Back to the Futur Chapter 1 |
L3, Colony 197 A.C. Duo Maxwell, gopher extraordinaire, quickly raced into his boss’s workroom, a glass of soda and sloppily made sandwiches on a tray. "Rowen, here’s your food!" The azure haired boy waved his hand behind him to tell his partner that indeed he had heard, as he continued typing away on his computer. "You’re going to get carpal tunnel, and I’m going to laugh." Duo stated as Rowen shrugged, taking a sandwich and continuing to type with one hand. Duo carefully tiptoed over to Rowen, peering over the other man’s shoulder. "Time continuum? What the hell are you doing Rowen?" Finally, Rowen glanced over at his companion. "Nothing. Just fooling around with some of history." Duo’s eyes widened. "Rowen, stop it! You could change history if you screw with it! If you did that, then what would have happened to a lot of the famous people that gave us things that we need? I mean, simple things like electricity, and telephones! Rowen, don’t do anything stupid! Just leave history as it is. Anything happen, I’m blaming you!" Rowen shrugged, ignoring Duo’s warning. "Duo, go away. I don’t need you telling me everything. Remember, who’s the one in charge. Now, why don’t you go do something useful." The brunette rolled his violet eyes. "Fine, but if Nazi’s end up in our house, I’ll know who to blame!" Rowen sighed as Duo skipped out of the room. ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ London, England 1363 A.D. "Let go of me! I refuse; I flat out refuse to allow myself to be used any longer! I hate it! And I hate this life! I hate having to beg older men for money, I hate having to do things that are petty and disgusting for money, I hate doing anything for money because it all goes to your funds for purchasing wines instead of what we need! I am tired of having to abuse my body, to have to let others abuse my body, and I am tired of you using the deaths of my parents as an excuse to do what you wish and want me to do! I’m leaving! Buy your own bloody alcohol!" Turning his head and watching his braid twirl along his shoulder where it constantly lied, Sage yanked away from his captor, turned on his heal, and began to run. "Boy, get back here right now!" Sage turned back to his uncle. "Uncle Orthian, you can rot in hell for all I care, tis where you belong!" Violet eyes raged as the ragged boy again turned away, the tattered clothes that fell loosely over his body and barely covered him whipped behind him as he ran. He ran, and he ran, and he ran, until he slammed headlong into a large object. Dazed and on the ground, the boy glanced up. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Dublin, Ireland 1700’s A.D. The young boy hide under the boards of the ship, nibbling on a piece of bread, mold and all, that he had taken from a rich family a few days before his escape. His escape from the hellhole that had become of his house the moment that his beautiful mother has succumbed to starvation. His Eldest brother was dead, as was his younger sister, Relena, who had passed away hours before his own departure. He had heard of this place. This Promised Land. America. The boy smiled to himself. He was going to see his father again. He would make it to America, he would make it alive, and he would make it home. "A stowaway? Someone gall enough to try to skip away on our ship? The thought is laughable." "I concur. But, the boss told us to go look for him, and that’s what we shall do. The Boss’s words are final." The other man nodded. Heero held his breath, praying to god that he would be protected. "I think that someone heard a noise down here last night." Heero’s eyes widened at the moment the board that stood as his only protection was lifted. Heero sealed his eyes shut in fear, as nothing came. Opening his eyes, he glanced around and realized that he was not longer on the ship. Instead he was surrounded with the fleshy foliage of green sprouts and various flowers he had never seen in his short life. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Mecca, Saudi Arabia 1400’s A.D. "Oh Allah, please bless this woman with an easy birth. Let this child grow strong and sure, and live a fulfilling lifetime." "Master Quatre? You have received a message." Carefully, the golden blonde head lifted as cerulean met one of his fellow priests. "What is it, good sir?" The man bowed his head in respect to the young priest. "Lady Une has delivered her child." "Please tell me that Allah has given her and her child his blessing." The man again bowed his head to the youth. "Indeed he has, wise one. She wishes to see you now. She finds pleasure in thanking you for your concern and helpfulness in her prodigy’s birth." Quatre bowed lowly to his companion. "I shall go to meet her." The other man nodded as he stepped aside to the priest through. He watched as the blonde slowly ascended from the altar of his prayers. White robes flowed around the man-child as he walked out of the room. Quatre carefully walked from the temple, stepping out of its large doors, and noted that he was no longer in his country. Sighing in confusion, he glanced around his new setting, where a large, plush couch and a rather large device that Quatre had never seen in his life made housing. Groaning inwardly, he glanced at the floor and noted the Asian rug. He smiled. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Southern Mexico, 1521 A.D. "Wufei! They are attacking! Please! You must help us!" Merien cried out as she ran into the home of her best friend. The onyx haired Indian braves eye’s widened as he turned to his long time friend Merien. "What is it that you speak of?" "Cortez and his men! They have attacked the Indian chief’s home! They are attacking all the families in the town! You must help us!" Wufei nodded stiffly, anger flashing in his eyes. Not only had this man and his men brought them pestilence and diseases that they had never seen before, they also brought war and destruction. Reaching out and pulling his bow and arrows to him, along with his spear, the Indian brave nodded to his friend. He noted with annoyance that she also carried a spear two sizes to large for her stature. "Merien, do not fight! Leave the fighting to we men!" Merien snorted at the thought. "This is not your battle only Wufei! They came to my house while I was gone. My mother, brother, and father, they are dead. This is personal." Wufei’s eyes widened as he interpreted the information he had just received. The five year old child was dead, along with his parents. Young Merien was alone. "Let us go." He stated as she gave him a faint smiled and nodded. Both rushed from the home towards the battle. Gazing over the carnage of battle, Wufei’s eyes raged. "They did this. Merien, let us shed blood." Wufei turned to face the woman, and noticed in horror that she was gone. "Merien?" He called out, as he felt someone yank the spear from his hand. Forcing himself around, he came face to face with a pale man. A fighter in the name of Cortez. Wufei closed his eyes as he waited for the man’s newest invention. The bullet. Wufei waited calmly for his death, but after a few minutes of no impact, he opened one eye and realized that he was no longer in the battle. He glanced around the trashed room, noting in disgust that this was not his country, and this place was not well taken care of. Clothes littered the floor, along with food that was not in a container. The bed was unmade, the rumpled cloth gathered on the floor around the resting place. Wufei rolled his eyes at the chaotic room. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Cairo, Egypt 2000 B.C. Ryo Sanada groaned to himself as he rose to his feet. The building of the pyramids would never end, he mused as he walked back over to the work area. He winced as he rolled his shoulder and felt the searing pain of his sun burned skin. Gods, he hated working long days at the pyramids, yet it was his form of income. His parents were dead, and his survival rested solely on himself. "Come on Ryo, get to work!" Ryo nodded, muttering under his breath a few profanities about his boss, as he walked over to his group. "Last one and then our shift is over and we can go home!" One of the men stated as the others cheered. "Finally!" Ryo nodded in agreement, as they each grabbed their ropes, and began to pull on the mechanism. It was how they got by. They would sled the blocks down to the pyramid, and the rest would be up to the other group of people. Finally, they finished, as Ryo sighed in relief. His body burned, he was tired, he was hungry, and all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Slowly, Ryo made his way back home, stepping through the door and noting with horror that he was no longer in his home, and now was in a room furnished with a large bed, and a... a... Ryo screamed in horror as he watched the box that had a bunch of people running across it. "Devil! Demon! Get it away from me!" Ryo cried out, as he leapt behind the bed, cowering in fear. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Rome, Italy 476 A.D. Slowly he made his way through the barren cell, brandishing his sword as he continued walking behind the Italian men. He tried to hide his discomfort. He glanced back at the cells contained his friends, and the people who had become his only remaining family. The ones that he very well may never see again. They smiled at him, trying to reassure him that all would be well. Unfortunately he begged to differ. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay alive. After his capture, he had lost track of time, the days running into years. He had forgotten his own age long ago. "Good luck Barton!" One man exclaimed, as a soft smiled formed on Trowa Barton’s face. "Thank you." He stated, his voice weak. He hated going out. He hated himself for having to slay innocent men fighting for their lives just like he was. He hated being here. Maybe death would be better. Yet he couldn’t. He had promised the others he’d return. So he had to. Slowly he made his way to the arena entrance, and watched in fear as the gate was open, and the loud yells of the crowd erupted. Then suddenly came to a halt. Glancing around, he wondered where he was. A porcelain container with metal tubes above it, a bunch of odd smelling bottles, and soft pieces of clothe hanging on the wall. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Atlantis 500 B.C. Cye Mouri sat in the library, engrossed in a book about the atomic structures within the human’s digestive system. Oblivious to the world surrounding him, he lacked to notice the two figures thoroughly enjoying each other in the middle of the floor. "Hey Cye, care to join us?" One asked as Cye glanced up from the book. He smiled faintly, as he shook his head. "Not now, maybe later. I’m a little busy on my studies." The two smiled and resumed their actions. "Well, join whenever you want. We’re getting together with Alex, Shawn, and William later, you can come join us then." Cye smiled at them. "Maybe I will. But only if I’m ready with my report." The two girls nodded. "Well, see you later Cye!" They exclaimed as they decided to bring their doings to one of their houses. Cye smiled as they walked away. "What nice girls." He muttered to himself as he quickly jotted down some notes from the book, then closed it, rising to his feet and placing it back on the shelf, exactly where he got it. Glancing around at the books, he gently removed two more from the shelf, then walked over to the lady at the counter. "More books Cye?" He nodded with a soft smile. "Of course." She smiled as she took the books from him, and scanned them on the scanner. "They’re due back in two weeks." Cye nodded. "Thank you ma’am!" She laughed. "Don’t make me feel old. I’m only 18." Cye grinned. "Sorry. Well, thank you." "Anytime Cye." With a nod of his head he headed to the door, and walked out, to realize that he was instead falling. With a resound crash, he realized that he was no longer where he thought he was, and instead in a pool of clear liquid. Surfacing and gasping for breath, only one thing could escape his lips. "Where am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Los Angeles, California 2001 A.D. "Hey buddy, I think that you’ve had one too many. Hit the road." The man grumbled as he rose to his feet, and stumbled to the door. "Kento, Darling, he wasn’t TOTALLY wasted yet. You didn’t have to throw him out so soon." Kento smiled at Kayura. "Well sis, he was looking at you a little more then I want people to look at you." The woman laughed. "Kento, that’s just gonna make us lose costumers. They ALL stare at me." Kento shrugged. "I see your point. Well, anyways, I’m just looking out for you." Kayura laughed and patted her bouncer brother on the head. "Hey, bartender chick! Beer me!" Sighing, Kayura walked over to the men that waited impatiently at the bar. Kento glanced around as Kayura turned back to him. "Hey, Kento, can you go get the crates out from the back?" He nodded as he waltzed to the backroom, and noticed that the moment he entered, he was no longer in the bar. Instead he was in a well-lit corridor in a huge mansion that he had never in his life seen before. "Where the fuck am I?" ~~**^^**~**^^**~~ Duo Maxwell walked through the huge house, as he heard a cry of surprise. "What the?" Curiosity getting the best of him, he dropped what he was doing and headed towards the source of the voice. Quickly, he walked out into the garden, when he noticed there was someone present. "Where am I?" Duo immediately recognized the voice to be male. And very distinctly Irish. Duo liked Irish accents, they were so pretty.... "Dude! Sexy lawn ornament!" Duo cried out, the moment he got close enough to get a good look at the boy. "Where am I?" The boy asked again, his patience being tried. "Uh, I think I should get to ask the first question. What are you doing in my house?" "Answer me first." "Fine. You’re on L3." "L3? Is that in America?" Duo laughed. "Course not! Don’t you know anything?" The boy hung his head. "I guess not. I mean, I was on a boat to America from England, because we were suffering from the potato famine. And then, I was here..." "Damn it! Rowen, I told you not to screw with time!" Rowen raced into the room, tripping over a body that he had barely noticed before. Landing flat on his face, Rowen looked over to see what had tripped him. Kneeling before him was a small blonde, his hair cut short and his robes those of the creamiest white. "What the? Why is there a guy with his butt in the air?" Rowen asked as Duo looked up. "Wow, he’s hot too." Duo stated, before turning his attention back to the boy in the middle of the garden. It was then that Rowen noticed that there was something in the pool that resided in the center of the garden. "What the?" Racing over to the water, he realized that it was actually a boy in the water, swimming laps around their pool. "Nice water you’ve got! But it hurts my eyes..." The boy stated, as Rowen ran up to the edge of the water. "Please come out!" He shouted as the boy shrugged, climbing out of the water and shaking himself off. To Rowen’s amazement, he was wearing only a pair of tight shorts. "Hullo! I’m Cye, and you would be?" "Umm... Rowen." The boy smiled brightly. "Nice to meet you! Would there be any way for me to find where I am? I was walking out of the Atlantian library, and then I was falling and I ended up here! Odd, isn’t it?" "Well, you’re on L3, 195 A.C." The boy smiled and nodded. "Thank you." It was within the next moment that someone walked up to Rowen, tapping him on the shoulder. "Umm, excuse me, but where the hell am I?" Rowen turned at the burly man, and sighed. "You’re on L3." "Uh, is that some hip new word for L.A.?" Rowen sighed, shaking his head. "No, but why don’t you stay here for a few minutes while I go see if anyone else shows up? I seem to have had an.... Accident while using my computer, and I brought a bunch of people from all different times in the past." Both men nodded, Kento eyeing Cye’s wet and shirtless form with interest. Rowen smiled, then headed off towards Duo. It was that moment that a scream pierced the air, as Rowen’s head shot up. "Duo, watch these four!" Rowen stated as he ran out of the room. Duo groaned. "Come on, do you really expect me to make a good watch for four really hot guys? Where have you been Ro...?" "Rowen raced up the stair, following the source of the scream and recognizing it as his room. "Shit..." He muttered, as he swung open the door to see a cowering figure curled up in a ball, his fingers crossed across each other. "Demon!" He cried, his fingers pointing at the television. Rowen sighed as he walked over to the figure. "Are you alright? It’s just a TV." The boy looked up at him and yelped. "Where am I?" He asked as Rowen sighed. "Come with me downstairs and I’ll tell you." Nodding, the terrified boy rose, as Rowen noted he was wearing only a belted tunic and a very expensive looking collar. While the pair walked down the stairs, a blur raced by them, knocking them both down. "Help!" The person shouted, as he leapt behind them in fear. "That man is trying to kill me, yet he looks nothing like Cortez and his men!" "Stop running and face me!" Another person shouted as a man dressed as a gladiator ran over, bearing his sword and then pointing it at the group. "Dude, I’m sorry, but he’s not your opponent. You’re no longer in Rome. You’re on L3. Why don’t you come here, and I’ll explain everything." With a sigh of annoyance, the warrior sheathed his sword, and the Indian boy grabbed his spear that he had dropped when he had hidden. Leading them downstairs, he immediately walked over to Duo. "I found three more. Ones Egyptian, one’s an Indian, and one’s a gladiator. I’m going to go see if there’s anyone else. If you need help watching, ask the boy in the short shorts and the guy from old L.A." Duo nodded. "Got it." Rowen turned away and continued walking. Searching around, he realized that no one else was there. Or at least no one was until he set upon the kitchen. Inside was the dirtiest boy Rowen had ever seen, the boy’s clothes were torn and ripped everywhere, his hair in a sorry excuse for a braid, and covered in grim and grit. The brunette was indeed a site for sore eyes. Staying where he was, Rowen watched the boy, who was looking back and forth from what appeared to be a knife and a slice of white bread. Slowly, he reached for the bread, and with quick reflexes grabbed the breed, immediately crumbling to the floor in a ball, as far away from the knife as possible, and began nibbling on the bread. Glancing around nervously, the boy’s eyes met Rowen’s, the violet orbs widening in fear as he leapt to his feet, forgetting the piece of bread, and bolted from the room. "Please! Come back!" Rowen cried out as he took off after the boy who had a good head start over him. Racing down the hallway, Rowen stopped in front of a guest room, and peered in, noting that the boy was indeed hiding in the room, sobbing in fear. Carefully walking in and shutting the door, he clicked the lock to prevent the skittish boy from escaping. "Are you alright?" Rowen gently asked as the boy shivered in terror. "I’m not going to hurt you." Rowen stated, walking over to the boy and kneeling next to the longhaired brunette. The boy flinched as Rowen reached to touch him, his eyes tightening shut as he froze. "It’s Ok... You’ll be alright. I’m sorry that you’re stuck." The moment Rowen took his hand away from the boy, the child leapt to his feet again, running to the door and trying to open it, but failing. Obviously he was too old fashion to know the entire concept of unlocking a door. His body racking in sobs of distress, the boy fell to his knees. Rowen noted in mild interest that the boy never sat directly on his rear. "Don’t try to run. I told you I wont hurt you." Carefully Rowen walked over to the boy, as he whimpered. "My name’s Rowen, what’s yours?" The boy looked up, yet remained silent. "Can you speak English?" Rowen asked as the boy nodded. "My name is Sage." He finally said as Rowen gasped. The boy had the most gorgeous British accent! "It’s a pretty name." Rowen stated as Sage wiped the tears from his eyes. "Were you sent by Uncle Orthian?" He asked softly, his voice full of fear. "Who’s Orthian?" Sage sighed in relief. "Thank the gods.... I was so afraid that he would set me up to... work again. I do not wish to do it any more. I shan’t let myself be used any longer!" The boy stated angrily. Rowen sighed as he extended his hand to the boy. "Why don’t we have you come join the others and then you can take a bath." Sage gave the boy an accusing look, refusing to give his hand to Rowen. "Why are you being so nice?" "Because it’s my fault that you aren’t back at home with your family." Sage’s head hung. "What’s wrong?" "My mother and father have fallen ill and died from the Black Death..." Sage muttered as Rowen gasped. This boy was from the 1300’s. "I am sorry. Well, we better get going." Sage nodded, rising on his own and wincing as he rose. Waiting patiently for Rowen to unlock the door, the two headed downstairs. * * * * * To be continued......... |
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