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So, a minor mishap happened on the last update. For everyone that was wondering who Brash was, it was the orignal name I gave Boris when I wrote this story a year or two ago. I didn't like it so, I changed the name but I don't catch all of it. I changed it and reupdated the last chapter.

Hope you like this chapter and next chapter, they finally meet! ~AR~

Declaimer: I own nothing but my own characters.


Chapter Seven: Road Trip (Boys Pt. 2)

London, United Kingdom

10:25 AM

London Heathrow Airport

"Finally, I was getting tired on that plane." Butch stretch out his arms while yawning. "So, where do go from here?"

"I don't know." Brick starts to look around and spots a male dressed in black with a black cap, holding a sign reading 'Jojo.' Smiling, he turns to his brothers, "Hey, looks like we got a ride waiting for us."

"Where?"

"Right th-Aaah!" Brick ran right into a tall Hispanic man who was seven feet tall with magma red hair with an icy blue tint. Wearing nothing but black and black shades, the brothers stood closer together looking at the stranger. The stranger moved his finger, asking them to step closer and for some unknown reason, they did. He looked around quickly, making sure no one could over hear them. As his eyes went back to the four men, he smiled.

"Please, good sirs don't be alarm.

As you can see I mean you no harm."

'Oh lord! Is this guy kidding me! His is really going to start rhyming now!' Butch hit his head with the palm of his hand; a headache was already starting up. He ignored the strange look Boomer gave him, slowly moving his hand down his face and glared at the man in front of them. 'Good God! He is still going!'

"A task, you see, is set in motion!

Some can say it's as big as the ocean.

Alas, I see that it may be too great

For such people in your state.

The world you see is so big and blue.

But I have to ask, is this really true?

As he spoke, his eyes would glance from side to side with the Jojo brothers following his lead.

"For things we do in the Past,

Comes back, for a final hassle.

Now here's a riddle before you play.

A riddle to begin the day!

How is it so, that just these two,

Father Time and a boomerang,

Are consider one and the same?"

"What are you talking about? We don't even know you so I don't know why we are even bothering to listen to you." Brick stood in front of his brothers, not something he does very often but being the oldest, sometimes instinct takes over.

"Haha! Yet I do you see!

With does give me so much glee!

Now give me a minute, that's all I need.

For you're the Jojo brothers, it seems!

Friends and foes come and goes.

But given the choose, I suppose,

Would you take a second chance

And change the past in a single glance?

Enemy or friend?

What are we?

I say, we have to wait for the end.

But before I make my flee,

I'll say the riddle once again.

How is it so, that just these two,

Father Time and a boomerang,

Are consider one and the same?"

A cart with traveler's bags moved in between the brothers and the mysterious man. When it was gone, so was he. They looked around, trying to see if they could spot him but he had vanished out of thin air. As if, he was never there to begin with.

"Did you guys understand what the fuck he was talking about?" Butch looked around for a second time as both Boomer and Boris shook their heads. Brick didn't bother answering; instead, he just sat there and thought about what was said. It wasn't as if he knew what that man was trying to say but it was almost as if he was hinting something to them.

"AAAAAHHHH! Stop! Stop!" Boomer was trying to get out of Butch's hold on him. The poor guy had his head in a head lock as Butch was punching him where ever his fist hit. Brick looked over to Boris to see if he knew what happened. All he got was a shrug and a head shaking 'no' from him.

"STOP MOVING YOU PANSY! I'M TRYING TO TOUGHEN YOU OUT!" Butch wasn't even flinching when Boomer would pull his hair, kick him or even punch him. "TAKE YOUR BEATTING LIKE A MAN ALREADY!"

"Let me go! Let me go!" He began to swinging like a mad man. Punching and hitting anything that came in his way. Even though, he was mostly hitting air.

Brick was standing in front of the two; head down with his eyes closed tightly while the right eye wouldn't stop twitching as he fought to keep himself from getting angry. A crowd began to from; some wanted to see what was going on while others were trying to record the event. Every person that stopped, every sound his brothers made, the hopelessness look from Boris, he found it that much difficult to stay calm, that much harder from making a bigger scene. It wasn't until someone said security were being called did he snap.

"THAT IS IT! I HAD ENOUGH FROM YOU TWO!" Brick's voice echoed throughout the entire airport. He pulled his brother's apart as they tried not looking away. They knew they skewed up big time and with every second Brick glared at them, the smaller they felt. "I HAVE HAD IT UP TOO HERE WITH YOU! THIS WHOLE FLIGHT, YOU INSTAGTED A FIGHT!" He pointed at Boomer who just whimpered in response. "AND YOU ARE DUMB ENOUGH TO FALL FOR IT!" He shot Butch a death glare as he coward down in fear. "GRAB YOU FUCKIN' STUFF AND SHUT THE HELL UP! IF I HEAR ONE WORD OUT OF EITHER OF YOUR MOUTH, SO HELP ME I'LL SEW THEM SHUT!"

Not a word passed their lips, quickly grabbed their things. Without warning, Brick walked closer to them, grabbed one ear from both of them and dragged them along with him. Boris quickly and quietly walking beside him. The crowd died down when they realized that the show was over and went on their merrily way. Brick, who wasn't caring that he was making an even bigger scene at this point, marched off towards the man with their name.

"We are the Jojo brothers. I'm Brick Jojo, that's Boris and these two morons'," he pulled them closer to the driver as he finally let go of their ears, "are Butch and Boomer. Please, excuse their behavior right now."

"Uhh, I will be your driver today. Please allow me to carry your bags." He reached for each suitcase before he led them to the waiting limo.

"Oww. My ear hurts really badly." Boomer was rubbing his left ear as they sat in the limo. "Did you have to pull that hard?" He quieted down as his red brother gave him another death glare.

"Your ear wouldn't be hurting if you two were not causing a scene." He started to dig through an ice chest on his right. There was nothing but soda and the day he was having, he was hoping for a can of beer. Giving up, he took two Coke's, gave one to Boris and started to drink the other.

"Hey can you pass me a drink?" Butch had very little time to react as Brick threw a can of soda at his head. "I don't like Root Beer. Is there any O-. You know what; I seem to like Root Beer, never mind." He waved his hand in front of him as he put on a childish face. He decided not to aggravate his older brother any more than he has already.

The rest of the ride was in silence as they waited for the limo to stop. Thirty minutes later, they were in front of The Savoy Hotel and soon led to room 305, their new home.

"Well, we have twenty minutes before we have to leave. Might as well get ready." Brick started to head to one of the four rooms, pushing the airport scene far from his mind, as his brothers followed his lead.