Kame Otoku, A foray into Trevime!

[Edmonds]

So I was thinking that I haven't shared any of my writing, but I wanted to write something that everyone, or mostly everyone, would enjoy on the boards, ya know? Why? Because I felt that you would enjoy it if I wrote a story about us! Here's the idea...

One day a mysterious man only known as K summons eight kids to a secret meeting. The note will change their lives forever, sending them reeling into dangers previously unknown and bonding them with unimaginable strength.

Dun dun dun! Actually I'm trying to make it as anime-like as possible, so basically it's humor and action, not drama. Hmmm... anyway. I'll be updated bi-weekly on Mondays and Fridays. I hope you find it funny, because that's what I intended it for.

The cast consists of Trevor, Megan, Amanda, Alex, Hannah, Patrick, Andrew, and Boy!Alex in addition to the mysterious K-Sama. Now do read on:

Part One: Miserable Mornings

Trevor was sleeping soundly through most of the morning when he was awoken by a tap-tap at the window. Groggily he swiped his hand at his alarm clock causing it to tumble off and hit him in the head. Not the best start to a morning that, Trevor was sure, would turn out to be not-so-great.

"God damn." It was only 7 in the morning, way too early to get up after only three hours of sleep. Pressing his head back into the soft pillow, Trevor hoped whoever was responsible for the tapping would leave.

Tap-tap. They hadn't left and seemed, if anything, to be more determined to get his attention. Tap-tap. Still ignored, the intruder decided to switch tactics.

A dog barked outside his house and Trevor groaned, burying his face still deeper into his pillow. Finding that this inhibited his breathing, Trevor removed his face and sighed. He might as well get up, he reasoned. If only to yell at the person who had disrupted him.

Climbing out of bed, Trevor walked to the backdoor and groped for the doorknob. His eyes still hadn't readjusted to the daylight and it blinded him temporarily, as he tried to see the stranger who had reappeared outside the door. The sensation of vomit rising in this throat replaced his blindness a few moments later.

"What the hell did you do?" he managed to say as he clutching his stomach in pain.

"Oh..." said Megan, pointing at her light green hair. Her eyes were red and shining happily. "This? I didn't do it."

"You're joking, right? No one has worse taste than you."

"Not funny. I just woke up and it was like this. I mean, look at you!"

"What about me? I'm perfectly fine. You're the ugly one."

"Am not. I'll prove it."

With that, Megan grabbed Trevor by the arm and dragged him into the bathroom. One look at the mirror caused Trevor to really vomit.

"Nasty. Think you could've made it to the toilet at least?"

"I look horrible."

His hair was longer than before, but the same color. His eyes had darkened entirely. It wasn't the colors that bother Trevor so much, as the fact he now resembled a living, breathing bishounen.

"It isn't that bad. I think you're kind of handsome, personally."

"Now I feel like puking again."

"Oh, hush up. Get up, we gotta go now."

With that, Megan grabbed Trevor again, but he pulled out of her grip.

"Go where?" he asked. "I'm not budging."

"The big secret meeting! C'mon. Didn't you even get your note?"

"No. I just woke up."

Megan fished into her pocket and drew out the note. It was folded and crinkled, written on what looked like Inuyasha stationary. Trevor couldn't help but doubt it's authenticity.

"Meet at the highschool for further instructions. Do not tell anyone where you are going or where they can contact you. - K"

"Who is K?" asked Trevor.

"No idea. Let's go now," pleaded Megan.

"Why?"

"We'll get answers to the sudden changes in our appearances?"

"Maybe I don't want to know. Have you ever read any manga where something suddenly happens to a couple of kids and they're gifted with magical powers under the condition they have to save the universe first?"

"Yes, but at least we have cool hair!"

"Great priorities."

Just as Trevor stood up they both heard a fluttering noise and something smacked right into his head, knocking him to the floor and into the pool of vomit.

"Yuck," said Megan, stepping out of the way as the vomit splashed everywhere.

Trevor was silent as he pondered what greater beings were toying with him. He had to be a puppet in their ironic game. There was no other explanation for such a miserable morning.

"It's so kawaii!" cried Megan.

A miniature dragon was flapping its leather wings about noisily and hovering over Trevor's head. It had collided with it's owner, and now it's owner was very unhappy, it sensed. The dragon's eyes filled with tears.

Megan's dog who had followed her into the house suddenly started to bark at the new arrival. The dragon snorted and a flame shot out of his nostrils, shutting the dog up quick.

"Poor You," cried Megan, picking up her pet. His face was a little blackened, but for the most part unburnt.

"What is that?" asked Trevor, picking himself up off the floor.

"A dragon, I think."

"I know that," he said, "but what's it's purpose?"

"Well, I think it's your pet."

"My pet?"

"Yeah. I found You outside my house today."

"I wasn't outside your house," said Trevor, confused and unwilling to think.

"Not you, You. My dog's name is You."

"Can you watch that thing? I'm going to go take a shower. Stay OUT of the bathroom, or I will, personally, kill you."

"O-kay!"

Trevor shoved Megan, You and the dragon out of the bathroom and locked the door. He climbed into the shower, carefully avoiding the vomit on the floor, pealed off his clothes and scrubbed every inch of his skin with soap until it was bright pink.

Then he washed his hair, stepped out of the shower and hunted for his mother's hair dryer. Having had short hair previously, Trevor found it a bit awkward using the dryer and accidently burnt the ends.

He reached out to grab his towel, but his hand clamped down on empty air. The suprise of this nearly made him topple back into the vomit pool, but he caught himself on the edge of the sink.

"I guess my mom took it to wash it."

For a few minutes he hunted for something else to cover his body with during the furtive dash between the bathroom and his bedroom. Finding nothing, he groaned and pounded his head into the sink.

"You okay?" he heard Megan ask from beyond the door.

"Great," Trevor muttered, "She's right outside."

"Could you... go away for a moment?" he asked.

"Sure," said Megan.

He heard the sound of her footsteps retreating into a different part of the house. CautiouslyTrevor opened the door a crack and poked his head out. Seeing no one, he ran as quick as he could to his bedroom and slammed the door. Leaning against it he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Thank goodness that's over," he said.

"What's over?" asked Megan.

Sitting on Trevor's bed, she was completely ignorant of the fact that he was naked.

"Uh... nothing," said Trevor, scrambling into the closet and shutting the door. The lightbulb had burnt out, but he had never gotten around to replacing it.

Picking around in the corners of the closet, Trevor came up with some clothes and hastily put them on, hoping that he got them the right way. When he finally came out of the closet Megan burst into a fit of giggles.

"ONE joke about that and I will pound your head in," he growled at her.

"It isn't... that..." managed Megan as she gasped for breath, "It's the clothes..."

Looking down at his chest, Trevor noticed why she was laughing and he was horror-struck.

"No! These aren't mine!" he cried, trying to get the tight black tanktop off. It seemed to have shrunk from when he had put it on, because as hard as he tugged it refused to budge.

"Of come off it. You look fine," said Megan. That, of course, was an understatement. The tanktop and matching leather pants were enough to give any fangirl a heart attack.

"Grr."

"Seriously, we have to go NOW. We're going to be late."

"I don't want to go in this," complained Trevor.

"Then pick another outfit?"

It was no use. Trevor opened his closet doors to reveal rows upon rows of similar outfits. Revealing, black, leather; everything a fangirl could, and would, drool over.

"This K-person had better have a really good explanation was all."

Megan secretly had to agree.

A/N: Part II will be up on Friday.

[Unborn Lord Xion]

As much as I despise the though of being clad in black leather (other than a jacket or boots), it's pretty damn funny. You did peg my reactions pretty well. I'm just terrifyed to find out what happens next.

Ninja Out

-ULX

[Edmonds]

Part Two: Bishounen, Turtles and Blackouts

As they neared the gym behind the highschool, Megan and Trevor were talking about their expectations for K.

"I wonder if it's a guy or a girl," mused Megan.

"Don't say 'it,'" said Trevor.

"Why?"

"It's rude," he said dismissively.

"Aw," said Megan and then without missing a beat, "I bet if he's a guy he will be sexy."

"Why do I not doubt you?"

"Sexy, sexy... and nonchalant," decided Megan with complete seriousness.

Trevor cursed his fate and looked away from the bane of his existence. His eyes fell upon his pet, the small leathery dragon flying happily next to him. The beating of his wings was soothing to Trevor's headache, but the animal itself was still a pain to his once-logical thinking process.

"Dragons aren't real," he said, half-hoping the dragon would disappear in a poof of smoke.

"Yes they are," butted in Megan."Isn't it kawaii?"

Before Trevor could say anything the dragon let out a strangle sound that echoed how a kitten purred. Trevor eyed it warily, edging away from the thing slightly.

"What are you going to name?" asked Megan.

"I have no idea," said Trevor. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," said Megan determinedly.

"Okay, I'll call it 'The Uber Lord of Death'." Glancing over at the dragon, Trevor tested his name. It ignored the name calling, and all Trevor's attempts to teach it to respond. No matter how loud or quiet he said the name the dragon refused to acknowledge it, even after Trevor resorted to waving his hands frantically and jumping up and down.

"I still think it's kawaii," said Megan.

"Yeah... a kawaii piece-of-crap," said Trevor sarcastically.

The dragon perked up and landed in Trevor's arms startling him so bad that he almost dropped the creature.

"... Megan?"

"Yes?"

"I think it responds to that word," he said.

"Kawaii?" asked Megan.

Head-butting Trevor, the dragon nuzzled into his arms happily snorting smoke out his nostrils as he closed his eyes.

"I think you're right," said Megan.

"Great... this thing is heavier than it looks," complained Trevor.

Mentally Trevor was trying to decide the best way to execute K as soon as he say the damn guy. He had caused him more anguish than a teenager should be required to experience in a single morning, even if he did the favor of giving him a dragon for a pet. Of course, it was a small dragon and only responded to a dorky name, but Trevor knew he couldn't be picky. They reached the open doors to the back gym and walked inside, surprised to see the entire gang there.

"I told you we're late," hissed Megan, elbowing Trevor in the ribs.

"Ouch," he cried. "Little I could do about it."

"Hey! Amanda's here," cried Megan.

After looking around, Trevor spotted Andrew and Patrick.

"So are..." he began, but Megan was no longer at his side. She had deserted and was running over to her friend.

"Mandy Mandy Mandy Mandy Mandy!" she shouted.

"Megan!" exclaimed Mandy, her dark eyes lighting up brightly. Her dark purple hair hung just below her ears and she was holding a bow in her hand.

As she dashed across the gym with You on her heels, Megan was distracted by a sudden blur of yellow. She tripped over a wire stretched across the floor and the next thing she knew she was flying through the air.

She collided heavily with something that was only a little less forgiving than a brick wall. Landing on the floor in a tumble of limbs, Megan straightened herself out and stood up. The young man she had fallen into was rubbing his forehead and squinting.

"Sorry," whispered Megan.

"It's no problem," he said, "You must be number two... Megan, is it?"

"Yeah, but number two?"

"I'll explain in a second. Is your friend here?" he asked, getting up.

Trevor was still standing apart from the group. He was looking at the man Megan had knocked down. He looked... looked... well, there was something odd about him, Trevor just couldn't place it.

It was the feeling of having a word on the tip of your tongue, only barely out of reach from your mind. A memory that you know you possess, but can't summon. Trevor furrowed his brow and then it struck him.

Peering across the gym, he saw that the guy had a turtle on top of his head. A small, green turtle was sitting in his short brown hair, grinning.

"Turtle?" Trevor asked incredulously. Then it clicked. "It's K."

The man smiled and waved at him, beckoning him to come over. Trevor just stood there, feeling like the world was spinning around and around quicker and quicker until everything went black. Then there was no more K, no more Megan, no more gym.

A/N: Next update Monday. Sorry for it being short, but I had to get some stuff in. I think the characters went out-of-character on me. Dammit.

[Unborn Lord Xion]

Once again, I must begrudgingly acknowledge that it's...sigh...good. So you not only condemn me as a leather-clad Bishonen, but I also have a pet dragon named Kawaii? I can't wait to see what has happened to the others. Of course, I'm also kind of frightened.

Ninja out

-ULX

[Edmonds]

Part Three: Beautiful women, Shape-shifters and Learning The Truth

"Crap," said K softly. "I didn't expect this to happen so soon."

"For what to happen?" asked Megan who was still standing next to him, shocked. Trevor had disappeared before his body had hit the floor. He had just closed his eyes, wobbled a bit unbalanced on his feet and fallen. The image of him nearing the ground had been horrifying, but his body dematerializing in mid-air had been beyond words.

Megan looked up at K expectantly. There was a change in his appearance, swift and barely noticeable. His face seemed to harden and his fingers stiffen, as if he was anticipating something.

"Where did Trevor-" she asked.

"Duck," cried K, throwing an arm over Megan's shoulders. He pushed her down, causing her to fall ungracefully on the floor. Landing next to her on the gym floor, K looked up at the entrance Trevor and Megan had walked through only moments earlier.

The doorway near where Trevor had been standing exploded. For a moment no one could see anything, but it didn't matter. K was already on his feet facing the smoky entrance. When the dust cleared everyone was able to make out the two strangers standing amid the rubble.

Megan watched as the turtle on K's head hopped down onto the palm of his hand. K's fingers closed around it immediately and he hurled the turtle into the air, aiming for the two intruders as he shouted, "Kame Bakuhatsu."

Everyone watched in horror as the turtle reached the top of the ark, stopping for a second before it started to fall slowly. The turtle hit the floor between the two women and exploded like a grenade, knocking them backwards. Angered by K's trick, the first warrior moved into the open space between her companion and the huddled kids. Her hair cascaded down her back in twisting locks of golden red and her eyes were narrowed into yellow slits.

Without a word she leapt forward, her long sword gripped firmly in both hands. Slashing at her opponent she dropped through the air and danced lightly backwards. K managed to miss the first blow, but not the second, taking a hit to his left arm. Pressing his palms together K chanted a few words and another turtle appeared.

"I won't fall for your stupid trick again," hissed the first women.

K smirked and muttered the final word. The turtle in his hand began to grow bigger as if an invisible man was blowing it up like a balloon. When it reached the size of a large dog it stopped growing and started to hiss. The redhead laughed, tossing her head back and clutching her sides.

"Did you really think you could scare me off by mocking me? Think again."

Just as she started to lunge forward, K noticed how her eyelids were starting to droop around the edges. Good, he thought, it's working. She stumbled forward and weaved dizzily on her feet before falling over.

The second woman stared at the redhead's limp form and looked up at K with horror written all over her face. She seemed hesitant to fight him, but eventually pushed herself to meet him in combat.

"None of your stupid tricks," she said softly so only K could hear. "Or you'll regret it."

"I don't know about you, ma'am, but I think we haven't known each other long enough for that," said K, grinning.

The raven-haired women arched her back and snarled. Her fingernails started to elongate into claws. K backed away, trying to think of a new plan of action. The woman clawed at her forearms and her torso, ripping away her skin and revealing strips of onyx fur beneath.

"Damn," breathed K. He stretched out his hand, shaping his fingers in a circular position as if they held something between them. Closing his eyes for a second he focused on his hand despite the panther-woman getting ready to spring. A staff appeared in his hand and he immediately leapt out of the way. The panther landed exactly where he had been.

She roared and paced in a half-circle to meet him again. K was ready this time. The panther jumped towards him and K ducked out of the way, swinging his staff back at her body flying by. He hit her in the side with a dull whack. Obviously furious, the panther drew back her upper lip and bared her fangs.

Charging at him at full speed the panther overtook K and slashed violently at his back. Grunting in pain, K ground his teeth together to keep from screaming. He turned around the instant she had backed down and swung his staff, throwing his entire weight into one blow. The crack against her skull reverberated throughout the gym, sickening and painful. Before she had a chance to run away K brought the staff crashing down again... and again.

His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. The panther lay motionless at his feet, her skull bloody and broken. K dropped the staff and walked over to the other woman. He bent and felt her pulse. It was barely there, but she wasn't dead... not yet. Hoisting her up over his shoulder, K carried her to the other side of the gym and propped her up on the wall after tying her hands. Turning back to the kids gathered he met their expectant gaze with a twinge of guilt.

"You're bleeding," pointed out Boy!Alex.

"I guess I am," admitted K. He took his shirt off and looked at the bloody cuts in it. He ripped it in a couple of strips and walked over to the drinking fountain. The cold water sloshed over the cloth and K applied the strips to his wounds, wincing as the icy cold touched the raw skin.

"We have some trouble," he started. Everyone remained silent. Megan could hear Trevor's voice like a phantom, saying 'No **** sherlock.' She hoped he was alright. "These women... they're shape-shifters. Normally they don't come out to fight just anyone. It means that the person who took Trevor is desperate to stop us from rescuing him."

"What happened to him?" asked Mandy.

"He was mentally teleported by a powerful mage. She has been threatening life around here for a while now, becoming more and more brave in just how far she will go. The Elders have decided that she needs to be stopped. You are here because you were the chosen eight. Your souls were deemed the most resistant to various attack styles favored by the mage."

"Why Trevor?" asked Female!Alex.

"He has made himself stand out from the rest with his inability to accept change as readily. His desire to be in control. She has probably assumed that he is your leader. That without him you will be broken. My guess is that she plans to turn him against you." Something out of the corner of K's eye caught his attention. "Are you okay, Patrick?"

"Powerful, dominating female," he breathed, his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Don't pay attention to him," said Andrew.

"K-Senpai?" asked Megan, "How do we rescue Trevor?"

"You'll have to learn to master the gifts given to you by the Elders. That is where I come in. The Elders ordered me to train you to be able to defeat the mage."

"What gifts?" asked Female!Alex.

"Yummy yummy shoes!" cried Hannah, running around in circles randomly. Everyone glanced at her, shook their heads and returned to business.

"Transforming and summoning your weapons. Unique attacks. You might not be able to see them just yet, but given time you'll be able to exercise control over them as easily as I do."

"Do we have time?" asked Megan, concerned about Trevor's fate.

K looked directly at her and admitted the truth. "Every minute that passes is another sixty seconds in which we could lose Trevor. We'll have to work fast."

The group of seven gathered around the teacher, prepared to devote themselves to learning and improving their powers as quickly as possible. For as much as Trevor got on the nerves of the various kids, no one wanted to see him dead. After all, they were chosen to defeat the enemy. Saving Trevor would be the test of their abilities.

A/N: I'm a bit late. For the persistant, yet lovable friends, Trevor and Mandy. I realize I suck at writing fight scenes or anything, really. Not my normal genre.

[justcallmepip]

Ooooooh! I'm the first one to read! I am excited!

Love, love LOVE! at first I was like, "Aw, it's just gonna be fighting and no funny," and then you stuck in the Patrick thing... I CAN'T believe you actually did that! And the Hannah bit was great. I could totally see that... just all those heads turning, then turning back. It was like the best comedy scene ever.

[Unborn Lord Xion]

I can so accept change. And I AM the leader, since I organized you all into the little group we're in now. Whether I or anyone else likes it or not.

As an acclaimed fight-writer, I'll concede that it was pretty well done for someone whose genre generally doesn't have fighting. And those are such Patrick and Hannah moments.

I better start trashing some serious ass, or I'm going to be pissed.

Ninja Out

-ULX

[Edmonds]

It's so sad... Since you're all ... not there... I can't amuse you with your transformation of utter doom. I'll figure it out somehow

[justcallmepip]

Trevor: You did not organize Kame Otoku into a little group. Kame Otoku is Megan's and Megan's alone. Most of the people in your group are a semblance of people I've known for years. You may be the "leader" of the minions, but I know Alex P., Hannah, Megan, Patrick, and Hobbit (My Alex) on my own, in that order. NOT by your doing. In fact, it was Patrick that introduced you to me. And Alex? He's not really even technically in the group. He just comes around sometimes to talk to me, and Megan knows he's one of my really close friends. He's a Waldorf/Actor person. The only person you introduced me to was Andrew, and that may not nessicarily have been a good thing.

Secondly, you may have to come to terms with the fact that there is not one main character, but EIGHT main characters in Kame Otoku, assuming Megan keeps true to her word.

Third, you've only been acclaimed on Fanfiction.net, so you may not nessicarily want to push that too much, lest someone begins to ask. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can give you a review on ff.net. I'm sure they do indeed enjoy your fight scenes, but there's only so much of your boasting I can take before I EXPLODE! I once saw a story about Spongebob Squarepants wandering into the middle of Lord of the Rings. And you know what? It had many good reviews. I will add that it sucked. I'm not saying your stuff sucks, but that it may not nessicarily count as being "critically acclaimed", since the people there aren't technically professional critics. Your statement is true, but misleading. Think about it.

Megan: It remains awesome.

Trevor again, because I'm in an argumentative mood: I state now that I belong to no particular group, and that you hold no control over me. While I enjoy the company of the "minions", I seem to have very little in common with them. I love being around my friends, but I am not stuck in one particular group. There's you guys, the Actor People, YSW, Swing Club... You do not own me, I hang out with you because I want to, not because I have to.

I grow tired of your hard-ass domination routine. Won't you change it for a more fitting peice?

[Unborn Lord Xion]

*Cowers in a corner. Then realizes this is unbefitting, and gets up.*

Okay, 1. I never said I owned KO.

2. With the whole minion group thing...I was joking. I've really got to stop using sarcasm in a non-verbal context.

3. Well, it is TREVime, but okay, I'll concede.

4. I never said critically acclaimed, just acclaimed. I didn't mean to boast, I just put forth my credentials. And Sponge-Bob meets LoTR? Couldn't have been good. A kind and loving God wouldn't allow that.

5. Yes, it is awesome. I never said it wasn't.

6. I never said I owned you, or anyone else...or haven't for a while, anyway.

7. What do you mean, "hard ass domination?" I seriously did not get that. *shrug*.

Conclusion, Mandy needs to cut back on the caffine. Argumentative? No. Bitchy?...

Ninja Out

-ULX

[pinkie]

Megan Great story I love it!
Trevor if you ever say you own me I wil torture you untillthe end of time.
The yummy shoes thing perfict timing I usally us it in teanse situatings to agatate people.
See you in shcool. Oh! I come here almost ever day if you wise to chate!

[justcallmepip]

I'm sorry for getting pissed off. It's just that I know you're a really sweet guy and if you could just be genuine with yourself, it'd come out more easily.

[pinkie]

Megan when are we to expect a new chapter? Just curious.

[Edmonds]

Good question. Hmm... you know I could work on that this weekend. Hopefully have it up in a couple days?

EDIT: Okay, so I'm a horrible liar. T__T I really do love you all!