A/N: This has to be one of my most retarded drabbles ever. I don't even WANT to know where I got the idea for this one… :twitch: AU, DUH! Please review!

47. Havoc x Fuery - 1969

"Jean? Get up off the ground," said Kain Fuery as he walked past his old childhood buddy, Jean Havoc on a sunny afternoon in late August of 1969. "You're in the middle of road; you're going to get run over."

"Can't a guy just sit around and have a smoke?" grunted Havoc in reply, tossing his burned-out cigarette off the curb and lighting a new one. "Maybe I like it here in the middle of the road. And unless some drunk old idiot is cruising around today, I'm not going to get run over. I'm perfectly safe on the median."

Fuery sighed. For the past… decade, it seemed, Jean Havoc was sitting in the middle of the road, wearing his life away by growing out his choppy blonde hair and smoking cigarette after cigarette. He had a guitar at his side, but he didn't know how to play it. Every now and then he would pick it up and pluck a few strings, earning himself some rude comments from passers-by. But he did have one fan – Kain.

Regardless of how awful a musician Jean Havoc was, Kain loved the blonde's songs. Or, to be more specific, he loved the blonde. Sure, he smoked a lot and wore bell bottom jeans and was considered a hobo hippie (which he was), but Fuery loved him just the same, despite how strikingly different they were.

Fuery was an upstanding citizen with a job and a nice haircut. He wore glasses and usually had money in his pocket. Flies did not buzz around his pristine, perfect skin. He didn't listen to rock music or play the guitar poorly. He was, in short, the least likely person to ever fall in love with a hippie.

Kain sat down next to his friend. Jean offered him a cigarette which he refused.

Taking a drag on his own roll of nicotine, Havoc looked up at the sky and sighed, "Ya know, man, since society is totally fubar and doesn't seem to accept unorthodox relationships, I wouldn't love you. But… ya know, Kain… you're a cool guy. And I do love you. Because I don't give a damn what society thinks."

Kain smiled brightly, his bright, un-yellowed-from-nicotine teeth sparkling in the summer sunlight. In the back of his mind, he thought that maybe having a friend who was a hippie wasn't so bad after all… But the front of his mind was occupied with the fiery kiss that Jean Havoc was planting sloppily on Fuery's lips right in the middle of the road. A few cars honked, but both Havoc and Fuery were thinking the same thing:

"We don't care what society thinks, man."

A/N: HA HA HA… no, wait. Here's the right word: WTF? Please review!

Reviewer Responses!

Lurkinshdws: Thanks for the review!

Blackrose Kitsune: n.n Thanks. I love stuff about Hughes. I like that even though Elysia goes through some rough times, she still remembers Maes and loves him and misses him. Now I'm gonna make myself sad… T.T :sniff: Th-thanks f-for the r-review:bursts into tears:

K. A. Maples:grabs an ice cream bucket and sits down with you, grabbing a tissue: Thanks for the review!

MetalWing Alchemist: I've read a couple Hughes and Elysia things (not here) before, and they inspired me. People who can write well are capable of making really nice Hughes and Elysia ones. L, yes, "Trix" was good. "Trix" was fun. n.n Thanks for the review!

inu's gothic ravyn: Actually, I'm glad I could make you cry. The point was to induce some kind of a sympathetic emotion, and I succeeded. n.n Huzzah! XD I luff Maes too! He's so great… I just wanna… go up to my TV and pull him outta there so he can be my besterest friend foreva! Thanks for the review!

writerauthorguy: I like angst… :sweatdrop: Thankies for the review!

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