Evlotion

Author\'s notes: All charcters and setting are mine and are not to be used without my permission. There are going to be some themes of homosexuality and rape in this story, so if any of this offends you, stop reading here.


Evolution


Somewhere in a neo-industrial city, where large skyscrapers were as tree in a forest, a new generation of revolutionist adolescents was being made sure they were noticed. They dressed in unsexual clothing, donned glitter and tried their best at climbing into social circles for the best connections.

The social pyramid was no longer for those over twenty-five.

At one of the highest points of the social ladder stood the Suisei building. It stood at 146 floors, and at night became akin to a kaleidoscopic castle tower. On its 137th floor was its evening highlight, its signature club, the Suisei Club. It took up four floors of the megaskyscraper completed with a levitating stage, two DJ booths, and three bars (only one served alcohol).

The evening was still in its infancy (it was only 9:00), but already the nightclub was filling rapidly. Nonetheless, only about 1/3 of the party goers outside was permitted entrance from the large, burly bouncers. Most of those who were able to pass security crowded in from of a stage that hovered four feet above the bottom floor.

\"No, you clunker, I said make those lights purple, not brown.\" A very flustered blond pounded on the keys of a decades-worn machine. \"And how on Earth did you get brown lights?\" She threw her arms in the air, her many shiny bracelets sliding down her forearms. She sighed, flipping a few platinum curls over an angular shoulder. \"Honestly, this thing is bound to die tomorrow.\"

A dainty chuckle came from behind the demihuman. \"Oh, you know it\'ll still be running the next night. It lives just to torment you\"

Xeinthia turned to her yellow-green eyes toward her best friend. \"Are you ready?\"

The raven haired teen nodded.

On the other side of the curtain, a large crowd of clubbers stood, their collective patience waning. A small gathering had pushed themselves through the rest, making a straight path for the front row. The bright lights of the club dimmed, resulting in an enthusiastic response. An unspoken chant of stomps and claps arose, random whistles and shouts were flying over people\'s heads. Soon the performer\'s name was heard throughout the four floors like an incantation.

With a flare that would have made Broadway proud, the curtains opened, a spotlight shone onto a raven-haired boy. Instantaneously, the audience roared, tiny lights flaring as glow sticks were lit up.

Aubrey walked with an almost feline grace, stopping scarcely two feet from the edge of the black platform. Brushed a lock of hair from his autumn brown eyes to glance down and give the front row a playful wink. He shook slightly, hit a few buttons on a miniature keyboard attached to his right wrist. He raised his hand above his head. With a quick semi-wave, went into the first song.

Lights came to life and dance on the fingerless gloves, sending input to a backstage computer that translated all the musician\'s movements into music. Sensors were places on varius places of his small framed body, creating an ability to make music through dance (sometimes even the performers own \"biorhythms\" contributed to the songs).

With a smile that lay an undertone of mischief, Aubrey began to sing. His voice waved into the large nightspot, a strong alto. Effortlessly, he sang without heaving as his danced, making it all appear to be simple child\'s play in his semi-wired platform shoes and high-tech elbow pads.

The rest of the singer\'s outfit was rather simple; dark violet flared pants hung with little room to spare off his tiny hips, and a loose-fitting black tank top that never seemed to stay still. Like the wearer. As Aubrey continued to his upbeat song and hyperactive dance, it would occasionally fly up, revealing a slim waist, a tiny slit of a navel and a flash of green scales that had a blue shimmer on the small of his back.

Because Aubrey Kalas was not completely human.

Yet that did not seem to affect how the young men and women dancing and watching his performance felt about him. Three nights a week the androgynous adolescent held a concert; they adored him, and their energy was like a hardcore drug. Aubrey could never get enough of it.

It didn\'t take long for him to spot a couple newbies to the club. Well, more like a couple who snuck in for the sake of making a good appearance to their peers. For they kept glancing around the fold like war orphans, occasionally giving Aubrey a look of \"what the fuck?\". Of course they didn\'t get it. Aubrey was singing in fluent Japanese, only slipping in some English (mostly just the choruses), just for the effect. The young virtuosos only winked at them before ending the song.

As he took a ten second break with a bottle of water, Aubrey searched the audience for a familiar head of blond hair. It didn\'t take long for him to find her standing at one of the bars, dialing a number on her cell phone.

Zadah Forests glanced impatiently at her watch. He was late, again. The blond sighed unhappily, pulled out a cell phone from her pocket. Evilish thoughts tinker taped through her mind with every push of a button.

Miles from the chaos of the skyscraper jungle, placed comfortably in the tree older than some surnames, a tiny pseudo suburbia\'s lights innocently shone. The roofs of the houses were nearly hidden completely amongst the treetops, the streetlights looked like ornamental lights for a miniature model town. Planted like flowers on top of this hill were three homes. An occupant in the third was himself in a post-hormonal nap, so to say. Until he was ripped out of the Sandman\'s romping by his phone.

\"Hello?\" The catlike boy rubbed the sleepiness from his left eye, his long, bushy tail swaying lazily.

\"Adam!\" An impatient, almost shrill voice screeched from out the speaker. \"Why the hell are you still home? You were suppose to be here twenty minutes ago!\"

Adam stole a quick glance at a clock shaped like the Playboy logo. \"I\'m sorry! I was taking a cat nap and lost track of time. That tends to happen while you\'re asleep, you know.\"

On the other end, Zadah rolled her eyes while trying to suppress a smirk. \"Hybrid humor, I see. Are you sure you were only taking a nap? I\'ll be over soon, so you should start getting ready.\"

\"Okay, I love you.\"

Zadah smiled, \"I love you too.\"

The young hybrid hung up, letting himself fall back on the bed. His long, black-streaked hair flew around him, quickly falling over his lean arms. Adam sighed contentedly. A slight blush soon came over his cheeks. She would know. And she would taunt him for it.

Hurriedly, he leapt down from his perch. Clothes soon littered the floor as the pretty boy, or \"bishounen\" invaded his private bathroom. A quick shower would do.

They spray of unpolluted water was a welcome for the teen. He leaned back, pressing his back against the blue tile wall, inhaling deeply. Water poured over his large, feline ears, seeped into his long hair, drenching it and flattening it onto his sensitive scalp. Adam reached above his head, pressed a few buttons on the room\'s control panel (the first two buttons were for the water temperature, the others were for steam and a preset for a body dryer). The brunette sat on a bench built into the wall, dizzy from the first intake of the aroma therapy steam. Yet it didn\'t take long for him to fully feel the effect of it, either. Adam\'s soft skin started having the feeling of \"Fairy Dust\" raining down on him, and his head started to feel as if it returned to Earth. Leaning further into the downpour, he tilted his head up. Still, he didn\'t bother moving his hair from his face.

Xeinthia sighed, discouraged again with the out-of-date machinery. As she once again fought with the many dials and buttons, oblivious to her surroundings. Otherwise, she would have kicked out a redheaded young woman how had somehow slipped in, and was not too casually making her way to Aubrey\'s improvised dressing room.

The high school senior nonchalantly tossed her ringlets out of her way. Gave a death glare to some of the blinking lights. If something good didn\'t happen (like, say a miracle), it looked pretty well like the ancient device was about to meet its long foreseen end.

Aubrey took a bow, the second song had ended. Still, he felt as alert as ever, nonetheless, had to stop. A strobing red light above the first bar flashed. Xeinthia was having problems with the equipment. It was extremely rare for her to flash the \"help me\" light. Faintly annoyed, the performer made his way to the backstage control room. Smoke was already starting to sting his almond eyes.

Waving her hands violently, Xeinthia was coughing. \"Ah, fuck.\" She gasped between hacks.

A used fire extinguisher lay at her feet.

Aubrey shook his head, rested the heel of his right hand on his forehead. \"What are you doing, Xeinthia?\"

The tech aid just glared at the burnt machinery. \"It tried to kill me.\"

He raised an eyebrow. \"Xeinthia?\"

She had started to fidget. \"I swear it did. It was just waiting for the right moment to attack me! When no-one was looking, absolutely no witnesses, and look! It did! Right as I was alone with the evil thing, it tried to take me to the grave with it!\"

Aubrey placed his gloved hands on his narrow hips. \"Do you honestly expect me to believe that clunking piece of machinery tried to kill you? It finally broke beyond repair, yes. It became a homicidal stalker, no.

\"So you happened to be using it when its time ran out. I don\'t see how it was personally after you.\" He paused, a mischievous grin appeared. \"But I don\'t know. Is there a deity you pissed off somewhere? Maybe your -\"

\"Aubrey!\"

\"-had a talk with it and got jealous.\"

Xeinthia gave a death glare. \"All right! So maybe it wasn\'t trying to kill me.\"

Aubrey nodded, smiling. \"Now you get it.\"

\"It was trying to murder me.\"

The dark-haired boy fell to the floor. Only a sigh came from the seventeen-year-old.


He was still silently chuckling to himself as he opened the dressing room door. For the next hour (much to his and Xeinthia\'s annoyance), he couldn\'t perform. The club\'s owner had been kind enough to send some \"emergency electronics\" to them. The only major complication came when he had ever so politely asked for an explanation.

Of course, he did a waltz over eggshells with the duo. When half the stability of his business rested on the shoulders of two teenagers, he needn\'t push the wrong buttons. In the end, the call had been prompt and to the point. Nonetheless, the owner still \"hung up\" feeling like an elementary student after conversing with the principal.

Aubrey shut the door silently, leaning his forehead against it. A deep sigh escaped his doll-like mouth. He closed his eyes, almost wishing to be back in bed. The air mattress in the room would have to make do. Throwing off his equipment (and shrinking three good inches after removing his enhanced platform boots), he turned, looking forward to a good nap.

The boy\'s eyes narrowed at a redhead seated on that very bed. \"What are you doing here?\"


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