Here we go, the next addition of Epic Chaos!

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"Pitch did WHAT?!" Tooth shrieked.

"Easy Toothy," North calmed his blue eyes shooting over to the bunk beds in the RV where they were spending the next few months of their lives during their tour "Jack is sleeping."

"No, I'm not" Called a voice behind the curtain of a top bunk.

"Yes, you are," North retorted with a glare directed at the material shielding his younger brother from view before turning back to Tooth "besides, even though Pitch did something unforgiveable, we cannot allow ourselves to be psyched out so early in our circuit."

"Listen ta the man, Tooth," Aster called as he sat at a table reading glasses on his face and an appointment book lying in front of him alongside his laptop with a budget spreadsheet on the screen "we let ourselves get discombobulated this early in the game, and it's goodbye tour and goodbye record deal."

Tooth sighed "True, but I cannot forgive Pitch for his petulance and immaturity, and I certainly will never forgive that jerk for breaking Sandman's gear. Honestly, that jerk deserves to have a giant super powered magnet rip all his piercings from his body."

"I agree," Jack yelled from his bunk bed.

"GO TO BED!" Aster and North yelled in unison.

"WHY?!" Jack wailed "I'm fine! I drank water, I'm not dizzy, and it only nine stinking o'clock at night!"

"You're grounded," North bellowed across the motor coach "consider it punishment for going onstage dehydrated, and not listening to me when we both know how easily you get overheated."

"You treat me like some kind of fragile doll," Jack yelled his face poking out from behind the curtain "like I can't do anything for myself and I can't take a single step without breaking into a million pieces!"

"Jack," North rubbed his temples with his fingertips as he struggled to maintain his patience "you have a very real medical condition, where if you get stressed or overheated, you'll end up having a seizure or fainting. It would not be wise to play it off as nothing."

"Yeah mate," Aster cut in as he looked up from where he was managing their latest paycheck and inputting it into their budget "ya don't want ta have a seizure onstage and end up fallin' on top of one o' yer fan girls, do ya?"

"Well, that depends," Jack's face suddenly turned pensive "is she pretty?"

"Go ta bed ya wanker!" Aster guffawed, throwing a pillow and hitting the pale boy in the face, before jumping at the sound of his cell phone ringing "Epic Chaos music group," he said in a completely serious tone that gave no clue to the earlier laughter "how can I help you?"

North sighed in relief as Jack gave a snarky grin to the older boy then ducked back into his bunk "Back to business," the large Russian said as he half listened to Aster's phone conversation "what are we going to do about Pitch?"

Sandy shrugged and signed "Nothing we can do, if we report it, the agency will think we're whiny and the chances of signing on for another tour would be cut down considerably."

"Sandy's right," Tooth nodded halfheartedly "but at the same time, we can't just ignore it."

"Yeah…yeah…of course…" Aster spoke into his cell phone, throwing his family an 'ick' face at the way the conversation was going "No, of course we don't mind…yes…Yeah, we know 'im."

North raised an eyebrow at Aster, who signed to him "It's the agency they're telling me that Pitch's group are the new guys on the circuit and will be accompanying us on the tour instead of the other group."

"Man," Tooth moaned dropping her head to bang it on the table "I liked the other guys…there is just something nice about having the second group be a band called 'Cannibalistic Monkeys'."

"Yeah," Jack yelled "people will be more likely to remember us because their name stinks."

"Go to bed, ya bloody drongo!" Aster bellowed reaching up behind him to smack Jack's face from where it was peeking out before wincing and face palming "No sir, I didn't mean you! …Who did I mean? … Our drummer…yeah, kids these days … He needs a proper bedtime if he expects ta stay a part of the band."

Jack opened his mouth to shoot back a retort in defense of his dignity, but it died in his throat when Aster turned around with a smoldering green glare signing "I'm going to kill you if you say one. More. Word!"

The boy stuck his bottom lip out in a pout before disappearing again back behind the curtain and flopping onto his bed with a huff. Tooth smiled, and shrugged, making North cover his mouth in a vain attempt to hide his laughter. Sandy just gave a broad grin, and laughed silently at Jack's obvious dislike at his current status of 'grounded'. Aster however was pacing the small sitting area of their motor coach, his face serious as he continued listening to their agent.

"So where are we heading next sir?"

The Aussie dove forward, shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose before grabbing a pen and furiously scribbling down the names of the places they were heading. "Sounds awesome sir!... Uh, no sir, we don't say 'rad' anymore…or shway…how about we just stick with cool?...A'right, thank you sir…Good night."

Hanging up, the dark haired twenty three year old paused before jumping up in the air with a whoop "We got San Francisco!"

"Seriously!" Tooth shrieked.

"Yep!" Aster said as he grabbed her and started to whirl her around in a celebratory dance "We are doing Pier thirty-nine, right on the edge where ya can see Alcatraz!"

"Stylin'!" Tooth giggled as she spun in his arms and was pulled in for a dip "When?!"

Aster let her go, his face bright with a large grin "Right after we do Santa Maria, we'll be heading ta San Francisco…AND…if they like us…we will get invited to go do a show in LA!"

North, Tooth, and Aster burst out in exuberant shrieks and screams, while Sandy stood up and started dancing. Jack pounded on the wall of his bunk "Hey," he yelled over the cacophony "grounded kid, trying to sleep here!"

Tooth bit her bottom lip, her lavender eyes lighting up as she wiggled her hips and started a mantra "We got San Fran-cis-co! We got San Fran-cis-co!"

Aster threw back his head and let out a long laugh before he and North joined in "We got San Fran-cis-co! We got San Fran-cis-co!"

Soon the four adults were chanting the mantra and doing a conga line down the center of the live-in bus going down the kitchen and living area, between the two sets of bunk beds and down the hall, before turning around and going back down to the front of the motor coach. Jack sighed, and poked a pouting face from between the curtains.

"Seriously?!" he asked in indignant shock "The night I'M grounded and sent to bed early is the night you guys decide to do a conga line? How rude."

North laughed, ruffling Jack's head "Do not worry Jack, I promise that I will make it up to you and we will do sightseeing when we get there."

"Really!" Jack's face brightened "You promise?"

"Yeah ankle biter," Aster panted as he plunked himself down at the table his wreathed with a happy grin "where do ya wanna go?"

"Alcatraz!" Jack said his eyes alight with plans for adventures "No wait… how about the fisherman's warf?! Or the Golden Gate Bridge! Oooh oooh, we should go to…CHINA TOWN!"

Tooth laughed gaily at Jack's excitement "I agree, to all of that!"

"Sounds good ta me!" Aster smiled.

"Indeed!" North nodded "We should definitely have fun while we're there!"

"Then we've got ourselves a plan!" Jack cackled maniacally "And if any of you think I'm going to sleep now, yer all crazy!"

The adults groaned as one, all picturing the terrors that awaited them in the form of a hyperactive Jack. Aster turned to their DJ, his eyes full of pleading "Think ya could knock him out?"

"I heard that!" Jack yelled.

"Bunny!" North yelled using Aster's nickname "You are not going to hit my baby brother, not physically, or indirectly."

"Thanks for sticking up, North."

"Fine," the Aussie shrugged "YOU stay up all night with him."

North wilted "On second thought," he said softly "who has a tranquilizer dart?"

"HEY!"

…..

Across the lawn on the other side of the convention center was another RV motor coach, pure black with dark purple lettering. Inside, Pitch sat at the table, gently tuning his guitar and giving it a strum every now and then. His topaz eyes, the only thing that connected him to his twin, almost seemed to glow in the light of the nearby lamp as he focused on his instrument. Nearby, one of his band members walked over and sat across from him, his face wearing a big smile practically dripping with blissful unawareness.

"So, your baby bro is here," he said casually "sounds like fun times."

"JJ," Pitch drawled "you're new, so I won't hold your ignorance against you this time, but please remember that in this band we prize using our heads before opening our mouths."

JJ felt his jaw drop in shock as he backpedaled away from the intimidating figure sitting on the bench across from him "Oh," he stammered "sorry man, I didn't know that there was stuff going on between you and your brother."

"It's more than just 'stuff'," Pitch spat his eyes boring holes into his band member "and if you want to stay in our group then I suggest you shut up now and toddle off to bed."

JJ bit his lip, feeling his temper rising, but decided against going into a verbal battle against the leader of the band. With a huff he stood up and strode off to his bunk, softly muttering under his breath about over dramatic people who can't or won't learn how to properly handle social situations. Pitch rolled his eyes as he sneered at the ignorance of the new guy before turning back to his instrument.

"Just you wait Sandy," Pitch murmured with malice "these next three months aren't going to just be fun, they're going to be the best…for me at least."

Standing up, he walked to the window of the motor coach, and stared across the lawn to the RV belonging to his twin's band, and judging by the shadows, they were celebrating something. Oh well, wherever they were heading, Pitch was determined to do everything in his power to destroy Epikaos. He already had a plan in motion, and should all go well, not even one of them will ever be able to pursue careers in the music business ever again. Bracing a fist against the glass, Pitch leered at the brightly colored RV, his eyes swimming with hate and evil intent.

"I hope you're ready little brother," Pitch practically purred "because this is going to be the summer that your entire life changes…for the worst!"

This is just a little something to tide you guys over until I get to the one shot request from TimeTrixter22. I am working on it now, and so it will be the next chapter.

Hope you enjoyed the latest edition of my Humans AU with the Guardians. Hang tight!

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