........holy shit Rae...YOU PUT SCY AND RAY IN! I fucking LOVE YOU! (giggle fits)

yes. I am going to be evil in this chapter. But it's not Ray who's gunna suffer. Xx.

Disclaimer: I do not own. Rae does not own. We own all the original shit, and Scy and Ray. I love those boys. And we own James and Orion too. But that's a whole different story. =D

Rae Rae...I love you. (Hearts)

hokai, on with the story...( I cant write fight scenes for shit but I'm gunna try........help me god of fight scenes, I beseech thee. TT)

All night stars chapter five.

Wherein things go wrong, things go right and things go left, upside-down and Scy and Goten kick some ass.

Have I mentioned that I love Rae? And KitsuneAkai13....but that's a whole different story/kettle of fish/bucket or prawns/you get the idea right? THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED....I'll acknowledge your amazing perseverance on the bottom of the chapter so keep ya pants on..........or off.....and come over here. = winks =
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James cackled madly, as mad guys are wont to do, and dropped Ray onto a waiting couch, before prancing over to the mirror to preen himself. He was vain. VERY VAIN and as a result, had a minor heart attack whenever he found a pimple.

Like he just did. Screaming like the girl he was probably supposed to be born as, he pushed the mirror away, and slapped his hands onto his face.

"ORION! I HAVE AN EMERGENCY!" he screeched. Orion, accustomed to these random displays of stupidity from their normally lucid leader, walked into the room sedately and turned the mirror to face him. Sighing, he wiped at the spot that had somehow glued itself to the mirror, and turned it to face James again.

"It was just a freaking dust spot. Nothing to get worked up about." He said, patting James on the shoulder. For his part, James managed to look sheepish and scratched at the back of his head, only just noticing the wound in his leg. He stared at the knife jutting out of this thigh muscle before he let out an ear piercing scream, and sat down heavily, clutching at the wound. As usual, it didn't hurt if you didn't pay attention to it. And now James was saying it a LOT of attention. Orion gaped as blood, held there magically by the force that made would refuse to bleed till they were looked at, started running down the older man's leg, and pooling on the floor. "shit....fuckin shit...CRAP! James GET UP YOU LAZY ASS and get your ass over to the BED! Fuck." Orion yelped and tugged James over to where he could administer to the wound, not noticing Ray wake up and sneak out of the room.

Ray looked around, watching carefully for strange thugs, tentacle monsters and random fan girls. Seeing none, he legged it down the hallway, ducking into a random door when he heard someone coming. He backed against the door, starting when he heard someone try the lock.

"Holy shit.....this is not my day......Scy I'm blaming this on you." He muttered and backed away from the door, hiding behind a conveniently place crate. He almost cried out in shock when he saw who walked into the room.

"I told you, I'm not giving you any information till I get my money."
Ray winced at the all too familiar whiny voice, forcing himself not to clap his hands over his ears. A growl reached his ears and he looked up, startled to see yet another person he knew. Hakan scowled and crossed his arms, his blue eyes narrowing as he regarded the woman before him. A total skank, but useful nonetheless.

"You get the money if the information is viable. You know that. Now tell me before I rip your guts out."
Ray looked around himself for a suitable weapon to use if they noticed he was there and listening with one ear to the conversation. He had this uncanny ability to do that. Scy found that slightly disconcerting, and had always accused Ray of multitasking. Ray didn't know what was so bad about that, since Scy had always been a little strange.

Turning his attention fully to the conversation, he was amazed when Goten's name was mentioned.
Paris pouted in what she thought was an appealing way. Instead, it made her look like a constipated ferret with a cork stuck up its left nostril.

"I told you, I gave you his address but that's all I'm going to give you without payment. Now pay up bucko."
Hakan smiled at her, shaking his head.

"You gave us his address and that's all we need. You're not only a lying little bitch, but a cheap one too. Now piss off before I kick your ass." Paris let out a cry of rage which quickly turned to a shriek of pain as his hand clasped around her throat.

"I said piss off. Learn when to follow an order." He said, his voice expressionless as he threw her in the general direction of the door. He turned to leave after her, casting one glance back at the room, and smiling softly.

Ray let out the breath he had been holding, and put his head in his hands. Goten was in big trouble. But Ray had no way of warning him. He stood, and went to leave the room, putting his hand on the handle of the door. It wouldn't turn.

"Shit."

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Scy slammed open the door to Goten's house, startling Goten and trunks who were in the kitchen getting something to eat. He stormed in, and crashed into the counter, glaring at the contraption that blocked his arms from Goten's neck. Goten looked up, from where he was trying to teach trunks how to make pancakes (for dinner no less) and sighed.

"Yes Scy?" he asked, turning at face him. Scy made a face at him, causing Trunks to giggle.

"You wouldn't happen to know where James's house is do you? Or is he calling it a lair now?"
Goten snorted, and slung an arm over Trunk's shoulder, causing the shorter man to blush. Goten had been standing behind him when they were cooking, and it had taken all of Trunks' control not to jump him. And with the constant contact Goten seemed to like, it made things even harder.

"I think he's calling it the lair now. He even has a sign out the front. It's pink though....that was Ray's doing."
At the mention of Ray, Scy's face fell, and he looked like a kicked puppy. Trunks thwapped Goten on the head, and grinned innocently.

"So Goten.....where is this lair?"
Goten stared at Trunks for a second, before wiping pancake batter onto his face. Trunks wrinkled his nose, and was startled when Goten gripped his chin, making his face stay still. Goten started drawing lines, and then turned Trunks to face Scy.

"You see this street here? You go down there, and then take a left. Then a right and go down this alley. At the end of the alley is what we civilized people like to call SUBURBIA." Goten smirked as Trunks realized that he had a map drawn on his face. His smirk grew into a full fledged smile as he saw the street he was currently pointing to go bright red. He wiped the map of Trunk's face with one hand, still keeping his grip on his chin, and licked the batter off his fingers.

"Then you look for a bright pink sign saying THE LAIR"'

He looked down at Trunks for a second, registering the blush going even brighter as he watched Goten lick his fingers.

"There's a smiley face in one corner that looks like a constipated badger because Ray was slightly drunk when he painted it." Scy smiled slightly, and jumped when he heard a thud. Trunks had apparently found a bit Goten had missed, and licked it off the corner of his mouth with his tongue, causing Goten to succumb to gravity. Trunks smirked triumphantly, and stepped over him, going to get changed.

Goten took this time to get up off the floor, and stop the pancakes from burning. "I'll come with you, to get Ray. "He said. Scy nodded, and went to go and get his jacket when there was another thud. He popped his head back in the door, registered what Trunks was wearing and burst out laughing.

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The black car sped through the night like a panther with a hearing disability, hitting things and generally creating havoc. The men inside swore at the driver continuously, making things worse.
The goons (I use this word loosely, because I don't really want to go to the trouble of describing them when they're gunna get their asses kicked anyways) were fidgeting nervously. It was one thing to take on an enemy in your own base. You knew where you were then, and had the benefit of having booby traps and doors that actually locked from your side. But on an enemy's turf? Nah, you were prolly gunna get your ass kicked.

The head Goon, we shall call him Charlie, was glaring at everything. His piggy little eyes made it hard to see when he did this cause then they were concealed by rolls of fat. Giving up on the glaring, he settled for blank staring as they pulled up to their destination. He stared up at the apartment building, the driver of the deaf panther-car driving into a pole and then clambering out of the smoking wreck, running for his life.

trying to seem like the pillar of authority, but only managing to seem like the blob of cowardice, he drew himself up to his full four foot nine, and yelled.

"CHARGE"

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Goten heard the scream from where he was, and sighed.

"They're really quite stupid aren't they?" he asked, not really wanting an answer when the door slammed inwards and a fat little man rolled to a stop on the floor. Trunks sighed, and kicked the man in the head, before yelping as he felt a hand grab his ass. He spun around just in time to see the man get a face full of Goten's fist, and he smiled gratefully.
Scy on the other hand, was angry already, and got even angrier when the bastards pounced on him. He bit one of them, the blood flooding his mouth as he kicked the man in the groin, before kicking him in the head. He broke the arm of another one, and snapped the knee cap of a third, before he was knocked back into Goten. Goten caught him, and shoved him off, punching one of the idiots in the face, making him cartwheel backwards into the half open door. A loud crack was heard, and Trunks winced as the door snapped in two from the mans weight.
Scy growled and launched himself at the last man standing, knocking them both backwards and down a flight of stairs that were conveniently placed in the way of a window. The man flew out the window, briefly registering the fact that he could flap his arms before hitting a tree, and then the ground.this of course is the reason that human's dont fly. For his part, Scy came to rest at the bottom of the stairs, groaning loudly.

"Can we got get Ray now?"
Goten shrugged, and pulled on Trunks' arm, collecting Scy on the way down.

"Why the hell not? But James will prolly get away and ya know. Plot holes and all."

Nodding sagely, Scy stood and followed, wincing as he placed weight on his left leg. Injuries and idiots...this day was gunna be full of weird shit.

TBC....

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I am such a moron.(hangs head)

Rae Rae...you have to do better than this completely pointless chapter cause I have no writing ability.

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