GodZ
Chapter 1: Introductories are In Order
PS:Don't own GoH
Italic text are thoughts just in case you haven't picked up on it
Both bold and italic text represents thoughts or letters,signs, etcs
It was around sunset. Birds were heading home. Nocturnal creatures were waiting for their time to roam. Yet a boy who would normally fear going pass the limits, was lore of a small creature that fluttered above him. A butterfly the same color as the sun when it's at it's highest; danced happily on air. It seemed fitting.
He'd always see birds, but those were to high up and fast for him to follow. The yellow butterfly however was much slower, so it was easy for the lad.
His mother only told him to stay in the back, he knew because he was different, because a certain physical feature.
But seeing that very pretty yellow butterfly, I guess his curiosity got the better of him, he couldn't help but wander around, following his bright little friend.
The boy ran carelessly through the vivid wilderness, chasing the little bug. So much into looking at it that he forgot to look where he was going.
"U-UWA~!"
Suddenly slipping on some leaves, the boy had landed on his backside. Wasn't like he was gonna start crying, he wasn't that much of a child, though; he was upset he lost sight of the butterfly.
The young one stood up, dusting himself off. After, his eye searched for the small fluttery creature. To no avail of course, but he instead was enticed by the sight of the tress that aimed way above his blue sky farther than his imagination. And the sound of various wildlife that moved about freely. He couldn't help but gawk at the wonders of the world that he's only been in for 3 years. The whole thing made him forgot the butterfly. He envied them, being able to…
Do what you want.
The sudden unfamiliar voice jar his head from the inside. Before he could contemplate it any further...
"KYU~~JIN~!" Uh-oh… "DINNER IS READY~~~!"
Whoa, a FAMILIAR voice echoed throughout the forest walls; it was the voice of his mother. He'd thought it safe to head back now, he basically already disobeyed her. If she had found him now, he'd upset her dearly.
"H-home, I guess."
When the lad turned to realize that he had strayed farther than he could see; his stomach felt weird. Almost as if it was a mixture between cramping and feeling sick. The feeling made the boy want to cry.
"M-momma would get r-r-really mad at me." The boy's face was making up, he inched more to crying, as if the situation was hopeless.
Then something again caught his attention.
The tears forming from his eyes were halted by the sight of the same butterfly that suddenly brought to his attention…
"A-...a-a ..." As he reached his hands out, the boy's mouth started to water. "…a...MANGO!"
A mango was it? No, it was in fact the orange color of the sun as it sets that had tricked the boy into think it as some sorta mango in the sky.
Can you blame him for this lack of knowledge, this was his first time seeing an actual sunset and he never saw one from his house because the forest would always block out the view of the sun before he could see a sunset.
"A ripe juicy MANGO!" The boy's hopes were suddenly at top peek.
You can only wonder since he was obviously hungry, why he wasn't this excited to head back home to enjoy a home cooked meal.
"It's so BIG~!"
The boy was rushing past everything, trying to find the highest point in the forest so he could grasp at the 'mango' . His legs running as fast as they could take him. He hadn't noticed he was heading up a sudden incline. He really wanted it, the poor boy would surely be disappointed.
The boy had heard a strange sound, it sounds almost like water pouring, it honestly didn't matter to him though.
"Once I get it, I'll split it with Momma and she won't be mad at me for going far!" The boy felt all giddy and joyous!
Umeon.
Huh?
Wait...
The boy heard that same mysterious voice in his head again.
Umeon!
It kept bothering the boy in the back off his head, but he wasn't fazed on the surface because he didn't even know who this 'Umeon' was.
You need to listen!
He wasn't paying attention, he was too focus on reaching the 'mango' that was the apple in his eyes.
Umeon! Stop it!
But…
"Uwaahhh?!"
The lad felt the ground disappear from under his feet. His head slowly shifted downwards, gazing at the ground that SHOULD be there. Instead, all he could see; a river flowing.
Falling into the waters below, he was thrown around the bottom of the river bed. His tries at grasping for air were as much as a fail as his attempts at getting the 'mango'. When he managed to reach the surface of the rushing river, what he saw might have been worse than the situation at hand…
He remember asking his mother about them.
She told him how they were an unstoppable forces.
He was always amazed about how it would pour endlessly and never run out.
The large scale.
The long drop.
A waterfall.
His frail body bounced against the rocks that the hellish waters rushed around, his tries at latching on to one failed endlessly, he was too slow. Each time he bashed against a rock, it would only ensure he was out of breath. Weakening him with ever blow.
The lad couldn't see it clearly, but he knew what was at the end of that horizon, the increasing sound of water falling only numbered his ultimate demise. The young one attempted to swim against the force of water leading to the drop. His body struggling pass it's limit. He could only think about his mother's sad face. He didn't want to see his mother sad, he remember she use to cry every time she saw that photo of his father that she kept hidden, he remember he used to sneak and look at the picture, reading the name on the back.
His father…
He only knew about him from his great-grandfather and uncles, who only told him in secret, his mother would never mention ANYTHING about his father, not even his name.
What a shameful thing, learning more about your father through someone else but you own mother.
Did the thought really make her unhappy?
He didn't want his mother unhappy…
But...he wanted to know...from her words, what he was like…
Too bad he won't get to.
Too bad this was it…
His eyes slowly closed, he was tired, he was outta energy...
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It wasn't fair…
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Only 3….
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Umeo, you must live Umeon...
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yes…sir.
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"KYU JIIINNNN!"
The boy felt his weightless body was all of a sudden in familiar arms. He could hear whimpering and sobbing. His name being called repeatedly. His eyes opened slowly, revealing a blurry figure.
"M-...mommy…?"
The lad had coughed up water. His lungs felt like fire. Wheezing and wailing.
The haze cleared from his vision, he saw a purple haired woman, her hair cut short. She was at least the last few months of being 19 years of age. She wore a red hoodie, unzipped, green t-shirt and gray sweat pants. Her left eye, that was normally covered by an eye patch, was a hot pink and oddly enough, glowing. Her right eye, lavender. Both were filled with tears. However, she had a relieved look on her face and a warm welcoming smile.
He couldn't tell if she was mad at him, disappointed with him, or happy he was alive. It could have been all three.
"Kyu...why...what are you doing here..." Now she had a look that was a mixture of disappointment and worry.
The boy fixed himself in his mother's arms, looking around at the location. They were in front of the waterfall…floating?
"K-...Kinto-Nimbus?" It was a magical cloud used by his father, or at least that's what his uncles say. Somehow, through the use of Borrowed Power, his mother was able to use it.
"KYU JIN!" Her sudden yelling scared the boy, his eyes flew wide open as he turned his attention to her at an alarming rate. "I'll ask again Mister, WHAT are you doing here and why?!" The tears in her eyes hadn't halted. She was still very shaken up by what had transpire, very inconsiderate of her; so was he.
The boy dropped his head, feeling as if her eyes would melt his head. "I-I-I-I was...trying to get you...a m-m-mango." He tried his hardest to sound as low as possible. But of course this was to no avail, she honestly hadn't care about the reason.
"DAMMIT KYU, ARE YOU OT AWARE HOW FRIGGING DANGEROUS THE FOREST IS!" Woman's voice was cracking under her hyperventilating, she just wanted to cry right now. "ALL THESE CUTS AND BRUISES!" Her eyes widen in horror. "WHAT IF YOU HAD…" she was halt by the sound of sobbing that wasn't her own, it was the lad; Kyu-Jin his name was. Of course he was gonna cry, not only was he being yelled at, but he made his mother unhappy. "You could have been..." She released a sign, her warm tears fell upon the boys dark colored hair. "...I could have lost you too." She pulled the boy close.
She felt guilty, she was the one who sheltered the boy, was it not she who wasn't keeping an eye on him, and she honestly never expected this? It was bound to happen. Before she could apologize, the lad burst out in tears. "PLEASE DON'T CRY MOMMY" He grabbed his mother's shirt, burying his face into her chest. "I PROMISE I'LL NEVER WORRY YOU AGAIN, I PROMISE I'LL ALWAYS BE ALIVE AND STRONGER FOR YOU!"
I promise!
"K-Kyu, it's al-"
I promise!
"NO!"
I promise!
"I'll PROTECT THE WORLD AROUND YOU, AND THAT'S WHAT I WANT!" His eyes stared into his mother's. She could see something burning. The words even made her continue her water works. Why was the words of a toddler making her heart skip beats? He was just a kid. She was both terrified and joyous. Is it because he's just like him? She was relieved that he had his heart...but she... couldn't allow it...she just couldn't.
I promise!
Both mother and child were riding on the flying Kinto-Nimbus. Since only she could use her ability to make herself ride it, she had the boy on her lap. The lady had used a new ability she had created to heal the boys wounds. She didn't want to leave the boy feeling like she didn't love him anymore.
"K-Kyu..."
"Yes...momma..."
"You know, you don't have to keep your tail hidden out here, I just taught you to hide it just in case."
The boy didn't say anything, his head still facing downwards with his face still red from crying. Like a sinner in church, he felt he could never be forgiven.
"I...I know it must hurt to keep it tied down under your pants belt." She gave a warm smile as she patted the boy on his head, running her hands through his hair that somewhat resembled his father's. But yes, that was right, a tail, the thing that made him different from the other kids. It was strange that his father didn't even have a tail, but his son does have one. She's thought of cutting it off, but was too scared it would cause major damage.
"C'mon." Even if he did disobey her, he knew what he did was wrong and apologized. I mean, she didn't exactly believe in any physical forms of punishment. She didn't want to cause him any minor injury that could become a hazard. Even a bruise could cost him his life! Or at least that's what she thought, the lass was overprotective like that. So she did research on various non physical punishment, or work out punishments such as; push-ups, squats, pull-ups, etc.
She tried her hardest to be a good mother, is she not good enough?
So why was he beating himself up any further?
Honestly though, she thought she was doing a good job, but this slip up, the fact her boy was drowning at the bottom of a rock filled rushing river about to fall off a waterfall!?
Her stomach felt tight as her body felt like crying again, she couldn't let that happen again!
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Why!? How could she be so careless!? This pain, these headaches, they were happening because she let this problem happen! She fucked up! She got too comfortable! The boy merely took advantage of a loophole she fail to cover up! Yeah, she trusted her son to never do it again, but she also rather have some good safety measures just in case.
These thoughts mad her heart hurt greatly, as if it was being suppressed. The sharp pain that made her relive the horror.
No, she needed to focus on how she could keep him safe.
But right now, there is the case of this boy being depressed. It was as if he was trying to make her feel guilty. "If you keep torturing yourself like this..." The boy felt something wet on his head. The lad came to a shocking conclusion what that might have been, tears.
His mother was crying again? Why?
"...if you keep holding yourself accountable..."
The boy felt his mother's grip tighten.
"...if you continue to carry all the worlds burdens..."
Her voice cracked, he could virtually hear her trying to sound stable.
"...you'll only end up withering away...at the cost of the whole world holding you to blame...just like your father."
Honestly, she couldn't tell if she was referring to herself at this point instead of the boy. He only started doing such, she had been doing it ever since she became a mother, he had been doing it ever since he found out he was a god.
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She felt something push against her stomach. When she shifted back just to look down at what it was.
The boy's tail.
"I promise you momma...I'll help you carry it. You'll never be alone." The boy had a good heart just like his father, but if only he knew that's what she feared.
They had returned home. Hovering above the home on the Kinto-Nimbus, they notice a familiar person down below holding a bag. Who happens to look up, waving at the pair.
The magical cloud stops near the visitor. He again waved with a glee smile on his lazy face. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans, his left eye was covered a black eye-patch, his right; lazily gazed at the duo.
Kyu leaped off his mother's arms and ran towards the man. "Uncle Han!"
The man crouched down, placing the bag down on the ground, he caught the boy in his arms, fling him up into the air and catching him, twirling him around. His mother couldn't help but have an amused grin on her face, releasing a few chuckles also. "Wait..." He instantly noticed the boy's terrible condition. "W-whoa!? Are you alright Kyujin?" his worried look was meant with an instant nod from the very optimistic boy. "Yep, momma used her new healing ability on me." That sounded nice, but it didn't ease his worry all that much, but he figured it would serve him no gain to know what happen if both are alright...despite looking like they have been crying for hours.
He stopped to look at the boy's mother, she stared back at him, pleased. "What honer do I have for you company, Daewi Han..."
He shot a smile at her. "Well hello, Jin Soo-Jin."
She giggled, hopping off the cloud, she made her way over towards him causally. "Jeez, I wasn't married to the guy." Her hand scratching the back of her head, the other in her hoodie pocket. "It's still Soo-Jin LEE." She walked up to the man, she wasn't as tall as him, but she stood to his neck.
Daewi put Kyu down. "Oh you weren't now~?" He stared into her eyes, lifting his hand to poke at her forehead. "You don't tell me to stop though."
"Heh." She playfully smacked his hand out of her face. "I prefer you don't flirt with me in front my son." Now, lifting her hand, poking at his chest.
"So… Why is he called 'Kyu-Jin' instead of 'Kyu-Lee' ,then?"
Soojin didn't even want to answer him, giving him an annoyed expression. "It's Jin Kyu-jin, not 'Jin Kyu-Lee'... " Now that she thought about it...damn, that would have been very clever if his name was 'Jin KyuLee'. Fuck, how could she screw that up, two parts from the parents, one original. DAMMIT! Too late now.
"I gotta admit, you are a very loyal and devoted to him." Daewi's smile dropped, he had a rather sorrowful look on his face as he stared at Soojin.
Her eyes rolled, she place her hands fully on his chest."Yeah...unlike you." She pushed him back with the same hand. She had a rather forced smirk on her face.
Pushed back a couple steps, he released a sigh, he had an uncomfortable look on his face. "Is that so...I'd like you to be more specific as too wh I'm loyal yo..." Soojin could feel the mood tense up. She wanted to lighten up the mood, she wanted to show Daewi she was over it, that she wasn't still hung up on him.
Soojin rushed towards him for a surprise attack, not a kick, but a punch. Aiming his face.
Surprise by her sudden swing, Daewi quickly lifted his hand, catching her punch. His head tilted slightly to the side, just in case if he had failed to block properly; his head would hopefully be outta harms way.
He didn't know what she was expecting. His Full Contact Karate promoted arm strength, did she really think she could hit him with a punch? The basis of his fighting style? "Why are you trying to kill me now?" He gulped, holding her fist in his hand, he was on his guard just in case she was gonna follow up with a roundhouse kick. "Is it because you thought I was speaking of him in a negative light?" He tried to move her fist away from it's set position, of course to know avail. "C-cause I wasn't."
"Loyal and devoted, ey?"Removing her fist from his grip, she took a couple lazy steps back. "Love does that ya'know." She had a look of worry on her face that she tired her best not to show, staring at the sky aimlessly, mouth slightly open. As if witnessing something amazing.
" 'Love' has you attacking friends...?"
She blurt out a rather quiet laughter.
Kyu, the lad had no idea what they were talking about or what that whole thing was about. He stumbled to his mothers side, noticing her aura feeling rather depressed. But he noticed something."Uncle Han...w-what's in the bag?"
It took Daewi a while to realizes what the boy was talking about."Oh?" He looked around for where he had left the bag. His eyes set sight on the bag slightly behind Soojin. He rushed towards it, somewhat shocking Soojin with his inconsideration for the fact he could have knocked her over. He turned towards the two. "This, this right here is a made from scratch!" Pulling a box out the bag, he knelt down so Kyu could see what was inside, Soojin bent over to see herself, open the box, facing it towards the two, "A cake."
Both gawked in amazement. Daewi's cooking was like heavenly delight. Their mouths watered at the sight. A nice crisp and fluffy cake, it was pure white and smelled of vanilla and had little frosting roses that smelled of mint. Their throats choked up.
Soojin wiped her mouth and cleared her throat. She looked towards Kyu, patting him on his head. "Great, we can have it for dessert." Kyu turned towards his mother with a massive grin on his face
Kyu's head swung towards Daewi who was in front of him, then he looked back towards his mother."C-can Uncle Han stay for dinner!?"
Soojin's eyes suddenly strayed from Kyu's. She had this look on her face that was mixture of uncomfortable and suspicious "I rather he not."
This surprised him, don't get it wrong, he DIDN'T like her cooking, it wasn't bad, but it was bland and boring. "H-huh? Why not? What did I do?" Honestly, only HE enjoyed her cooking. He remembers him always asking for more, increasing the fluster on Soojins face. As everyone thought her food was like eating transportation food, like plane food, hospital food, and train food. It was lacking, fulling, but lacking...it was just…. FOOD...not bad, but not good. Of course this gave blows to self confidence in the skills that a wife would deem necessary. What are the odds the one that liked her cooking was the perfect match for her. Whenever they asked. Whenever they hinted. He use to always say 'It's food for the strong.'
Soojin had a pout expression. "Well not to offend or anything but…" Snatching the cake from Daewi's hands without hesitation. "And don't take it too personal...but" she avoided eye contact of any.
Daewi's eye twitched with annoyance. His face, bitter with her obvious dancing around explaining her reason. "O-out with it."
Soojin pulled her son in front of her, handing him the cake and covering his ears shut. This of course confused Han Daewi.
Soojin held the boys ears shut, asking him if he could hear her, to no answer he's given. This was exactly what she wanted, her vision was now dead focus on Daewi. Starring at him like a hawk, this f course scared him a bit.
Taking a deep breath, She blurted out. "Y-YOU HAVE BEEN DIVORCED THREE TIMES!"
Daewi coughed up blood, his body felt like ice was in his veins. He couldn't believe she was bring THIS up.
"AND HAVE THREE KIDS YOU HARDLY VISIT! I CAN'T HAVE THAT SORTA NEGATIVE INFLUENCE ON MY SON!"
He stood there like a statue, taking bird crapings. Managing to muster up some strength from that berating;"B...b-but..."
"You coming over to train him is fine, but coming over just to chat, yeah-no..."
Has she no mercy? There was only so much negative truth he could take.
"So please don't feel offended alright~" And with that, she bowed. Releasing the Kyu's ears
His confidence wearied at this point. "I...understand." He figured he might as well leave, the lad turned around, stumbling away.
Kyu was shocked at the sudden leave. "Uhwa! He's leaving?" What was it that his mother said to him?
Soojin put her hands on his shoulders "Something came up" She had a weird smile on her face as if she tried to hide something. "Say 'goodbye' Kyu."
The boy quickly waved to the man, yelling words of temporary parting. "See ya Uncle Han, thanks for the cake."
Only visible gesture Daewi gave was a simple hand raise, but Kyu knew what he meant.
Diner was long over and the boy lied in his bed, room lit by the moonlight that shined through the window. His mother was only a few feet away, on the floor. She normally sat in his room for a while before leaving back to her own, he never questioned it. She just sat there with her legs cross as if she was meditating.
The look she had was almost as if she was troubled, a small note was she had her eye patch back on. It was clear she hadn't noticed her son had woken up.
He almost didn't want to bother her, but there were a couple questions he wanted to ask.
"M-...momma?" In an instant she answer. "Y-y-yes Kyu? I-if you want me to leave..." She stood up off the floor, you can tell she felt dizzy from the sudden rush "...I'll leave you to sleep-"
"N-no! That's not it..."
It felt like a ton to swallow, but she knew she couldn't cower from this. Soojin slowly walked over tot the boy's bed, easing down on it. Sitting there, she didn't even turn to stare at him. Her body instantly heated up, felt like an interrogation.
He didn't want to move an inch. He felt worried for some reason. His eye's went from looking at the ceiling, to staring his mother's face. He wondered why she didn't look at him.
A moment of pause had controlled the room, she felt like she'd crack under pressure of whatever question he might ask. She didn't think she could hide it from him any longer if he asked
"Momma...I have three questions."
Three? Just three? That calmed her a bit. All she had to do was get the most transparent answers she could. She could even lie if she could keep her sanity straight.
"T-three? G-got it." Her body was still tense. She was basically radiating uncomfortableness. "Ask away kiddo."
"Okay..." Kyu thought very hard abouit if, "Is it true Kinto-Nimbus belongs to my father?"
Huh? She honestly never told him anything about the Kinto-Nimbus. It was something Soojin inherited from the boy's father. She used her Borrowed Power's ability of Sovereignty to be able to manipulate his Kinto-Nimbus. It sure takes a lot of energy to maintain. She sure didn't know where he'd learn that it was from his fath-...damn, it couldn't be...did one of the guys tell him?
Shit
Don't they know how dangerous this was? How dare they. Soojin knew she'd take care of it later.
She figured she should keep it a simple answer though, something he won't ponder any further. "Y-yes."
The lad gave a huff. The boy didn't seem to contemplate on that answer. She guess he was pleased. Kyujin thought he should move on. "Well… Who is 'Umeon'?"
"Huh? ''Umeon?" Okay, a question she could answer without worry. "No clue." Now that she thought about it, it might have been a bad thing that she doesn't know anybody with that name.
"L-last one, okay kid?"
"mmm'k." The boy had sat up on his bead. Soojin only looked towards him barely. Out the corner of her eye.
The boy took a deep breath, his mother, waited for her execution question.
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"Why did you name me 'Kyu Jin' anyway?" The boy asked rather melancholy like.
This was a question she felt lukewarm about. Pulling herself on her feet, Soojin made her way to the other side of his bed. Kyu mad room for her on the bed. Sitting in next to him, she put her arm around him around him as they leaned back on the head end bed post. His name? His name is part Japanese actually, 'Kyujin Namekata' is spelled with the characters, 'Savior of Man.' Because one day, someone told her that 's what he was gonna be, though she knew very well that he wasn't gonna get involve with all that stuff. Not if she could help it.
"Your Aunt Yata...from the Japanese team...suggested it..."
"Oh...is that it?" The boy's tone sound disappoint.
"N-no! How dare you, you think I'll let my child have such a name because someone suggested it!?" Her face flustered, although it was only half true. "I named you Kyujin...because..."Soojin released a huff."Because, you are a very expressive, versatile, and spontaneous person." The boy's eyes widen. Words so big, he couldn't comprehend the meaning. But even still, he didn't feel like those were bad words.
Her hand combs through his hair softly, as if gliding.
"You are happiest when you are connected with other people and joining them in things."
"'things'?" The boy questioned.
She replied with a snarky tone. "Yes, 'things', bite me." both giggled.
Soojin lied next to the boy, turning over to face him. "Your name gives you a desire to sing, dance, and have a good time." She held on to his little hands. "You like having a good time, right?" she ask in a witty tone
The lad gave a big smile/grin on his face "Yep~!"
The very sight made Soojin giddy."Attaboi kiddo."
She moved her arms around her son. "You...you are a very idealistic, emotional, and reliable person, liking to do things on the spur-of-the-moment and you hate being repressed or held down to dull or tedious details."
"But even with all those good qualities you still lack concentration, so if you wanna promise mommy anything; it's that you should stay focus." A look f determination brew on her face, her eyes slightly teary.
"Y-yes, I w-will!" It was the same for him, teary eyed determination.
Soojin pulled the boy in closer, letting out a giddy moan to confirm she liked that answer.
Soojin held a finger in his face, poking his nose. "Also, to bring out the higher side of yourself, you need to embrace your creative side." The boy gave a reassuring nod before getting in comfy next to his mother.
"And please..." She didn't want to bring it up...but...she had to "...p-please...please don't be like your father and get all overindulgence in food and your emotions. You could get fat and won't be able to control yourself properly." Notice she didn't touch more on the 'emotions' part, cleaver dodge.
She damn near scared the boy with this one, he loved food, and was a very emotional person, he wasn't sure he could promise her that...and she knew this.
"Jin Kyujin 'Namekata'." H-huh? For some reason, her voice was cracking as he felt her pull him closer, their faces as close as can be. The tears had started to form once more. This shocked the near sleepy boy. It was killing her, the thought that she could prevent it, the only person capable of preventing it is gone. She would give her life and very being to prevent it.
Wiping her face with her hoodie sleeve, Soojin knew she had to speak soon. Her whimpers and tears were not gonna substitute for the blood and sweat she was gonna put in 110% more of to keep the boy from ending up like...
The very though couldn't be finished, she wasn't strong enough to even consider that possibility. Wiping her face once more, Soojin finally spoke. "You have a unique inner potential. With your first breath, a spiritual essence and purpose became a part of you and gave you life..." Voice had cracked at this point, it almost sounded like she was pleading, boy sleep boy could only watch in horror, something she has been doing since his birth. "...caused your heart to beat, and your systems to work, and then you started growing. Your birth decided your unique core purpose, the reason for your life, and the pathway you should follow for ultimate happiness." Why was she telling him this stuff she didn't even believe? Or rather, didn't want to happen.
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"I...really wish...I could have gotten you...that mango...mommy..."
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"It's alright sweety...maybe next time."
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"I...wasn't...strong enough...I wasn't...at my full...'potential'."
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W-what?
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"Whether your inner potential fully expresses depends on how you use your name...my son."
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W-Wait, you and Jin Mori-
H-huh? Oh, you're Midori Yata...r-right-
...You're pregnant!
Whoa! Hold on, we just met! And...and, WHAT? P-preg- You're screwing with me right? There is n-no way-
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I'm not sure whether to be happy about this or sad. *tired chuckle*
'Kyujin'...that will be his name.
S-shit! It's a b-b-boy? Okay this is all happening WAY too fast for me-
What is that on your finger? A Ring?
H-huh? N-no...it's...it's half of Jin Mori's magical headband.
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H-he ask me to m-m-marry him, he told me..w-when this is all over, we'd live together.
I can not predict Mori's future, however your unborn son's.
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He's going to die the day he gains 100% of his father's power...or rather, he will be killed-
DON'T SCREW WITH ME YOU JAPANESE BITCH, W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'KILLED'?!
Jin Mori is not in the boy's future.
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W-what do you mean...WHAT DO YOU MEAN DAMMIT?! A-Are you saying...are you saying...a-NO! Tell me how to prevent it!
Preventing it is impossible...
FUCKING LIES!
P-...I can not grantee Mori's safety. But... The death of your child could change the fate of Jin.
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N-n-no...Have you no mercy, condemning my unborn child?
Need I remind you that i do not write fate, I just preach it?
*sob*D-don't*sob* you sass m-me sister*sob*
My vision doesn't tell me of what age he'll be when this happens. It could very well be in his old age long after you have passed. You must keep the boy from the path the fate has put him on for as long as you can...
I will keep in touch and help anyway I can.
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*sob*
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"What a shitty memory..."
(TBC)
Author note: Another fan fic I'm writing, totally, but not completely unrelated to my other GOH fanfics...somewhat. It's only unrelated because those aren't finish yet.
This fanfic is influence by both Hindu epic Ramayana and Dragon Ball Z. I originally conceive the idea for this fanfic back when I thought Jin Mori died during the end of the Sage Realm arc. Kyujin was originally Jin reincarnated the SECOND TIME, first time was when Jin TaeJin found him. And Soojin took it upon herself to find and raise the now infant Jin Mori.
But shit happens, I got this two years later(?) R&R wakawelcome!