(This one might be a bit sad. Okay, very sad. But it's Billy/Kitten.)
"Billy, please, come out of your room." Kitten was at Billy's door, knocking and looking frantic. "What's wrong, Kitty? I could hear you from my room." Angel asked. "I don't know... me and Billy were talking in my room, he got a phone call, after it finished he went all pale and ran out of my room." Kitten explained tearfully, too caught up with what was going on to scold her about the nickname.
Angel looked concerned, after all, Billy and her were like siblings. "Billy, what's wrong? Kitten told me what was going on." Angel also knocked on the door. "Please, Billy."
The door slid open, and Billy only said one thing.
"He walked. He walked on a f***ing technicality."
Angel blinked in surprise. "W... who?" She asked nervously. Billy snorted. "Who else? My old man. Apparently, since I never technically testified, and vanished into thin air, my dad gets out of jail." Kitten paled. "Oh my gosh."
Billy just stared at the ceiling from his bed. Kitten was sitting next to him and Angel sat on a chair across from him. "I used to like technicalities. They got us HIVE out of jail more than once. Now, they seem like useless pieces of garbage." Billy said. Angel patted his back. "He'll probably screw up again and get put back."
Billy nodded. "Yeah, I know, but what if he gets to my mom first?" Kitten scowled. "Where is your mom, anyway?" She asked. "Back home. She lived with my grandparents 'till they kicked the bucket and moved back into our old house. Been there ever since." Billy smiled sadly. "As far as she knows, I have an honest job up here. I send her checks every month." Kitten grinned and said, "What you say about me?" "That your a cute northern girl that can be a spoiled brat every now and then." "That sounds pretty accurate." Angel mused.
Kitten glared at Angel, then an idea entered her head. "Hey, Billy... think your mom would appreciate a visit?" Billy thought for a couple seconds, then said, "Uh... if she's the same from a couple years ago, yeah. Why?"
"And... we just didn't have Kyd Wykkyd teleport us here, WHY?" Angel, Kyd Wykkyd, and Kitten agreed to come along, being the few that knew Billy's past.
Where were they? Vine City. Billy's home town. "Simple. My mother might be curious why I don't got a car." "But the air-conditioning is broken!" Kitten whined. Billy patted his girlfriend's head. "Sorry, babe, Johnny was being a bastard and refused to fix it." He said. Kitten glared. "So... where does you mom live?" She asked. "A mile out of the city. Almost there." Billy said, grinning. He was very obviously glad to be home.
When they pulled up to the house, Kyd signed, 'Wow. Looks like something from a sitcom.' Billy raised his eyebrows. "By that, you mean..." 'Really tidy.' Kitten giggled. "Well, I think it looks cute." Kitten said. Billy grinned. "Thanks."
Billy walked up to the door and slowly exhaled. "Haven't been here in a long time. Lots of old memories." He said quietly. He opened the door and said, "Hey, you home?"
A woman with brown hair and very long eyelashes walked out of the kitchen said, "Yes, I am- William?" Billy grinned. "Hey ma. I'm home." The woman, obviously Billy's mother, smiled, and ran over. "William!" She hugged Billy, and it was obvious she wasn't all that tall. "Okay, being parentless seems really sucky all of a sudden." Angel whispered. "Trust me. I wouldn't know." Kitten whispered back.
Billy's mother let go of him and looked at the group behind him. "Well, this must be your friends from up north. I'm Ms. Strayer, call me Anna though." Angel smiled. Her holo-ring hid her wings and made her eyes appear light amber. Kyd Wykkyd was being stubborn and refused to wear it, so his ruby eyes shown as bright as ever. "Hello, Anna. I'm Angela." Angel said, holding out her hand to shake.
What she didn't expect was a bone crushing hug. "I'm a hugger, I guess. Angela, huh?" Anna smiled and looked the girl over. "Dang, You are TALL." She said. Angela grinned. "And you are?" She said, looking at Kyd Wykkyd and not seeming disturbed by his red eyes. "Oh, he's mute. His name is Elliot." Angela said. Anna smiled again. "Ah, I see. My son told me about some of his friends, and he mentioned he learned sign language to communicate with one of them."
Anna's eyes finally landed on Kitten. "Hi, I'm Katherine, most people just call me Kitten though." She said, feeling strangely shy. Anna looked the girl for a couple seconds, then brought the girl into a hug. "So your the girl that got my boy to settle down, hmm? You must be one stubborn person." Angel gave an unladylike snort and said, "Hit the nail on the head there."
Kitten glared at Angel. "Well, I knew you guys were coming, so I made food. Want some?" Kyd's eyes widened and he signed, 'Ma'am, you know how to get on my good side.' Angel translated, and Anna laughed. "Most teenagers seem to be food lovers. Hasn't changed much from my age."
It turned out that Anna had made an entire lunch, and she was gifted in the kitchen. "Well, now I know where Billy gets his cooking skills." Kitten commented, looking at the stew hungrily. Anna laughed and she said, "Help yourself, honey. I live alone, so I always can't cook like this." After eating for a while, Angel made a move for the bathroom, and Anna said, "Sit your butt back down." Angel blinked in surprise. Anna looked up at Angel. "Honey. I was in a therapy group for almost a year. I'm also a trained psychiatrist. You even think of doing what I think your going to do, and I will be forced to duct tape you to a chair."
Angel laughed nervously. Kyd got up and pushed her down on the chair. 'Amazing. That woman immediately diagnosed you. And I thought we discussed that you wouldn't do that anymore!' Angel sighed. "Sorry K- Elliot. Old habits die hard." "Did I miss something?" Kitten said. "Yes. Go back eating, Kitten." Anna said, patting the girl's head.
The cookies were the best part. Anna was very pushy when it came to eating, and she made good food. So it kinda worked.
After lunch, they all went to the living room, Anna keeping a close eye on Angel. When they all sat down, Anna said, "Okay, I'm not an idiot. I may be older, but my brains are still smart. You heard about your father, Billy?" Billy's jaw noticeably tightened, but he nodded. "And you also know that he isn't allowed within a block radius of this place. Honey, I'll be fine."
Anna's eyes narrowed. "Frankly, I pushed for him to be stuffed in jail longer, after what he did to you." Kyd tilted his head to the side and signed, 'But not to you?' Angel hesitantly translated. "Nope. I didn't- and still don't- care. If Billy hadn't gotten the police, I would've gone to them myself." Anna said. Kyd face palmed. "I think what Elliot is trying to say is that, well, you mentioned you were a psychiatrist, and well... yeah." Angel blushed.
Anna smiled. "Yes, it is... irrational, but I guess getting smacked over the head throws the book of sense out the window." The kids noticeably winced at her calmness of the fact that she was abused in the past. "Mom, just saying, dad ain't all that bright. And we both know he blames you for getting tossed in jail. Just... let me stay here for a couple days. The others can go home if they want." Kitten blew raspberries and said, "No way, Billy. We stay here with you."
Anna rolled her eyes. "Fine. You- and your friends- can stay here for three days tops. I promise you, you'll just get fed the whole time and spoiled rotten." Kyd grinned and signed, 'That's a bad thing?' Angel smacked her boyfriend over the head and Anna laughed.
It was the second night. Anna was in the living room, watching T.V. Angel and Kyd Wykkyd had gone to bed, and Kitten was the only one in the room with Anna. "So, Anna, what do you do for a living now?" Kitten asked, in an attempt to make conversation. "I sometimes tutor college students. I also have a part time job at the day care center." Anna said, nodding.
A couple minutes of silence followed. Then Anna looked Kitten right in the eyes and said, "How did you find out about Billy's past?" Kitten gulped. Okay, cover story... think... "Uh... Billy stays at this boarding house with a couple other teens. I was staying the night there... and Billy uh... he had a screaming nightmare. It kinda came crashing through after that." Anna nodded and murmured, "So, even once screwed him up that bad..."
A car screeched and Anna jumped. Kitten was used to the noise, so she just furrowed her brow and said, "Crazy driver... figured you didn't get much of that down here." "We don't..." Anna went up to the window, and Kitten saw her expression.
Pure fear.
"Kitten. Get Billy. Now." She said, attempting to sound calm. Kitten darted down the hall and started pounding on Billy's door. "Billy, wake up. Now!" Billy opened the door, only in his boxers. "Huh?" He said. "I think your dad's here." Kitten said.
Billy woke up at that moment. "Gimme a second. I'll be in clothes." He grabbed a t-shirt and jeans and shoved them on.
They quietly headed down the hall. "So... Marcus, how have you been?" Anna was facing their direction, and they could see a tall back. The man was slightly balding, but still extremely well built. He wore a white slightly grimy wife beater and jeans. "Pretty damn good, even though I've been in jail." The man drawled drunkenly.
Billy's fists tightened. Anna saw Billy and her hand did a 'wait' motion subtly. Kitten squeezed Billy's shoulder. "I'm here, Billy. Don't worry." Kitten whispered.
The drunken man swayed slightly, and said, "How 'bout you?" Anna snorted. "Well, after a year of therapy, dealing with our missing son and refinding him, and losing my reputation as a psychiatrist, I've been pretty swell." You could hear the bitterness in her voice.
Marcus growled and he said, "Don't get smart with me, woman. This is still my house. I built it." "And I paid for it. Get out. I've read the parole. You shouldn't even be on this block, let alone in my house. I have guests here. Get. Out. Of. My. House." Anna's tone was as cold as ice. "Why, you selling ser... services? Coulda guessed, you are a whore." Marcus walked over and uplifted his fist. "You belong to me. Nothing will change that."
Billy snapped. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" He screamed. Billy ran out from his hiding spot and tackled the drunken man. Kitten winced as the man's head cracked against the floor. Billy got away from him. "Sorry, ma, I just ain't gonna let him hit you again." "I understand." Anna had a serene look on her face.
Marcus got up, and clutched his bleeding forehead. "Will... William?" Marcus squinted. "Yup, its me. Get out of here. Now. Before I beat you up like I did before." Billy said, his eyes narrowed and his body trembling with an adrenaline rush. "You didn't beat me before... right?" Marcus shook his head clear. "I'm killing you, boy."
Marcus pulled a gun. Billy smirked. "Then which one you gonna shoot?" Billy duplicated into six more clones. Marcus jumped and Anna smirked. "I knew I wasn't delusional that night." She said confidently. Marcus looked at all of the Billies frantically. They took that moment to move. One grabbed the gun and wrenched it from the drunk man's hand. Another punched his jaw and the man was out before he hit the ground.
Billy regrouped. "My gosh... Billy, that was impressive." Anna said in surprise. "We'd better get going." Billy said. "Kitten, go wake up Elliot and Angela." Billy said, looking the perfect picture of calm. Kitten quickly left.
Anna looked at Billy. "So... Billy Numerous, huh?" She said, a slight smirk. "Yeah... just say to the cops when they get here that he violated his parole and tried to kill you. The gun is enough evidence of that." Billy said. Anna looked at the hall. "The others. They are also a part of the Teenage Syndicate?" "Wow, its gotten this far down south? And yeah."
Anna looked her son in the eyes. "Listen to me. I will never approve of your villainous lifestyle. But you are my son. And you are not hurting anyone- other than yourself in the long run. I love you, your are my son. But... one day, when you are older... give this up?"
Billy shrugged. "I'll consider it. In the mean time, if Elliot is caught here, he might be deported so..." Anna smiled. "Go. I have given my stew recipe to Angela. Call more. And get caught less. Definitely get caught less." Billy hugged his mother. His father groaned, and Billy glared at the unconscious figure. "I would shoot him, but then you'd get in trouble." Billy said.
Kyd Wykkyd walked down the hall, looking grouchy and his black hair was a mess. "Angela, your ring." Billy said. Angel swore quietly and scrambled in her pockets for the object in question. "... you know what? I refuse to ask." Anna said.
Kyd Wykkyd nodded. "Its easier that way." Kitten said.
"So... he's back in jail?" See-More said. "Yup. For a long time. He screwed himself over by bringing the gun into the house." Billy said. "Wow... I'd never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad the bad guy is in jail for once." See-More said.
Kitten smirked. "Hey, Billy, your back!" Shimmer said, walking past with a slightly goofy expression on her face. Kitten raised her eyebrows. "Don't ask. The whole freaking time you guys have been gone, she's been staring at these flowers and giggling." See-More said.
Angel shrugged. "Oh well... she's probably just in love."
Wow... this is five freaking pages of typing. Really long for a one shot then. DANG.
This one was slightly more eeky, but I still like it. And no troll can tell me otherwise. I also listened to a lot of rap while writing the scene with Marcus. Douche bag. And I think you'll agree.
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