Gomen for all the crossposting. Dena posted more of her wonderful fic, but I have been abandoned by my Muses. (I think it may have something to do with my trying to blow up the EVIL one. Oh well.) So here is a teaser for Small Town Shake Up. The leather-clad bishounen fic. This is a very rough draft. Let me know what you think. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, FF7 or 8, or any of the other series in this fic. I am poor. Depressing but true. This story is for entertainment only. It has yaoi. If you can't deal, don't read.
The town was a very quiet place. The greatest excitement the town ever had was the yearly high school prom and graduation. Their population was made up of simple people who never stepped out of the mainstream or made waves. Given these things, it was no surprise that Heero Yuy and his friends were getting hostile, shocked stares. Not that they minded. Heero and his people reveled in it.
Heero knew what his people looked like. Riding Harleys, clad in a combination of tight clothes, leather, and making huge amounts of noise despite the early hour. Yes, this was what they lived for. Still, Heero would have preferred to enter the town a little less obviously. It wasn't that he minded the treatment, but he was concerned for the men who summoned him. They would suffer the most for whatever his group did. These same men, however, were the ones who wanted him to arrive at this time and take a specific route through town. They wanted all of them to take this street. Paused at a stoplight, Heero and the others found out why.
A sudden burst of noise drew their attention to the right side of the street as a group of students rushed for the crosswalk. A young man with a very long braid was dragging a golden haired youth and they were followed by a collection of the most beautiful young men any of the group had ever seen.
"Hurry up, guys," the braided student yelled. "They're going to catch us at this rate."
Time seemed to slow as the parade of attractive bodies passed by the bikers. Heero noticed the one with the braid also had the most incredible eyes he had ever seen, violet like amethysts, and a smile split his heart-shaped face even as happy laughter echoed through the otherwise still street. The normally solemn and stoic man felt his blood stir for the first time in over a year. Heero was not the only one affected.
Wufei and his partner Trowa could not take their eyes off the golden blond being pulled along. He was smaller than his friend and the embarrassment on his face spoke readily of his shy and gentle nature. Sapphire eyes glowed with innocence and good nature. Neither man could take their eyes off him. Trowa ground his hips into Wufei's back, nuzzling his ear and whispered,
"I have a sudden craving. What about you?"
The Asian laughed softly. "Yes."
Two other men who couldn't take their eyes off the sight before them were Hiei and Kurama. Hiei was a small dark haired man. He had a single streak of white that ran right through the middle of his hair and smart people never asked him about it. Kurama was taller, with red hair; there were times he was mistaken for a girl.
Both could not take their eyes off the last two young men to race across the street. One had short, black hair and a carefree smirk; the other's hair was longer and worn in a shoulder length pigtail. The pair moved like fighters, with animal grace. Beside them, a low growl rose into the air. Turning, they found Ryoga also eyeing the running students.
"Yusuke! Ranma! Haul rear!" The braided leader was yelling. "They're closing in." The youths looked up at their names and increased their pace.
"Yusuke." Hiei purred.
"Ranma." Ryoga grumbled.
"Thank God," Kurama sighed. The last thing anyone needed was those two fighting.
Looking around, the redhead noted the interested gazes of more than a few of his comrades. Male and female. Their stay in this town wasn't going to be as boring as he'd first thought. Smiling, he scanned the rest of the street. A group of three adults caught his eye.
Two were men. The tallest seemed to have split eyebrows. The shorter, and younger looking one, had blond hair and both had blue eyes. The older, cornflower; the younger, ice blue. A woman walked with the men, her hair making a strange Trowa-like bang over her face. Some of the older members of the group were giving the trio interested looks. Definitely not boring.
A sudden banshee's wail filled the air and a group of girls came into view. From the paling of the young men's faces, these were what the need for speed was about. Each female's eyes glowed with frustration, joy at finally catching up to their prey, and hunger for the young men.
Turning as one, the group of male students started to bolt for freedom when the small blond tripped and fell in a tangle of limbs. The longhaired beauty immediately stopped and turned back for his fallen friend.
"I've got you now, Duo Maxwell," A girl with wheat colored hair yelled.
"You will be going to the Prom with me, my Darling Quatre," a girl with forked eyebrows crowed.
A look of resigned dread stole over the boys' faces.
"Damn it!' Yusuke and Ranma cursed together and turned around. No way they were going to leave their friends behind.
The bikers took everything in and looked to Heero; the Japanese man was their leader and none would take action unless he approved. Smiling devilishly, the cobalt eyed man waited until the girls were almost halfway across, and right in front of the bikers, and then pulled in front of them. The others smiled as well and soon the female students found themselves surrounded by leather-clad men and women.
The girls squealed and glared at the rude, and badly dressed, people preventing them from achieving their destiny. Unwilling to get dirty, none of the girls tried to push past the bikers and so were forced to watch helplessly as Yusuke and Ranma got Duo and Quatre on their feet and fled. Not a single one of the keening crowd noticed the speculative looks all four of the young students sent their unexpected rescuers.
By the time the young men were out of sight, the light changed and the bikers roared off, the girls still in their midst. All of them would smell like exhaust for the rest of the day. From the intersection, it only took fifteen minutes to be out of town and at Professor J's house.
Having reached their final destination, everyone parked and waited for Heero to go speak with the Prof. It was possible he would let them stay, but no one wanted to make it look like they needed at place to crash. More than one conversation started centering around the beauties they had seen on the street. The knowledge of an up coming Prom also captured their attention. If they did stay, someone would have to find out everything about the dance.
So as Heero went to find out why his mentor and former leader had sent for him, the other members of his group began plotting how they would gain the affections of the soon-to-be-former students without scaring them away. A few were more focused on the adults in the town. Even as Heero reached the front door and knocked, plans were made. If everything went as planned, the number of their group would swell and the town would be missing its best looking citizens.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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