Here's my story I talked about, which many of you wanted to read. Also, I will be continuing Missing Piece. I honestly don't know when I'll update, but I already have half of the next chapter written. I'm only doing it for you all, so please do me this favor of giving my new story a shot.

I breathed in through my nose, and I exhaled with my mouth. Breathing was an important thing, and exercising it had a huge impact on how well we controlled our humans. Without knowing how to breath correctly, we wouldn't stay calm, have control, or be able to shade them from danger.

I took in another breath, slowly raising my head as I released it. Under my eyelashes, I looked at my trainer, Beckham, who had a smirk on his face.

"Come on, pretty boy. If you wanna move your human, you gotta be able to move a guardian first!" Beckham shouted to me from across the room.

I smirked back. Sure, I haven't trained in a long time, but he doesn't know what I've been doing since. He doesn't savvy that I've been rehearsing on my own time, manipulating other guardians without them realizing it. I can control my own kind just fine, which is completely rare and praise-worthy. And who do I owe thanks to? Myself. I've been my own trainer.

I continued to smirk, shaking my head and hunching a bit forward. "You don't know whats coming to you." Beckham barked a laugh, seeming genuinely amused. Idiot. Trainers think way too highly of themselves.

Right before he was about to add a comment - a moronic one, I'm sure - I focused my attention on seeing him stand in front of me. Just as I pictured my force pulling him toward me, just as he was about to say something completely foolish, and just as the Guardian Council watched me with ambiguity, I struck. Beckham came flying toward me, halting three inches away from my feet.

His coral eyes were shocked, his breathing coming out in short gasps, and his legs were shaking under him. I focused on holding him up, picturing him still standing in front of me, and everyone in this room knew I was the reason which kept him from collapsing. Backham gained control of his breathing, his figure still shaking.

"You can release me," he spat through clenched teeth, anger obviously overwhelming him. Good, becuase you asked for it. Stupid fucker. "I can stand on my own perfectly well."

My smirk only grew. "You are the trainer," I said innocently and let him go. As expected, the rush from moving across the room so fast was still over him, and he plunged to the floor. I rolled my eyes. For a guardian trainer, he seemed pretty weak to me.

I turned around, meeting the stunned faces of the Guardian Council and my mom. I smiled inoffensively, knowing what I just did was unbelievable to them. For me, it didn't seem such a big deal. I just moved a guardian across the room within a second. Now, ask me to move a human across the highway that fast, and we'll have a problem. That didn't matter now, though, because in their eyes, I did exceptionally well.

Unfortunately, I know I'm still not as good as my father was. He did a horrible thing, but was one hell of a guardian. I can only hope I get as good as he did, without abandoning my own family for a human.

I looked to my mom, a huge grin spread across her lovely face. I had made her proud, and as long as I keep doing that, I know I've fulfilled my mission.

Then, I heard someone from the Guardian Council speak. "Aiden Beck Carew, on behalf of the Guardian Council, we cordially honor you with the prestigious title of, once again, being a Guardian. Congratulations."

My mom clapped happily, and I grinned back at her.

"You know, pretty boy," I turned around. Beckham had gotten up, standing straight and tall now. "For someone who doesn't gloat, you sure will make one great guardian again." He took out his hand, expecting me to shake it.

I know he's just saying that because the Guardian Council is still here, but I shook it anyway. I won't be seeing this fucker ever again, and I know I made him fall to his knees, so shaking his hand is a way of saying 'See Ya!' Shaking it, I smiled timidly.

"Aiden Beck Carew, the Guardian Council is ready to announce your new human, which you will be guarding meticulously."

I straightening my back, forming a fist with each hand and placing them behind me. This wasn't the first time I was going to be assigned to a human, but it was more important than when I was a year old. Taking away my approval of being a guardian when I was two, and being renounced one when I'm three was a massive event, hardly ever seen. I screwed up the first time, but now I'll be more focused. I swore to myself.

"The Guardian Council assigns you, Aiden Beck Carew-" I know my own fuckin' name! I thought to myself, keeping my composer. You don't need to repeat it so many freaking times. "-to a human of the name Jennifer Evans."

"...she just turned fifteen, in human years, and is in her first year of high school. She's a teenager. It should be fine," my mom said once we were back home.

Fine. Fine.

Everything is always fine. She's been out way too long to think anything that involved me was 'fine'.

"Exactly!" I shouted, aggravated. "Shouldn't another teenage girl or Guardian Mother, like you, be her guard? I'm a teenage boy, in human years. I shouldn't be guarding a teenage girl!"

My mother smiled sweetly at me, and my animosity alleviated. Her smile is probably the only thing I can stand, in any world - human or guardian. She might never be here, or she may know how to push me to my brink, but I know she loves me - the shinny glint in her eye shows it.

"Sweety, it's actually very common for young male guardians to look over a teenage girl. You know how other human boys think, though you may not be human. You'll be able to protect her better than any female guardian and know when it's okay for her to do certain things. In fact, the more... 'outgoing'... teenage girls are the ones with a female guardian," my mom spoke softly.

"Outgoing girls... You mean sluts?" I asked bluntly.

"Aiden!" My mom scolded. She looked around, her straight and long glossy black hair flipping over her shoulders, making sure no one else heard me.

"You know you shouldn't talk about humans that way. It's our job to protect them, not insult them." She shook her head and walked past me. I felt my heart quench, knowing she was almost gone again.

"Look, you've been very lucky lately, the Guardian Council gave you plenty of time to recover from the accident." I shut my eyes and tuned her out. By the time I opened them and allowed myself to listen, her praising the Guardian Council had finally ended.

"Just try to take care of her the best you can, sweety." My mom walked back in front of me, dressed in a different outfit. Her black suit - formal attire was needed when you're even in the same freakin' building as the Guardian Council - was now replaced with a flowing skirt that matched her antique white blouse. Her clothing fit oddly perfect, contrasting against her black hair and gray eyes, which we both shared. She ran her fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes, knowing I will soon miss the touch of her soft hand. When I opened them, I saw she was staring lovingly at me.

"I know you are an amazing guardian, and with mistakes, we learn. I love you," she released my hair, "You've made me so proud-" and she kissed my nose, "-please continue to do so."

I looked down at her - I was six feet and two inches tall, a normal height for a male guardian; she was five feet with eleven inches, also an orderly height for a female guardian - and smiled sadly. I already missed her.

My mom's long fingers trailed over the side of my face, and her gray eyes began to sparkle and lighten in a way you wouldn't expect coming from such an ash color.

I leaned down to kiss her forehead and embrace her in a long hug.

She's always gone, guarding her human named Lisa, so I never see her. Being a Guardian Mother was a huge responsibility, especially when her human just married. My mom had only been back for the Guardian Council's decision on making me a certified guardian again. But damn straight if people say I love my mother - even go as far as to call me a mommy's boy - I know I am. And I don't care. I love her with all my heart. She's the only woman I'll ever need.

But Lisa also needs her. I know this, she knows this. So I let my mom go, and with another look filled with love, she closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. I closed my own eyes as well, not wanting to see her disappear. After a few seconds, I opened them and was met with an empty room. She left, back to the human world.

I sighed, knowing I would end up doing my best to take care of my newly assigned human - even though it was against my will. Not for the girls sake, but for the pure reason to make my mother proud.

I groaned, running my hands through my hair and down over my face. A teenage human girl? Fuck.

This was going to be just fantastic.