Hey everyone! I just want to thank everyone for the reviews! I know this is a much different story than anyone is used to, but continue to bare with me. I am just getting started.

This is a Huey centered chapter, but don't worry there's a twist at the end.

PS. It gets a little... tart at the end.

Love, IX

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Boondocks. Shoot, I wish I did. It'd be funnier.

It felt like I hadn't slept in years, even though it had been only 3 weeks. My apartment felt eerily quiet and nothing but the thought of the shit that had occurred weeks ago crossed my mind. I felt sick to my stomach, I know I hadn't eaten properly in weeks. Hadn't left the house much either. Two of my professors had called to check in on me but I wasn't in much of a mood to entertain them with, "I'll be fine."

My fucking brother got arrested over some dumb shit. And you want to know the worst part? It wasn't because that girl died, or the fact that there were drugs found. NO. It was because he was African American and he hit a white bitch! There was no prominent evidence suggesting my brother had anything to do with that girl's actual death. But here he was, in fucking jail. All because of the system we lived in.

I jumped out of my bed. It was 1:40 in the morning. A Tuesday to be exact. But the time nor day didn't matter. I had been skimming every fucking law book and informative bits of information I could get my hands on to help Riley out and the fact was… I couldn't. Not on my own anyways. But what help did I have right now? There wasn't a lawyer in town that would help that couldn't be corrupted to keep another black kid in jail. And I didn't want to dance through fucking hoops.

I grabbed my afro, my hair hadn't been combed since Riley was taken away. I hadn't shaved either. The thick stubble on my chin showed it. I managed to shower yesterday, just because I couldn't stand the smell of my stench anymore.

I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet, figuring a quick workout would tire me out. To be honest in the past 3 weeks I had slept a collective of 4 ½ hours. I went into my usual workout warm-up that lasted all of 20 minutes. Once I was done, I was sweaty but not tired. I heard the chime of my phone go off as I stood there catching my breath. For the past couple of days, I had done my best to ignore everyone. Especially Caesar. He had swung by a couple of times, but I hadn't mustered enough energy to let him in. I didn't want anyone tossing fake sympathy on me. That shit wasn't a good look.

Deciding that maybe I had punished my long term friend enough, I headed towards it checking it. There were 5 missed calls from Caesar. A missed call from the Detective's office and 3 text messages from… Frenchie. The last one shocked me. I really hadn't expected that girl to contact me again. Then again, my mind was not on women at all.

I unlocked my phone to see she had texted the night we exchanged numbers, and a few days after that:

"hi handsum. Nice see'n u again. Hope 2 see real soon! xo" Typical.

"guess ur busy.. wud b nice 2 hear from u." You could call it that.

"free 2nite? wud like to talk to u. had rough week." The last message was sent an hour ago.

That message completely threw me off. Especially given the formality of the first two. I had blown her off since giving her my number and here she was, just, talking to me as if we had been talking for months. This could be a sign… I shook my head. I had been ignoring humanity. Acting as though this world and everything in it had something against me. Possibly it did. But some human interaction wouldn't kill me.

I dialed her number, crossing my fingers that she was still up. It rang, and then rang some more before a slightly groggy but feminine voice rung in my ears, "Hello?"

"Frenchie. Hey. It's Huey." Smooth.

"I…uh, know it's you." I heard some shuffling before she spoke again, "Where on earth have you been? Under a rock or sumthin'?"

I shrugged in the dark, sheepishly running my free hand against the back of my neck. "A lot has just… come up. Were you sleep?"

She yawned in the phone loudly, as if to answer my question. "No, I was wide awake counting stars. What's up Huey?" I swallowed lightly, and the pure silence in the house pained me.

"I'm coming over."

"Huh? Uh, sure." She said, ultimately surprised I'm sure. "Let me just text you my address. See you in a few?" I hung up the phone shortly after an explanation of how to get into her building. Dropping my phone onto my bed, I stared at it as if I were staring at the devil himself. I pushed out any rational thoughts in my head, as I showered really fast, dressing myself in black sweats. Quickly grabbing my keys, I headed out my door leaving for the first time in weeks.

It took approximately thirty minutes to get to Frenchie's apartment, seeing as how she lived in DC. It would've took longer but given the way I'm sure I sped down 95, at about 80 mph, it took less. She lived in a gated apartment complex just on the outskirts of downtown DC. She told me to buzz 7 twice then hold the star and the gate would automatically open. Something they should eventually get fixed, but I shrugged. I didn't live here. I jogged my way up the steps to the fourth floor to her apartment. And for some reason, I was nervous as hell. I didn't expect much of anything to happen but… I was coming over a fairly attractive woman's house at almost 3 in the morning. I didn't expect anything to NOT happen. It was common laws of attraction after all.

I knocked lightly on door 404, just like Frenchie said. A few moments later I heard the chain on the door being unhooked and the deadbolt being twisted as I was met face to face with a sleepy half-dressed Frenchie. Her long hair that I remembered being tamed by a high ponytail was let free and wildly trailing down to her butt. She wore an over-sized shirt with what I was positive nothing else on underneath. I was proven right when she stretched and I was greeted by a peek at the other pair of lips.

My throat suddenly went dry as I adverted my eyes before she let me. Her apartment was pitch dark except for the faint flicker of the 30inch flat screen in her living room. She yawned loudly and stretched and I almost dropped to my knees at the sight of her toned ass.

I cleared my throat audibly which earned an eyebrow raise from Frenchie as she eyed me curiously. "So what's up Huey? I just got in like a hour ago and was just fallin' asleep when ya called.." She yawned lightly.

"I…uh…" What was my reason for coming over here? There wasn't exactly one. This was the first time I had left the house since Riley had been incarcerated and frankly I still don't know why I even bothered. "…wanted to talk a bit I guess." Yeah, sure. That was it.

She faced me completely crossing her arms under breast. I inwardly shuddered and felt a veil overcome my entire body. I swear all of the next actions were not of my own..

I closed the space between Frenchie and me, roughly pressing my lips against hers as I roughly grabbed a handful of her ass. She moaned against my lips in protest as my other hand roughly grabbed a handful of her hair. I moved my mouth away from hers as I forced her neck to the right with my fist full of hair, attacking her neck with my tongue, lips and teeth.

"Uuuuh, Huey..." She managed to huff. My hand moved from off of her ass and slipped in-between her legs for a brief feel. I smirked to myself once I felt the dampness of her womanhood. My hand moved from down there upwards, rubbing her stomach before traveling further up her shirt. I rubbed underneath of the skin of her full breasts before my hand moved up and gripped the silky mound of flesh. Her breathing hitched in my ear as I continued to suck her neck. She was completely helpless to my assault. I moved away briefly to completely rip the shirt off of her as she stood before completely naked and vulnerable.

I forced her up against the wall nearest to us, not that far from the kitchen, as I shoved her hands above her head. My lips clashed with hers once again, as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues danced and wrestled and I had to admit, it was a sweet taste. I pulled away from her mouth once more as my tongue traced down her body licking in-between her breasts. Her skin was soft, smooth and had a faint taste of mangos. She moaned loudly as I sucked roughly on one of her pert nipples. I moved over to the other one doing the same thing before I flicked my tongue down to her belly-button. I released her arms from over her head as both of my hands gripped her thighs throwing her knees over my shoulder as I was face to face with her rose. The aroma was intoxicating, the smell of her arousal, and as I drove my tongue in-between the wanting and waiting lips the taste was just as amazing.

My tongue lapped, twisted and flickered as which each stroke of my wet appendage she would release a sexy moan and her hips would buck. Her hands gripped at my shoulders, shirt, and hair… anything she could grip onto as I sent her crashing into wave after wave. And suddenly, my pants had become too tight for comfort. I let her down off of my shoulders as she stood leaned up against the wall a little dazed, before I hurriedly undid my pants and slipped them down to my ankles. My erection was already sprung through my boxers, as I tried to slip them off too. However, I was abruptly stopped by Frenchie as she slid to her knees, completely taking me in her mouth. My eyes closed in pure pleasure as I felt her suck and lick at my manhood. The feeling was indescribable. I don't know if it was because I hadn't had sex in years, or if it was because I've wanted to have sex with this girl since I met her but right now I was in pure nirvana.

I felt myself on the verge of my own climax, and with fear of that being the end of it all, I pulled away from her, grabbing her and dragging her into the kitchen. In a much needed haste, I knocked things off of the kitchen counter as they all clattered to the floor with a loud clang. Bending her over quickly, I slipped into her womanhood and nearly died. I had never felt this way since I had been with Jazmine. I pumped in and out of her like a wild man as I covered her mouth, shielding her screams and moans. I didn't want to hear them, I didn't want to hear the reality of this moment, that I was actually having violent needy sexy. I just wanted to enjoy it.

It was the heat of the moment, I was sure but as I reached to grab Frenchie hair as I wildly slapped up against her backside all the while thrusting in her, I swear I growled out 'Jazmine'. I wasn't sure if she caught on to it or not, but if she was faking right now her climax, she was doing a hell of a good job. I soon followed after her, careful enough this time to pull out as I spilled my seed on her back. We both remained as we were for a moment, panting hard and trying to regain our composure. It took Frenchie a second, as she disappeared from the kitchen to where I assumed the bathroom was. I stood there still, sweaty, my pants still around my ankles as she returned back with a towel.

I mumbled out a half-thanks and realized how spent I really was. I've barely gotten in sleep in the weeks that Riley has been gone, and all I've been doing is working out or reading up on shit on the internet trying to fix this situation. My face twisted up in a cold scowl, one that Frenchie must've read as she hesitantly came over to me and rubbed my back.

Somehow or another we had wound up in her bed for the night where round two of forget everything sex took place, and eventually we both blacked out for the night.

...

It was like the birds chirped louder than normal or something. The sun shone directly in my eyes as I squinted hard from trying to open them directly. The blinds in my room weren't like this… Did I collapse in the living room? My head was throbbing, really hard. Riley… was he playing music somewhere? I couldn't see, still blinded by the obnoxious sunlight. I laid there with my eyes closed like Stevie Wonder as I felt around. A bed, okay. So maybe I was in my room and I left the blinds open. I felt around a little bit more and the material spoke otherwise. I… wasn't home? I rolled over only to be met with a sleeping body, covered in sheets. All I could see were bits and pieces of blonde hair poking up from their cocoon of sheets. I grimaced as I reached out and prodded the body as a feminine groan sounded and they rolled over flat on their back. I was met with a view of full bare breast and I could've shot myself in the neck.

'Really Huey? Fucking really?' I cursed myself once the initial shock came down. I peeked under the covers. Somehow last night I had gotten fully undress. And somewhere else along the lines, we ended up here in her bed. I sat up for a moment, careful as to not to disturb her, as I covered my face in my hand.

Was it really possible for me to fuck up twice in life like this? I blamed my mother, my father… The abandonment. But I really didn't have time to sit down and go through the list of why I was fucking up, why anything was messed up. I had to get out of here.

I slowly pulled the covers off of me as I swung my legs off of the bed and stood up. Frenchie rolled over and sleepily reached out to me but never woke up. I stared at her sadly. I didn't mean to drag her under my bullshit. I searched around the room for my clothes. No sign of them, which meant I left them in the kitchen.

"Shit…" I cursed quietly as I grabbed an extra throw blanket that wound up on the floor and wrapped it around my midsection. I carefully crept into the hallway and tipped toed down the hall towards the kitchen like a ninja but froze once I heard light humming, and the smell of…. Bacon?

I could hear The Fugees playing in the background as the sound of a skillet lightly drowned in my ears. She had a roommate? That was just my luck. I hoped it wasn't who I thought it was. I gripped onto the blanket tighter as I strolled closer into kitchen.

She had her back to me, her roommate, as she was dancing and loudly singing along with Lauryn Hill as she sang along to 'Ready or Not'. She was currently stirring and flipping bacon and eggs. I peeped a bit more into the kitchen and noticed a pile of clothes pushed neatly into the far left corner. I slipped my way in there and past her, all it would take was for me to scoop up my clothes rush back to the bathroom get dressed and run out of here. That was all.

But just as I reached the clothes…

"Um, well, good morning." The music was paused and I was caught. Great. Black Jesus… what have I done exactly to forsaken you?

I turned around only to be met with the brunette beauty from before. Fuck me.

"A-heh, yeah." I cleared my throat. Here I stood nearly naked in-front of her, after having fucked her friend all night and especially where she stood. And I'm sure she knew it.

"I take it those belong to you..?" She pointed with her spatula at the pile of clothes I was trying to hide behind me and I couldn't help but nod. She smirked with amusement. "Next time… take them with you. Drawers don't belong in the kitchen.." Her eyebrow raised as she went back to her food, as she placed it on a plate. I quickly grabbed my clothes getting ready to make a dash for the bathroom, before she spoke again.

"Next time you guys want to have spontaneous 3AM kitchen sex… Don't make a mess." She chuckled after that and I inwardly groaned as I headed towards the bathroom. I sloppily got dressed in a rush. Why had I done that? Why did I have sex with that girl? I stared at myself in the mirror, before turning on the sink and splashing cold water into my face. I wiped the excess off with the shirt I had on before leaving out the bathroom. Music was playing again as I noticed the brunette buzzing around the living room. She sure ate fast. I wanted to talk to her some more, get to know her. But given the current situation, I don't think that I could. What could I say, 'Oh hey. I know I just banged your friend but… how you doin'?' I snorted. Yeah, if only.

I walked down the hallway, and past the living room and headed to the door. Just as I touched the knob, her voice broke through the music.

"Oh? Leaving so soon? I made you breakfast." I turned to stare at her. Confused, for one. That wasn't normal. Wouldn't she be happy to have me leave? I sure as hell was ready to get out of there. Especially before Miss Southern Bell awoke.

"Yeah, see… let me tell you where that's a bad idea." I said turning to face her, which I shouldn't have. Her toned legs were exposed through a pair of yoga shorts and she had on a sports bra. Her mocha skin was so smooth I could almost drink her up. My eyes roamed upwards and fell on her full pouty lips and almond shaped hazel eyes. I felt weak in the knees. I had to leave. "… I, uh… got to go."

I jetted out of the door and headed to my car as I sped out of DC and back towards my apartment. My mind was all over the place as I raced to my destination. I was pretty sure I ran at least 4 red lights. Whatever. It was vital that I got home.

A good 45 minutes later, thanks to DC traffic I pulled up to my apartment building as I parked and literally ran up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I figured the cardio would clear my head a little. As I reached my floor and close to my door, I was met with the last person I wanted to see right now.

"MY NIGGA, WASSUP." The anger in his was voice imminent. He spun around to strike me, hard I might add, but I blocked easily.

"I'm not in the mood… Caesar, really." I said as I pushed him away and went to unlock my door, once I entered he followed behind me. His fury obviously not over.

"I have been calling you for the past 3 WEEKS. Where the fuck have you been?!" It was almost hilarious to hear him talk like this. But nothing about anything right now was funny. I went into my kitchen and opened my cabinet, grabbing a bottle of unopened sake given to me by my sensei, Master Inoue gave to me after a tournament once. It had been aged 40 years, he told me, and aged to perfection and he was saving it for one of his favorite and most determined students. I just so happened to be that. I grabbed a wine glassed and popped the wax seal on the black bottle as I filled the glass to the brim. The aroma of the strong wine hit my nostrils, as Caesar continued to rant in the background. I took a large gulp of the wine and leaned against my countertop as I closed my eyes. Caesar just continued to rant on, and on, and on…

"You not even listening! Shit Huey. Somebody was fucking concerned about you, and god forbid some-fucking-body is and-"

"Caese… I'm sorry." He shut up and stared at me. I opened my eyes and stared back at him and suddenly we burst into laughter. A sudden relief washed over me. Almost as if I had been holding in a big breathe of air.

"This has been hell…" I said once our laughing ceased. Caesar came over and patted me on the back.

"I've noticed. You look like hell. When's the last time you shaved?" He inhaled as well and covered his nose for emphasis. "OR even showered. Nigga you smell like whooty!"

I shot him a death glare. Whooty was a term invented simply by niggas, basically the meaning was a white phat ass. Oh, the irony.

"I mean… if I smell like that, it was because I did..." I stopped and drank the rest of the sake, the rice wine burning my chest as it went down.

"WHAT? NIGGA GOT SOME WHITE CHEEKS." Caesar burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and I almost wanted to kick him in the throat.

"Mr. Malcom X himself stepped over the line into white oppressive territory. Bahahahaha! Nigga, I can't believe this. I can't. Nah, b. Nah."

I took my phone out of my pocket and slid it across the counter in his direction. He grabbed it and looked in my text messages and instantly his face lit.

"My boooooyyy. Yeeeeeah son!" He put his hand out for me to dap him up but I rolled my eyes as I poured myself another glass. "You finally got you some nigga! And you over here moping and shit.. If Riley was here…"

And shit hits the fan. Silence fell upon both of us. And suddenly an uncontrollable anger fell over me. I smashed the bottle of sake up against the cabinet door closest to me as I angrily threw a hand over my eyes. My brother, my blood, was rotting in some fucking terrible institution meant for criminals. And he wasn't one. Not by a long shot.

"Look man… I know you've been doing everything possible to try and get Riley out but I think we need to take the lawyer route." Caesar finally spoke. I heard him rustle around in his forever loose pants as he pulled something out. "This is the card of the best lawyer in Maryland. Of the East Coast exactly. And he's black."

I moved the hand from my face as I stared at the card that was placed on my kitchen counter. I plucked it up and read the name.

'Thomas DuBois'

And the color completely drained from my face.

...

"Riley Freeman!"

I walked my shackled feet the best way I could to the common area, as I sat down in the seat assigned to me. Visitor hours. Caesar usually came by a lot, my old art teacher too but only because a nigga kept in touch. But Huey… his ass had yet to show up. And I had been in here nearly a month. Or I don't even know how long! A nigga can easily lose count here.

I sat there in the small ass stool they gave us to sit in, staring over through the plexi-glass that separated me from whom ever decided to visit. On my left was some nigga that got time in jail for sticking up an old lady in a convenient store and accidentally shooting her and his ghetto ass girlfriend. They were speaking loudly in Spanish and I almost wanted to start a fight with him just so I didn't have to hear it no more but then, in walked my visitor. And what a visitor it was.

"Man… what the fuck are you doin' here?" I cursed once I picked up the phone and they had too.

"Riley, please, I love you. I've been doing everything I can to get you out!" This bitch. She had been here time and time again after I had gotten arrested and put here. And her pleading was always the same. She loved me. I didn't even know this bitch! Didn't even fuck her, and here she loves me.

I sucked my teeth loudly and rolled my eyes. What could she possibly know about love? In-fact, if she loved me so much like she claimed, I would be out of here by now. She looks like she has some money.

"Cindy, I told your ass to stop fucking showing up here..." I hissed through the phone so the guard wouldn't hear me getting rowdy.

She bit her lip, hard as she spoke into the phone again, "Riley… I won't leave your side. Damn can't you appreciate a ride or die bitch!" Eyes averted in our direction and I sighed.

"Fine…whatever." Her eyes lit up as she blew a kiss at me through the glass. I didn't stir. We talked, even though I mainly let her do the talking as she told me about some chick she had to put her hands on the other day, before visiting hours were up. She sadly told me she'd come see me again tomorrow and I almost wanted to tell her to save herself the hassle but I thought better of it. She might prove useful.

"Come on, Freeman." The guard spoke as he grabbed me off the stool and led me through the double locking doors back towards the cells. We met up with another guard and they unshackled my feet as they both led me towards my own cell. Tossing me inside, they locked it shut.

"Lockdown's gonna last for another 45 minutes and then its dinner time."

I sighed. This shit was getting tiresome. I hadn't even seen much of the outside since I got here, except for a few glimpses of the sun here and there whenever we walked through a certain hallway and passed a window. It was starting to drive me mad.

My cornrolls had gotten fuzzy a week after I got here, so I took them out, as I walked around looking like a convicted Huey. The thought made me chuckle, but I was still angry at him for not even bothering to check to see if his own blood was still surviving in this shitty ass place.

I laid on my bunk as I looked up at the bunk above me. I had a roommate when I first got here, but he was serving a death sentence from over 45 years ago and they just put him to death a few days ago. The thought still haunted me as I remembered his exact words to me.

"You either shine in this life or you don't. Either way you die."

Here I was, probably going to die in this place and I hadn't even done much of anything for myself lately. I just turned 20 and what was I doing prior to that? Shit. Even Huey was making progress for himself. Always with his African revolutionized ideas and shit.

I punched the wall next to me, as I felt tears weld up in my eyes. He was probably going to let me sit here and serve my time as some form of punishment. It seemed like something he would do. Something he felt was justified.

I rolled over and stared at the wall opposite the small cell. There was a plastic mirror, a toilet, a sink and a welded to the floor desk and chair. No window, no TV, no nothing. This was hell, literally.

"Looks like you're in luck, Freeman… You got a new buddy." Mocked the guard as they flung open the cell door and threw in another inmate.

He was Chinese, looked like he had gotten his ass beat a couple of times, but was still a fighter. He eyed me angrily as he rushed over to me.

"Ay man! I ain't into no gay shit!"

"I don't want to fuck you. I need your help. I gotta move some shit around here, and you look trustworthy enough to do it."

Man, what the fuck else could go wrong?

Dun.. dun...duuuuun.

Well, what's in store for Huey? And why yes, he does have a vagina problem?
And Riley? What in the world is he in for.

Will Piccolo be able to train Gohan in time?

FIND OUT ON THE NEXT DRAGON BALL Z.

- IX