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FL is back!! Yes, school is a witch! Homework has been assigned in glorious abundance!! If you haven't sensed intense sarcasm and a profound feeling of hatred from that sentence, congratulations; You've been successfully isolated from the rest of this world and it's human nature!!
Aww, I kid, I kid. It's a joke, but I hope the foreshadowing bits I've given out here and there throughout the fic will be enough to both give you a vague idea of what is to come, AND keep you interested enough to see if it plays out the way you think!!
I was brainstorming yesterday while taking a shower (Uhhh, TMI?) and had what I thought were some rather scary ideas to a veteran fic reader, but I might go chicken pooty and not play them out...besides, Neo and Lyric are my babies!
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Pan lifted herself out of the blue car, grinning like a three-year old. The only times she'd been to a club were when Bra had forced her to go.
The clubs back home, however, were too rash for her liking. The only dancing allowed there, it had seemed, was dirty dancing.
Bra had no problem with that, but in Pan's eyes that was totally unacceptable.
The music was fairly perverse to Pan's mind, and although Trunks enjoyed it when he went along, Pan hated it. She had pretended to like it for Bra's sake as well as Trunk's, but that didn't change how she felt inside. She didn't mind it as long as she didn't have to deal with the perversity of the music for an extended period of time.
From what Lyric told her about the club, she had a feeling it would be similar, but she knew it would be different.
Lyric snapped her fingers in front of Pan's face, saying, "Earth to Pan? Do you read me?"
Pan shook her head slightly and came out of her daze.
She was standing before a small, white square building.
Pan sweatdropped.
"This...is the club?"
"Yeah, ain't it great?!"
"It's....tiny..." Pan choked out, her eyes straining from the embarrassment of her earlier faith in the club's appearance.
"It ain't the size, mate," Lyric said aquiring a British accent and grinning, "It's how you use it."
Lyric took out the keys once more and isolated a silver, old fashioned key. Pan had thought that these types of keys were more suited to old castles in fairy tales, but made no comment and followed Lyric...down the stairs?
Pan looked about her, unaware and then excited.
'It's actually underground?' she thought to herself.
"I told you not to judge a book by it's cover, Pan!" Lyric laughed.
"Ya see, clubs like ours get much love from the community because it's all ages! No dirty dancing on certain nights, even clean music. We're open to kids on Saturdays, when we have our Poetry night, and on Sundays we have Kareoke for adults:That is, older teenagers and those over twenty, preferrably.
Week-long it's namely for adults because we don't want the teenagers to lose sleep over dancing and music or what-not. On Weekends we belong to all ages and genders. The 'dirty music' is reserved for the adults, but we take requests. People will have their preferrences, ya know."
Pan looked around some more.
The stairway was pretty long, but she was getting excited. What Lyric had said earlier and just recently were things she liked...some dirty music was okay to her, but when it got excessive it just had to change.
Taking out another key, this time of a more contemporary style, Lyric unlocked a brown door and stepped inside. ' Pan came in after her and narrowed her eyes slightly as the lights came on, then dimmed.
It was a very large room with an upper floor-no wonder the walk down the stairs had taken so long. The light was a dimmed orange now, but everything was visible.
Atypical club style, it had a large dance floor, but it was off to the left half of the large room, which had been built in a circle around one circular pillar, which was the center of a spiral staircase as well.
"It was built this way for more space," Lyric explained.
Pan simply nodded.
Pan heard the jangle of keys once more as Lyric gracefully twirled her key chain in the air and into her bra.
"Many people would kill for these things," she said, with a flourish toward her chest.
"Unfortunately, only guys have dared try," she continued with an airy laugh.
Pan giggled uncomfortably, and Lyric looked at her strangely.
"Dear, I was referring to the keys," she laughed.
Pan just laughed harder.
Lyric looked about her surroundings distantly.
"Hmmm...I need to goooo," she said, having turned around to face Pan and made a pointing gesture with both of her hands and an apologetic look in her eyes.
"I'm not leaving the club, persay, but I have some business to attend to. I'm responsible for the music, did I tell you that?"
Pan hesitated before shaking her head slowly, then quickly.
Lyric sighed and then chirped, "Feel free to explore in my absence, and ask any questions you want!"
"Right! So you're not leaving, but you have something to do concerning music?" Pan asked.
Lyric nodded.
"Have a looksy! Ask questions when they come to mind, I'll be...erm..somewhere in that general area," she said with a nervous giggle, having made a wav of her hand into the air and vaguely pointing at a rather invisible window on the wall. A hidden room. Pan sighed and relented her questioning for the moment. Lyric was gone in seconds, and Pan balked, having realized she didn't even notice in which direction Lyric had gone.
Pan giggled nervously, sweatdropped, then opened her eyes to her surroundings once more.
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~Pan's Point Of View~
The place is big. Very, very, VERY, big.
I decided to take Ly's advice and explore. I walked all around the first floor before finding the foot of the stairs. There was something like a bar on the right half, but there were many tables and chairs for each table. You could tell that it was a date or family place. The combination actually freaked me out, as far as I can tell, but it might just be the mood swings.
I shouldn't have thought that. Now I'm scowling!
I'm mad at myself!! Well, life just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Now I hate myself, but hey- it can't rain all the time!!
I decided to go up the stairs, to behold whatever mysteries awaited to be discovered by the great adventurer, I, Son Pan!!
Getting to the top, I looked around while walking. It seemed to be a combination dance floor slash arcade.
I found a DDR machine, unplugged at the moment, and another two or three a few spaces away. I couldn't help but blush and laugh lightly- I always beat the living CRAP out of Goten, Bra, and Trunks combined when it came to DDR!!
Smiling with the pride of one who doesn't easily give up, I checked out the machines.
DDR MAX 2, 7th mix; DDR 4th mix; DDR USA.
Mmm...I was familiar with the fourth mix one, and I'd only played a few songs from seventh mix before, but I liked certain songs especially.
If I had to decide, I'd say fourth mix had the less serious, more ridiculous songs, while seventh mix had better, more fun songs. Mind you, even some of seventh mix's songs had issues.
Blow My Whistle...that...demon...song!
I'd swear there was sexual innuendo embedded that song, but it's been woven and enlaced in it so intricately that even I myself cannot exactly point out what it is that annoys me about it. The song is catchy, but...
There's something about it that I despise, aside from the fact that it has gotten stuck in my head to the point where I'd whistle the tune out loud in class. In one embarrassing situation I had found myself discovered by someone who actually recognized the song: I never heard the end of it.
Shaking my head at the thought, I took another look around and balked.
A stage...with a microphone in the center.
A tv screen off to one side...and...another platform wth a black Stein in the center.
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Hesitantly walking up to it, she brushed her tentative fingers against the polished black wood, admiring the fine make. Seating herself on the black performer's chair, she pressed a few keys, the miniature cacophany not a strident one as opposed to what was expected. Pan tittered nervously, and played the first thing that came to mind: A very old Mario Brother's song. Should anybody have recognized it, she might have to be embarrassed for life...as would they. The song was rather....rare. ^_^
Content to play what she felt, she chanced a look around her. Seeing that Lyric was nowhere in sight, she proceeded to play the beginning strains of a song she'd heard being played next to her while on the plane.
It was coming from a walkman or CD player, whichever, but the song was so sad...
She couldn't remember all of it, but she experimented to at least try and play the right hand notes.
Pan was all for happiness. She didn't enjoy seeing other's unhappy, but if their joy meant her sorrow then they could just go to hell.
Smiling sadly, her head bowing with a reminiscent look in her eyes, Pan slowly let her fingers stop on their own.
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B POV
"One way/ or another!/ I'm gonna find you!/ I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!"
Bra sang happily, oblivious to the moans of agony and groans of annoyance that rang out as soon as she began to sing.
Bra loved to sing, but she loved singing as much as Pan was good at it-not the 'other way' around.
Pan loved to sing, but not in very public concerts. She sang with a choir, or she would sing for her parents and Bra, but no one could convince her to sing in public...at least, until a dare forced her to do kareoke some years ago.
Pan was forced to do requests ever since. Although she wasn't big on music, and therefore didn't know as much as most people, she loved singing and sang what she liked, when she liked.
Independant and stubborn, Bra continued her song while Goten clapped and 17 looked on, merely bored.
Finishing, Bra cheerfully walked off stage, much to the resounding joy of the crowd as the announcer asked for more people to come up to the stage. "You were great, Bra! Didn't you hear the people applauding!? They loved you!" Goten enthused, while Bra nodded happily.
"They were applauding because she stopped singing," 17 said icily, his calm words moving Bra to anger.
"And I suppose YOU could do a better job singing?"
"Hmph. As if I should ever consider proving myself for such a ridiculous notion," 17 said calmly but haughtily-true to his nature.
Bra watched him indignantly with her arms crossed.
"Fine then! I DARE you to sing something!!"
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"Of course I heard you, you blue-headed buffoon, I was referring to your odd request," he spat, venom dripping off of every word. Bra nodded, assuring that her ire was increasing.
"What exactly are you requesting? Think about it, 'Princess.' "
"Up on the Kareoke stage. Any language, any gender, NOW. Any questions?"
"Yes: Have you always possessed anserine qualities, or were you just born that way?" he smirked as he walked toward the stage.
Bra fumed, then yelled, " What the hell does 'anserine' mean, anyways?! Now you have to make up words just to piss me off!!"
Glancing over his shoulder, he shook his head and muttered, "That poor hormonal teen..."
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(AN: Anserine IS a word! *laughing*)
T POV
I had gone to the bar with Bra, Goten, and Bra's flavor of the week, Android Seventeen.
I swear this kid has issues.
I decided to throw caution to the winds and just flirt with anybody that came to me. It's not like no one was NOT ready to flirt with the world's most handosome and available bachelor ever-my good looks can simply be intimidating, that's it. Yeah, that's it...
Finally, a girl decided to take her chances with me. Some brown haired girl with big eyes, back length brown hair, and a high voice. She was cute enough, but not really my type. Let them look cute, but act dirty. As much as I could have sworn I had hated Pan, it was her attitude that made the guidelines for who I chose to date. Well, that, AND my dates had to be close to my own age.
Ah, who cares who I go with? Pan's not here to bitch me out, and I'm drunk off my rocker anyways. Better introduce the new screw to Goten-Ah, here he comes. Why does he look so mad? Must be Seventeen. Goten likes Bra, and even though Bra had a huge crush on him, she moved on. Goten never liked her, but when her curves started coming in he couldn't stop drooling. I could have sworn that his type were the 'innocent' type. I guess he goes for cute looking girls with dirty mouthes instead.
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I had gone to get Bra some food, not to mention some for myself. I was starved! Ignoring that fact that I was liable to get us ALL kicked out and banned for life, I headed for the bar and made my order.
That was when I saw him with HER, HER flirting with him like nothing had gone between them, and he never said anything! Well, not anything that mattered, anyways! He should yell at her!!
After all we've been through, you think he'd have the decency to stay away from Ex'es!!
Stomping my way over, I glowered as they finally decided to notice that I was there as well. I took some pride in the fact that Trunks had known I was coming, but he wasn't upset. Paris made that up for him in full.
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There were a few shouts of surprise as a verbal fight was started between a brown haired girl in a short yellow dress named Paris yelled, "Goten! What the hell are you doing here, anyways!?"
To which he responded in kind, "I could say the same about you, Paris, but it's not liked I'm not allowed in here!"
Paris glowered and said, "Let's go, Trunksy! We don't need to put with this!"
Taking his hand, she moved, but he did not. Chuckling, he said, "Oh, I remember you now. Paris: Goten's last girl. You guys, I swear," he said with a shake of his head and continued, "Dragging me into your fights? Leave me out of it, I'm drunk as hell." He then fell back in his chair and promptly fell asleep.
Paris growled and stalked off, while Goten remained with large, innocent eyes, staring at his best friend and watching his ex girlfriend stomp angrily away.
"Well...that's the way life goes, I guess," he said slowly, as though trying to understand what he was saying as he said it.
With a quick jerk of his head, Goten snapped back to the land of the living and realized with a nervous giggles of sorts that Trunks had not joined him. Scratching the back of his head in typical Son-form, he picked Trunks up and threw him over his shoulder.
When he came back, he saw a most horrendous sight.
He staggered over to Bra, partly in shock and partly from Trunks's weight. "Bra? Is Seventeen, uhh....alright?"
"He's alright, Goten. What makes you think something's wrong?"
"He's SINGING," Goten sputtered helplessly. "That doesn't seem 'alright' to me!!"
"It was a dare that the jerk took me up on," Bra replied angrily. Suddenly she sighed and her tone took on that of one who was love-struck. "Isn't he great?"
Goten stared at her in slight disgust, then told her about Trunks and his intoxication problem.
Sighing, Bra said, "I guess we leave now, right?"
After Seventeen had returned from the stage followed by 'Awwws' and 'Come back soon's, Bra, Goten, and Seventeen all left the club for their respective homes. Since the car had belonged to Bra in the first place, they said their good byes at her house and parted ways, Seventeen for his cabin in a woods far away, and Goten for his home in the mountains.
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B POV
"Mom! I'm hooome!"
I yelled, hoping I wouldn't walk in on something I'd regret. Luckily, I heard her voice in the kitchen. I thought it was late, about midnight, but it turned out we were actually pretty early.
"Young lady, where have you been? It's eleven thirty at night and you have nothing to say for yourself?!"
Uuuuhh, well, pretty early?
Maybe I could change the subject to something that would actually interest me and distract her at the same time. Bulma gets pretty easily distracted, but she wouldn't believe it if we told her. She's pretty cocky.
"Any news about Pan yet, mom?"
Hearing this, mom hung her head, then slowly shook it.
"I don't think your brother even realized she's been gone, bu-....Bra...."
Uh oh. Deadly glower-in-the-voice change. Not good. I realized Trunks was still passed out on my shoulders. Goten gave him to me just before he left. Damn him.
"Bra, what is your brother doing on your shoulder?"
"Please, no more otto grafsss, I know yew wahnt meee, but leaf me alewn..."
"Mom, I can explain!"
Stupid, drunk brother of mine...
"Bra, Trunks is DRUNK!!"
"Hey, that rhymed!" I pointed out cheerfully, hoping for another distraction.
"Hey, you're right, it does kinda, doesn't i-not funny, Bra. You're grounded for a month! I could accept your being with Seventeen for a while, but that's it! You two are officially OVER as of now!!"
...Damned drunk Trunks....
He is SO dead when I'm not grounded.
Sigh.
"Anyways, I'm grounded and single thanks to you, MOTHER, so could you tell me more? Like, how Pan is doing?!"
Ah hah! Mother's looking guilty! The Saiyan Princess shall not be defeated just yet!!
"Did she leave because she hates us, is she even alive anymore, or did she kill herself," I yelled, not realizing that tears were making their way down my cheeks.
" I mean, she never even said good-bye! Sounds like a mighty nice way to fade away, doesn't it-" I stopped.
Mom had run over and given me a big hug. I totally lost it and cried, having drunks our half-conscious male demi to the floor with a loud 'thud'.
Damned strategies, always back-firing. And no more Seventeen, either....I guess Goten would be good....
But he's so..boring...
Blah, who has time to think about that!? My friend is out there somewhere on her own and I'm not there to see it!!!
I just cried on mom's shoulder and we walked to our bedrooms to sleep.
I had totally forgotten about Trunks, but he kinda deserved it.
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P POV
~ that same day...~
"Hey Lyric!" I shouted, making my way down the spiral staircase with the crimson rug.
I heard her over a loudspeaker, and couldn't supress my surprise, jumping about ten or twenty feet in the air.
I was lucky that she didn't think it was strange, or I would have had a lot of explaining to do.
Thank Kami for small favors, eh?
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Well, your voice for one, but what's with the DDR machines? It's like an obssession up there!!"
"Ohhhh, thaaaat!" Lyric had said, stretching her voice as though this were something she forgot to mention because it wasn't that important.
"Neo may not look or act the type, but he loves DDR. He isn't the best, but he's alright on Light and Standard," Lyric said, a shrug audible in her voice.
"Nice. He really doesn't act like he'd be good dancer, you're right!" I had responded in awe. He had the most wonderful long legs, but he didn't carry himself like I expected a good dancer to.
That is to say, a good DDR player, anyways. A DDR player would have to be, well, NOT shy, and able to concentrate. While he has the concentration thing down pat, I don't know about his self-confidence.
"Well, he tries not to do it in public, but he really loves that game.
'Since a lot of people do, we got the machines for both his sake and theirs. The games tend make more money than the club itself!" Lyric laughed.
"We even hold monthly contest, usually for kareoke and DDR. Sad as it sounds, Neo is ALWAYS first or second! There was this one time where he didn't even place for third, but it wasn't exactly his fault. Mmmmm, I change my mind, it was ALL his fault!"
"What do you mean, Lyric? What happened?" I had asked, suspicious.
Lyric shrugged, I could tell.
"Ask him yourself. He should feel comfortable telling, since you guys, well, umm...."
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There was a pregnant pause as the raven-haired beauty and the green-haired butterfly both waited for their answers.
"Well, you know! You're carrying his child, Pan, I would think you guys were comfortable with each other since then!!"
"And how would you know!? If anything, we're more embarrassed around each other than we were before!!" Pan yelled.
"Okay, okay, calm down! I guess I can understand...but-"
Hearing this, Pan rolled her eyes.
"- What was it like?!"
Pan heard the excitement in Lyric's voice when she asked the question.
"What was WHAT like?" Pan asked, curious and maybe a little disgusted.
"You know!! You, my bro...what was IT like?"
"...Excuse me?!"
"Well, you guys know what you did,"
"...Pardon!?"
Pan suddenly wondered if she was a magnet for psychopaths as she awaited Lyric's answer.
"Um, I can think of only one way to conceive a child NATURALLY!" Lyric yelled.
....
"Oh."
Pan blushed, them smirked devilishly.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Er, well, I...well, he was a virgin, emphasis WAS a virgin, and since it was his first time, I, as a concerned sister, would like to know how it went!" Lyric finished happily.
Although she'd started off shakily, at first thrown off by Pan's question, but she recovered amazingly with her answer.
Pan stared, though at what it could not be said.
"Well?"
"..."
Finally, Pan smirked once more and replied, "You know you're asking what it's like to have sex with your older BROTHER, right?"
Pan laughed victoriously when she heard Lyric cough extremely and knock something over, thus turning off the P.A system.
Pan giggled as the Public Adress system came back online and Lyric stuttered, "It's not like that! It's just, uh, well, Iii-I want to know bb- because he's my brother and, oh, gross!"
Pan laughed harder.
A few minutes later, Lyric kicked open a door that was hidden by the black of the walls that made up the underground club.
She stormed up to the laughing Pan and pointed a finger.
"Look, it isn't ANYTHING like that! I just wanna know! Tell me!!"
"But I already told you, it would be asking to know what it's like-"
"I know, just tell me already!" " Fine," Pan sighed.
"I don't remember."
"...Que?"
"I don't remember! We were drunk off our rockers from this Kala something stuff Neo brought with him,"
"...Pan? Is 'Kala' the right name?"
"No, I forgot the name of the alcohol. Started with a 'K', though, and tasted nasty as hell until we made something with the stuff in it!"
"...Would it happen to be 'Kahlua'?" Lyric asked, her face in shadow and her voice suspiciously calm.
"Yeah, that was the name! I thought it was Hawaiian," Pan said happily, having not noticed the bad mood Lyric was in.
"...Neo...will...pay..."
"Uh, something wrong Lyric?"
"That bottle was MINE, given to me by my father for my nineteenth birthday! The bottle was an imported coffee bean made alcohol that was Mexican!! Grrr, so THAT'S where it went!"
Lyric grabbed her head and growled, throwing her head back and forth like a wild horse.
Pan giggled nervously.
"Something says I should have kept my big mouth shut..."
"Alright, alright," she said, holding the side of her head with her pale left hand, "At least tell me if you remember ANYTHING at ALL, and maybe I'll forgive him. His life is in your hands."
She'd said it so seriously that Pan was actually unnerved.
Pan lifted thoughtful finger to her chin, her wide black eyes raised to the starry-esque ceiling, and hummed for a while.
Finally, still standing that way with her right hand index finger on her chin, Pan slowly said,
" I remember that he was very gentle, and held me close..."
Sighing, she concluded, " but that's about it. Sorry, you're out of luck," she said with a shrug, having referred to Lyric.
Lyric stood staring at her with a dreamy gaze in her eyes.
Snapping herself out of it, she exclaimed, "Holy crap! We've gotta, go! Mi mama me va matar, holy shit! Y mi dad tambien! Ehole, no voy vivir beyond today!" Lyric yelled nervously.
Grabbing Pan by the wrist, she raced up the stairs and unceremoniously threw Pan into the little blue car, then jumped into the driver's seat herself and hit the gas.
Tires screeching, they pulled out into the road and raced to her house as fast as was allowed by state law.
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Wai! I'm so sorry, I haven't updated in abotu two weeks and I already planned not only ONE, but TWO more fics! And I haven't even STARTED the first planned one! (The Ayashi No Ceres fic that I planned on calling "Voules Vous" ? It was about rape, but it would have only been one chapter and that particular subject strikes a nerve in me..then again, isn't this story almost close to it? My, what a hypocrite I am!
*laughs* Ploo, well, I hoped these seventeen or so pages were enough to wet your appetite!! Again, I am SO sorry that I didn't update in so long, and I hope dearly that this long chapter was worth it!!
I always try to keep the chapters above ten and send 'em out in a week, but school cuts into my writing time so badly you wouldn't believe it!!
Plus, I went to the eye doctor's today and I have a stigmatism in my right eye, so I have to have reading glasses AND not watch TV as much, or read as much (Sad, considering I read more than watch TV. I consider a majority of cartoons a waste of my time and Anime the only thing worth watching at all. Considering the only new anime out is DB GT, I haven't watched much aside from Teen Titans, Sonic X, Shaman King, the occasional Bey Blade, Pokemon, and Digimon 4, plus Rurouni Kenshin when I'm lucky!!
Sorry for the very long author's note, but I'm really, REALLY sorry!!
:( PS, the story was an XME (X men Evolution) fic idea, a Romy of sorts, (Rogue/Remy) where ANOTHER original chara may make an entrance!
She'll be a friend to Rogue, hopefully, but that's up to Rogue and I don't yet know how Rogue feels, and her power wasn't meant to harm others...let's just see what happens, eh?
I'll spoil this much: She is teased as much as any of the X men, because her looks are not only outrageous, but NATURAL!
LMAO, hope it's enough!!
TNWM! (Til Next We Meet, read Chasing Redbird, why don't you!?)
Fayes Love, over and out!! See you in another two weeks, or month or whatever!
First chapter of the new year! WOOOO HOOOOO!!!
^_^
FL is back!! Yes, school is a witch! Homework has been assigned in glorious abundance!! If you haven't sensed intense sarcasm and a profound feeling of hatred from that sentence, congratulations; You've been successfully isolated from the rest of this world and it's human nature!!
Aww, I kid, I kid. It's a joke, but I hope the foreshadowing bits I've given out here and there throughout the fic will be enough to both give you a vague idea of what is to come, AND keep you interested enough to see if it plays out the way you think!!
I was brainstorming yesterday while taking a shower (Uhhh, TMI?) and had what I thought were some rather scary ideas to a veteran fic reader, but I might go chicken pooty and not play them out...besides, Neo and Lyric are my babies!
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Pan lifted herself out of the blue car, grinning like a three-year old. The only times she'd been to a club were when Bra had forced her to go.
The clubs back home, however, were too rash for her liking. The only dancing allowed there, it had seemed, was dirty dancing.
Bra had no problem with that, but in Pan's eyes that was totally unacceptable.
The music was fairly perverse to Pan's mind, and although Trunks enjoyed it when he went along, Pan hated it. She had pretended to like it for Bra's sake as well as Trunk's, but that didn't change how she felt inside. She didn't mind it as long as she didn't have to deal with the perversity of the music for an extended period of time.
From what Lyric told her about the club, she had a feeling it would be similar, but she knew it would be different.
Lyric snapped her fingers in front of Pan's face, saying, "Earth to Pan? Do you read me?"
Pan shook her head slightly and came out of her daze.
She was standing before a small, white square building.
Pan sweatdropped.
"This...is the club?"
"Yeah, ain't it great?!"
"It's....tiny..." Pan choked out, her eyes straining from the embarrassment of her earlier faith in the club's appearance.
"It ain't the size, mate," Lyric said aquiring a British accent and grinning, "It's how you use it."
Lyric took out the keys once more and isolated a silver, old fashioned key. Pan had thought that these types of keys were more suited to old castles in fairy tales, but made no comment and followed Lyric...down the stairs?
Pan looked about her, unaware and then excited.
'It's actually underground?' she thought to herself.
"I told you not to judge a book by it's cover, Pan!" Lyric laughed.
"Ya see, clubs like ours get much love from the community because it's all ages! No dirty dancing on certain nights, even clean music. We're open to kids on Saturdays, when we have our Poetry night, and on Sundays we have Kareoke for adults:That is, older teenagers and those over twenty, preferrably.
Week-long it's namely for adults because we don't want the teenagers to lose sleep over dancing and music or what-not. On Weekends we belong to all ages and genders. The 'dirty music' is reserved for the adults, but we take requests. People will have their preferrences, ya know."
Pan looked around some more.
The stairway was pretty long, but she was getting excited. What Lyric had said earlier and just recently were things she liked...some dirty music was okay to her, but when it got excessive it just had to change.
Taking out another key, this time of a more contemporary style, Lyric unlocked a brown door and stepped inside. ' Pan came in after her and narrowed her eyes slightly as the lights came on, then dimmed.
It was a very large room with an upper floor-no wonder the walk down the stairs had taken so long. The light was a dimmed orange now, but everything was visible.
Atypical club style, it had a large dance floor, but it was off to the left half of the large room, which had been built in a circle around one circular pillar, which was the center of a spiral staircase as well.
"It was built this way for more space," Lyric explained.
Pan simply nodded.
Pan heard the jangle of keys once more as Lyric gracefully twirled her key chain in the air and into her bra.
"Many people would kill for these things," she said, with a flourish toward her chest.
"Unfortunately, only guys have dared try," she continued with an airy laugh.
Pan giggled uncomfortably, and Lyric looked at her strangely.
"Dear, I was referring to the keys," she laughed.
Pan just laughed harder.
Lyric looked about her surroundings distantly.
"Hmmm...I need to goooo," she said, having turned around to face Pan and made a pointing gesture with both of her hands and an apologetic look in her eyes.
"I'm not leaving the club, persay, but I have some business to attend to. I'm responsible for the music, did I tell you that?"
Pan hesitated before shaking her head slowly, then quickly.
Lyric sighed and then chirped, "Feel free to explore in my absence, and ask any questions you want!"
"Right! So you're not leaving, but you have something to do concerning music?" Pan asked.
Lyric nodded.
"Have a looksy! Ask questions when they come to mind, I'll be...erm..somewhere in that general area," she said with a nervous giggle, having made a wav of her hand into the air and vaguely pointing at a rather invisible window on the wall. A hidden room. Pan sighed and relented her questioning for the moment. Lyric was gone in seconds, and Pan balked, having realized she didn't even notice in which direction Lyric had gone.
Pan giggled nervously, sweatdropped, then opened her eyes to her surroundings once more.
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~Pan's Point Of View~
The place is big. Very, very, VERY, big.
I decided to take Ly's advice and explore. I walked all around the first floor before finding the foot of the stairs. There was something like a bar on the right half, but there were many tables and chairs for each table. You could tell that it was a date or family place. The combination actually freaked me out, as far as I can tell, but it might just be the mood swings.
I shouldn't have thought that. Now I'm scowling!
I'm mad at myself!! Well, life just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Now I hate myself, but hey- it can't rain all the time!!
I decided to go up the stairs, to behold whatever mysteries awaited to be discovered by the great adventurer, I, Son Pan!!
Getting to the top, I looked around while walking. It seemed to be a combination dance floor slash arcade.
I found a DDR machine, unplugged at the moment, and another two or three a few spaces away. I couldn't help but blush and laugh lightly- I always beat the living CRAP out of Goten, Bra, and Trunks combined when it came to DDR!!
Smiling with the pride of one who doesn't easily give up, I checked out the machines.
DDR MAX 2, 7th mix; DDR 4th mix; DDR USA.
Mmm...I was familiar with the fourth mix one, and I'd only played a few songs from seventh mix before, but I liked certain songs especially.
If I had to decide, I'd say fourth mix had the less serious, more ridiculous songs, while seventh mix had better, more fun songs. Mind you, even some of seventh mix's songs had issues.
Blow My Whistle...that...demon...song!
I'd swear there was sexual innuendo embedded that song, but it's been woven and enlaced in it so intricately that even I myself cannot exactly point out what it is that annoys me about it. The song is catchy, but...
There's something about it that I despise, aside from the fact that it has gotten stuck in my head to the point where I'd whistle the tune out loud in class. In one embarrassing situation I had found myself discovered by someone who actually recognized the song: I never heard the end of it.
Shaking my head at the thought, I took another look around and balked.
A stage...with a microphone in the center.
A tv screen off to one side...and...another platform wth a black Stein in the center.
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Hesitantly walking up to it, she brushed her tentative fingers against the polished black wood, admiring the fine make. Seating herself on the black performer's chair, she pressed a few keys, the miniature cacophany not a strident one as opposed to what was expected. Pan tittered nervously, and played the first thing that came to mind: A very old Mario Brother's song. Should anybody have recognized it, she might have to be embarrassed for life...as would they. The song was rather....rare. ^_^
Content to play what she felt, she chanced a look around her. Seeing that Lyric was nowhere in sight, she proceeded to play the beginning strains of a song she'd heard being played next to her while on the plane.
It was coming from a walkman or CD player, whichever, but the song was so sad...
She couldn't remember all of it, but she experimented to at least try and play the right hand notes.
Pan was all for happiness. She didn't enjoy seeing other's unhappy, but if their joy meant her sorrow then they could just go to hell.
Smiling sadly, her head bowing with a reminiscent look in her eyes, Pan slowly let her fingers stop on their own.
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B POV
"One way/ or another!/ I'm gonna find you!/ I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!"
Bra sang happily, oblivious to the moans of agony and groans of annoyance that rang out as soon as she began to sing.
Bra loved to sing, but she loved singing as much as Pan was good at it-not the 'other way' around.
Pan loved to sing, but not in very public concerts. She sang with a choir, or she would sing for her parents and Bra, but no one could convince her to sing in public...at least, until a dare forced her to do kareoke some years ago.
Pan was forced to do requests ever since. Although she wasn't big on music, and therefore didn't know as much as most people, she loved singing and sang what she liked, when she liked.
Independant and stubborn, Bra continued her song while Goten clapped and 17 looked on, merely bored.
Finishing, Bra cheerfully walked off stage, much to the resounding joy of the crowd as the announcer asked for more people to come up to the stage. "You were great, Bra! Didn't you hear the people applauding!? They loved you!" Goten enthused, while Bra nodded happily.
"They were applauding because she stopped singing," 17 said icily, his calm words moving Bra to anger.
"And I suppose YOU could do a better job singing?"
"Hmph. As if I should ever consider proving myself for such a ridiculous notion," 17 said calmly but haughtily-true to his nature.
Bra watched him indignantly with her arms crossed.
"Fine then! I DARE you to sing something!!"
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"Of course I heard you, you blue-headed buffoon, I was referring to your odd request," he spat, venom dripping off of every word. Bra nodded, assuring that her ire was increasing.
"What exactly are you requesting? Think about it, 'Princess.' "
"Up on the Kareoke stage. Any language, any gender, NOW. Any questions?"
"Yes: Have you always possessed anserine qualities, or were you just born that way?" he smirked as he walked toward the stage.
Bra fumed, then yelled, " What the hell does 'anserine' mean, anyways?! Now you have to make up words just to piss me off!!"
Glancing over his shoulder, he shook his head and muttered, "That poor hormonal teen..."
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(AN: Anserine IS a word! *laughing*)
T POV
I had gone to the bar with Bra, Goten, and Bra's flavor of the week, Android Seventeen.
I swear this kid has issues.
I decided to throw caution to the winds and just flirt with anybody that came to me. It's not like no one was NOT ready to flirt with the world's most handosome and available bachelor ever-my good looks can simply be intimidating, that's it. Yeah, that's it...
Finally, a girl decided to take her chances with me. Some brown haired girl with big eyes, back length brown hair, and a high voice. She was cute enough, but not really my type. Let them look cute, but act dirty. As much as I could have sworn I had hated Pan, it was her attitude that made the guidelines for who I chose to date. Well, that, AND my dates had to be close to my own age.
Ah, who cares who I go with? Pan's not here to bitch me out, and I'm drunk off my rocker anyways. Better introduce the new screw to Goten-Ah, here he comes. Why does he look so mad? Must be Seventeen. Goten likes Bra, and even though Bra had a huge crush on him, she moved on. Goten never liked her, but when her curves started coming in he couldn't stop drooling. I could have sworn that his type were the 'innocent' type. I guess he goes for cute looking girls with dirty mouthes instead.
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I had gone to get Bra some food, not to mention some for myself. I was starved! Ignoring that fact that I was liable to get us ALL kicked out and banned for life, I headed for the bar and made my order.
That was when I saw him with HER, HER flirting with him like nothing had gone between them, and he never said anything! Well, not anything that mattered, anyways! He should yell at her!!
After all we've been through, you think he'd have the decency to stay away from Ex'es!!
Stomping my way over, I glowered as they finally decided to notice that I was there as well. I took some pride in the fact that Trunks had known I was coming, but he wasn't upset. Paris made that up for him in full.
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There were a few shouts of surprise as a verbal fight was started between a brown haired girl in a short yellow dress named Paris yelled, "Goten! What the hell are you doing here, anyways!?"
To which he responded in kind, "I could say the same about you, Paris, but it's not liked I'm not allowed in here!"
Paris glowered and said, "Let's go, Trunksy! We don't need to put with this!"
Taking his hand, she moved, but he did not. Chuckling, he said, "Oh, I remember you now. Paris: Goten's last girl. You guys, I swear," he said with a shake of his head and continued, "Dragging me into your fights? Leave me out of it, I'm drunk as hell." He then fell back in his chair and promptly fell asleep.
Paris growled and stalked off, while Goten remained with large, innocent eyes, staring at his best friend and watching his ex girlfriend stomp angrily away.
"Well...that's the way life goes, I guess," he said slowly, as though trying to understand what he was saying as he said it.
With a quick jerk of his head, Goten snapped back to the land of the living and realized with a nervous giggles of sorts that Trunks had not joined him. Scratching the back of his head in typical Son-form, he picked Trunks up and threw him over his shoulder.
When he came back, he saw a most horrendous sight.
He staggered over to Bra, partly in shock and partly from Trunks's weight. "Bra? Is Seventeen, uhh....alright?"
"He's alright, Goten. What makes you think something's wrong?"
"He's SINGING," Goten sputtered helplessly. "That doesn't seem 'alright' to me!!"
"It was a dare that the jerk took me up on," Bra replied angrily. Suddenly she sighed and her tone took on that of one who was love-struck. "Isn't he great?"
Goten stared at her in slight disgust, then told her about Trunks and his intoxication problem.
Sighing, Bra said, "I guess we leave now, right?"
After Seventeen had returned from the stage followed by 'Awwws' and 'Come back soon's, Bra, Goten, and Seventeen all left the club for their respective homes. Since the car had belonged to Bra in the first place, they said their good byes at her house and parted ways, Seventeen for his cabin in a woods far away, and Goten for his home in the mountains.
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B POV
"Mom! I'm hooome!"
I yelled, hoping I wouldn't walk in on something I'd regret. Luckily, I heard her voice in the kitchen. I thought it was late, about midnight, but it turned out we were actually pretty early.
"Young lady, where have you been? It's eleven thirty at night and you have nothing to say for yourself?!"
Uuuuhh, well, pretty early?
Maybe I could change the subject to something that would actually interest me and distract her at the same time. Bulma gets pretty easily distracted, but she wouldn't believe it if we told her. She's pretty cocky.
"Any news about Pan yet, mom?"
Hearing this, mom hung her head, then slowly shook it.
"I don't think your brother even realized she's been gone, bu-....Bra...."
Uh oh. Deadly glower-in-the-voice change. Not good. I realized Trunks was still passed out on my shoulders. Goten gave him to me just before he left. Damn him.
"Bra, what is your brother doing on your shoulder?"
"Please, no more otto grafsss, I know yew wahnt meee, but leaf me alewn..."
"Mom, I can explain!"
Stupid, drunk brother of mine...
"Bra, Trunks is DRUNK!!"
"Hey, that rhymed!" I pointed out cheerfully, hoping for another distraction.
"Hey, you're right, it does kinda, doesn't i-not funny, Bra. You're grounded for a month! I could accept your being with Seventeen for a while, but that's it! You two are officially OVER as of now!!"
...Damned drunk Trunks....
He is SO dead when I'm not grounded.
Sigh.
"Anyways, I'm grounded and single thanks to you, MOTHER, so could you tell me more? Like, how Pan is doing?!"
Ah hah! Mother's looking guilty! The Saiyan Princess shall not be defeated just yet!!
"Did she leave because she hates us, is she even alive anymore, or did she kill herself," I yelled, not realizing that tears were making their way down my cheeks.
" I mean, she never even said good-bye! Sounds like a mighty nice way to fade away, doesn't it-" I stopped.
Mom had run over and given me a big hug. I totally lost it and cried, having drunks our half-conscious male demi to the floor with a loud 'thud'.
Damned strategies, always back-firing. And no more Seventeen, either....I guess Goten would be good....
But he's so..boring...
Blah, who has time to think about that!? My friend is out there somewhere on her own and I'm not there to see it!!!
I just cried on mom's shoulder and we walked to our bedrooms to sleep.
I had totally forgotten about Trunks, but he kinda deserved it.
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P POV
~ that same day...~
"Hey Lyric!" I shouted, making my way down the spiral staircase with the crimson rug.
I heard her over a loudspeaker, and couldn't supress my surprise, jumping about ten or twenty feet in the air.
I was lucky that she didn't think it was strange, or I would have had a lot of explaining to do.
Thank Kami for small favors, eh?
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Well, your voice for one, but what's with the DDR machines? It's like an obssession up there!!"
"Ohhhh, thaaaat!" Lyric had said, stretching her voice as though this were something she forgot to mention because it wasn't that important.
"Neo may not look or act the type, but he loves DDR. He isn't the best, but he's alright on Light and Standard," Lyric said, a shrug audible in her voice.
"Nice. He really doesn't act like he'd be good dancer, you're right!" I had responded in awe. He had the most wonderful long legs, but he didn't carry himself like I expected a good dancer to.
That is to say, a good DDR player, anyways. A DDR player would have to be, well, NOT shy, and able to concentrate. While he has the concentration thing down pat, I don't know about his self-confidence.
"Well, he tries not to do it in public, but he really loves that game.
'Since a lot of people do, we got the machines for both his sake and theirs. The games tend make more money than the club itself!" Lyric laughed.
"We even hold monthly contest, usually for kareoke and DDR. Sad as it sounds, Neo is ALWAYS first or second! There was this one time where he didn't even place for third, but it wasn't exactly his fault. Mmmmm, I change my mind, it was ALL his fault!"
"What do you mean, Lyric? What happened?" I had asked, suspicious.
Lyric shrugged, I could tell.
"Ask him yourself. He should feel comfortable telling, since you guys, well, umm...."
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There was a pregnant pause as the raven-haired beauty and the green-haired butterfly both waited for their answers.
"Well, you know! You're carrying his child, Pan, I would think you guys were comfortable with each other since then!!"
"And how would you know!? If anything, we're more embarrassed around each other than we were before!!" Pan yelled.
"Okay, okay, calm down! I guess I can understand...but-"
Hearing this, Pan rolled her eyes.
"- What was it like?!"
Pan heard the excitement in Lyric's voice when she asked the question.
"What was WHAT like?" Pan asked, curious and maybe a little disgusted.
"You know!! You, my bro...what was IT like?"
"...Excuse me?!"
"Well, you guys know what you did,"
"...Pardon!?"
Pan suddenly wondered if she was a magnet for psychopaths as she awaited Lyric's answer.
"Um, I can think of only one way to conceive a child NATURALLY!" Lyric yelled.
....
"Oh."
Pan blushed, them smirked devilishly.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Er, well, I...well, he was a virgin, emphasis WAS a virgin, and since it was his first time, I, as a concerned sister, would like to know how it went!" Lyric finished happily.
Although she'd started off shakily, at first thrown off by Pan's question, but she recovered amazingly with her answer.
Pan stared, though at what it could not be said.
"Well?"
"..."
Finally, Pan smirked once more and replied, "You know you're asking what it's like to have sex with your older BROTHER, right?"
Pan laughed victoriously when she heard Lyric cough extremely and knock something over, thus turning off the P.A system.
Pan giggled as the Public Adress system came back online and Lyric stuttered, "It's not like that! It's just, uh, well, Iii-I want to know bb- because he's my brother and, oh, gross!"
Pan laughed harder.
A few minutes later, Lyric kicked open a door that was hidden by the black of the walls that made up the underground club.
She stormed up to the laughing Pan and pointed a finger.
"Look, it isn't ANYTHING like that! I just wanna know! Tell me!!"
"But I already told you, it would be asking to know what it's like-"
"I know, just tell me already!" " Fine," Pan sighed.
"I don't remember."
"...Que?"
"I don't remember! We were drunk off our rockers from this Kala something stuff Neo brought with him,"
"...Pan? Is 'Kala' the right name?"
"No, I forgot the name of the alcohol. Started with a 'K', though, and tasted nasty as hell until we made something with the stuff in it!"
"...Would it happen to be 'Kahlua'?" Lyric asked, her face in shadow and her voice suspiciously calm.
"Yeah, that was the name! I thought it was Hawaiian," Pan said happily, having not noticed the bad mood Lyric was in.
"...Neo...will...pay..."
"Uh, something wrong Lyric?"
"That bottle was MINE, given to me by my father for my nineteenth birthday! The bottle was an imported coffee bean made alcohol that was Mexican!! Grrr, so THAT'S where it went!"
Lyric grabbed her head and growled, throwing her head back and forth like a wild horse.
Pan giggled nervously.
"Something says I should have kept my big mouth shut..."
"Alright, alright," she said, holding the side of her head with her pale left hand, "At least tell me if you remember ANYTHING at ALL, and maybe I'll forgive him. His life is in your hands."
She'd said it so seriously that Pan was actually unnerved.
Pan lifted thoughtful finger to her chin, her wide black eyes raised to the starry-esque ceiling, and hummed for a while.
Finally, still standing that way with her right hand index finger on her chin, Pan slowly said,
" I remember that he was very gentle, and held me close..."
Sighing, she concluded, " but that's about it. Sorry, you're out of luck," she said with a shrug, having referred to Lyric.
Lyric stood staring at her with a dreamy gaze in her eyes.
Snapping herself out of it, she exclaimed, "Holy crap! We've gotta, go! Mi mama me va matar, holy shit! Y mi dad tambien! Ehole, no voy vivir beyond today!" Lyric yelled nervously.
Grabbing Pan by the wrist, she raced up the stairs and unceremoniously threw Pan into the little blue car, then jumped into the driver's seat herself and hit the gas.
Tires screeching, they pulled out into the road and raced to her house as fast as was allowed by state law.
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Wai! I'm so sorry, I haven't updated in abotu two weeks and I already planned not only ONE, but TWO more fics! And I haven't even STARTED the first planned one! (The Ayashi No Ceres fic that I planned on calling "Voules Vous" ? It was about rape, but it would have only been one chapter and that particular subject strikes a nerve in me..then again, isn't this story almost close to it? My, what a hypocrite I am!
*laughs* Ploo, well, I hoped these seventeen or so pages were enough to wet your appetite!! Again, I am SO sorry that I didn't update in so long, and I hope dearly that this long chapter was worth it!!
I always try to keep the chapters above ten and send 'em out in a week, but school cuts into my writing time so badly you wouldn't believe it!!
Plus, I went to the eye doctor's today and I have a stigmatism in my right eye, so I have to have reading glasses AND not watch TV as much, or read as much (Sad, considering I read more than watch TV. I consider a majority of cartoons a waste of my time and Anime the only thing worth watching at all. Considering the only new anime out is DB GT, I haven't watched much aside from Teen Titans, Sonic X, Shaman King, the occasional Bey Blade, Pokemon, and Digimon 4, plus Rurouni Kenshin when I'm lucky!!
Sorry for the very long author's note, but I'm really, REALLY sorry!!
:( PS, the story was an XME (X men Evolution) fic idea, a Romy of sorts, (Rogue/Remy) where ANOTHER original chara may make an entrance!
She'll be a friend to Rogue, hopefully, but that's up to Rogue and I don't yet know how Rogue feels, and her power wasn't meant to harm others...let's just see what happens, eh?
I'll spoil this much: She is teased as much as any of the X men, because her looks are not only outrageous, but NATURAL!
LMAO, hope it's enough!!
TNWM! (Til Next We Meet, read Chasing Redbird, why don't you!?)
Fayes Love, over and out!! See you in another two weeks, or month or whatever!
First chapter of the new year! WOOOO HOOOOO!!!
^_^