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Okay. This fic is being brought into the world because we, SorasAngel1292, Kaze_Krazy, and myself, are really board. .-. So, yeah.
Readers, or people that are going to look-and-leave (also called: Look-and-leaves), so that we end up with 58,239 views and three posts (made by ourselves), we hope you enjoy this KH-vaguely-related-AU-Jurassic-Park-Fic-That-Goes-By-The-Books-So-Hammond-Is-Dead fic. <.<; >.>;
Anyway. Heres we guz.
Readers, or people that are going to look-and-leave (also called: Look-and-leaves), so that we end up with 58,239 views and three posts (made by ourselves), we hope you enjoy this KH-vaguely-related-AU-Jurassic-Park-Fic-That-Goes-By-The-Books-So-Hammond-Is-Dead fic. <.<; >.>;
Anyway. Heres we guz.
~~~~~~~Uglysquiggles~~~~~~~
Tim's assistant, Merideth Matthews, a young girl who was obsessed with her looks - and only slightly concerned about her job - walked into the door, sighing before saying, "It is done. The invitations should be received by all of the participants by today."
He looked up at her, preoccupied. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Good," he muttered. He sloshed the wine in his glass around, one hand under his chin as he stared into his coffee table. The red liquid could not satisfy his thirst for something more than this empty life - a fact he already knew. As a recovered alchohalic, he knew the risks and would never enter that world again. This wine was even diluted, so that the flavour wouldn't seduce him into that sin again. He didn't want to live that way, so he took extra measures to avoid it.
Without it, though, he did a lot of thinking. He watched the table again, not paying attention to the sound of his personal assistant's high-heeled feet as she left the room, sighing dramatically again. His mind was elsewhere, back to a press conference that occured just a few months ago.
"Mr. Murphy! Mr. Murphy! A quick question - LMAO News!" An obnoxious reporter next to a few photographers called out. Tim flashed a grin before nodding at the man, pointing, too.
"Mr. Murphy, what are your plans for the future? You have just inherited quite a fortune, and I'm sure everyone's wondering if you wish to continue... Let's say, the 'Family Business,' " The reporter inquired, a nervous grin plastered on his face. The other reporters, photographers, and bystanders laughed with the man. Tim gave a chuckle, though his inner reaction was rage.
The 'Family Business' was a term tabloids used when they referred to Jurassic Park, his grandfather's theme park. A theme park that went horrible wrong - one that took his life. The incidents that took place there shamed his family, causing his mother to hit the bottle, his father to cheat on Tim's mother, and his sister, Lex, to become a razor-toting, skin-cutting, depressed mess of a woman. Not to mention the fact that she'd been kicked out of her Woman's League of Softball, which had been her only passion.
Tim answered the question with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Let's just say, I have plans to restore honor to my family's name," he answered, signaling that the press conference was over, though many reporters called out his name, hoping for just "one more quick answer."
Tim shook his head, wondering how his plans would work out. For better or for worse, he wasn't completely sure he cared. He stared at the glass of diluted wine in his hand, before downing it and leaving the glass on the table. He walked away, knowing the plans couldn't possibly go astray.
He looked up at her, preoccupied. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Good," he muttered. He sloshed the wine in his glass around, one hand under his chin as he stared into his coffee table. The red liquid could not satisfy his thirst for something more than this empty life - a fact he already knew. As a recovered alchohalic, he knew the risks and would never enter that world again. This wine was even diluted, so that the flavour wouldn't seduce him into that sin again. He didn't want to live that way, so he took extra measures to avoid it.
Without it, though, he did a lot of thinking. He watched the table again, not paying attention to the sound of his personal assistant's high-heeled feet as she left the room, sighing dramatically again. His mind was elsewhere, back to a press conference that occured just a few months ago.
"Mr. Murphy! Mr. Murphy! A quick question - LMAO News!" An obnoxious reporter next to a few photographers called out. Tim flashed a grin before nodding at the man, pointing, too.
"Mr. Murphy, what are your plans for the future? You have just inherited quite a fortune, and I'm sure everyone's wondering if you wish to continue... Let's say, the 'Family Business,' " The reporter inquired, a nervous grin plastered on his face. The other reporters, photographers, and bystanders laughed with the man. Tim gave a chuckle, though his inner reaction was rage.
The 'Family Business' was a term tabloids used when they referred to Jurassic Park, his grandfather's theme park. A theme park that went horrible wrong - one that took his life. The incidents that took place there shamed his family, causing his mother to hit the bottle, his father to cheat on Tim's mother, and his sister, Lex, to become a razor-toting, skin-cutting, depressed mess of a woman. Not to mention the fact that she'd been kicked out of her Woman's League of Softball, which had been her only passion.
Tim answered the question with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Let's just say, I have plans to restore honor to my family's name," he answered, signaling that the press conference was over, though many reporters called out his name, hoping for just "one more quick answer."
Tim shook his head, wondering how his plans would work out. For better or for worse, he wasn't completely sure he cared. He stared at the glass of diluted wine in his hand, before downing it and leaving the glass on the table. He walked away, knowing the plans couldn't possibly go astray.
~-~
"Goodbye, Son!" Ketso cried out, throwing his arms around Aozora. Aozora didn't stiffen like he usually did when people hugged him - it was his father, even if they were the same age in this universe. Time travel. Gets ya everytime. He returned the hug, laughing.
"I'm going to a "Tropical Paradise" for a free vacation, Dad!" the younger blonde exclaimed. "What could be better?"
"Letting us go with you?" Megan, his mother asked immediately. She was protective of her son, even if she didn't show it. Her attitude said "Call me 'Mom' and die," but her eyes said: "Oh, my sweet baby. Please tell me you remembered to pack your special squishy comfort toys!" Aozora sighed.
"It'll be... What, a week? Maybe two? I mean," he added hurriedly, seeing the look on his mother's face when he admitted that he didn't know when he'd be back, "It's weird that they didn't post a date on the invite, but I'm sure I'll find out immediately. Probably when the helicopter gets here to take me there. No big deal."
Ketso's eyes stared at his son's nervously. "Hmm. Well, have fun. Stay away from Sora. Always. Forever. And take my father's cell phone. He's almost out of minutes, though, and he doesn't get very good reception."
"That's a comfort to know," Aozora sighed, his voice layered with sarcasm. The Al Bhed emerald in his otherwise dark eyes revealed that he was feeling just a little homesick - before his ride even got here.
"I'm gonna be fine," he finished, hugging his parents again and picking up his suit case. His trenchcoat would protect him from anything a helicopter threw at him.
Ketso nervously added, "Put your game face on!" Aozora threw on a scowl. Megan howled and grabbed Aozora as he turned around.
"Don't leave!" she cried. "It's like Jurassic Park all over again!"
Aozora stared at her, bewildered. "I've never been to Jurassic Park. Haven't even seen the movies! Or read the book..."
Megan looked shocked. "It was on your summer reading list! For credit!"
Aozora turned around, running into the taxi that would carry him to where he was supposed to wait for the Helicopter. "Gotta go, bye! See ya!"
Ketso turned to Megan. "I hope he'll be okay!" She nodded, hugging the green-eyed blonde. She couldn't believe her child was leaving her. Or that she had a child. Either way, she was shocked. And surprised. And she wasn't sure why, but she felt that her ego should be hurt, so she pretended it was.
Ketso turned to her. "There's a book?"
"I'm going to a "Tropical Paradise" for a free vacation, Dad!" the younger blonde exclaimed. "What could be better?"
"Letting us go with you?" Megan, his mother asked immediately. She was protective of her son, even if she didn't show it. Her attitude said "Call me 'Mom' and die," but her eyes said: "Oh, my sweet baby. Please tell me you remembered to pack your special squishy comfort toys!" Aozora sighed.
"It'll be... What, a week? Maybe two? I mean," he added hurriedly, seeing the look on his mother's face when he admitted that he didn't know when he'd be back, "It's weird that they didn't post a date on the invite, but I'm sure I'll find out immediately. Probably when the helicopter gets here to take me there. No big deal."
Ketso's eyes stared at his son's nervously. "Hmm. Well, have fun. Stay away from Sora. Always. Forever. And take my father's cell phone. He's almost out of minutes, though, and he doesn't get very good reception."
"That's a comfort to know," Aozora sighed, his voice layered with sarcasm. The Al Bhed emerald in his otherwise dark eyes revealed that he was feeling just a little homesick - before his ride even got here.
"I'm gonna be fine," he finished, hugging his parents again and picking up his suit case. His trenchcoat would protect him from anything a helicopter threw at him.
Ketso nervously added, "Put your game face on!" Aozora threw on a scowl. Megan howled and grabbed Aozora as he turned around.
"Don't leave!" she cried. "It's like Jurassic Park all over again!"
Aozora stared at her, bewildered. "I've never been to Jurassic Park. Haven't even seen the movies! Or read the book..."
Megan looked shocked. "It was on your summer reading list! For credit!"
Aozora turned around, running into the taxi that would carry him to where he was supposed to wait for the Helicopter. "Gotta go, bye! See ya!"
Ketso turned to Megan. "I hope he'll be okay!" She nodded, hugging the green-eyed blonde. She couldn't believe her child was leaving her. Or that she had a child. Either way, she was shocked. And surprised. And she wasn't sure why, but she felt that her ego should be hurt, so she pretended it was.
Ketso turned to her. "There's a book?"
~-~
Dark and Calista turned to Nyroc. The two of them might've looked strange - boy boys had amethyst hair and the woman had light lavendar locks ((Ooh. Alliteration. Ph34r it)). Not to mention the fact that they all looked like they could've stared in an anime or something. Especially Dark. Calista turned to her son.
"Nyroc, be good. Make good choices. If you have a question, ask Uncle Hollow!" She said, praying that her son would listen. He nodded. Dark took his offspring by the shoulders.
"Not Sora. DON'T. TALK. TO SORA," he shook his boy lightly, and Nyroc let out a laugh, steadying himself. Dark raised himself to his full height. He crossed his arms, looking thoughtful.
"The most important thing, though," he decided, staring with concern at the sky, "is that you flirt with the chicks there. That's number one priority. Other than staying away from Sora. Please. Stay away from Sora."
Nyroc laughed, running a hand through his hair, which was parted cleanly down the middle. "I promise! What's the big deal?"
Dark shook his head. "You don't know. I've had to talk to him before. I was part of that sorry-excuse-for-a-Niwa. He tried to come onto me. When I'm PART of him." He shuddered in horror as Calista patted his back soothingly. Then, he regained his composure.
"Go, son!" He said dramatically. "Be a man." Then he flashed a grin, pointing at his son. "A man who knows a lotta chicks." Calista elbowed him, and he doubled over in mock pain. Or was it mock? O.O SUPER SMILIE IN A FIC TIME!
; ;
Ahem.
Nyroc nodded, turning. He was halfway out of the front yard when his father shouted, "AND FOR CLOUD'S SAKE, DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS!"
Nyroc snickered as he left, heeding his father's warning. Calista turned to her husband. She laughed, patting him on the back again as he stared importantly after his son. "Being a father has softened you," she chuckled, nudging him playfully. He rolled his eyes.
"Be realistic. This bad boy isn't a softy," he snarled, striking a pose. She laughed before walking back into the house. He trailed behind her, thinking who knows what. >.O; 'Cept maybe Silver. >.O;
"Nyroc, be good. Make good choices. If you have a question, ask Uncle Hollow!" She said, praying that her son would listen. He nodded. Dark took his offspring by the shoulders.
"Not Sora. DON'T. TALK. TO SORA," he shook his boy lightly, and Nyroc let out a laugh, steadying himself. Dark raised himself to his full height. He crossed his arms, looking thoughtful.
"The most important thing, though," he decided, staring with concern at the sky, "is that you flirt with the chicks there. That's number one priority. Other than staying away from Sora. Please. Stay away from Sora."
Nyroc laughed, running a hand through his hair, which was parted cleanly down the middle. "I promise! What's the big deal?"
Dark shook his head. "You don't know. I've had to talk to him before. I was part of that sorry-excuse-for-a-Niwa. He tried to come onto me. When I'm PART of him." He shuddered in horror as Calista patted his back soothingly. Then, he regained his composure.
"Go, son!" He said dramatically. "Be a man." Then he flashed a grin, pointing at his son. "A man who knows a lotta chicks." Calista elbowed him, and he doubled over in mock pain. Or was it mock? O.O SUPER SMILIE IN A FIC TIME!
; ;Ahem.
Nyroc nodded, turning. He was halfway out of the front yard when his father shouted, "AND FOR CLOUD'S SAKE, DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS!"
Nyroc snickered as he left, heeding his father's warning. Calista turned to her husband. She laughed, patting him on the back again as he stared importantly after his son. "Being a father has softened you," she chuckled, nudging him playfully. He rolled his eyes.
"Be realistic. This bad boy isn't a softy," he snarled, striking a pose. She laughed before walking back into the house. He trailed behind her, thinking who knows what. >.O; 'Cept maybe Silver. >.O;
~-~
"Can you get me there?" Helix asked the woman in the pale green truck, and she nodded. She looked kind enough. Her license plate had an advertisment that was anti-child abuse. He trusted her enough to ask for a ride to a heliport, after careful analysis (which THIS authoress prayed she spelt right). She opened the door for him, and he slid into the passenger's seat, the leather upholstery feeling comfortable after having walked most of the way there.
She glanced at him, both hands firmly on the wheel. "Why didn't your parents take you?" She asked. He could tell she wasn't trying to pry, that she was genuinely curious. Maybe a little worried.
"They... She... I don't have any," he muttered, looking out his side-window at the passing scenery. She said something along the lines of "oh," and didn't ask many more questions. He thanked Cloud. Maybe she was actually sane.
But he didn't really believe in sanity. At least, in adults.
It was kind of a short ride. He still couldn't believe his 'luck.' Helix never won anything, and now he was going on a free trip to some tropical island. It was almost like magic. Which, of course, made him suspect just about everything included in it. It wasn't natural. People didn't do nice things. People beat their kids or walked out on them. Or let strange people ride with them to a heliport, without asking more than one question.
That's right, he didn't trust this woman much. She didn't seem to care. He frowned most of the way there, knowing that he'd be "relaxing" on the island soon. One last refrain from his mother and horrible past. Helix doubted that he could relax, but at least he'd be able to forget. For a little, anyway.
The truck stopped - they were there already. He murmered a thank you and hopped out, without any luggage - what did he have to take there, anyway? The woman drove off, and he stood at this great, empty lot.
She glanced at him, both hands firmly on the wheel. "Why didn't your parents take you?" She asked. He could tell she wasn't trying to pry, that she was genuinely curious. Maybe a little worried.
"They... She... I don't have any," he muttered, looking out his side-window at the passing scenery. She said something along the lines of "oh," and didn't ask many more questions. He thanked Cloud. Maybe she was actually sane.
But he didn't really believe in sanity. At least, in adults.
It was kind of a short ride. He still couldn't believe his 'luck.' Helix never won anything, and now he was going on a free trip to some tropical island. It was almost like magic. Which, of course, made him suspect just about everything included in it. It wasn't natural. People didn't do nice things. People beat their kids or walked out on them. Or let strange people ride with them to a heliport, without asking more than one question.
That's right, he didn't trust this woman much. She didn't seem to care. He frowned most of the way there, knowing that he'd be "relaxing" on the island soon. One last refrain from his mother and horrible past. Helix doubted that he could relax, but at least he'd be able to forget. For a little, anyway.
The truck stopped - they were there already. He murmered a thank you and hopped out, without any luggage - what did he have to take there, anyway? The woman drove off, and he stood at this great, empty lot.
~-~
Sora Niwa turned down his radio. His parents had told him that "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman" was not a song that was appropriate for his age group. He had rolled his eyes, tugging at his bracelets, telling them that just because it wasn't jazz didn't mean it was bad. They told him that wasn't what they were referring to.
"Well," he said to himself, "I'm sure that they won't have a problem with "It's Raining Men!" What station is this, anyway?" He frowned, trying to think. He gave up on it, though - his one brain cell couldn't handle something of that magnitude - and turned back to his Salmon-Coloured bedspread. The puffy comforter was supporting a magenta-tinted leather suit case, which had pictures of Riku plastered all over it. He was packing it with dresses, skirts, skorts, and shoes aplenty. He frowned, placing a pair of blue-jeans in them. For the longest time, he'd hated jeans, but then he discovered the equivalent of Girls' Jeans For Men: Bootcut.
"I guess I'm all ready to go!" He chimed as he ran down the stairs with his suit case. His mother looked up from her mug of coffee and groaned, rubbing her temples in pain. Sora knew she was depressed. He thought maybe he wasn't girly enough for her. That had to be it.
"Mother," he tried to explain. "I can't help that I'm a boy."
His mother stared at him in disgust, barely opening her mouth before his father skidded into the room. He pushed his boy out the door and yelled, "HAVE FUN!"
Sora skipped down his driveway, not worried about getting there. Everyone loved to pick up a girl who could sing! He would bless their automobile with sparkles and glitter, so he'd have no problem getting a ride.
"Well," he said to himself, "I'm sure that they won't have a problem with "It's Raining Men!" What station is this, anyway?" He frowned, trying to think. He gave up on it, though - his one brain cell couldn't handle something of that magnitude - and turned back to his Salmon-Coloured bedspread. The puffy comforter was supporting a magenta-tinted leather suit case, which had pictures of Riku plastered all over it. He was packing it with dresses, skirts, skorts, and shoes aplenty. He frowned, placing a pair of blue-jeans in them. For the longest time, he'd hated jeans, but then he discovered the equivalent of Girls' Jeans For Men: Bootcut.
"I guess I'm all ready to go!" He chimed as he ran down the stairs with his suit case. His mother looked up from her mug of coffee and groaned, rubbing her temples in pain. Sora knew she was depressed. He thought maybe he wasn't girly enough for her. That had to be it.
"Mother," he tried to explain. "I can't help that I'm a boy."
His mother stared at him in disgust, barely opening her mouth before his father skidded into the room. He pushed his boy out the door and yelled, "HAVE FUN!"
Sora skipped down his driveway, not worried about getting there. Everyone loved to pick up a girl who could sing! He would bless their automobile with sparkles and glitter, so he'd have no problem getting a ride.
~-~
Hollow ran a clawed, ebony hand through his dark tresses, staring at his "son." He'd only just discovered him, and, frankly, he wasn't really ready to be a father at the age of seventeen. Even if his kid was from the future. It was weird. Seemed like every other family on the block had someone from ten years into the future, or twenty, or even a hundred! The world was going to heck on a fast train, he decided. Still, he enjoyed his son's company. No matter how much the boy reminded him of... Her.
Azul had skin the colour of a blue that was both Baby and Sky, not a bad colour, but unusual. Other than that, he was almost identical to Hollow. The hair fell the same way, his eyes held the same brightness - Only difference was that his hair was gray, and Hollow's was dark as night. He was much shorter, too. Hollow was 6'2," and his boy was maybe 5'11". Allecto's height genes, he guessed.
"Azul, you don't have to put that spell over yourself. I'm not ashamed of your skin colour." Even if it is Allecto's, the girl who constantly tears my life apart and tries to hurt yours'.
Azul laughed, his voice like music. "It doesn't bother me, Dad. Besides, it might not bother you, but it makes people look at me a little strangely." Hollow grinned dryly, staring at his son's right hand.
The hand was like Hollow's - Dark and clawed, looking mysterious and mutilated all at the same time. The only differences were that Hollow had two hands like that, whereas Azul had only one, and Hollow's was as dark as his hair, though Azul's was simply a darker blue. Those hands were almost two times as big as a regular fifteen-year-old's, though. It didn't hurt or anything - but it did attract attention.
Azul chuckled, the tones of his voice clear and soft. "At least I'll always be able to make conversation!"
That was another thing. Azul was very much an optimist. Hollow, despite himself, was the opposite, and the blue boy's mother was exactly the same way - and yet a million times worse, in Hollow's opinion.
Hollow clapped his son on the back. He picked up their small backpack and slung it over his shoulder, before saying - brightly as he could, "Let's go, then!"
Azul followed, his eyes alive with excitement, and they walked out of the apartment, off to adventure.
Azul had skin the colour of a blue that was both Baby and Sky, not a bad colour, but unusual. Other than that, he was almost identical to Hollow. The hair fell the same way, his eyes held the same brightness - Only difference was that his hair was gray, and Hollow's was dark as night. He was much shorter, too. Hollow was 6'2," and his boy was maybe 5'11". Allecto's height genes, he guessed.
"Azul, you don't have to put that spell over yourself. I'm not ashamed of your skin colour." Even if it is Allecto's, the girl who constantly tears my life apart and tries to hurt yours'.
Azul laughed, his voice like music. "It doesn't bother me, Dad. Besides, it might not bother you, but it makes people look at me a little strangely." Hollow grinned dryly, staring at his son's right hand.
The hand was like Hollow's - Dark and clawed, looking mysterious and mutilated all at the same time. The only differences were that Hollow had two hands like that, whereas Azul had only one, and Hollow's was as dark as his hair, though Azul's was simply a darker blue. Those hands were almost two times as big as a regular fifteen-year-old's, though. It didn't hurt or anything - but it did attract attention.
Azul chuckled, the tones of his voice clear and soft. "At least I'll always be able to make conversation!"
That was another thing. Azul was very much an optimist. Hollow, despite himself, was the opposite, and the blue boy's mother was exactly the same way - and yet a million times worse, in Hollow's opinion.
Hollow clapped his son on the back. He picked up their small backpack and slung it over his shoulder, before saying - brightly as he could, "Let's go, then!"
Azul followed, his eyes alive with excitement, and they walked out of the apartment, off to adventure.
~-~
Hollow stared at the others as they sat in the helicopter. He and his son walked in to be greeted by a scowling Aozora - he was acting tough again. Well, he was, but not to the point where he glared at everything to express it. He was putting on an act so that no one would mess with him. It was working, apparently.
There was also a boy Hollow didn't know, in the corner, with flaming red hair and aquamarine eyes. He didn't look too happy. Azul whispered, "That's Helix. He's cool." The boy looked up, nodded at Azul, and went back to staring at the wall. Hollow didn't press the boy for introductions. He knew what it was like to have a hard past.
Sora, the one person Hollow didn't want to see, was drawing pictures of some kind of... Queen-looking stick-figure on the walls of the tiny room, singing a song in a very much off key tone, so loud that Hollow could hear him over the helicopter's rapidly spinning blades.
"MAN!" Sora yelled, "I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!" It was almost in a recognizable rhythm. Almost. Hollow cringed, but Azul smiled like he hadn't heard it, sitting across from Helix, who glanced up for a second again.
Nyroc, Hollow's 'nephew' waved at him before Aozora snapped his head up. "Hollow! Can you get Sora to stop singing?!" The blonde asked pleadingly.
"Not without spilling blood," Hollow answered, sitting next to his son. The helicopter lifted into the air, and Hollow's pointed, ebony ears adjusted to the sound. Aozora groaned.
"I don't care!" he moaned, glaring at the floor and doubling over. "Just get him to shut up!"
Sora's singing promptly got louder, and his shirt seemed even frilly-er than it had been a few seconds ago. The queen he was drawing, Hollow realized, was himself with a crown. And a dress. And a king named Riku. He trembled in hatred and disgust inwardly before Helix yelled, "Shut up, you git!" at Sora "The Queen" Niwa.
Sora silenced himself, but not before giggling. "Okay, sweetheart!" Hollow turned to see Helix crush the upholstery of his seat, and the metal bar that supported it. Azul looked sympathetic. Aozora, however, teased Helix.
"Hey, Felix. Do you think they serve peanuts on this flight?" He said, elbowing Helix. Helix tried not to lose control.
"Nope. That's only on Commercial Airlines. And it's Helix."
"Oh, is it? Felix?" Aozora asked, innocently.
"Helix."
"Okay... Felix." Aozora said the last word under his breath, but Hollow noticed Helix's eye twitch. He tried not to smirk. It wasn't like he didn't feel sorry for Helix. He had just been insulted by Sora AND Aozora. But Aozora's smile was infectous, even for Hollow. Aozora wondered aloud, "Do you think we'll get to parachute out? Y'know, jumpin'? Me and Rhea always loved the sky..."
Azul turned. "Not sure. Let's see... Nyroc, Helix, Me, Dad, Sora, and Aozora. All six are here. Ready to go to, what, Hawaii? Some tropical island around there? It's gonna be a long flight, so we better try to get along." He grinned, pulling at a sapphire ear lightly. Hollow did the same thing with his dark coloured ones, he realized, when he was nervous, or trying to calm people. Things he rarely did.
"Actually," a man Hollow recognized as the pilot said, standing and coming towards them. "You're not going to that island. And it is going to be a long flight. Maybe you'd better try to fall asleep."
Before Hollow knew what was happening, Azul had some kind of tranquilizer dart in his neck, just below his jugular vein. Hollow stood immediately, Nyroc lept up, and Helix dealt a hard punch to the Pilot's side.
"No!" Hollow ordered. "If we kill him, who's gonna land the..."
Suddenly, everything started to fade into black. That's what I get for tryin' to be nice, Hollow thought as he slipped into a deep sleep.
There was also a boy Hollow didn't know, in the corner, with flaming red hair and aquamarine eyes. He didn't look too happy. Azul whispered, "That's Helix. He's cool." The boy looked up, nodded at Azul, and went back to staring at the wall. Hollow didn't press the boy for introductions. He knew what it was like to have a hard past.
Sora, the one person Hollow didn't want to see, was drawing pictures of some kind of... Queen-looking stick-figure on the walls of the tiny room, singing a song in a very much off key tone, so loud that Hollow could hear him over the helicopter's rapidly spinning blades.
"MAN!" Sora yelled, "I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!" It was almost in a recognizable rhythm. Almost. Hollow cringed, but Azul smiled like he hadn't heard it, sitting across from Helix, who glanced up for a second again.
Nyroc, Hollow's 'nephew' waved at him before Aozora snapped his head up. "Hollow! Can you get Sora to stop singing?!" The blonde asked pleadingly.
"Not without spilling blood," Hollow answered, sitting next to his son. The helicopter lifted into the air, and Hollow's pointed, ebony ears adjusted to the sound. Aozora groaned.
"I don't care!" he moaned, glaring at the floor and doubling over. "Just get him to shut up!"
Sora's singing promptly got louder, and his shirt seemed even frilly-er than it had been a few seconds ago. The queen he was drawing, Hollow realized, was himself with a crown. And a dress. And a king named Riku. He trembled in hatred and disgust inwardly before Helix yelled, "Shut up, you git!" at Sora "The Queen" Niwa.
Sora silenced himself, but not before giggling. "Okay, sweetheart!" Hollow turned to see Helix crush the upholstery of his seat, and the metal bar that supported it. Azul looked sympathetic. Aozora, however, teased Helix.
"Hey, Felix. Do you think they serve peanuts on this flight?" He said, elbowing Helix. Helix tried not to lose control.
"Nope. That's only on Commercial Airlines. And it's Helix."
"Oh, is it? Felix?" Aozora asked, innocently.
"Helix."
"Okay... Felix." Aozora said the last word under his breath, but Hollow noticed Helix's eye twitch. He tried not to smirk. It wasn't like he didn't feel sorry for Helix. He had just been insulted by Sora AND Aozora. But Aozora's smile was infectous, even for Hollow. Aozora wondered aloud, "Do you think we'll get to parachute out? Y'know, jumpin'? Me and Rhea always loved the sky..."
Azul turned. "Not sure. Let's see... Nyroc, Helix, Me, Dad, Sora, and Aozora. All six are here. Ready to go to, what, Hawaii? Some tropical island around there? It's gonna be a long flight, so we better try to get along." He grinned, pulling at a sapphire ear lightly. Hollow did the same thing with his dark coloured ones, he realized, when he was nervous, or trying to calm people. Things he rarely did.
"Actually," a man Hollow recognized as the pilot said, standing and coming towards them. "You're not going to that island. And it is going to be a long flight. Maybe you'd better try to fall asleep."
Before Hollow knew what was happening, Azul had some kind of tranquilizer dart in his neck, just below his jugular vein. Hollow stood immediately, Nyroc lept up, and Helix dealt a hard punch to the Pilot's side.
"No!" Hollow ordered. "If we kill him, who's gonna land the..."
Suddenly, everything started to fade into black. That's what I get for tryin' to be nice, Hollow thought as he slipped into a deep sleep.
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Okay, hope that's gud. Don't know who's gonna update next. XD
