Won: Well Howdy do! Here's more of one of the most confusing and hopeless fanfictions/ slash fictions out there, folks! And there's so very much more to come! Aren't you all happy fan people? Wee!
Disclaimer: If I owned any of the people in this fic, there would be some serious trouble...
Chapter 4: Ninjas and Monkeys
Centered on Naruto
Naruto, the blonde want-to-be Hokage, sat up, rubbing his eyes and blinking. He frowned.
I thought I heard music...
After carefully making sure the sound wasn't there, he nestled himself back underneath his sheets. He rested his gaze on his roommate. The other blonde, Draco, was awake as well. The other looked Naruto in the eye.
"You heard it, too?"
The ninja nodded. "Yep. What was it?" He sat up, watching the other boy. Draco let his gaze glaze over.
"It was like...a beautiful song but...it was sad..." The Slytherin blinked, staring at the door to the boys' room.
Naruto was quiet. Then he got up and listened again. "I hear it..."
Draco fell still. He sighed. "It's so sad sounding..."
Naruto pulled open the door. "Let's find out what it is." He darted out, Draco hesitantly following behind.
Centered on Kei
Kei sniffled, wiping his eyes for the thousandth time that night. He was upset, and he was also angry. He was angry to be woken up by a song that had the intention of making him bawl like a two-year-old with his first boo-boo. This also explained why he was so upset.
His roommate, Riku, was awake as well, and had gone to find where the soft melody was coming from. This left Kei all alone to cry and blubber. With no shoulder to lean on for comfort, he was even more saddened. He didn't even know why he felt this way.
I wish that Ash boy was my friend. He's cute...
Kei blushed at the thought.
What am I thinking! I'm not gay!...At least, I don't think I am...
He waited for another few minutes for Riku to return. There was still no sign of the silver-haired boy. Kei cried and cried all by himself in the strange room. Still no one came to dry his tears. His sister had used to be there on these rare occasions when he broke down, but no one was here, now. Kei felt more alone then ever.
A knock on the door startled the blue-haired boy. He hurriedly wiped his tears, curling up under his blankets.
"Kei?"
Kei sighed, relieved. It was only Dr. Tomoki. He looked over like he'd been asleep.
"Mmnn...yeah?" He muttered in a false sleepy voice. The older man wandered over to sit on his bed.
"Don't act like you were asleep; I heard you crying." The blonde man scolded. Kei smiled sheepishly.
"Was not..." He threw a pillow at him, turning over in bed. The song was louder now that the door was open. Kei felt the sadness again. If that song continued, he had a feeling that he would never smile again.
He made a mistake by sniffling. Kei felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Kei?"
Kei snuggled deeper into the blankets. "It's that stupid song." He whimpered.
"Yeah, well, it's over, now." The two others looked to the door. Riku was standing in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed. "She said she wouldn't play it again. For our sanity and hers." He said simply.
Dr. Tomoki wasn't satisfied. "Why does it have that effect on everyone?"
Riku shrugged. "Dunno. Now, I'm tired. Night." He went to his bed and flopped onto it, not bothering to pull on the covers.
Dr. Tomoki turned back to Kei, who was watching him with large eyes. The man patted his head. "Sleep well, Kei." Kei closed his eyes, drifting off. While he did, Tomoki leaned over and kissed his forehead before shutting the door to the room.
Centered on Draco
Draco yawned. It was morning, though it really didn't seem that way. Clouds were covering the sun in a thick blanket. Thunder rumbled, and drizzle started coming down. It wasn't just the weather that seemed gloomy. It was unusually quiet in the mansion. On the rare chance Draco met someone while going downstairs, the person was depressed and sniffling, with red puffy eyes to signal that they had been crying.
Days like this were good days for Draco.
The blonde walked around an odd, cheery mood for someone who cried a little last night. He didn't know why, but throughout his sleep, he was cursed with a song that seemed to drip in sadness. Perhaps it was this song that made the mansion's other inhabitants so out of touch, but that was all good for Draco. Too much happiness made him sick.
When he entered the dining room, there were only three other occupants: the two ninja and the boy with the strange silver hair. The others were no where to be seen. Not even their gracious hostess with the funny ears was present. All the better; at least these people wouldn't bother him.
A huge thunder clap shook the house, startling the blonde. 'Wasn't expecting that one...' He sat down at his spot from yesterday, starting in on his food. Looking around again, he frowned. 'You'd think those others who made such a fuss of getting in here yesterday would be swarming in by now.' As if on cue, the rest of the guests paraded in like a funeral march. Potter looked down right miserable. He was pale, with large circles under his eyes. He had a forlorn expression on his face that he just didn't give a damn anymore and wanted to die now. In fact, everyone walking in at that moment looked that way.
Draco ignored them as best he could and went back to his food. Why should he care? No one seemed to give a shit anyway.
He was annoyed when the blue-haired boy, Kei, wasn't it, sat next to him. He growled at the unfortunate boy, who yelped and ran to the other side of the table. The man with the afro glared at Draco, who glared back. Draco didn't like people that thought they were better then him. He had the feeling that the Tomoki man felt he was.
While he pondered this, someone else sat next to him. Draco wanted to curse the person, but found it was only the Gary kid. Him he could deal with. Gary had a sense on who was worthy and who wasn't, and that's all Draco needed for conformation.
However, Gary was tired, and only picked at his food. Draco looked at the sad gathering. Sadness was one thing, but moping was another. He put his silver wear down, standing up.
"All right, you lot; who died and left you all to mope about it?"
Everyone stared at him, eyes blank with sadness. Sasuke, one of the only ones not depressed, answered.
"Some song was playing last night. Sad song."
Draco blinked. 'That's right! Me and that other ninja weirdo went to see what it was!' He shook off his daze when Naruto said:
"You heard it, too? I thought I was dreaming."
Sora, the brunette, sighed heavily. "I wish I was dreaming..."
Ash, beside him, nodded, resting his head on his arms. "Mm-hmm..."
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. "It was a stupid song! Bloody Hell, are you all that stupid? Get over it!" He swept from the table.
"Just because you have no heart or soul doesn't mean the rest of us don't, either."
Draco spun around to see Harry glaring at him.
"Fuck you, Potter. It's not my fault that you show weakness." He turned, leaving the dining room.
'Damn Potter with his bloody weakness...'
He strolled into the library, which was quiet, despite the rain slamming into the windows.
'...it makes him so fucking sexy...'
Draco threw himself onto one of the chaise lounges, groaning in despair.
'...I hate my life.'
Wonny: Okay, I lied; more Sora, Ash, Riku, Gary love parallelogram --;
Centered on Ash/Gary
Ash gave up trying to eat. He rarely became this depressed, but when he did, he didn't feel like doing much of anything. He shoved his plate away, glass shaking at another tremendous clap of thunder. Lightning began showing up outside the windows as well. It was not going to be a good day.
The black-haired boy trudged out of the dining room as well, wandering aimlessly. He didn't care where he was going and he didn't care how. He snaked his arms around himself, trying desperately to find some comfort.
Ash's thoughts drifted back to last night, when Gary had tried to comfort him as he cried.
'Why'd he do that?' He pondered, 'I thought he hated me...'
He found himself in the deserted sunroom, where Mistress Wonnykins did all her artwork. The sky was a disgusting gray color, and rain was coming down so hard that it was impossible to see anything past the glass. Ash sat on the window seat, pressing his forehead against the cool glass.
'Maybe he was sleep-walking and didn't know who I was. I could always ask him...' Ash shook his head. '...Yeah, right. He'd deny it, as usual.' The boy sniffled. 'Sanctuary' repeated in his head over and over. He pulled his knees to his chest, forming a protective ball out of himself. He wanted someone to be there beside him. Someone to hold him and tell him that it was okay to cry. He gave a shuddering sigh. 'Sure, and whose going to do that?'
He jumped at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. His large, brown eyes darted up into a pair of ocean-blue ones. 'Oh, it's only my new friend...or maybe he's my boyfriend...maybe lover? What do I call him, now?'
He didn't ponder it for too long. Sora sat next to him and the two just huddled together, trying to block out the song and be themselves. The efforts were fruitless. It seemed that when they opened their mouths, all that came out was a sob.
Just outside the door, Gary was watching the two of them. He frowned. Wasn't he, himself, the one who had held Ash last night while the other boy had cried his heart out on his chest? Not Sora. Gary. The auburn-haired boy growled, forcing it down his throat before the two inside the sunroom heard it. He didn't need to worry. A clap of thunder drowned it out.
The green-eyed boy leaned against the door, feeling quite alone. Sadness and rage were battling inside of him at the moment. For one thing, he wanted to comfort the two, but on the other had, he wanted to shove that pesky Sora aside and take Ash for himself. He'd be doing Riku a favor, at least.
Finally, he cleared his throat and stepped inside. Ash and Sora jumped, eyes focusing on the new occupant. Sora showed no emotion, but Gary could see Ash was still lingering on last night as well.
The older boy sat next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ash hesitated, then snuggled into him. Gary held back a smirk as Sora blinked in surprise. In the end, bending over and taking it up the tail-pipe had been defeated, and pride was rearing its ugly head.
"Gary?" Ash's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing together.
"Yes?"
The black-haired boy gulped. "I-I just wanted to say...thanks. For last night. I needed that..."
Gary wanted to laugh at the horrified expression on Sora's face. "You're welcome. I think we both needed it. And, seeing as I was the only one there..." He looked over Ash's head at Sora. Sora blinked.
'What in-? What's he getting at?' Sora glared. Whatever this guy was trying, Sora really didn't like it.
Ash was oblivious to the mimed conversation around him. He sniffled, which got both of the other boys' attentions. "Sorry I cried all over you, though." He wiped his eyes.
Gary slipped an arm over his shoulders, gripping the one farthest from him. "S'okay. I didn't mind. I was crying myself." He got all soft at this, causing Ash to look up at him.
Sora clenched his fists. 'That ignorant jerk! He insults him all the time and now he's trying to take him away from me! I don't think so, pal.' He leaned over, laying his head on Ash's shoulder.
"Where were you, anyway? I woke up and you weren't there." The brunette asked.
Ash wiped his eyes. "I went to go see what that music was. Hey," He sat up straight, looking at Sora, "You were in the clip I saw! How'd you do that?"
Sora blinked. "Do what?"
"Get in the screen with out me noticing!"
Sora blinked again. "What?"
Ash sighed. "You don't remember? You were killing these...black things...and there was this pretty girl with red hair...and Riku said 'Take care of her.' You don't remember that?"
Sora did remember doing that stuff, and those people. "Well, yeah, but I didn't do them last night." He scratched the back of his head. "I don't know what to tell you." He shrugged.
He expected Ash to go back to the way he had been, but the dark-haired boy just scooted closer to him and swung his feet. "So you did do that stuff?"
"Well, yeah."
Ash smiled. "It was awesome!"
Sora stared at him. "Really?"
"Yeah! It was so cool! Where'd you get the big key thingie, anyway?"
"Um, I, well...Here, let me show you." He held out his hand, summoning the light.
Ash's eyes got wide as the key materialized in Sora's outstretched hand. "How'd you do that?"
Sora let the blade disappear. "Long story."
Ash moved closer. "I'm listening."
Gary curled his fists into balls, glaring at the brunette. Sora noticed and gave him a smirk that said 'Go get your own, jack-ass.' and went back to explaining his story to Ash. Gary got up in a huff and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Gary, where ya goin'?" Ash asked, "Don't you wanna hear what happens?"
"Not particularly, no." Gary ground out.
Ash laughed. "You're no fun."
Gary turned back around, watching the other two boys laugh together.
"You're fucking hilarious. You know what else is? Why I even bothered to comfort you in the first place. Next time, sob on your own damn shoulder." Gary hissed, coldly. The giggling stopped. Ash gapped.
"What's wrong with you!" The black-haired boy yelled, "First you want to sit here and be the greatest guy in the world, and now you've-you've- you've got your ass on your shoulders! What's your problem!"
Gary wasn't about to lose a fight to Ash Ketchem. "If you had some brains you could see that it's you, Queery-O! You know what, fuck you! I tried being nice to you! Me! You know how weird that is? Now I remembered why I don't do it anymore: it's all fine for a moment, then, as soon as someone else BUTS IN," He glared at Sora, "you completely toss me aside!"
"Maybe if you weren't such a jerk most of the time I wouldn't!" Ash shot back.
"Gee, now, who's tossing whom aside here? Hmm, lets think... Oh, wait, that'd be you, now, wouldn't it, Ashy-boy? So, no, I'm not the jerk."
Ash glared, but couldn't come up with anything.
Gary smirked. He turned, intentions on going up to his room.
"...Then why did your dad leave you?"
Everything stopped. Gary could've even sworn his heart stopped. It just fluttered to a halt and froze, like a fly in an ice-box. He turned back.
"What did you just say?"
Ash knew, a little too late, that he had crossed the line. Gary's voice was deadly. In a face-off against a rattle-snake, the rattler would slither away in a heart beat, yipping like a wounded dog. The elder boy even looked capable of spitting poison. The younger one swallowed. He was in trouble.
Gary stepped towards him. "You arrogant, ignorant, short, little-minded son of a bitch." Ash thought he saw a forked tongue flick out at those words, "My father left me because my mother died, and he was extremely upset. He didn't want me around because he thought that something would happen to me." He reached out, fingers curling around Ash's throat. "Do you have any idea how much shame your little comment would have done to my family's recollection of him?"
Ash couldn't swallow, now. Gary smirked. He leaned over hissing in Ash's ear.
"Just because your father was ashamed of you and left you behind doesn't mean you can force that onto someone else's father. I don't want to here that from you again. Are we clear?"
Ash nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Good." Gary reluctantly took his fingers from around the other boy's throat. He turned, heading to the doorway. "Oh, and, before I forget," He came back around and popped Sora in the forehead. "Don't be so protective, Loser 2."
Sora growled, rubbing the bruise on his head. "-mutter-..."
"What was that?" Gary asked.
"Nothing. Buzz off." Sora said under his breath.
"Yeah, go away!" Ash glared.
Gary smirked. "Smell ya later." He left, leaving the two younger boys to whisper about him.
Centered on Wonnykins
Tail twitching, Mistress Wonnykins typed furiously, entering a site on the internet.
"We need a little spice..." She muttered, typing in 'Pop' in the search bar.
She looked down the results, grinning as she saw 'Dirty Pop' displayed. "Excellent, nya." She clicked the speaker icon.
A mechanical voice sounded throughout the mansion. "Now playing music."
In a moment, Wonnykins was leaning back, listening to the echo of NSYNC play in every room.
"Nothing like a little dance music to lighten the mood, nya!" She jumped up from her chair, bursting through the doors of her computer room and break dancing down the hall. She came to the top of the stairs, seeing a few servants looking around in wonder.
"Newest feature! Surround-House Speakers! Dance!" She did a Broadway down the plush stairs. "Now, where are my guests?"
She made her way past the dancing servants and down the main hall. In her routine of twirl-dancing, she bumped into someone.
"Hey! What do you think, nya?" She asked, pulling Gary to his feet. Wonnykins noticed the distant look on his face.
"It's cool. Great." He stuffed his hands into his pockets and wandered past her. Wonny followed.
"Aw, I really am sorry about the whole 'Sanctuary' incident." She said, ears drooping a little, "Don't be sad! Dance, nya!" She grabbed his hands and pulled him into the main lobby, where the rest of the servants had gathered and were dancing.
Gary took his hands away. "Um, I don't feel like it..."
Wonnykins grabbed them again, spinning around. "Please? If you can't dance, then I'll teach you!"
"No, I can dance, I just don't feel like dancing." He pulled away, heading for the stairs, "I, uh, had a fight with somebody..."
"Really?" Wonnykins stopped trying to grab his hands and sat on the steps, "You wanna talk about it?"
Gary looked down at her. He hesitated, then sighed in defeat and sat next to her. "Fine."
Wonny smiled. "That's always the first thing to do to feel better: tell somebody. So," She flipped onto her back, lying head pointed down stairs, "who'd ya fight with?"
"Just...another one of the guests." Gary replied, not meeting her gaze.
"Ah." She gazed at him coolly, "I see. Let's see, I'm guessing Ash, right?"
Gary glanced at her. "Maybe."
She frowned. "No use lying about it; I kinda knew you two didn't get along." She rolled onto her stomach, "But since that's the case, why are you so depressed?"
"Hm?"
"Why does fighting with him hurt you now?" Wonny restated.
"Oh. Right. Um..." Gary pulled one leg up to his chest, letting the other stretch out in front of him, "...I guess...because I thought he'd be warmer to me after last night."
Wonny frowned. "And he wasn't?"
Gary shrugged. "Well...I tried to get on his good side, earlier, but," He grit his teeth, "Fucking Sora was there and that went to hell because he was being protective." He made a rude gesture. "Stupid little punk..."
Wonnykins shrugged. "Can you blame him, nya? He's in LOVE. With a capital 'L'. Sora just doesn't want Ash to get hurt." She chewed thoughtfully on her nail, "And, let's face it, Sora's first impression of you was that you were a bully who loved to pick on the guy he happened to like."
Gary thought about that. "You think so?"
"I know so." Wonny said, nodding.
"Oh...okay." Gary rested his arm on the drawn-up knee.
"So, so far, you comforted Ash; you buttered him up today; Sora got pissy with you about it. Sound right, nya?"
Gary nodded.
"K. Then, what happened next?" Wonny asked, looking at a spider descending from the high ceiling.
"Well, after Sora distracted Ash, I guess I got mad and decided to go. Ash took that wrong way, and we just...fought."
"Uh-huh. Then what?"
Gary was quiet for a moment.
Wonny eyed him.
"...He...made a comment about my dad leaving me. I sorta, um, snapped, after that." He pulled the other leg to his chest and rested his chin on them both.
Wonny chewed her cheek. "Hmm...not good."
"Yeah, I know." Gary sighed. "I really am a jerk. I said something about his dad not liking him at all and leaving him behind." He shrugged, "And then I hit Sora, but that really felt good."
The cat-girl sighed. "That wasn't good either." She held out her hand, the spider scuttling around her palm, "You know, you remind me of a spider, Gary."
The auburn-haired boy looked at her puzzled-ly. "Why's that?"
Wonny watched the arachnid weave more thread. "You have a natural instinct to weave webs."
Gary blinked. "Huh?"
Wonnykins flicked her blue eyes onto the boy beside her. "Webs of lies. Webs of faith. Webs of egotistic dreams. Like a spider..." She watched a fly get stuck in the thread, "...waiting for prey."
Gary eyed her strangely.
"Don't look at me like that. It's logical. For example: If you are the spider..." She place the spider in his hand, "...then who is the prey?"
"..." Gary frowned. "I don't understand."
"Think. Who have you been attacking all your life? Who have you been trying to snare in your web?" She got really quiet, "...Who is the center of your life?"
"...Wait..." Gary looked back at her, shocked, "Are you saying-?"
"Who do you love, Gary?" Wonny smiled knowingly and got to her feet, "Who do you need to live, like a spider needs a fly?" She walked down the stairs.
Gary looked at the greenish spider on his palm. It gazed back at him. Slowly, the boy set the insect on the floor.
"Maybe you have luck with what you need," He whispered to the quickly disappearing spider, "But mine sucks..."
Won: Oh, yes, some angest on Gary Oak's part. He's going to win his Ashy-boy, oh yes, he will! But that will come a couple chapters later. I know, I know, I'm poopy. Nyah. Bite me.
Riku action next!
