Author’s Notes: Why, merry early Christmas everybody! (Or happy what-you-celebrate!) Do I really have a new chapter for this story? Indeed I do my lovelies. Can you believe it? Santa really does exist! XD I’m finally on vacation, so I finally got to sit down and actually write something I wanted to and wasn’t forced to do. (Curse college essays and finals!) So yeah, maybe I’ll even get the next chapter out before school starts up again a month from now. Cross your fingers. But for now, enjoy this and ponder the mysteries it presents to you. X3

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to Lego and/or anyone else who owns them. This fic also contains yaoi, slash, and/or shounen-ai, which all mean boyxboy love. If you don’t like that sort of thing, I suggest turning back before your eyes are burned out of their sockets. Enjoy! XD

“Still the One”
By: Green Devil
Part I “Do You Remember?”

The dying forest—no, it was already dead—was eerily quiet save for the loud pants and hurried footsteps of him and his comrade. They were wounded, but they continued on. They had to. He tugged on the other’s arm, urging him to move faster, but this only caused a stumble and slowed them down even more.

“Come on, we’re almost there.” He pulled the smaller one closer and blurry shades of green met his eyes. He couldn’t see clearly anymore; his eyesight was failing like the rest of his body. His muscles, burning with the physical exertion forced upon them, threatened to give, yet he pushed past the pain and instead concentrated on the safety of the other.

Breaths came in shallow gasps. “I-I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“It’s just over this hill. We’ll be safe there.” If one of his arms hadn’t been broken, he would’ve carried the other. “Come on—” The name went unheard as an explosion suddenly blew them apart. His eyes fluttered open weakly and three new figures could be seen surrounding the verdant one. Three others encircled him as well. There was laughter followed by a swift kick to his stomach before everything was stained with spots of black.

Eyelids snapped open to reveal clouded eyes of jade, pale body jerking into a sitting position coated in a cold sweat. Bed covers pooled around a bare waist and a palm moved to rub against a rock hard abdomen as if to sooth. It wasn’t hurting, but really, should it have?

‘That dream again.’ The hand moved to run through shoulder-length, sleep-mused ebony locks. ‘It’s the sixth time now and nothing’s ever different,’ he breathed a sigh, pushing away the blanket to unveil his legs clothed in baggy black pajama pants, ‘so is it really just a dream?’

The sound of the radio blaring the day’s weather suddenly assaulted his ears, startling him out of his thoughts. It was his alarm clock going off, meaning it was time to get up and get ready for class. He shut off the music just as it began to play and stood, stretching to work out the kinks in his back. After a few satisfying pops he locked himself in the room’s adjoining bathroom.

The bedroom was small, but it was all that a college student away from home like him could afford. The three other rooms of the apartment belonged to his roommates, who he shared the rent with. The bed took up most of the space while a desk with his laptop and clock sitting atop it, along with a chair, took up the rest. The room was free of clutter, however, so it wasn’t as cramped as it seemed. Any visitors had to pile on the bed if they didn’t want to be in the way on the small amount of floor though. The color scheme was of blacks and dark grays giving the room an ominous feel—the heavy drapes almost completely blocked out the sun—but there was a reason for it: his eyes were very sensitive to light.

When the boy finally emerged about half an hour later he wore dark gray jeans with a black short-sleeved button-up shirt, the top two left undone to reveal a sliver of his finely toned chest. His arms were nicely sculpted as well, not overly big, but it was easy to tell he had quite a bit of strength. Midnight tresses were pulled back into a low ponytail reaching just past his shoulders while two lone locks dangled before his eyes, refusing to be slicked back with the others. He was quite the looker and often had girls, as well as guys, fawning over him, but he was shy by nature around those he didn’t know and wasn’t into one night stands. Though he had bedded a couple, he believed in finding ‘the one’ and was always on the lookout.

A quick scan of the room found his equally black boots sitting by the bed, ‘steel-toe’ as the small yellow letters read across the sides. He slipped them on, grabbed his keys off the desk along with his backpack, and exited the room. The sight of an empty living room greeted him, roommates still in their own quarters and getting ready, as the sounds of running water and blow-dryers could attest.

He plucked an appealing green apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen, deeming it a worthy breakfast and went to knock on the door closest to his own while munching on the sweet and sour fruit. “Hey Pohatu, you ready yet? We’re gonna be late . . . again.” he shouted, hoping to be heard over the noise of whatever it was that was turned on in there.

An obviously male voice called back to him. “I’m going, I’m going!” Objects could be heard being thrown about before the door opened. Tangerine eyes glared at him playfully. “We can’t all get ready as fast as you Onua.”

The ebony-haired boy, Onua, chuckled. “Then maybe you should wake up earlier,” he replied and flicked the other’s forehead before walking away to toss his apple core with a smirk. Dark sunglasses were then placed over his eyes, shielding them from the harsh morning light filtering in through the living room window. It didn’t help that the walls were all white and bare of any decorations, the rays annoying him more than usual because of this. Student apartment complexes didn’t allow unnecessary holes in the walls, so there was nothing to make it homier.

Pohatu scowled, but did nothing to retaliate aside from rubbing his head. Instead, he turned back to check his appearance one last time in the full-length mirror inside his bedroom. Short, auburn fuzz covered the back and sides of his head while small spikes set the top, his orange eyes a nice tie in. A white undershirt showed through the undone buttons of his dark brown dress shirt, draped over khaki pants and brown sneakers. The clothing covered an athletic frame with tanned skin and where Onua had most of his strength in his arms, Pohatu had his in his legs. He was on the college’s soccer team with a full scholarship after all.

Once sure that he looked all right, the auburn-haired boy joined his friend on the couch after grabbing a banana. Their kitchen needed to be restocked so fruit was the only thing on the menu for the time being. They were poor college students though, so unless someone had cash they weren’t pitching in with, the refrigerator would stay empty for a while.

“Hey Tahu, Kopaka, we’re leaving without you! ‘Kay bye!”

“Shut up Pohatu!” was the snarled reply, causing the two in the living room to share a laugh. Seconds later another boy emerged from his room—Tahu. “If my car wouldn’t have decided to die on me I wouldn’t even have to go with you guys.” He gave a frustrated sigh and slipped his hand over the neat patterns of fiery-hued corn rows atop his head—primarily crimson with dashes of orange and yellow here and there. His ruby eyes held a hint of tiredness, meaning he would much rather be sleeping at the moment. A red, collared, short-sleeved polo shirt clung tightly to his toned upper body while faded orange, almost rust-colored, pants covered his legs—baggy, yet held onto his waist by a scarlet belt to match the color of his worn combat boots. In one hand he held his favorite lighter—silver with flames etched into the sides—and was fiddling with it by opening and closing the lid. It was a habit that could easily get annoying if one concentrated too hard on it.

“You’re just lucky we all have the same first class Tuesdays and Thursdays and decided to do this car pool thing. If not you’d so be taking the bus.” Pohatu grinned.

Tahu’s fiddling became more aggressive as his temper flared. It was fairly easy to get him riled up, even though he’d been working to control his anger. Pohatu loved to get on his case and damn if it always worked. “I’m gonna k—”

“Just shut up and let’s go. I’d rather not be late.” A new, uncaring voice spoke up behind the crimson-haired boy. He calmly pushed past the one standing in his doorway, stepping toward the front door of the four bedroom, three bathroom apartment.

Ruby eyes sparked with anger. “Kopaka, you . . .” he could only growl as the rest of his sentence died on his lips, a friendly hand on his shoulder serving to cool him off a bit.

“Calm down. It’d be better if we didn’t hate each other all through class and the way there. Now come on.” Onua smiled, ushering his friends out the door. They could still make it if they hurried.

Kopaka smirked, brushing away a stray lock of long, snow-white hair from his almost too pale forehead. Icy eyes stared teasingly at Tahu, but the crimson-haired boy tried his best to ignore it. Light gray jeans fit snuggly but weren’t confining against long legs, feet sporting white combat boots while an equally colorless long-sleeved, button-up shirt wrapped his torso. Everything about him screamed perfectionist from the way there was not a wrinkle in his attire nor a hair out of place on his head. He was incredibly handsome, as were all four of them, always getting stares of admiration, especially when together.

A quick race through the parking lot to Onua’s black Mustang to see who would ride shotgun, with Pohatu being the winner, was followed by a round of traffic-dodging-while-looking-out-for-cops before they made it to the campus—the University of Kininui as the sign proudly announced—and found a parking space. From there it was a hectic run to the building their classroom was within, making it in and to their seats only a second before Professor Onewa began his lesson. The reason they hadn’t wanted to be late was because the teacher had a habit of patronizing those students through the entire period. He was a man who liked to make jokes, but was sarcastic about them most of the time and was known to have a bit of a temper. He was a fairly nice man in all though, wearing a suit of light browns that matched well with his short, cropped, dark brown hair and pretty blue eyes.

The four sat in the back of the auditorium-sized lecture hall, trying to get their breath back even as another slunk in after them unnoticed, cool and calm as ever. Onua smiled and waved him over. The taller boy was well-built without being overly muscular; wearing a simple steel gray blazer over a black shirt and slacks with boots as equally dark. Blood red eyes, always with a hint of knowing, regarded Onua favorably as their owner walked over, raven tresses reaching his middle back flowing unrestrained behind him. A silver hoop hung from the pale skin of his left ear, glinting in the artificial light as the newcomer tucked his hair behind it. The demeanor he gave off was all about control and indeed he seemed to have it over anyone he so chose and was even known for being the leader of a group that called themselves the Rahkshi, but he was nice, to Onua anyway. They were almost like brothers even.

“Hey Makuta. It’s about time you actually showed up for a class.” The jade-eyed boy chuckled, taking out his notes as his friend sat to his right, Pohatu to his left.

“It’s barely the second day Onua. Only nerds like you go to the first day of class.” Makuta grinned, laughing quietly so that the Professor wouldn’t notice.

Onua glared jokingly. “I am not a nerd.”

“Oh that’s right. A perfect GPA certainly doesn’t make you a nerd,” the elder replied sarcastically, but it was all in good fun.

“Some of us are actually trying to learn about rocks here you know,” Pohatu suddenly interrupted. “Shut up already. This geology teacher’s actually pretty cool.”

An apology was mumbled before all attention was given to the lecture at hand, pens and pencils furiously writing down information while others merely listened, thinking they could remember it all without taking notes.

“Yo, Kopaka,” Tahu whispered, lightly pulling on the other’s hair to get his attention. An icy glare was given for his efforts, but he simply shrugged it off and continued, “Am I the only one who gets a weird vibe from that guy?” Ruby orbs briefly slid to the one on the far end of their row, Makuta.

The white-haired boy followed his gaze, but didn’t dare linger. “No,” was the simple answer and though it wasn’t much, the redhead was thankful he wasn’t the only one who thought so. Apparently he wasn’t going crazy from lack of sleep. Onua never seemed to complain about him though.

It was an hour of lecture about rocks and minerals later that the class finally ended, leaving Tahu and Kopaka rushing for their next class in a building on the other side of the campus while Pohatu, Makuta, and Onua went their own separate ways, each with a different lesson to attend. The jade-eyed boy had some extra time to kill before his though, so decided to head to the food court to get a decent meal in his stomach. A low growl told him this would be wise, but after a wallet check it was figured that he’d have to settle for something simple and cheap.

Onua sighed as he maneuvered through the crowd of students, almost robotic in his movements, eyes downcast and hidden behind his sunglasses. The weather outside was nice and mild, the heat accompanied by a cool breeze. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, but the sun wasn’t beating down too harshly, thankfully. The beautiful weather sure made things seem boring, however, not to mention it added to one’s laziness. Maybe he’d think of pulling a ‘Makuta’ and skip his next class. One absence couldn’t hurt.

As his thoughts continued down this track, a purely musical peel of laughter abruptly sent his thought train derailing and crashing horribly off a cliff, his ears picking it out as something special even through all the noise of the campus. He was easily able to identify the source for his hearing was just as sensitive as his sight. When he did, he could’ve sworn his heart stopped. There, sitting at one of the many tables littering the outside of the building that housed the food court, was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on; a male from the looks of it sporting a most infectious grin. Unfortunately, other then a shock of green hair, he wasn’t able to notice anything further for the crowd surrounding his table became denser and blocked him from sight.

But the ebony-haired boy continued to stare, mouth slightly agape as stood at the entrance to the building where he had jerked to a halt, much to the dismay of those behind him. A rough shove brought him back to reality.

“Hi Onua. What’s so interesting?” a familiar voice spoke up beside him. An arm was thrown around his shoulders, but it belonged to the owner of a different voice, this one not as deep.

“Yes, do tell.” The two looked around for the source of the other’s amazement, yet found nothing that could be worthwhile, except maybe the crowd.

Onua blinked rapidly, pulling his glasses down somewhat to hide the blush of embarrassment he knew was there. “I—it’s nothing guys. Really.”

The one holding onto him grinned, red-orange eyes twinkling with mischief. His hair was a pale green color, short and done up in messy spikes. His build was lean and he stood just a bit taller than Onua. “You know Vorahk, I think he’s lying.”

The partner in crime was the mirror-image of the other, except for his hair being the color of a raven. They had the same style of clothing as well, black leather pants, sleeveless shirts to match their hair color, and dark, leather biker jackets. The word ‘Rahkshi’ was proudly displayed on their backs along with their symbol of what looked to be a snake curling down from a ceiling. They were part of Makuta’s gang.

“I agree Lerahk,” the taller of the two snickered. “Maybe he wants to see what’s in that crowd?”

“No guys, really. I don’t have time for this. I have to get to class.” The jade-eyed boy tried to protest as he was dragged over.

“Nonsense. It didn’t look like you were heading toward class, unless you were on your way to lunch one-oh-one.” Lerahk replied, sharing a laugh with his fellow Rahkshi.

Vorahk smirked. “He’s so shy. You suppose there’s some cutie past there?” They were standing at the back of the crowd now, but neither could see for all the bodies blocking the way. Onua could hear though, and that voice was oh so melodious. They seemed to be talking about some kind of party, but the sweet voice, laced with a pout now, was saying to hurry because he was going to be late for his art class.

‘Art? Oh praise the Great Spirit if he has the same class as mine.’ Onua found himself praying. He wouldn’t be skipping now.

Lerahk began to get frustrated for no amount of maneuvering would allow him to see. “Fine then,” he growled and began shoving people aside, garnering many cries of protest and the domino effect at one point. The worst part was that he was pushing Onua in front of him like a snowplow, Vorahk trailing behind, grinning. With one last, hard thrust the jade-eyed boy had broken through to the center and promptly lost his balance while falling forward. Fast reflexes were the only things that kept his face from meeting the stone table, hands expertly catching himself. All was quiet save for the hoots of the two who had pushed him.

Onua’s face couldn’t have turned any redder. He lifted himself upright, planning to make a run for it, but locked eyes with the most breathtaking pools of lime green he had ever seen, forcing him to stay. “S—sorry,” was the only thing he could get out before his tongue decided to tie itself in a knot and stop working. There was a flash behind his eyes.

Orbs of lime looked to him with nothing but love in their depths. This would be forever. He just knew it. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“Let’s not think about that. ‘What ifs’ never do any good.” He peppered a few kisses down a slender neck.

“I guess you’re right.” Was that the same laugh?

He was then pulled back and dragged from the crowd, that giggle still ringing in his head. He didn’t fight the pull on his body, just stared ahead blankly until fingers were snapping before his hidden eyes.

“Well that was uneventful. They were just handing out flyers for a party. Odd how that guy had different colored eyes though.” Lerahk commented, straightening up after waking Onua from his trance.

Vorahk had a sly smirk on his lips. “I think our little friend has a crush. If it wasn’t time to meet the others I’d say we pursue this further, but for now, see ya later Onua.” He waved his partner over as he began to walk off. The green-haired one gave a whine, but followed obediently.

Jade orbs held pure confusion. ‘What . . . was that?’ He furrowed his brow. First he was seeing things in his sleep, now they were popping up when he was awake, but this hadn’t been anything like his dream. It was as if it was provoked. ‘This is weird.’ A look at the crowd showed that it was beginning to disperse, a tell tale sign that classes would begin soon. Onua took the hint and headed for his own classroom, all thoughts of food forgotten.

His art class wasn’t far, right across the street really, so he made it with time to spare, in which he busied himself with watching the door to the grand lecture hall, hoping to see that shock of green come through it. To his dismay, no such person entered and he resigned himself to partially listening to the teacher prattle on about art styles. Most of his thoughts were on what he’d seen, so he didn’t end up with very good notes. The Great Spirit wasn’t on his side apparently.

A boring hour and twenty minutes later, Onua finally met up with his friends again for their last class of the day, the lab they were forced to take for their geology class, which was one of the few classes that wasn’t in a hall with hundreds of students, but rather a regular-sized, thirty person classroom. Kopaka and Pohatu were already waiting for him at one of circular tables, but Tahu wouldn’t be joining them because that time slot hadn’t matched with his schedule.

“Whoa. You look a little out of it Onua. You okay?” the auburn-haired boy wondered, gesturing to the other’s slightly rumpled appearance.

“I’m fine, but you won’t believe what happened.” He sat beside Kopaka who had Pohatu on his left. “I saw this guy who—”

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here? All the other tables are full.”

The ebony-haired one gaped, tongue once again refusing to work. Maybe the Great Spirit really was on his side.

Pohatu smiled. “No, it’s free. Go right ahead.” He gestured toward the chair and offered his hand. “’Name’s Pohatu.”

The newcomer shook it happily. “Nice to meet you.” Kopaka offered his name as well before all eyes turned to Onua, mouth hanging open slightly. The white-haired boy delivered a light kick to his shin to get his head out of the clouds.

“You’re being rude. Introduce yourself.”

“Oh. Um, I’m Onua.” He stuck out his hand, mentally slapping himself for staring so openly.

“My name’s Lewa.” There was a faint blush on his creamy cheeks. “Have we met before? I feel like I know you.”

Onua tilted his head slightly. “I feel the same way about you.”

Lewa’s lime green eyes suddenly lit up with recognition. “Oh! You’re the one who crashed into the table I was sitting at earlier. You’re okay though, right?”

The taller of the two couldn’t have felt more crushed. He was known as ‘the guy that crashed into that table’ by the cutest guy he’d ever met. How could this be?! “Yeah, I’m fine.” Pohatu had to muffle his laughter while Kopaka merely smirked. They’d get the story out of him later.

The teacher signaling the beginning of class stole their attention then, a big, burly man named Whenua wearing a dark suit with short black hair styled in large clumps of spikes with two sets of bangs going down the sides of his face, but reaching no farther than his light green eyes. Not as bright as Lewa’s though, Onua mused. From behind the safety of his darkened lenses, he sat back and took the time to admire the beauty before him while feigning looking at the board the Professor was pointing at.

Lewa was about two inches shorter than him by the look of it with short emerald tresses slicked back against his scalp, long bangs left to frame his face wildly, each tip a lime green color to match his eyes. A jade, sleeveless t-shirt fit snugly over his torso, leaving nothing to the imagination, and bared a perfect sliver of midriff for it didn’t reach all the way down to the pale green cargo pants that hung off his waist. Simple green tennis shoes and two gold rings in his left ear completed the ensemble. His frame was lithe and seemed fairly acrobatic. A gymnast maybe?

“So, Lewa, you have a brother or a sister?” Onua quickly snapped his eyes away as Pohatu spoke, trying to act as if he had been listening to the teacher the entire time by turning to the next page in his notebook, as if he’d been writing things down like the others.

Kopaka shot the brunette a glare. “Pohatu . . .” he warned, noticing Lewa’s awkward shift in posture.

“What? If he’s this cute, the siblings have to be as well, right?” the orange-eyed boy grinned as if he was talking about the most natural thing in the world. “Besides, looks like Onua already has his eyes on this one.” He winked.

The emerald-haired boy blushed, sneaking a glance at the hidden eyes of the one across from him before looking down at the table.

Onua’s face was flushed pink as well. “W—wha? Pohatu!” he growled softly, not wanting to bring attention to himself.

“Um, I actually do have a brother.” Lewa spoke up in an attempt to change the direction the conversation had turned.

Pohatu’s demeanor seemed to brighten. “Really? Awesome! I propose a double date. Onua and I will take you and your brother out for a night on the town. What do you say?”

Snowy locks shifted with the shake of a head. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you? And what about Gali?” There was a smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this.

Tangerine eyes glared back at him. “Shush! You’re forbidden from this conversation.” Sure he’d been going after Gali, but it’s not like they were an item or anything yet. He was still free to see other people.

Lewa actually perked up with the idea though. “Ah! You know, my roommates are having a party tomorrow night. You guys should come. I’d love to see you there.” He smiled a beautiful smile at Pohatu before turning to Onua. “On one condition, however.”

The black-haired male nodded. “Name it.”

“I wanna see your eyes.” He didn’t wait for a response and unabashedly reached for the sunglasses, snatching them off the other’s face before a protest could be made. Onua furrowed his brows as he willed his eyes to adjust to the abrupt change in lighting. Orbs of jade then locked with lime, finally no barrier between them. It sparked something in both their minds.

Their eyes were locked. “I’ll protect you, don’t worry. I’ll always be there for you.”

“I know.” They snuggled closer. “But it’s just—”

“Um, guys?” Pohatu waved his hand between the two, waking them.

Lewa hurriedly brushed it off by placing the lenses over his own eyes. “So do I look cool or what?” he smirked.

Onua’s lips mirrored the smaller one’s. “Breathtaking really, but I need those back. Besides, I love seeing your eyes.” Did he really just say that? Oh how his words loved to betray. He’d been hanging around with Pohatu too much.

The lime-eyed boy’s cheeks tinged pink as he handed back the shades. “Why do you wear them inside buildings anyway?” he questioned with a curious tilt of the head.

“Onua’s vision, and hearing, is a little sensitive. The light will give him migraines if he doesn’t wear them and loud noises can wreak havoc on his eardrums.” Pohatu happily offered as his friend replaced the sunglasses, nodding.

“Oh, but the party is going to have loud music. Wouldn’t that be bad?” Lewa was genuinely concerned for the other’s well being.

Onua shook his head though, reassuring. “It’s fine. I’ve learned to tune things out. It’s the surprise noises that get to me.”

The smaller one brightened. “Great! Here’s a flyer. The party starts at eight.” Hurried shifting and the stuffing of things into backpacks sounded all around them, signaling the end of class. Lewa hurriedly joined in. “The address is on there. I look forward to seeing you again.” He gave a wink before exiting the classroom with the crowd of students, in a hurry to meet his brother. Jade eyes watched him go, filled with amazement, before picking up his own stuff.

“You should’ve asked to walk with him.” Pohatu chimed in as they left.

“We have to pick up Tahu.” Kopaka retorted as they made their way to where they were suppose to meet.

“Oh yeah. Ah well, you’ll see him Friday in any case. By the way, you’ve really fallen for him, haven’t you?” the brunette’s smirk was sly, orange eyes knowing.

Onua nodded without hesitation, almost as a reflex, even though his timidity showed in his blush. “Yeah, I’ve fallen for him. You know, I think he might even be ‘the one.’”

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Friday night couldn’t have come sooner. Onua only had one class scheduled for the day early in the morning, which was a boring fifty minutes of calculus note taking, so to him the day seemed to drag on endlessly. What was worse, he’d had that dream again and it had been bugging him all day for there had been more added to it. He shivered as the images flowed back into his mind.

He’d been kicked hard enough to knock any normal person out cold, followed by a few blows to the head, but he continued to fight to stay conscious, eyes never leaving the body of the other he’d been with. He wanted so desperately to crawl over and hug him close, but he had no strength left in his limbs. He laid there like an unwanted rag doll that had been tossed aside without a care.

There was another green figure over there, though this one was darker and sinister-looking. It picked up the one he held dear and if his vision hadn’t been so blurred he could’ve sworn a long tongue licked it’s way up the smaller figure’s cheek before a large grin was sent his way that for all the world said ‘I win.’ He felt sick, and with a final hit his eyes finally slipped closed.

He sat staring blankly at his computer screen as he tried to make sense of it all. He’d been sidetracked while writing a paper for a class, the open document’s cursor blinking in an attempt to urge him to continue. Now he just couldn’t though.

‘Why am I plagued by these visions? It use to only be when I slept but now, since I met Lewa . . . It’s like they’re triggered by him but . . . What the hell do they mean?!’ He growled, eyes scrunched up as he rubbed at his temples. The whole thing was starting to give him a headache.

“Onua, you in there?” there was a knock on the door to his room.

“Yeah, come on in.” the ebony-haired boy replied, going ahead and shutting down his computer. He wouldn’t be getting any work done anytime soon.

The door swung open, revealing a gleefully smiling Pohatu. “So, you ready for tonight? It’s your first date with him and all so I just wanted to check on you beforehand.”

“I don’t think this really qualifies as a date. He only said he looked forward to seeing me there.”

“Whatever. It’s all the same.” Pohatu shrugged. “By the way, I heard from Tahu that he saw Lewa with his brother and he wasn’t that bad looking. Knowing him, that was probably an understatement.”

The ebony-haired boy let out a light laugh. “I guess that’s good news for you then.”

“You know it,” was the upbeat reply.

A door suddenly opened and slammed shut in the other part of the apartment. “Aw, come on Kopaka. Everyone else it going out tonight. Why not us too? It’s boring here.” Tahu’s voice clearly whined.

“No Tahu, and I’m not changing my mind. Go by yourself or with Pohatu and Onua.”

Orange eyes peeked back into the hallway just in time to see Kopaka’s door slam in the redhead’s face. He laughed. “Shot down again Tahu?”

Ruby orbs glared back at the brunette. “Shut it Pohatu.” He snarled and stomped into his own room, locking the door behind him.

Pohatu just laughed louder, Onua shaking his head at him with a smirk.

When darkness had finally settled throughout the city, it was illuminated by various multicolored neon lights. The streets were filled with young college students looking for a good time, Pohatu and Onua being no exception. They had just arrived at the address on the flyer, but had to park down the street because there were no other empty spaces. It was a small house, but it had a big backyard, where most of the party was taking place. The door was open so they just walked right in, music pumping and drinks flowing, their contents a mystery. Right away they were flagged down by a very joyful, maybe slightly intoxicated, Lewa, lime green eyes almost fluorescent in the blue lights that had been set up around the house.

The emerald-haired boy giggled when they neared. “Onua, you’re not wearing your sunglasses.” He chirped, happily latching on to the elder’s arm. “You look really great without them.” The music wasn’t as loud inside seeing as the speakers were set up outside, so he didn’t have to shout to be heard.

Onua was overcome by that dazzling smile and could do nothing but blush, finding the brown carpet to be very interesting at the moment.

There was an unfamiliar chuckle beside them. “I’m guessing this one’s a bit shy, eh Lewa?”

Said boy’s grin widened with his nod. “Oh, I almost forgot. Onua, Pohatu, this is my older brother, Lehu. Lehu, this is Onua and Pohatu.” He pointed to each respectively.

The brothers’ looks were so similar they could have been mistaken for twins aside from a few oddities. A forest green, sleeveless shirt with a v-neck collar covered a lean torso while dark orange jeans with light green flames along the bottom of one leg led down to a pair of red boots. His hairstyle was the same as Lewa’s, but the back was longer and his bangs had a crimson tinge to their ends instead of lime. What really caught the friends by surprise, however, was the fact that his eyes were different colors, one a deep scarlet, the left a neon green. It wasn’t shocking to see oddly hued eyes where they lived, but it was rare to see someone who had them different colors.

When the two finally stopped staring, Pohatu let out an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry ‘bout that. Your eyes kinda caught me off guard. They’re really cool though.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

Lehu smiled. “It’s okay. I get that a lot.” He was quite handsome, just like the brunette had pictured. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for that.

After getting some drinks, Lewa led them over to a couch where they could sit down and talk for a while, get to know each other some more. Onua was happy with the idea. “So where are you two from? My hometown is Onukoro; Pohatu’s from Pokoro.”

“We moved between Kokoro and Takoro for a few years before finally settling down in Lekoro, so I guess that’s our hometown now.” Lehu answered, drinking from his cup like it was nothing. To Onua the alcohol was pretty strong.

“Hey, that means we’ve got someone from every city in our little group now. How weird is that?” the orange-eyed boy piped up, enjoying the drink a little too much.

The ebony-haired one nodded. “A strange coincidence indeed. Maybe it was fate?” He was a strong believer in how everyone had a destiny that intertwined with another’s. He paused. Perhaps something greater truly was at work. The resemblance between Lewa’s eyes and the ones in his visions was uncanny. No other had a set quite like those; not even that one his brother had was the same. But that still left the question of whether he was seeing the past, or the future. Yet, could someone really be able to do that or was it all just born from the stress of college life? Was his mind making this up?

“So how’d you and Onua meet? I’m guessing you’re really good friends.” The elder of the brothers asked.

Pohatu grinned. “Oh yeah, Onua and I go way back. Our dads are best friends so since they always ended up visiting each other with us in tow, we naturally became pals as well. He’s only older than me by a month so we each had someone our own age to grow up with. Not to mention he’s good to have around now since we share the rent for an apartment along with two other friends.”

“Us too!” Lewa replied. “Our friends Tamaru and Kongu share the rent for this house with us. They’re the ones who wanted this party, to kick off the school year. We’ve known them since we moved to Lekoro, which was about nine years ago.” He giggled, nuzzling into Onua’s side. He felt hot—too much to drink most likely. “They’re an item.”

“Did they really need to know that?” Lehu raised an eyebrow.

“I’m just saying. They make a cute—”

His brother cut him off. “Sorry, he likes to talk. Especially when he drinks.” He shook his head, though with a smile while Lewa pouted at him. A shake of his cup produced the sound of nothing but ice and had him asking if anyone else needed a refill. Pohatu quickly stood to help and they disappeared into the backyard.

Lewa gave an impish grin. “I thought they’d never leave.”

Onua raised a brow, “Wha—” but was cut off as heavenly soft lips were pressed against his. He couldn’t help himself; he pulled the other closer, receiving a light moan as their thighs brushed. He hadn’t expected their first kiss to be so heated—Lewa seemed so innocent—but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. It was the alcohol, had to be, not to mention the scene that could be seen behind closed eyelids.

The sky was clear and the suns were shining happily upon the group that was gathered, almost as if they were congratulating the four tallest ones for a job well done. The instruments of the band were somewhat barbaric—carved from trees?—but they produced an airy, upbeat tune to which all were joyously dancing to.

He had his arms wrapped around the emerald one’s waist, bodies moving like one to the beat. Their faces were flushed, high off each other’s heat and whatever was in that coconut shell he’d just set down, empty. Their eyes locked and their lips met like it was something natural for them. The feeling that passed through him was pure, unyielding love.

“Wow! Making out on the first date and it hasn’t even ended? Way to go Onua!” Pohatu’s voice brought his friend back from his daze and orbs of jade widened as he realized what happened. His lips felt almost lonely as they left the younger boy’s.

“I—I’m sorry! I didn’t—I couldn’t—um, please don’t hate me.” Onua lowered his head in shame, awaiting the slap he was sure would come; however, there was nothing but an embarrassed giggle.

“I was the one who started it you know. No need to apologize. There’s just something about you that I can’t quite place.” Lewa beamed, settling back onto the couch and leaning his head against the top of it, eyes never leaving the elder. “I like you, a lot.” He may have been tipsy, but he was still aware of what he was doing.

Lehu merely smiled and pulled Pohatu away, not wanting to ruin his brother’s happiness. Besides, Onua seemed like a nice enough guy.

The ebony-haired boy felt himself grow bold. “Then you wouldn’t mind if we . . .”

A shake of emerald tresses was his answer. “Not at all.” Lewa whispered and leaned up to press their lips together once more, arms moving to wrap around the taller one’s neck while a pair tentatively snaked around his waist.

‘Why does this feel so familiar?’ Onua couldn’t help but wonder, sliding his tongue across a pink bottom lip, asking for entrance that was granted without hesitation. It was like they’d done this hundreds of times before. So natural—meant to be? So what was that vision about? He couldn’t truly be certain, but something in the back of his mind was telling him that he might not like what was going on, not if his nightmare had something to do with it.

A/N: My, they got together rather quickly. XD That’s how much their love transcended time! (Also known as the authoress’ inability to drag things out when it comes to relationships... -cough-) Anyway, hope it was worth the wait. Let me know what you think, yes? The plot will begin to pick up with the introduction of the enemy, which is in the next chapter I believe. Hehe. Please review! You’ll be keeping the plot bunnies alive if you do. -nudgenudge- X3

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