It is time for the next Chapter of Heterochromia. And thanks to WhiteWinterStar for providing the correct spelling of morning as in the time of day. Get ready for a fairly long chapter.

Chapter 6

Concert Revelations

Aaron's POV

The morning of the concert, I awoke to that annoying alarm Sonic provided. I turned off the alarm, got out of bed, slipped on my shades, gloves, and shoes, and walked out into the yard. I practiced the "bind" variation of the Chaos Fantasy (used for immobilizing the enemy by any means whatsoever), but all I succeeded in doing was making the forest dance (literally and figuratively). Why is it that I can't do any of these stupid fantasies down? What am I doing wrong? Tails had come outside by now, and upon seeing the trees doing a kind of still conga, turned to me with an unspoken question on his face.

"What am I doing wrong!" I asked no one in particular. The young kitsune walked over to me and placed his gloved hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure you'll get it eventually, Aaron." he said. I wasn't so sure. I have been trying for a long time, and none of them are working the way they are supposed to. I wondered if I'm the problem, or is it that I'm unworthy of these abilities. I looked at Tails, sorrow written all over what was visible of my face. He sympathized with me, and stood there, allowing me to relax a little. I decided that I would give it a break for today, and just worry about the concert. At around 3:30 PM, I Chaos Controlled over to the Station Square arena, where Amy was already waiting.

Amy's POV

After making all necessary preparations, I headed over to the arena. It was incredibly early, and Aaron and I had agreed on meeting here at 4:00, but I just could not wait for this concert. There was already a small group of guests near the arena. Obviously tourists, judging by how they reacted when they saw me. After the guard explained everything to them, they seemed to calm down a little. The group was of four people, two boys and two girls. Both girls were really beautiful, and the boys just looked concerned. Two of them looked related.

In a little while, Aaron had warped here using Chaos Control, and walked over to me.

"Hey, Amy." he greeted. He then noticed the tourists waiting ahead of us. He seemed to recognize them, as he quickly looked away from them, and I swear I heard him mutter something like "He never listens to me, does he" or something along those lines.

Soon, we were inside the arena, and took seats in the front row. The four tourists were in this row as well, but they sat near the end of the row, two on either end. The concert hall was set up so that there would be unobscured vision from any seat in the house, so I wondered what they were doing. I turned to Aaron, hoping to make conversation while we waited for the concert to start. Sonic had told me ahead of time about his heterochromia, and I could not help but wonder why he was so ashamed of it.

"So, Aaron, why are those shades so necessary?" I asked him. He looked away from me, and hung his head down. "My eyes…" he began. "…their colors are abominable! No one possibly likes them. They are hated."

"Is that a fact?" I asked him skeptically.

"Of course it is! No one can possibly enjoy looking at them!"

"Does everyone really hate them, or is it just you who can't stand looking at them?

He finally turned to look at me, and I saw that he had been silently crying.

"Of course it's not just me! I have had experience with this kind of thing!"

"Such as…"

He looked down at the floor, as if the memory was worse than he would let on.

"When I was five, I saw this farmer brutally beating his sheepdog. I ran over to help the animal, but at the sight he beheld, he just pounded me as well. I tried everything to keep the dog safe, but it just did nothing to help. It had lost more than a gallon of blood, and some cuts that went down to the bone. It was too late to safe her life. The farmer had attacked the dog because he could not stand looking at his heterochromic eyes." He stopped to remember the cruel farmers final words to him; "Nothing good comes out of those mismatched freaks! You're nothing more than some vile freak of nature who gives nothing to the greater good of mankind! You disgust me, you useless freak!"

He muttered those passing words, and could not believe how cruel some people could be. I pitied that poor puppy, and hoped that he would be happier in the next life. I looked at Aaron again, and saw him crying into his hands, his shades digging into his face. I felt pity for him. He must have had such a hard life.

"That farmer was an idiot." I said calmly. "Things like that do not make people useless. It makes you special." He turned his head to look at me, confusion written all over is face.

"What?"

"Mismatched eyes is not a curse. Your eyes are the best thing about you. They give who you are, your life, your hopes and dreams." I stared him straight into his sunshades, and I could tell I had his attention. "Mismatched colors mean nothing in real life. What is important is not what you look like, but what you can do. And you can not spend you're life hiding from the greatest treasure you have to offer. Maybe some people won't appreciate the majesty of it, but it's their loss, not yours." I reached to remove the sunglasses, and he did nothing to stop me. I grabbed the shades, and removed them from his face, revealing his eyes. One colored grey, the other a deep violet.

"They're beautiful." I said aloud, not caring what he thought of them. I liked them, and Sonic and Tails liked them, so why shouldn't he?

Sebastian's POV

Okay, I'll admit it, I was scarred out of my skin by the sight of a giant, anthropomorphic, pink hedgehog wearing a cute dress, gloves, boots, and a nice matching hair band, and sure, I screamed like a little girl when I saw her walk up to the concert site, forcing the security guard to walk over and explain the concept of these anthros. After he was done with that, he walked back to his post, muttering what sounded like "This is why I hate tourists." When that fox suddenly appeared out of nowhere and walked over to that pink hedgehog, I was so scarred that I actually wet my pants.

There, I said it. Happy?

After quickly changing my lower garments (A/N: It feels a lot more mature to put it like this, don't you agree?), I took a seat near the right hand end of the front row, alongside Sam, while the girls positioned themselves at the opposite end, and we started scanning the room for Aaron. The place was filling up fast, and soon the front row was nearly filled. Those animals had taken seats near the center of the row, and I could not help but stare at them as we waited for the concert to begin. We had a hard time finding Aaron, but the anthropomorphic animals somehow had hooked my attention.

They seemed to be talking to each other, but I could not hear what they were saying. The fox boy was crying for some reason, and the pink hedgehog seemed to be comforting him. I watched as she removed the sunglasses he was wearing, revealing his eyes to me. Even from a distance as great as this, I had a good idea of what his eyes looked like. He had heterochromia; one eye was grey, and the other was violet.

Exactly the same colors as…

"…And even if you succeeded, you would not know it's me… you would not know it's me… you would not know it's me… you would not know it's me.. You would not know it's me…"

The line of the letter echoed in my head numerous times as I stared at the heterochromic fox. It was impossible. This could not be… but it was. The fox boy was Aaron!

I wanted to inform Sam of my discovery, but before I could open my mouth, a male voice sounded over the loudspeaker.

"Please put your hands together for this Generation's Maddona; Lady Gaga!"

The pop sensation slowly rose up onto the stage, her back facing the audience. I will never understand her fashion sense.

"It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M,"

She began the song, but my mind was on other things.

"Just throw your paws up, 'cause you were born this way, baby."

She turned to face the audience, preparing to deliver a huge performance for the ages. Though personally, I would have saved the best for last.

"My mama told me when I was young, we were all born superstars,

She rolled my hair up put my lipstick on, in the glass of her boudoir.

'There's nothing' wrong with lovin' who you are',

She said 'cause he made you perfect, babe,

So hold your head up, girl and you'll go far, Listen to me when I say,'

I'm beautiful in my way, 'cause god makes no mistakes,

I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way!

Don't hide yourself in regret, just love your self and your set!

I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way!

Ooo, there ain't no other way, Baby, I was born this way!

Baby, I was born this way!

Ooo, there ain't no other way, baby I was born this way!

Right track, baby I was born this way!"

The song was earning attention from everyone in the audience, save for me. My mind kept wandering to Aaron, and I kept glancing at the fax that just days earlier had been my best friend.

How did this happen?

Why?

Hope you like the song featured. I don't own it, just so you know. Well, Sebastian knows the truth now, so what will happen after the concert? You will have to wait and see. Now, submit your reviews, or my sibling will haunt you. (She is not dead, just annoying)