Hello, everyone! Standard disclaimers apply. On with the Story….
Chapter 1
You think me Innocent
He was tired of being labeled as 'innocent'. In the beginning he didn't mind, because he passed it off as a result of his looks. However, as he stood in the middle of the room, recalling the argument that had just occurred moments earlier. As he watched his reflection in the mirror, he was filled with anger. Turning on his heels, he headed straght for the closet. After rummaging in the farthest depths of the closet, he emerged with the desired items in hand.
As soon as he finished dressing the blonde stepped in front of the mirror. Instead of the 'innocent', blonde haired, cheerful, polite young boy, looking at him, he received a completely different reflection. This one showed a young man dress in a pair of tight black pants that laced up, black boots, and a deep blue shirt that stopped just above his navel. His eyes were lined with black eyeliner and glitter stared back at him, and lips with just a touch of red were parted as if to say something. He ran his hands, which were now covered by black fingerless gloves through the blue streaked blonde hair. Having finished snapping the leather choker, adorned by a metal hoop, he was out the door.
/I'll show them 'innocent'/
A slight slamming of doors brought the four boys lounging about the living room to their senses. They sat there wide-eyed with their jaws on the floor as they watched the blonde boy leave. Few more moments passed before the silence, which had been brought on by the shock of seeing the blonde dressed like that, was broken.
"That wasn't who I thought it was….was it?" The American asked.
"Who else would it have been?" came the sharp reply from the emerald eyed boy.
The ebony haired boy grunted before returning to sharpening the blade at hand. They briefly returned to what they had been doing. Suddenly four pairs of eyes met in a wordless agreement and the four boys scattered, each to his own room. Minutes later, they were on their way out the door, each dressed to kill.
There were people everywhere, in the corners, at the bar, on the dance floor, and on the stairs. Music was blaring from the sound system as cheesy multicolored lights flashed and flickered through out the club. He began to push his way through the masses of chaotic, drunken, dancing, and sweat slicked bodies. Reaching the bar, he perched on the nearest empty stool, ordering a Coke. At the same time, four boys were headed towards town.
"Where do you think he went?'
"There is only one club even remotely close to the house."
"Oh…. How do you know that's where he was headed?"
The long haired boy immediately received one death look, an exasperated sigh, and a muttered insult, which he was pretty sure included the word 'baka', however he thought it better to stay quiet. As the boys approached the city, the Japanese boy began giving directions to where they were headed. Minutes passed, and they pulled up to dingy looking building, that looked like it was shut down by the health inspectors.
The bouncer of the club, after receiving a few death glares and long strings of curses he gave up and let the four into the club.
Immediately scanning the club, they came up with nothing. The Arabian had watched the four boys enter from the boy, and quickly lost himself in the sea of dancers. The boys decided to split up and search the club, the Chinese boy set off towards the bar. The American and Japanese boys hit the dance floor, while the emerald eyed boy searched the bathrooms.
He watched from the midst of the moving bodies, as the two boys headed toward the dance floor. If it weren't for the fact that he could almost barely believe what he himself was wearing he would have died from shock at what the other two boys were wearing. The shorthaired boy was wearing tight white pants that laced up the side of the legs and black mesh shirt. The longhaired boy beside him was wearing a pair of tight blood red velvet pants, a black shirt that barely made it to his navel with a vest that matched his pants. As he continued to slowly move toward the back door of the club, he bumped into something or more appropriately someone.
"Quatre!?!"
TBC…………………..
I'm still not sure in what direction this fic is heading, it can either turn out to be 4x5 or 4x3 but I'm not too sure at the moment so if you prefer one to the other let me know. Please R&R.
