Chapter One: Night on Sukiyaki Mountain

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but a few "Shonen Jump" Magazines and some CD's. If I owned the G-Boys (or was making money off this) the world would be a strange place, indeed. So please, don't sue. It's really quite Painful.

Warning: Mild Swearing in later chapers. No couples (that might change) evident at the moment.

Description: Not everything is as it seems, as a certain OC will find out. Life's a roller coaster and for one person, it just reached the first hill.

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I sighed and sat back in my chair. It had been a long night. I knew it was going to be hard, rounding up sheep in my SUV, but it had never been this hard before. It must have been the rain. Stupid rain. The weather never went my way.

"A long night and a hard round-up can take the spark out of even you, Van. How you been?"

I looked up to see Max, the bartender of the Red Hound Inn. "Yeah." I said simply before taking a sip of my tea. I never drank. Wouldn't touch the stuff with a ten foot pole. When I was done, I look up in time to see Max drag a chair over and sit down. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, khakis, and his bartending apron. His close cropped black hair was getting long but his face was a clean honest one.

"So, how you been, Van? This is the first time I've seen you in months."

I push my shocking red hair out of my eyes and sigh, "Been rounding up soldiers for info on Trieze's whereabouts. Haven't found anything yet, but I will." Max gave me a disbelieving look. "I will!"

"You're really out to get him, aren't you?" Max asked.

You would be too, if he had ordered the death of your little brother." I snapped back, angry at the sudden reopening of old wounds.

"Sorry. I didn't mean..."

"Oh, shut up Max. No one likes a sniveler." I stood up, making it clear that I wanted to go. I made my way to the door, and had almost made it, when I immediately sat back down. Five rain-drenched boys had walked through the inn door.

The boys were travelers, anyone could see that. From where I was standing, I couldn't see their faces but, they looked about... Ma chérie! they're only kids! What are kids doing walking around Sukiyaki Mountain in this weather?

As one of the boys detached from the group to talk to Max, I began studying the others. What I deduced from them was... to say the least, odd.