Scales and Hooves (BxB) (Unicorn X Dragon)

Ch. 15 Lakeside

Molten's shoulders burned as he carried the hefty turntable out of the disco hall with CJ. He continued to walk backwards as he exited the tall double-doored arch out of the concert hall and into the bright sunlight of the mid-June sun. The nap Zion had insisted on had done him good; his headache was gone had he wasn't surviving on coffee. He looked over his shoulder to see the welcoming sight of his parents' dusty Citroen Picasso. He heard someone open the boot of the seven-seater and he and CJ slid the turntable into it, seeing the collapsed seats in the boot. Molten took off his glasses and rubbed the sweat off his face.

"What's left?" Flame asked as Molten put back on his glasses.

"My two speakers," replied Molten, looking up at the bright sun. A black hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"Haven't seen this dork in years," said Blaze. Molten snatched his hand and held it back above his younger brother's shoulder, getting a small painful cry from his younger sibling.

"In that case, you can handle both speakers yourself," said Molten, turning around from the car fully and getting a pouting look from his brother. He heard CJ chuckle as Blaze looked at their sire with the same pout. When he didn't get any sympathy, he trudged into the hall, his head hanging. Molten fixed his black vest and walked towards the open double doors, following Blaze.

"Is he really worth it?" Molten heard Zion ask from his spot by his Audi.

Molten shrugged. "He's my brother. Besides, I can barely carry one." He walked into the corridor and then took a right, standing at the end of the hall. It seemed much bigger on the inside than on the outside.

Blaze walked up to the right of the stage, kicking aside pieces of confetti and streamers with each stride. Molten headed for the other side. On the stage was a painted wooden box, about 3 feet long and a half foot tall. One each side of the box was a speaker, both belonging to Molten.

Blaze looked towards him and then down the hall. "So how's the chosen one's life?" He asked, leaning on the speaker.

Molten shrugged. "Not too different to the dating life," he looked to Blaze. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Just interested," he said, keeping his head low and digging his fingers in under the speaker. Molten looked back at the speaker before him and did the same, then headed out towards the door. He and his brother lay the three-foot-long speakers in the boot beside the turntable.

"So, to yours?" Said Flame getting into the car.

"Yep," Molten said, heading for his car.

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"So, what is Lakeside again?" Asked Zion. He had changed into a red crop top—the colour he was supposed to wear as Prince of Roania—and navy swimming shorts. After they had put the speakers back in Molten's music room—a room dedicated to his speakers, turntable and his vinyl and basketball trophy collection—the two of them were invited to Lakeside, along with Zion's sisters in Wyrmia.

Molten looked at him from his spot behind the steering wheel. "It's a private lake that belongs to my grandparents." He started looking back to the road. "And because their not in Shovania, we get to go whenever we want. And with the weather so good, it would be a shame if we didn't go," he said, slowing his speed and turning down a lane. "And it's near where we met," he added. The trail was mainly dirt and dying plant material. Either side of the road was a wall of spruce trees, blocking out most of the sunlight and giving the scene an eerie feel.

Zion looked out his partially opened window. "Not so good now," he said grimly.

"Just wait, Horse Boy. Just wait," Molten replied, not even hiding his smirk.