Past Happenings: Chap. 2
By: hypergirl
This story is taking up all of my time! Ugh, I'm supposed to be working on Brothers Separated,
but Sylina just keeps bugging me about this. So, I decided to write some more. If nothing else, it will keep
Sylina off my back for an hour or so. Well, enjoy what my insane muse and I have come up with and
review for more chapters!!!!!!!!!!! Justin is little Heero.
Disclaimer: *sniffle* I only own $11.54, and I'm a minor. Suing me will get you nothing.
Reviewers
aem, you think it has potential? Well, at least the people at ff.net do. According to my writing test scores,
I have no writing ability. (They had us write on making an educational video about our school or
community.)
Gradual Decline, you like it! *beams* I spout nothingness all the time!
., was that a good weird or a bad weird? Well, be prepared for more weirdness!
Silverwolf, you review my stories lots! ^______^ THANK YOU!!! Did I write more soon enough?
Past Happenings: Chap. 2
"I`ll pay you to take the brat off my hands." Stated the man. "He has been nothing but an
annoyance since I got him. He has no use for me and I hear you could use a…" He trailed off, knowing
that to make this deal he would need to get to the point. "You can name your price. I just need to get him
off my hands. He has become a hindrance to my work." The man was pleading now. Another man, much
more athletic looking, was leaning casually against the wall. He already planned on taking the boy, but
was having fun watching this pathetic man squirm. Silently he wondered how someone so annoyingly
stupid could be such an influence in the banking industry. He looked the man up and down, tuning out his
words as he observed the way he shifted from one foot to another and how he kept smoothing his shirt.
What an idiot.
The boy remained in the car, waiting for his father to come out. He was slightly puzzled. His dad
never took him anywhere. He looked around, wondering why he had been brought this time. He watched
as his father came out of the building that he had entered just a few minutes ago. But now he was
accompanied by another taller man. The youngster peered up at the new individual, he did not like the way
he was looking at him. "This is him?" questioned the tall man. His dad nodded and walked around to the
passenger side of the car and opened the door, saying "Justin, you need to go with this man. He is your
new dad, so behave." Justin was surprised to say the least. But had no opportunity to express his feelings
on the matter as his late dad slid into the drivers seat, grabbed his bag of clothes, threw them at Justin, and
hurriedly rushed away.
"We'll be great friends, as long as you listen to me and do as you're told. Now, let's go home,
Justin." The man said with a mock sweet voice, "You can call me Sir." Added the man as an afterthought.
~**~ At the house ~**~
Justin slowly climbed out of the car, unsure of how Sir would react to his presence. He followed
Sir into the small run-down house. Making sure to keep directly behind his new dad, he glanced at the
interior of the house. It was a three-bedroom dwelling with one bathroom and six chairs, three at a square
table and two more in what Justin supposed was the living room. The other chair was located slightly to
the right of the door. Almost a bare house, a few dressers were in two of the three bedrooms along with the
beds. Sir pointed to the smaller of the two rooms with beds, "You will stay there until I tell you differently,
got it. If I tell you to do something, you do it, then. Some of my associates will be dropping by in a few
days, and I will expect you to be polite." Justin nodded and walked into the spare bedroom. The boy lay
down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Justin yawned and sat up, confused. Then he remembered, he had a new dad. He got up and
started out the door, only to pause. He remembered what Sir had told him, so he decided to unpack. Justin
neatly folded his clothes and placed them in one of the dresser drawers. When he had finished he stepped
back to survey his work. Frowning, he smoothed a wrinkle out of one of his shorts. Then, satisfied, he
looked around his room, half hoping that there would be a window to look out of. There wasn't, the room
was quite plain the only things in it being a dresser and his bed. Seeing there was nothing to do Justin sat
down on his bed and waited for Sir to tell him to come out.
Justin sat there, eyes on the door, until it was late evening. He was hungry, it wasn't as if he had
never missed meals before, but he had been in the room the entire day. He couldn't take this anymore, Sir
wasn't there and he was VERY hungry. He creeped into the kitchen and… Suddenly, Justin heard the front
door open. He turned around only to come face to face with a very drunk and angry Sir.
Cliffhanger, =). What is going to happen to lil Heero/Justin? TBC, If and only if I get Reviews!
Sylina: That was a tiny bit longer, get off your lazy butt and type more!!
Hypergirl: I have chores to do!
Sylina: You are impossible!
Hypergirl: *muttering* Get off my case. *normally* I got the name Justin from a friend. I think it sounds
nice, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry.
By: hypergirl
This story is taking up all of my time! Ugh, I'm supposed to be working on Brothers Separated,
but Sylina just keeps bugging me about this. So, I decided to write some more. If nothing else, it will keep
Sylina off my back for an hour or so. Well, enjoy what my insane muse and I have come up with and
review for more chapters!!!!!!!!!!! Justin is little Heero.
Disclaimer: *sniffle* I only own $11.54, and I'm a minor. Suing me will get you nothing.
Reviewers
aem, you think it has potential? Well, at least the people at ff.net do. According to my writing test scores,
I have no writing ability. (They had us write on making an educational video about our school or
community.)
Gradual Decline, you like it! *beams* I spout nothingness all the time!
., was that a good weird or a bad weird? Well, be prepared for more weirdness!
Silverwolf, you review my stories lots! ^______^ THANK YOU!!! Did I write more soon enough?
Past Happenings: Chap. 2
"I`ll pay you to take the brat off my hands." Stated the man. "He has been nothing but an
annoyance since I got him. He has no use for me and I hear you could use a…" He trailed off, knowing
that to make this deal he would need to get to the point. "You can name your price. I just need to get him
off my hands. He has become a hindrance to my work." The man was pleading now. Another man, much
more athletic looking, was leaning casually against the wall. He already planned on taking the boy, but
was having fun watching this pathetic man squirm. Silently he wondered how someone so annoyingly
stupid could be such an influence in the banking industry. He looked the man up and down, tuning out his
words as he observed the way he shifted from one foot to another and how he kept smoothing his shirt.
What an idiot.
The boy remained in the car, waiting for his father to come out. He was slightly puzzled. His dad
never took him anywhere. He looked around, wondering why he had been brought this time. He watched
as his father came out of the building that he had entered just a few minutes ago. But now he was
accompanied by another taller man. The youngster peered up at the new individual, he did not like the way
he was looking at him. "This is him?" questioned the tall man. His dad nodded and walked around to the
passenger side of the car and opened the door, saying "Justin, you need to go with this man. He is your
new dad, so behave." Justin was surprised to say the least. But had no opportunity to express his feelings
on the matter as his late dad slid into the drivers seat, grabbed his bag of clothes, threw them at Justin, and
hurriedly rushed away.
"We'll be great friends, as long as you listen to me and do as you're told. Now, let's go home,
Justin." The man said with a mock sweet voice, "You can call me Sir." Added the man as an afterthought.
~**~ At the house ~**~
Justin slowly climbed out of the car, unsure of how Sir would react to his presence. He followed
Sir into the small run-down house. Making sure to keep directly behind his new dad, he glanced at the
interior of the house. It was a three-bedroom dwelling with one bathroom and six chairs, three at a square
table and two more in what Justin supposed was the living room. The other chair was located slightly to
the right of the door. Almost a bare house, a few dressers were in two of the three bedrooms along with the
beds. Sir pointed to the smaller of the two rooms with beds, "You will stay there until I tell you differently,
got it. If I tell you to do something, you do it, then. Some of my associates will be dropping by in a few
days, and I will expect you to be polite." Justin nodded and walked into the spare bedroom. The boy lay
down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Justin yawned and sat up, confused. Then he remembered, he had a new dad. He got up and
started out the door, only to pause. He remembered what Sir had told him, so he decided to unpack. Justin
neatly folded his clothes and placed them in one of the dresser drawers. When he had finished he stepped
back to survey his work. Frowning, he smoothed a wrinkle out of one of his shorts. Then, satisfied, he
looked around his room, half hoping that there would be a window to look out of. There wasn't, the room
was quite plain the only things in it being a dresser and his bed. Seeing there was nothing to do Justin sat
down on his bed and waited for Sir to tell him to come out.
Justin sat there, eyes on the door, until it was late evening. He was hungry, it wasn't as if he had
never missed meals before, but he had been in the room the entire day. He couldn't take this anymore, Sir
wasn't there and he was VERY hungry. He creeped into the kitchen and… Suddenly, Justin heard the front
door open. He turned around only to come face to face with a very drunk and angry Sir.
Cliffhanger, =). What is going to happen to lil Heero/Justin? TBC, If and only if I get Reviews!
Sylina: That was a tiny bit longer, get off your lazy butt and type more!!
Hypergirl: I have chores to do!
Sylina: You are impossible!
Hypergirl: *muttering* Get off my case. *normally* I got the name Justin from a friend. I think it sounds
nice, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry.