"You shattered my leg, how could I?" Ming asked as she raised her head back to look Huey in his eyes with a small smile, "I just...want to have fun...with you."

"And the nightgown?" In his mind, Huey continued to use all focus to keep from looking down past her neck. After all, he knew fully well as to how powerful her kicks were despite the injury he gave her four years ago.

"Why have a night dress if you will not use it?" A utilitarian response though Huey saw another reason beneath it.

"You still need to put some clothes on." Huey threw his jacket in her face while he walked over to his bedroom door with a knowing smile, "You wanna invitation?"

"This rudeness is a sauce to your good wit," Huey opened the door for the other guest in the house who casually leaned against the hallway wall like he owned the place. Typical New Yorker mentality. "You got her in the dress?"

"We're not having sex Caesar!"

"I didn't say you were having sex." Michael Caesar pointed out while Huey was caught off guard by the observation and another one that Caesar followed up on, "Aha! There are no tricks in plain and simple faith! Cover that sword brotha!"

"My swords under the bed-" Realizing what Caesar meant, Huey grumbled in defeat, "I'm going to punch a tree."

"Don't hate the trees Huey! That's what the Man wants!"

"Oh? So your the lorax now?"

"Well I am speaking for the trees." Huey grinned while Ming was holding herself in laughter, "But I was gonna cook breakfast..."

"You can't cook and you're using products gained from corn-fed sources." Huey explained while Caesar indifferently shrugged, "Read about it."

"I did, corn tastes good."

"It'll kill you."

"Name one Revolutionary who didn't die young Huey."

"Benjamin Franklin died at the age of 85 due to natural causes." Ming answered the two boys, with Caesar shrugging and Huey nodding with approval, "He also ate much corn."

"Fine, enjoy poisoning yourself."

"Enjoy breaking your knuckles." Huey and Caesar pounded their elbows together before Huey went off to the restroom and then his training, "Morning, Ming."

"Zǎo ān (Good Morning), Caesar." Ming replied obviously entertained by the boy's short argument, "Did you sleep well?"

"I'm all alone in my room with nada but my earphones and Beethoven's serenade." The Boy from Brooklyn inhaled and cheered while Ming stared in confusion at the boy with dreads, "It's an MC thing, I live on music."

"How many times have I told him not to use my washrag?" Huey stomped back to the house guests, aggravated with his younger brother, "I'm behind schedule already and now this? Hope you're happy Caesar!"

"Bad dream?"

"He had the dream about the rioting white people."

"What'd your granddad tell ya bout telling white folk the truth?"

"He can't expect to tame the White Man with cheese!"

"Your brother tamed a white girl with cheese." Huey pinched his nose and failed miserably at suppressing a laugh, "Go in there and ask em right now."

"She snuck in again?"

"It's almost like Cindy and Riley are a couple! Gasp!" Huey walked towards Riley's room as Michael held out his hand to Ming, "Give unto Caesar what belongs to Caesar."

"Here are your earnings Caesar."

"Pleasure doing business."

"Why does he dream about making white people riot?"

"Every brother wants to dream about that one thing that they wanna do in life." Michael answered while pocketing the five dollar bill, "Me for instance, I wanna shake hands with Clinton and find out his secret."

"On how to be successful president?"

"More on how to keep a wife after getting a blow from another woman." Ming's eyes narrowed with annoyance and then both guests turned to where they heard Huey kick the door, "He held back! For a minute I thought he was gonna-"

"WHY ARE ALL OF YA'LL UP!" Riley yelled when opened his door and stared straight at his brother, "Some of us is tryin to sleep!"

"I thought you were cuddling?"

"Don't snitch! You know what Grandad did last time he caught her!"

"Congratulated you for not being gay and whipping you till your name was Tobi?"

"Call me Tobi and I'm throwin your ass out!"

"Riley...you realize what the score between us is-"

"This time it'll be different!"

"You said that last time and the time before that..."

"Nigga hush!" Hearing a yawn, Riley shoved his brother out of the doorway, "Turn the away nigga! My girl's behind me!"

"Riley...come back to bed baby..." A very tired Cindy McPhearson muttered clad in one of Riley's oversized shirts and her own boyshorts, "Mornin ya'll."

"Morning."

"Zǎo ān."

"Good morning." Huey looked at Ming and then back to Cindy, "See? She's with my brother and she has more clothes on than you did."

"Wait what?" Cindy's drowsy eyes lit up immediately, "You guys finally doin it?"

"ALRIGHT HUEY! MY BROTHA AIN'T GAY!"

"WE ARE NOT DOIN IT!"

"Yet..." Michael muttered just as the last resident of the Freeman House left his room, "Hi Granddad!"

"Ah huh...just like I thought." Robert Freeman had his arms crossed and dark lines under his wizened eyes. Someone was in trouble. "Hi Miss Cindy."

"Mr. Freeman...hi..."

"You should go back across the street, you and Riley can do your gang life thing later." The old man kindly suggested to her though Riley's expression told a completely different story, "As in now."

"See ya baby." Cindy placed a quick kiss on Riley's lips and then waved everyone out, "Later bitches! Don't strangas!"

"Give the queen my love!"

"What am I ya's message bitch?"

"You're right, I'll be over later!" Feeling the sudden tension amongst the Freemans, Caesar decided to follow his common sense, "I'm gonna get some popcorn, take notes Ming."

"You think you watchin a movie-" Riley growled after his grandfather smacked him on top of his head, "Granddad!"

"You had your little girlfriend over here didn't ya?" Huey wanted to say obviously, but stayed quiet, "I ain't gonna be no great-grandfather!"

"We use condoms and pills and shit!" Riley protested and pointed to Huey raised an eyebrow, "Sides! Why can't Cindy come over when Huey's girlfriend lives with us?"

"Cause your friend ain't paying room and board!"

"This some bullshit! Huey gets a penpal and a hoe-" Now it was Huey's turn to smack his younger brother, "What wrong with that? You got your girlfriend sleepin in your bed!"

"But I'm not the one trying to be a teen parent!"

"Fuck says we ain't using protection?"

"No birth control method is guaranteed to-" Huey winced from the smack his grandfather swiftly gave him, "What did I do?"

"I heard you in the hallway! You was havin that dream where you made the white people riot!"

"I was telling the truth!"

"How many times do I gotta tell ya not to even dream of telling white folks the truth?" Huey's grandfather asked in annoyance while Riley chuckled, "You're almost a man, they lynch black folk who don't know how to lie!"

"They lynch us regardless Granddad! Just replace the word lynching with the prison system!"

"It is 7 in the morning! We ain't gonna have no politics!"

"Just the conversation we need for the morning." Mike said when he came back up the stairs with a bag of popcorn and started eating while he watched the show, "Want some Ming?"

"I was led to believe popcorn would kill you."

"What doesn't these days?" Ming shrugged and took out a piece while the brothers and their grandfather continued to argue, "I love this family."

"As do I." Ming agreed, though the Freeman's argued passionately they did not argue with malice or hatred. In fact, Ming could almost feel the love that this family had for each other, "One look at them and knew why I had come.

"I'd swim across the ocean too if some fine sista was waiting for me." Caesar added in while Ming lightly blushed upon guessing his meaning, "What? This the part where ya tell me ya didn't come here for your revolutionary?"

"He is half of the reason, I won't lie."

"That takes care of the obvious, what about the other half?"

"Anima et Gradium."

"Life and Liberty?"

"Something that was impossible for me in China. But here..."

"By now you know that the whole Land of the Free term is false advertisement."

"But at least there is more of a chance here than with my grandfather."

"Hey Huey! Ming's dress fell off!"

"What?" There was a long pause after Huey's face turned towards Ming. A pause interrupted by the laughter of Huey's brother, "Riley..."

"WORKS EVERY TIME NIGGA! Need a condom? I'll let ya borrow one-" A belt bit at his butt as Riley cried out, "Granddad!"

"Stop teasing your brotha!" Robert commanded and then the whip nipped Huey's butt, "Stop bein dense and own up to your wood!"

"Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Zip-A-Dee-Ay! My oh my what a wonderful-" Now the belt had struck Caesar's free hand, "My hand! Why the hand?"

"I ain't gonna hear no song of the south in this house!" Robert then walked past the grandchildren and guests and took Caesar's popcorn, "Popcorn? Why thank you Caesar."

"We're too old for that crap Granddad!" Huey growled and watched how poorly Ming covered her own smile, "Glad my pain humors you."


Author's Notes:

This chapter speaks for itself.

I want to take my time with this story, so the next two chapters will focus on introducing the characters and setting the mood/tone for the rest of the story.