Sonic Underground: "The Story Of The Past"

Title: "Bullseye's Story Part 2 (Brother What Art Thou?)" Vol.2

Author: BlushBunnyC3

Author's Note: Here we are again, rolling merrily along with Vol.2 of Bullseye's Story Part 2! Hope you're all enjoying yourselves, so far! D Basically here, we're starting off with some situational irony, of what happened to Buckthorne after Bullseye went off, and how Bullseye is taking the news of Goresky's 'situational issues'. Will he soon meet Jacque? If so, how will he treat him? Will Buckthorne be able to accept Bullseye's 'real' brothers taking his place? Are the guys of the gang homophobic? Will Chislett be more perverted than Bullseye and outdrink Buckthorne in caffeinated beverages? Did I just lose you? Okay XD Enough of the soap opera questionnaire thing there ; cough Anywho, here's the list of credits and copyrights that we all know and love (riiight XD) so well, unless we wanna get sued... (yeah, I didn't think so XP) All characters © BlushBunnyC3, except Sonic characters © SEGA, Archie & DiC. (Be sure to keep checking up on this chapter to see updated cast of characters and song lyrics, if any, as usual peeps. Thankies all!)

Note: Yes, I realize that the Prologue bit and the Chapter of this story are the same as the last, and that's because this is a continuance of the previous fic. And concerning events from the last one, I'll be telling the event of how and why about the whole Graff and Goresky situation Chislett mentioned, in my fic after this one, Bullseye's Story Part 3, which is one more into past issues I've recently established, as far back as the timeline for my first fic "The Birth Of Mobotropolis". So yeah. Read on, my friends! P

Cast Of Characters ( indicates official Sonic character)

Buckthorne Wolfe

Jacque Celaya

Vera Prower

Aleena Hedgehog

Prince Rockavar

Prince Masevar

Richard Nenzel

Ian Callaway

Charles Hedgehog

Aaron Cooper

Michael Telford

Lewis Prower

Tyler Mullins

Bullseye Warthogg

Chislett Warthogg

Goresky Warthogg

Nurse Melony

Farrel Wiik (had to give the guy a last name, okay? XD)

Sir Graff Warthogg

Lady Lorelei Celaya

Sir Marco Celaya

Prologue: "It was the year of 3207, the beginning of a new year. After the hectic events of the previous year, mainly the ones occurring to/in the Royal Families, the people were hoping for a more quiet and calm year, to settle down. For some, this wish came easy to. For others... this was not meant to be. This year, a certain number of people would have life altering events and reunions, even, happen to them. On one hand, the events for some would seem like a curse, but eventually be for the better, and the other hand, what seemed better, would turn into a curse. Either way... things were coming their way. And no one could stop them. Either they could accept their fate and learn to breathe again. Or they could bury their fate in denial, and try to hide it. A very important time had come, indeed. As a young wolf and warthog in particular, were about to find out..."

Chapter 2:

The afternoon that Bullseye went to the cafe with his brothers, for the catching up thing, Buckthorne wandered off alone, off to the usual hangout pad for their gang. It felt a tad odd going without Bullseye, but he shrugged the feeling off. After all, did he have the news of the month for the guys or what! He was still pretty shook up himself about it. Just one little mistake of his, and he may have very well changed Bullseye's life! For a second, a bad feeling came over him. What if that was a bad thing? What if... But further thoughts were forgotten as the young wolf suddenly walked into someone from the side. "-Ogh!" Both were slightly winded for a minute, but he was so out of it at the time, that the wolf fell back onto the ground. When Buckthorne finally looked up, he saw the person was a guy around his age. Some sort of feline species obviously, but looked somewhat altered to be pure breed. He had a blue leaf-patterned shirt and black pants. He looked worried. "-Oh god... are you okay?" he asked Buckthorne, who was rather confused at this. Wasn't HE the one who had caused the hit? "-Y... yeah..." he stammered. "But... didn't 'I' walk into 'you'?" The feline looked questioningly. "-Uhh... I'm not sure, myself." "-Oh." They went silent. The stranger then said meekly, "-Err... need a hand?" He held out his green gloved hand to Buckthorne. The wolf slowly took it and let the guy haul him back up to his feet. "-Thanks." "No prob." Sure you're okay?" I mean... for a minute you looked like you sure took a fall there-" "-I'm alright," Buckthorne insisted. "Didn't hurt much anyways... was kinda in a... 'zone' or sumthin." "-Ah..." the feline said. He looked rather embarrassed. "-Really, it's nothing," Buckthorne assured him. The feline was bright red. "-Well... sorry anyways," he muttered. Not knowing what else to say and realizing that the bus he was meaning to catch to the auditorium had arrived nearby, he quickly walked off. Buckthorne stared on, feeling bad that he'd made the guy all upset like that. It hadn't been his fault! The wolf sighed, leaning his neck back. When he lowered his gaze, he noticed a square-ish object at his feet. Considering he'd seen many of these things before, he picked it up. It was a wallet. And obviously, belonging to the guy. Buckthorne looked around to see if he was still in sight, but he wasn't. -Damn... he thought. Nothing he could do now. He looked at it, for a second thought of opening it, then thought better of it. He shoved it into his pocket. Decided he bring it into someplace later, so it could be returned to the owner. After all, Buckthorne didn't keep or steal wallets from 'nice' people. He usually only pickpocketed from the stingy rich and just rude idiots that deserved what was coming to them. And from what he'd seen, the feline guy was neither. He'd even had the decency to apologize and help him up. Stealing from him would just be plain wrong, Buckthorne knew. He started on his way. On the bus, the feline was opening his bag, rummaging through items. "-What the..." he muttered, not being able to find what he was looking for. His seatmate looked at him. "-Something wrong, Jacque?" The feline gave a deep sigh. "-I can't find my wallet."

At the hangout pad, the other nine guys were there, in addition of two girlfriends, Vera and Aleena, respectively. They were with Rockavar and Masevar at the couch area, conversing amoung each other, as couples do. Richard, Ian, Charles, and Aaron were playing cards, and Michael, Lewis and Tyler were at the dartboard. Unfortunately for the others, Aaron seemed to be zoned out for a minute. "-Aaron?" Ian finally nudged him hard. "-Aaron!" The game, remember?" The black-haired hedgehog snapped out of it."-Oh!" Right yeah... uh, go fish." They all stared at him, funny. "-Aaron..." Charles said slowly. "We're playing 'poker'." Aaron blinked. "-We are?" Oh..." He looked at his cards. His eyebrows lit up. "-Oooh... well then... royal flush." He laid down his cards. The three players were all stunned. Richard's jaw hung open. "Can you BELIEVE this guy?" he griped. "Huhm... well then, the hand's a royal flush and YOU're a royal s.o.b." The lynx threw his cards down. "-'S.o.b'?" questioned Aaron. He wasn't always the fastest thinker at these. "-Son of a bitch," Ian translated. NOW he remembered. Aaron scowled, airily. "-Meh, don't lay your hang-ups on me cuz you lost, ya royal p.o.s." Ian said it for Charles this time. "-Piece of shit." The blue hedgehog looked blankly. "-I knew that one." Ian shrugged, "-Sorry... just like sayin' them outloud." Charles shrugged also. "-Whatever suits you." "New game?" Richard asked. Aaron and the others nodded. "-New game." Nearby, it was Lewis's turn at the dartboard. He was picking up the darts, and happened to look over at the couches. Naturally, his attention went to Vera. Sure, they were on the side, backs facing him, but Lewis could still see that her legs were wrapped around his and her arms were both around his shoulders and stroking his hair. The sight undoubtedly drove him nuts. Frowning, he clutched the dart harder. As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Rockavar then spoke, "-Lewis... would you mind to stop looking at my head like it's a target?" Normally he didn't care if Rockavar snapped back, but considering Vera was there, Lewis knew he was due for a dirty look. And right on cue, Vera turned around, with a very temperamental one. "-Lewis..." she growled, warningly. Her brother knew that tone; he snorted and looked away. He knew better than to argue; she had the same stubborn mind as he did, and he'd never hear the end of it. Lewis gave a low growl and swung his arm back, and threw the dart at the board. Michael and Tyler flinched and jumped back, least the shot go in the wrong direction, considering Lewis's mood. But to their surprise, the dart flew smack dead center, in the bullseye. Lewis's scowl faded into a surprised look, pretty much the same as the shocked ones on Michael and Tyler. Tyler, slack-jawed, squeaked, "-Did that just-" "-Yeah," answered Michael. "-Right in the-" "-Yuh huh." "So he-" "-Yup." "-Wooow." "-Ditto." The Prower fox stared on, then grinned smugly. "-Heh... what do you know?" And they say rage 'affects' your game... hah!" He went to tug out the dart, but soon realized the snug fit. "-Errr... on the other hand, 'this' may be a problem." The other two nodded ruefully. "-Mmm hm." Just then, Buckthorne walked in the entrance. He was silent, but the others noticed him right away. As a joke, Aaron shrieked, "-Ah!" Intruder!" and he picked up and hucked a nerf ball at Buckthorne, who stopped and let it hit him in the side. The wolf smiled, amused. "-Thanks Aaron... real sweet of ya." Boy... you people sure know how to make a guy feel welcome, dontcha?" He glanced over at the three at the dartboard. "-In fact, why don't one of you huck one of those darts at me, while you're at it?" I'll give you a free shot!" Right in the eye!" I'll even stop blinking for you!" ...Starting now!" He blinked. "-Crap!" The others laughed. Aaron said, "-How about some 'lint' then?" He tossed the tiny fuzz, and it dropped only a few feet away from him. "Uhhh... you'll have to come over here to get it, tho." "-Nyah thanks, I'm good man," Buckthorne mused. "-I'd throw a card for you Buckthorne, but heaven forbid we make papercuts in front of Aar and Ty," Charles smirked. The mentioned guys scowled a little, and the others chuckled. Ian realized before the others, of the absence. "-Hey Buck... is it just me, or do I detect an absence of 'hog'?" "-Ian's right... where's the horny bugger, anyways?" added Lewis. Buckthorne paused, wondering how to put it, first hand. "-Uh... he kinda got... 'held up' back there." Michael gave a snort. "Lemme guess... he yelled at a cop, again?" There was a roar of laughter. Lewis shook his muzzle. "-Nyah, he was probably 'porking' the cop's sister." This one made the guys howl. Charles looked at his friend, ruefully. "-Lou, it's good thing Bullseye isn't here... that one was below the belt, man." "-Literally," Ian added, with a snicker. "Harsh, dude." Back on the couch, Rockavar scowled and muttered to Vera, "-Yeah.. I think we all know who that was REALLY meant towards!" The vixen sighed, "-I know... I'm sorry he's such an ass." She lightly kissed him and nuzzled his cheek, sympathetically. "-So what 'really' happened then, Bucksy?" Aaron inquired. But the wolf had gone silent. Realizing that Vera and Aleena were present, something seemed to unnerve Buckthorne, and he stammered, "-Err... uhhmm..." It was a default of his; the young wolf was frightfully shy and nervous around the opposite gender. It was odd though, he'd gotten around them fine, as a small child, with his mother Diana and baby sister Kelsey present, but it seemed as if after they had died, his attitude around females seemed to have grown WORSE every year. Now he could hardly even speak in front of them, even if he KNEW them, like Vera and Aleena. He'd always go silent, lean against a wall or something, and cross his arms or shove his hands in his pockets, and stare at the ground. Or if he was talked to, he'd answer in short one word sentences, and in such a tone, that conversation was promptly killed. He couldn't help it or meant it, that's just how he was. Luckily for him, Vera seemed to notice his uneasiness and spoke up. "-I think we should be going," she said, referring to her and Aleena, who also nodded in agreement. Naturally, their boyfriends were disappointed about it. Masevar gave a dramatic look. "-Must you?" he asked, practically pulling a puppy dog look, as Aleena stood up, off his lap. Rockavar's response was different, but along the same tone. "-Awww... who's ass do I have to kick the crap outta?" Vera beamed, "-Awww... lookit you threatening to kill people for me." Aleena gave a smile, holding onto Masevar's hands. "-I'll call you later, 'kay?" "-Kay," he smiled back. And both pairs kissed each other. The rest of the people there went into an uncomfortable 'third/fifth wheel' silence, some looking away, and others pulling faces of kissy noises and swoony looks at each other. But they made sure time they looked normal, when the couples were done. "-Bye guys," Vera said for the both of them. The males all in turn nodded, waved and muttered the same. As they left together, since they were close friends and all, the two girls were holding hands. A few of them exchanged amused looks, in a male-thought way. Only Richard was bold enough to hint a joke. He made to sound like he was coughing or sneezing, and muttered under his breath as he did so, covering his mouth with his hands, wheezed, "-Lesbians!" Next to Bullseye, the lynx was usually one of the first of them to point out and make snewd remarks about something. The sniggering from his friends made him feel clever and witful. The looks he got from Rockavar, Lewis, Masevar and Charles, however, were unsettling. Richard'd forgotten that he'd been making FOUR people angry here; he'd only thought of Rockavar and Masevar at first. But no; now he had two angry brothers giving him expressions to kill too. "...What?" I sneezed!" he tried, innocently. Just then, out of nowhere, the vixen came back in the room. "-Sorry... forgot something." She walked over to the group, stopped at Richard, where she promptly grabbed him by the ear and yanked upwards. "AaaaAAAGGGHH!" he yelled in pain. Vera sniffed. "You want 'lesbian'... oh, I'll give you 'dyke', alright!" she retorted, using the more 'butch' and harsher tone for it. Richard continued to squirm and yelp in agony, until she finally let him go. Then she simply turned around and walked back out, for good that time. When the door shut, some of the gang dared to suppress laughing or jesting. The lynx ruefully held and rubbed his sore ear. "-Yeesh... what a bi-" he started to say, but quickly shut up before he could finish or be heard. Luckily he escaped that time. Realizing what exactly had just happened a minute ago, Rockavar turned towards Buckthorne, with a rather 'miffed' look. "-What was 'that' all about?" he inquired, referring to why he'd gone into the silent treatment with the girls present and them having to leave. The wolf gulped at this, considering he knew well that getting the fox Prince in a bad mood or angry wasn't a very smart position to get into, and he certainly hadn't meant to. "-I didn't mean to!" I'm sorry, I just-" Luckily for him, Masevar spared Buckthorne further embarrassment and unease by giving Rockavar a look, and assuring the wolf, "-No no, it's okay Buckthorne, really... you said you have something important to say, so go on!" We're listening." Swallowing, Buckthorne nodded, "Right... so... uhhh... we were at the marketplace... I had three shakes... needed the bathroom... then I came out-" He was cut off by Richard, who asked, "-You remembered to wash your hands, right?" The lynx received an immediate expression of irritancy from the wolf. "What?" It's called personal hygiene, man!" he protested. "Just making sure..." Buckthorne gave a side eye roll. "-Ooo-tay then," he sighed. "Anyways... so then... I forgot where to meet him... was looking around... and that-" But he was interrupted again by a remark from Tyler, ironically one of the biggest voices in the group. "-He's trying to tell us something... I just know it!" Maybe one day he'll learn how to use full-sentences... oh!" Buckthorne was a naturally patient person in general and was mostly a hard person to get angry, but considering the news he was trying to give now and with his friends cutting in, his temper was wearing unusually low. He growled, "-You GUYS!" Know what, forget it!" I'm not tellin-" But he was pleaded and apologized to quite an unanimous vote, that he finally started again, this time with no interruptions. So he told the tale. "-And then they see Bullseye, and they're like... 'BULLSEYE?' and he finally notices them, and gets this big wide-eyed look on his face and gasps at them, '-GORESKY?' CHISLETT?', pretty much indicating he recognized them." Then that's when the first guy gives it away." "-How?" the guys all said at once. Buckthorne gave a suspenseful pause, cleared his throat, then replied with a flourish, "-He looks right at Bullseye and says... '-Little brother!'!" There was an immediate round of different versions of shocked reactions from the gang, some gasps, some choke-like sounds, wide eyes, jaw dropping and the like. "Oh-my-god!", "Holy crap!", "No way!", "You're shittin' us!" and "Tell me you're jokin'!" were some examples of speech reaction. Buckthorne solemnly shook his head. "-It's the truth, fellas... Bullseye even came right out and said it along with them." Michael thought outloud, "-I didn't know Bullseye had brothers..." A few of them muttered in agreement, since they either forgot or hadn't been mentioned. "How come we've never heard about them before?" The wolf started to explain and remind them. "-Well... they're triplets, apparently... Bullseye being the youngest, mind you-" "-Baby of the family?" Oh now I didn't see THAT coming..." Ian mused. "-Yeah I know... but anywho... yeah... his father left his mother... or... should I say she kicked him out or... either way... and took his brothers, all of which were five at the time... and you know how after his mom died, his father did the whole 'abandonment' thing, right?" Now THAT everyone knew well, considering how often Bullseye took random shots at Graff out of nowhere, just because he could and felt he had a right to. "Well... since he never sees his dad, he hasn't seen his bros either." Most part being because they never told him where they live." The others awed in understandment. "So yeah... basically it ended up them saying why not go get some food and catch up, and I told Bullseye I'd just come back here and see him later." And here I am." "-Wow..." Aaron breathed. "Do you think we'll get to meet them?" The wolf shrugged. "Who knows... maybe, depending on Bullseye's mood." I'll see if I can talk it out of him later." Since Buckthorne was now done, the gang started chatting amoungst each other about this news. When he heard one of them say, "-Do you think this'll change things?", Buckthorne gave a nervous gulp, remembering what he'd been thinking earlier on. No way of telling this now; it was a definite thing of yet to come.