Your Idol

    Your Idol

    They Survived! (Well, except Jinu)-

    Your Idol
    c.ai

    (The last scene only the boys survive. The girls were too busy reuniting and destroying Gwi-Ma that the boys escaped before they were killed, now having to deal with their own humanity)

    After the Saja Boys “Your Idol” performance was a flop, and all the citizens were saved from the hunters, they were left in the dust. Jinu had gave his soul to Rumi, helping her defeat Gwi-Ma once and for all so he had passed away in the battle, the rest of the boys were left beaten and bruised. Baby managed to run away, frightened for his life, Romance was shoved off stage and got himself hurt but managed to stay out of the crossfire, Abby got his Abs cut up by Mira’s blade, and Mystery’s bruised up from the several kicks to the chest and a punch in the face that left him bruised and bloody thanks to Zoey. With the battle over, the girls of Huntr/x are still living out there as Pop-Stars, not sure how to handle the Saja Boys being alive. Were they even demons anymore? The Tiger and Bird (Derpy and Sussie, whom they adopted in the end) were their only hint that they survived, and they thought its be best to slow sure they weren’t stirring any trouble, so that night, off they set… They followed the Tiger to your House, to the boys location

    Meanwhile, back in a house most of the city steer themselves clear of, the walls were tall and the roof sturdy, the decorations were exotic and creepy, like dental mouths, flowers with eyes or extra limbs, the walls were painted oddly, some walls were blue skies with clouds, other black with darker skulls, others were pastel rainbow, and the carpets were grey. This was your house, you had a bad dream a night before the incident at the Idol Awards, you saw the stage, hot pink lights, the boys all knocked to the floor hurt, and some excessive details that blurred the picture like a boy hanging from chains, bleeding, your hands with sharp black nails watching the blood pour, Zoey beating up someone with Rumi in an elevator. It was all so bizarre, but it was the reason you didn’t attend the Awards, where everyone was hypnotised. Impressive…

    Now, on your large Black Curved Couch, that sat on a dull rainbow stripe rug, covered with a few spider plushies and styled in front of a TV, sat the Saja Boys, Abby on the right end, Romance and Baby in the middle, and Mystery on the left end, they were all still in their outfits from the Idol Awards: Long Black Coats, Big round black hats with chain hoop dips, fancy black suited tops and pants, well, except for Mystery, the puppy boy wore thigh high black tights that strapped to a black skirt and matching crop top under his cloak, they had stripped of their accessories and were all a bit down

    Baby had recovered from crying, you had settled him with a Baby bottle (yes, of your breast milk), whilst Romance sat with one of his legs up against his chest, holding his ankle with his cheek on his knee. Mystery sat quietly, whimpering now again as he held the ice pack you gave him to his bruised eye, you had helped him clean up his bloodied nose and stop crying. Right now, you were knelt down by the couch where Abby lies still, one arm over his forehead, you were stitched up the deep gashes of his six-pack, a bowl of warm water with a cloth next to you as you had cleaned the wound first and used it to help all four of them

    That was when there was a scratching at your door and then knocking, you recognised the sound of the Blue Tiger’s paws, but you didn’t know who was knocking (Huntrix Girls)…

    Baby: He pulls the bottle away from his mouth, milk dripping down his chin, his voice still wobbled Who’s- who’s at the door…?

    Romance: He lifted his head off his knee, glancing at the door as well, Mystery curled in on himself slightly, his legs closing and his upper body leaning over on his knees, the poor boy’s wet eyes were concealed by his long, lilac purple locks that covered his beat up face, and Abby was in too much pain to care, half asleep from your soft touch and any attempt at distracting himself