An Entr'acte in Five Movements
Title: An Entr'acte in Five Movements
Summary: Five interludes focused on two boys
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cursing, playing with names
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Wocky/Apollo (Odoroki/Takita.), first kiss."


He didn't want to be here. He knew it ten minutes ago, knew it two fuckin hours when the curtains rose. Ballets had never been his thing, he didn't have to go to one before to know that he would rather put on a strip show for some old guys then go to one. But his latest girl had talked him into it, so here he was in some old stuffy suit. She'd had left for the bathroom, and grannies were giving him dirty looks about- well, most likely about being. His hair was spiked right now, though the dye job was the same (they should be glad he was savin that new green one for next week) and his ear piercings and tongue piercing and that nipple one they couldn't see but you still just KNEW from their looks they knew about.

Made ya want to punch someone.

He just bout punched the idiot who touched him on the shoulder, if it had been minute later he would have been wound up enough to move that quick. He still made the guy jump, made him realize you shouldn't fuckin spook people like him unless you ain't liking your front teeth right then. He blinked as he really looked who it was, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't think you were a fruit like this, Polly. Musicals, maybe. But not ballet level rainbow."

The older man blushed a bit at that- tried to act like he didn't, but Wocky had to give a little grin since he could just see the red tinge there. "Call me Apollo, at least. And it was Trucy's idea, normally I wouldn't get in fifty feet of a ballet."

"That's even sadder. What, she steal your pair?" He motioned down with his eyes, in case the lawyer didn't get the reference. Which he did, but he had to wonder about the guy sometime.

"Gotta learn when to tell 'em to go find some other sod, specially if you ain't even getting out of it. And you ain't, right? She's not your jailbait."

"W-what?! Of course we aren't- she's seventeen and Wright would kill me!"

"I push a button? Sides, she has a nice ass. Perky breasts. I could see why a guy would be interested. Just tend to go more for older women right now myself."

He learned then just how mean a right hook the older man had, and Wockly found himself out like a light.

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Apollo was ready to go, he had old case files to finish typing up and a court date in three days. But he was there because of something to do with an old friend of Mr. Wright, Trucy had explained all five minutes of the story in about thirty seconds so he'd only gotten a few details about it. The young man managed to slip away further into the park, at least taking a break from the others.

He blinked at spotting someone else on the children's play place, after a few moments recognizing who it was. He didn't get the chance to decide if he wanted to say hi to the other or not, Wocky already looking his way. "Yo. How goes, Firecracker?"

"...You do remember I punched you last time, right?"

"Yep, body remembered it for a spell. Ya sure you ain't in some gang on the side? Or at least few years back?"

"I'm sure." The older man decided he was too tired at the moment to fight, taking a seat on one of the swings. "Why are you here?"

"Close to the house. You?"

"Work related. Though I'm thinking of going back home now."

The teenager raised an eyebrow, getting up from his spot. "Too early for that. Wanna go some place?"

"I thought you wouldn't want to go anywhere with a 'fruit' like me."

"You ain't that bad. Plus, you can get into all the clubs without bribing the doorman." Apollo just looked at him in response. "What? Being honest. That and I bet you'd be fun drunk, or least wouldn't have such a stick up your ass."

The lawyer rolled his eyes, standing up. "Way to charm. Make it a CP Kitchen and you have a deal." He was almost as surprised when the other agreed as he was at himself for making the offer in the first place.

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"I don't get about your name."

"What's to get about it, Polly?"

"Your real name is fine. Proud name, and... tasty too. Like taquito. Or tequila."

".....Fuckin insane. Shouldn't let ya drink again."

"You're the crazy one. I don't get the New York thug act. It isn't that bad you're Japanese. You got nice eyes out of it."

"Guys don't need nice anything. And it ain't an act. Not like I get you either, you got that way about you till you have a few beers in ya then you're.... cool. In a fruity, crazy kinda way."

"A guy could think you were hitting on him, the numbers of times you've called me fruit."

"Like hell! You the one who's all leanin in like personal space went outa style last season-"

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This was kinda okay, they had drinks at least. Drinks they weren't asking for cards with, amusing since this was some cop party. He saw that prosecutor off talking with that detective, him leaning in and talking- trying to make the moves, he would bet from how quick she backed up. He moved on, getting another drink and looking for new amusement.

"H-hey!" Wocky turned quick as a bang, seeing the spiked brown hair first then the blush. Figures, other was blushing 'sides the fact it'd been six months.

...Not like he flushed a little too. "Yeah Polly?"

"It's not Polly." Fuck, that was a pout and that was just sad. In a cute kinda way but then girls were cute not guys, and wasn't that points against the fruit and fuck he would just shoot his mind now. "and why are you here?"

"Should ask you the same, but I guess between Papa Wright and your ex over there it's a no brainier- I'm guessing you are done, with him trying to bed her like that."

"..What?"

"'Get it. And I had a girl, one of the piggies' kids. Over, but she still needed a date. 'Cided I was free, and gave it a shot." He grinned, taking a drink. "Drinks are nice too, can't beat good free beer."

"You're still not old enough." It wasn't a question. "but I guess it doesn't matter, I'd be a hypocrite to rat you now when I've got you drinks before."

"Like you remember that much." He said with a laugh.

"I could guess from how we-"

"Look! Um, nice and all. But I think that chick is calling. I'll see you later." And he just had to keep telling himself he wasn't running till he believed it.

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"What's going on between you two?"

He blinked up at the teenager that was now posed against his chair, staring down at him like she could get the details out by osmosis. "....I think I need to remind you I don't read minds Truc. What are you talking about?"

"You and that guy. The punk one, that was your client and you punched at the ballet last year?" She moved in closer, about a hand between the top of Apollo's head and her's, him looking up and back at the hovering girl.

"Wocky. Takita Kitaki, whatever you want to call him."

"Yeah! And there, you blushed! What's going on." The young girl perked up, convinced she was on to the scoop of the week while her companion fought the urge to flee.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Besides for the part where he insulted me." He raised an eyebrow. "You think I don't remember that? Last time I saw you punch someone.. Well, I bet it was Papa." She frowned. "Come on, why can't you tell me?"

"Part of the story involves a club, and part of it involves drinking." He closed his eyes, hoping to scare her off.

Her eyes widened and she moved around to the front of his seat. "Did you sleep with him?"

"What! N-no, w- how can you ask that? It wasn't anything like that." He was bright red by then. "Since when did this turn to my sex life?"

"What, you don't want to tell me about it and it involves drinking. I think that jump made perfect sense."

"....." He decided it was better for his health if he stopped this talk right now. "Anyway, it's the past. It doesn't matter anymore."

"If it didn't mater, you wouldn't try to avoid the topic. And he wouldn't run from you like he did at the party."

"You need a new hobby." He frowned, and she pouted right back.

"I have a hobby. You." The lawyer's frown deepened. "And it's good for you too! It can't be good to let whatever fester."

"He doesn't want to talk about it either. And it's not like we really interact that much."

"Besides for the part you keep bumping into each other. Come on, aren't you suppose to be an adult about this? What happened to dealing with problems head on."

"I am not getting a Talk from a kid. It's our choice, so don't worry about it."

"But the fact I'm a kid is suppose to guilt you into it. Think what kind of example you're setting, I'll end up running away from all my problems since I had such a horrible example, and it'll be all-"

He wasn't sure if it was guilt so much as trying to get her to stop talking that made him cave. "All right! I'll give him a call, happy?"

"...A face to face visit would make me even happier?"

He sighed, moving past her and for the files. It was time to pull up an old address.


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The title came first, and that gave me the structure of this. These are meant as little slices of life so we don't quite get the full story. That's also why this ended as it did, since these are little interludes in the 'main' story. The time between the first part and the fifth is around one year, with the police party happening more or less at the six month mark. I see Trucy as freshly 17 at the start of the story. Not quite sure how that works since Wocky can only be 21 by the last one, but ages have always been a weird thing in GS. CP Kitchen = California Pizza Kitchen, by the way. Sadly missed my chance to try them this year, but maybe my next AX.

The only thing I regret is not being able to put in a line about Apollo saying Wocky must like older men too. Besides for that, I loved all of this. Also I would like to say the OP is very tame if this is the weirdest pairing they've thought up.

I hope I did a good job of bringing this to life in a logical way.