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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never Meant to Be Part 7
Roberto laughed as Brooklyn tossed him into the air, letting him freefall for a bit before catching him from above.
"That wasn't very nice," Roberto said, in mock annoyance.
Brooklyn could catch the grin on his face from the corner of his eyes. He just smiled at him before tilting his wings and climbing higher into the night air.
He headed to the top of one building, and gently set Roberto down.
Roberto stumbled a bit, and then just dropped to the floor as Brooklyn crouched, resting.
They had landed on a building that had it's own private park setting. A few trees and even a lake was built into the roof top, along with a small bench. There was even a little mulch trail leading to a greenhouse, which was locked at the moment.
"Whew... don't know whether I'm dizzy from all that flying or lack of oxygen up here." Roberto said, trying catching his breath as he laid there, his smile dazzling and cheeks flushed. He closed his eyes as a soft breeze went over him.
Brooklyn chuckled as he too settled down, using the opportunity to rest his head on Roberto's stomach.
He felt Roberto shift for a moment, and the stayed that way, silent, listening to the distant sounds of car horns, airplanes, and the wind.
Roberto began to talk, and Brooklyn listened, adding to the conversation bit by bit.
Several minutes later, he felt Roberto running his hand through his hair... and it felt good.
X
Roberto was surprised when Brooklyn rested his head against his stomach. He shifted to avoid the horns poking into his ribs.
He would have thought he would have felt uncomfortable, knowing he had an infatuation with the gargoyle and the proximity was very intimate. But he didn't. Instead, it just felt like it had always been this way.
"I've never really been able to enjoy nights like this," Roberto finally said, breaking the tranquility that was surrounding the two. &nbIt'sIt's lonely. Even when you have friends, sometimes you still feel like you're apart from everyone, and you don't want to impose on them.
"Working always gets in the way to. And when I'm not working, I'm always up late at night, worrying about stuff. Or thinking about stuff. None of it ever good."
"It shouldn't be like that," Brooklyn said softly.
"I know. But it is."
"Tell me more about your friends."
Roberto chuckled. "What else can I say. We're like family to each other. They may not approve of certain habits and such, however the accept them and move on. There is very little judgement passed down on us from each other. I don't think I ever experienced such kinship with my own parientes."
"Huh?"
"Relatives."
"Oh."
They remained silent for a bit, until Roberto heard Brooklyn let out a sigh. He realized that he had been running his hand through his hair, and he froze.
"Don't stop," murmured Brooklyn.
Roberto felt his heart pic up the pace. He forced out a chuckle. "As much as I'd like to, you're squishing me."
"Hey, are you saying I have a heavy head?" Brooklyn sat up and turned to look at Roberto.
"Oh, no," Roberto swore, as he sat up, hand rubbing his stomach. He felt his heart rate drop back to normal. Sitting down like that seemed safer.
A gentle breeze picked up, dropping the temperature a bit more, which raised goosebumps along Roberto's exposed flesh.
"Gah," he said, hands coming up to rub his arms.
He gave a start when Brooklyn came up beside him, wrapping one wing around him.
Roberto could feel the blush rise to his face. "Thanks," he said, avoiding Brooklyn's eyes and looking around. Then a thought suddenly dawned on him. "Hey, who's property are we tresspassing on anyhow?"
X
Brooklyn watched from the corner of his eye how Roberto was reacting to his close presence.
From the looks of it, Roberto was trying to hide his face, which was probably bright red.
Judging from what Roberto had said to him as Brody, he could only assume that it wasn't exactly a negative reaction.
"Hey, who's property are we tresspassing on anyhow?" he suddenly asked.
"One of Xanatos's businesses. He has 'em almost everywhere."
"Xanatos? The David Xanatos?"
Brooklyn nodded. "We live in our castle on top of his home, and since he understands that we sometimes need some private time, he set up some places that we can just sort of hang out and relax."
Roberto let out a quick laugh. "Well, don't I feel stupid. I should have figured out that you had to be hiding around here somewhere, and what better place than one of the most secure and visible places in the city?"
Brooklyn grinned and shrugged. "Hey, no one else has figured it out either."
Both males remained silent as they sat there looking at the moon in the sky.
"It's a shame one can't see the stars in the city," Roberto said with a sigh. "The lights are too bright."
Brooklyn nodded. "I remember seeing them all the time back at home. Never thought of it as a nice romantic thought though." He smiled as he felt Roberto tense up next to him. "My rookery sisters and brothers use to say that all the time. Of course, I never had anyone to enjoy it with. So the idea never was nice to me. Now... now that I haven't seen them in a while, I would like to. Maybe it won't be romantic... but at least it will be like serenity."
"You've a very poetic heart, Brooklyn," Roberto commented softly.
Brooklyn turned to Roberto. "Meet my clan?"
Roberto gave a start. "What? Tonight?!"
Brooklyn stood up. "Sure, why not? Lexington has been dying to meet you. And so has Puck...er, Owen. He works directly for Xanatos and usually is there to greet us at night along with Elisa."
Roberto stood up as well, looking nervous. "Uh, sure, I suppose. If they don't mind unexpected company."
X
Elisa just smiled and shook her head. "I'm sure he's just fine, Goliath."
The large gargoyle growled as he spread his wings. "Whether he's safe or not is not the point. He has a duty to tend to as second-in-command and these sudden trips first thing in the evening is intolerable."
"Father, there he comes now," said Angela, pointing in the sky.
Elisa turned to him. "Have you noticed anything on your night trips?" she quickly asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Always a common mugging or robbery." Goliath looked out towards the growing red figure.
"Oh!" exclaimed Angela. "He brought company!"
"What?!"
Elisa's eyesenedened in surprise as everyone rushed to meet Brooklyn.
In his arms was a familiar looking human.
"Why it's Mr. Quintanar!" said Elisa.
"So we finally get to meet him," said Puck, holding Alex in his arms.
"Alex!" cooed Lexington, briefly forgetting Brooklyn to tap the infant's nose.
Everyone stood in a semi circle as Brooklyn landed inside, Roberto in his arms.
He set the young man down as everyone crowded around him.
"Hey, everyone! This is Roberto, a friend."
"Hey!" greeted Lexington, cheerfully.
Roberto stood close to Brooklyn, smiling at everyone warily, unsure of himself until he spotted Elisa.
He visibly calmed down.
"Good evening, Mr. Quintanar," she said. "I'm glad that your the person Brooklyn's been running off to see." There was a questioning look on her face.
"Trusting me to keep the secret, I assume," he said with a smile. "The others don't know. Somehow, I don't think they'd be ready for this. I don't think I was." He looked around in awe, doing a doubletake on Puck.
Shaking his head, he greeted everybody as they introd thd themselves, clasping hands.
"I don't know how you do it," he said to Elisa, as the others gathered around Goliath and Brooklyn. "Having nocturnal friends and then working daytime. I feel like I'm dying half the time from fatigue!"
Elisa nodded. "But it's worth it," she said, glancing at Goliath.
"Yeah, it is," responded Roberto, glancing at Brooklyn.
Puck caught the look and smirked.
X
Mike slammed the phone down. "Fuck! Where's he at?" he asked no one in particular.
Jack jumped at the loud sound. "Roberto's not back at his hotel?" he asked softly.
"No! He knows better than to head out at night especially when we received such a warning!"
"Well, he's been off almost every night," said Gary.
"Nani? How the hell do you know and why haven't you told me?" demanded Mike.
Gary twitched.
One Japanese word in his sentence... Mike was extremely annoyed, borderline furious.
"Um, he's never there when I or Christina call or show up." istiistina rolled her eyes. "Give him a break, he found himself a person to hang out with. It's not like he has the luck for finding a serious relationship like most of us."
Mike's eye twitched. "Okay, so he found himself a hobby. He still needs to tell us where the hell he's going so we're not freaking out like this!"
Stacey calmed him down by swatting him with a rolled up magazine. "Has anyone bothered to try his cell phone?"
"Got his answering service...Roberto? Jack. Call us as soon as you get this--hey!"
"Mike's wanting to kick your ass." Gary flipped Jack's phone shut and tossed it back to him.
"Very mature," muttered Jimmy as he slowly flipped the pages of the book he was viewing.
Stacey and Mike quietly continued their discun.
n.
X
Mr. Fable pursed his lips.
"We're stuck on who to chose for the sacrifice. We researched and found out that this piece actually requires a more violent and sexual act to fully awaken it. The victim has to be coherent and not sedated."
Sam gently fondled the picture of the artifact, and it was quite clear who he was wishing the sacrifice was.
Mr. Fable narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, it was easier just to enchant the victim and drug the sacrifice...but we have to accomplish this. Keep your eyes and ears open for a suitable vessel."
X
Roberto looked on nervously. It seemed that the big gargoyle, Goliath, wasn't too thrilled with his being there.
By the looks of it, Elisa, Brooklyn, and the one named Lexington were the only ones arguing some case, most likely his own, while the rest remained silent.
"I can definitely see why you have Brooklyn's interest," he heard a smug voice say.
Turning around, Roberto spotted Puck looking him up and down, the suggestive grin on his face ruined by the gurgling baby in his arms.
Roberto raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that your height is sort of icking me out."
"Hey, I've learned that height really doesn't matter... although it does seem to put me at an interesting advantage."
Roberto felt his face burning as Puck transformed before his eyes to a very stiff and formal looking business man.
"I go by the name of Owen Burnett and I answer directly to Xanatos. I also make sure that no one enters here when the Gargoyles are at their most vulnerable state," he said in his stiff voice.
Roberto nodded, his face returning to his normal color. This version seemed safer, as he tried to remember if Brooklyn had said anything about this guy. "I'm glad they have people who protect them during the day." His gaze then lingered on Brooklyn.
He missed Owen's smirk and lustful gleam before it faded into his trademark detached look.
Alex became quiet, showing his lack of fondness of Puck in this disguise.
Goliath took to the air and Roberto slowly made his way to the group.
"I'm guessing he doesn't want me around," he said softly.
Elisa gently shook her head. "Goliath is very protective of his clan, and unfortunately..."
"He doesn't trust our judgment," broke in Brooklyn, sounding bitter.
Elisa gave him a warning look. "He doesn't trust easily and acts without thinking of the consequences. I'm sure he'll accept you once he realizes how upset he made Brooklyn , and me, feel."
"He struck me more as a look before you leap kind of guy."
"Only in action. Socially, he sort of just blunders through," added another voice. "David Xanatos. Who might you be?"
Roberto turned to fa rug ruggedly handsome man and politely introduced himself. Years of knowing Jack had taught him some social skills in dealing with the elite.
First impression, however, implied that Xanatos wasn't one of the usual stuck ups he met.
"It great to know that the Gargoyles are slowly making progress in finding human allies."
"It's great knowing that they are being taken care of," added Roberto, glancing at his watch.
He made a face. "Oh great.... I was suppose to call my colleagues..." He patted his pockets for his cell phone before realizing that he had left it back at the hotel.
One look at his face and Xanatos seemed to guess the problem. "Owen, please take Roberto to one of our phones. And if necessary, arrange transportation."
"Ah, thank you," said Roberto, glancing at Brooklyn.
"I could take him," Brooklyn interjected.
"Patrolling?" Broadway reminded him.
Roberto just grinned. "Thanks, Brooklyn, but I think I had enough flying for the night."
Brooklyn sighed. "Oh well, tomorrow then!"
Roberto nodded.
X
Edward Sullivan was a security guard for one of the privately owned Jay Museums. Benefits and salary were incredible, and so was the staff.
Edward eyed one of the museums attendants with a hungry look. Mary Purity was a sweet thing that radiated sexy innocence.
The need to hurt her was great, and Edward could barely keep his control when he was around her.
Each night his dreams were filled with his darkest fantasies.
He knew where she lived, he knew her schedule, and he knew a lot of intimate things.
She liked using raspberry shampoo and body gel, wore satin pajamas to bed, decorated her room in teddy bears, and went to church every Sunday. She was the perfect image of a good little Catholic girl and her name suited hert fit fine.
And Edward wanted to ruin that.
X
Roberto ran out of Xanatos's building and stopped at the curb. Owen had told him that a ride would be arriving soon for him.
What he wasn't expecting was to see a limo stop in front of him.
One of the back windows rolled down and Roberto cautiously stepped forward.
He wished he didn't.
"Mr. Jay...Nick," he stuttered out in annoyance.
"Roberto," Nick purred. "Wasn't expecting to see you here... in front of one of my rivals." His smile faded.
Roberto just rolled his eyes. "Having just met him, I doubt you will ever be considered a rival. He's in a class of his own."
Nick smiled. "True. But, hey. . . having met you just reminded me... I acquired a new piece for one of my cultural museums. Fascinating piece. Originated from, um, some voodoo country or other."
Roberto did his best to not show his obvious exasperation. It was unbelievable that a man like him made it on his own to become a millionaire. Roberto firmly believed that it was through good looks and luck that helped the man.
"Anyhow, it's suppose to increase or give you all sorts of powers when activated through sexual rituals."
Roberto felt his heart stop as he looked down at Nick Jay. "Oh really," he asked, his breath coming out in a whispery way.
Nick grinned. "Wanna try it?"
". . ."
". . ."
"That is one of your worst pick up lines yet!" growled Roberto. "Good night!" He stepped away from the limo only to be greeted by another one.
Owen stepped out of the driver's seat and made his way around the vehicle.
"Personal transportation, courtesy Xanatos Enterprises," he said, opening pas passenger side.
Roberto flashed him a smile and stepped inside.
Both limos pulled away from the curb and headed into different directions.
tbc...
Japanese Nani -- What
A/N2: Short, I know, but the urge to continue this is growing stronger therefor whatever comes out comes out. If you like Roberto, check him and the rest of the crew in my original manga and short stories. You can either look up my general page at www.kaltheinya.com, or send me "A Request Link" email for my more adult page along with the answers to these three question...
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3)State that you swear not to flame me for reading something that is against your morals and /or religion, and what not as you, knowing the above answers signify that you, are mature enough to make your own decisions.
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