Warnings: Here we go again! Look out for homosexuality, hyper violence, death, depression, all that fun stuff common to a Shion story. Also, watch out for psycho religious content, nothing that really makes sense and a few random moments of "tea time".
NOTE: Failure to read Immortal Dinosaur may lead to confusion in certain situations, as this story and Immortal Dinosaur are really the same story, cut into separate sections for ease and stuff. You might not have to read IODO, but I recommend it.
Claimer: This story, it's characters, plot, setting and all of the situations are fictional, even when based off reality. However, the characters, plot, setting and all of the situations are MINE and it's very rude to use them, especially without my permission. So I ask you don't.
Dedication: To all my friends, my family and Miss Katrina, who have held on for me through a lot of crap, especially crappy stories. Sorry and thank you!
Final Note: Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy the story, I'm not going to guess length or anything, but it will tie up loose strings.
Chapter One: The Children's Quest
It was like bloodstains under the bed, like finding out your best friend had murdered your mother and shoved her dead body under your bed.
"Anybody home?" A woman's voice came. He didn't answer, flipping another postcard underneath the stack he held in his hand. "Oh! Hey, I didn't realize you were here..." The woman with blonde Shirley Temple curls stopped in the entryway to the bedroom in the apartment flat. "Good."
"Ziggy... these are all from my father, aren't they?" The teenage boy looked up at her, eyes blank and free of expression. The woman stood still for a long moment, then sighed and nodded.
"Yes. Alice has been writing us postcards monthly since he left. We write him back whenever he stays in one place for a while. He's stationary right now, so I've been writing him regularly. When you were little you used to draw him pictures, do you remember? He got every single one." She explained. "Where's John?"
"He went to the store. Tell me where my father—where Alice is right now." The boy demanded. She sighed.
"Promise me first, that you won't try to hurt him, or hate him, when you get there." She said in turn.
"I promise." He said, his voice unwavering. She knelt beside him, shuffling through the postcards. She handed a particular one to him.
"We're going where?" The blonde boy gaped, looking fresh out of the shower. He was wearing black leather pants without shoes or a shirt. He did, however, have on a skull ring on his right ring finger and a spiked bracelet on his left wrist.
"Japan, Hokkaido. It's where my father is. I have to find him, and when I do... well I don't know what I'll do. But I still need to find him. I want to know where I came from and stuff like that. Who my mother is, why he abandoned me. Where she is now. That stuff." The other boy shrugged. He was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans and a black t-shirt with 'marry me' written on it.
"I dunno, I know my parents and they just make me wish I didn't know 'em." The first boy smirked. "But hey, I know with Good it's all good, so I'm all for it. Let's just hope this guy's nothing like my old man, 'cause if he is, then he's gonna hate you."
"Leopold... do you think he'll really hate me?" Good asked, suddenly panic-stricken.
"No one can hate you, Good! You're just not hate-able. Now let's get packing, we're going to Hokkaido!" Leopold gave a grin, standing from off his bed. "My parents will never go for this, so we better leave 'em out of the loop, though."
I CANNOT COME HERE ANYMORE
THE MIRROR IS BROKEN
AND THEY LOCKED THE DOOR
NO ONE REALLY WANTS TO WORK
THEY JUST HAVE TO PUSH TO PULL
TO GET OUT OF THIS DAMN WORLD
RUN AWAY WITH MY HEART
RUN AWAY WITH MY HEART
YOU'RE ALL I HAVE LEFT
SO DON'T RIP ME APART
YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME
SO DON'T EVER LEAVE
I CAN MAKE ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
AND I'D WALK THE WORLD FOR YOU
I CANNOT LOOK AT YOU ANYMORE
THE WORLD IS ENDING
AND THEY CLOCKED THE HOUR
NO ONE REALLY—
"You and your heavy metal love songs." Good interrupted. "Can't just listen to what they play on the plane; have to listen to your own stuff."
"Are you dissin' my music choice?" Leopold asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, not really. I just think you should lay off for awhile. I can't believe we're really going there, it all seems surreal." Good yawned, getting Leopold to smirk.
"Lean on me, take a nap. You're tired, and once we land this time we'll have some serious work in front of us." Leopold pulled Good onto his shoulder.
"Mm... thank you Leopold..." Good muttered.
"Anything for you, Good ol' chap." Leopold smirked, putting his headphones back on, letting the music blast again.
"You realize now, neither of us know Japanese." Leopold stated, putting on sunglasses despite the fact it was snowing outside of the airport.
"Really? Neither do we." A cheery black haired guy announced, walking up to them.
"Kinks, who the hell are you talking to?" Another person asked, with long braided hair and a "FunguS RuleZ" t-shirt.
"Yasuo, doesn't she look like Alice?" The first guy asked, Good's eyebrow twitching as he was pointed to.
"You're both guys?" Good asked, the black haired guy clapping.
"The world is a cool place nowadays." Leopold nodded slowly.
"So where are you headed?" The black haired guy asked.
"We're on a quest." Good said sharply.
"My name's Kiyoshi and this is Yasuo and we're going to bug one of our old friends!" Kiyoshi explained with a smile.
"We've been to Japan a half-dozen or so times, so we can help you around if you want. This is our third time in Hokkaido," said Yasuo.
"That would be wonderful!" Good smiled to Yasuo. "Do you mind dreadfully?"
"Heck no. I'd enjoy the company and Kinks here loves it when anyone's within fifty feet of him." Yasuo shrugged. "Come on, this way to the luggage."
"You okay with this, Leopold?" Good half-whispered.
"If you are, I am." Leopold smirked. "You know me; I'm a free-flowin' kinda guy."
"We have a car waiting, grab your bags and follow Kinks." Yasuo thumbed to the doors.
"So his name, is it Kiyoshi or Kinks?" Good asked, half-sarcastically.
"Kiyoshi to you, Kinks to me." Yasuo said calmly, seeming hard to rattle.
They all headed out of the airport with their luggage within the hour, heading to a large white van.
"Hey, it says HeaVAN here..." Leopold pointed out, Kiyoshi blinking and looking at the underside of the bumper, where Leopold was pointing and where the word "HeaVAN" was inscribed.
"So it does! Which is interesting, considering the previous owners. But that's a long story, so I won't bother you with it. Now that I think about it, this van must be pretty old... I wonder where they got it in the first place... Anyways! Cram inside, we're touring the town!" Kiyoshi smiled.
"Suspicious duo, don't you think?" Good commented, Leopold smirking.
"They're interesting, to say the least." Leopold gave a nod. "Don't fret your pretty li'l head, Good. Leopold will take care of you."
"Are you sure this is the address?" Kiyoshi questioned, looking at the huge mansion. "It looks like somewhere Alice would buy."
"It's the address on the postcard. Thanks for the help, it's much appreciated." Good smiled, Leopold and Yasuo unpacking the luggage.
"Well, our hotel is pretty nearby... here; let me write down the address and phone number and stuff." Kiyoshi pulled a blank postcard from the dash-box, scribbling down directions, a room number, address and phone number. "Just in case you have any problems." He handed the postcard to Good, who thanked him before heading back to help with their luggage.
"Packed pretty light, eh?" Yasuo commented.
"Yeah, we were expecting to have to walk. Plus, I had to pack fast and without causing a lot of suspicion. Tight parents." Leopold shrugged. "Thanks for all the help; we owe you a big one."
"No big deal, Kink's a do-gooder. Plus, like he just said, we're pretty close to here anyways." Yasuo shrugged. "Enjoy your stay, I guess..."
"You too. By the way, you never said why you were here in the first place, if it's not some secret..." Good trailed off, picking up his backpack and small duffle.
"We're travelers. Just... wander around a lot..." Yasuo shrugged, closing the door of the van. "Later, then." He took his place shot gun and the white van drove off.
"This place is sort of secluded. I bet it used to be a shrine." Leopold said, fairly randomly. His sunglasses slid down his nose, revealing his auburn-streaked green eyes. The snow was falling lightly around them and crunched beneath their feet.
"Probably. Well, we'd better get a little closer before they think we're loiterers." Good shuffled his stuff, then started the march forward.
"This is private property." A voice said, sharp but uneasy. They turned to see a redhead, his hair slicked back and his eyes of gold shining.
"Yeah? Who owns it?" Leopold asked, leaning on one side.
"The man inside, of course. Are you announced guests? I don't remember him saying anything about someone coming by." The redhead said simply, walking between them. They looked oddly at each other, then followed.
"Not exactly announced, but he is obligated to talk to us." Good explained.
"Oh, well in that case. My name's Karma, I'm something of a patient to the owner, I suffer from long-term amnesia and constant memory loss. So if I forget who you are, it's not really my fault, and I mean no offense." The red head explained, opening the large doors. "Come inside, I'll show you to him."
"Thanks for your hospitality." Good smiled, seeming somewhat relieved.
"It's in my nature, think nothing of it." Karma smiled. "Take off your shoes and drop off your stuff, he's picky. Good first impressions are important."
They did as they were told, then looked somewhat expectantly at Karma. There were a few moments of silence, Karma simply smiling at them.
"I'm sorry, what was I doing?" Karma asked, overly polite.
"Showing us to where the owner is." Leopold said simply.
"Ah, yes! You know, you sort of remind me of him." Karma pointed to Good, who blinked. "Not by appearance so much as they way you stand. Anyways, he's this way, come along."
They followed the redhead, both seeming a little suspicious of the man before them. He brought them to a sliding door, then took a deep breath, opening it.
"Alice, our son and a friend of his have come for tea."