Welcome to Haunts of the Heart! This is my first drabble in anything Xiaolin Showdown, as well as my first Chack (Jack Spicer X Chase Young) fic. I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: When Jack Spicer, should-be heir to the Spicer fortune, finds out that his parents have passed away, he nervously but eagerly goes to collect what they have left him. However, he's sorely disappointed to only inherit 1 of the Spicer mansions, along with everything - and everyone - in it. On one stormy night, he's about to realize just how alone he really is!
Warnings: It's a yaoi. Typical warnings that go along with those kind of fics. So if you're not in to homosexual fics, please leave now. Do not flame me, because I did warn you and I did tell you the shipping, so it should be clear that this is a boy X boy fic. Also, there'll be smut later on if anyone cares to stick around long enough for me to post that far. I'll be posting in parts, and I'll be posting on this rather sporatically, just so you know.
Disclaimer: I have not and probably never should own Xiaolin Showdown! Jack Spicer and Chase Young belong to whoever created Xiaolin Showdown. All the nameless characters were spur of the moment creations by me, though I will be adding an OC much later on in this fic. Read on!
It Began with Loss...
"What? My parents are dead?"
"That's right," confirmed a man wearing a brown leather trench coat over a black business suit, "Happened just last night. Your mom and dad dropped dead of a heart attack, they did. At the same time, too. Quite strange, really. How many cases can you think of where a married couple just drop dead of heart attacks at exactly the same time?"
Ruby-colored eyes blinked wide in disbelief at the older man dressed in a business suit and brown trench coat before their owner, a young man of nineteen with sheet-white skin dressed in similar apparel to the older man, regained his composure. He was a business man – a successful one, at that – and he was used to sudden surprises like this.
The fact that both of his parents died so suddenly without prior evidence to warn of their fate surprised the young man, but it did not disturb him the way it should have. To be honest, he could care less if they were dead or not. His parents had been absent for most of his childhood, and he'd learned at a young age to break off most of his relationships with his nearly non-existent parental figures.
"Man, I told them you wouldn't be shocked," the older man snorted, "But those lawyers didn't listen. They insisted that you'd take the news better from someone that knew you well. Hey, that's what friends are for, right?"
"… Lawyers?" the young man asked dumbly, his red eyes blank.
"Maybe you're not so fine," his friend stated, arching an eyebrow at his younger companion in concern, "You ok, Jack? You look pale."
That was all it took to break the spell of the younger man's confusion. His ruby eyes narrowed at his friend as he scowled at the poor joke.
"You think?" Jack snorted, rolling his ruby eyes in exasperation as he replied sarcastically, "I guess I am a little pale. It couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm albino."
"Alright, alright, lighten up on the glaring," his friend huffed, "I get your point. I just haven't seen you zone out like that in a long time, not since you first started your tech business and made me your partner. You're normally so cool and calm, it's hard to tell when something really phases you."
"Never mind that," Jack snapped, "You said lawyers?"
"That's right," the older man confirmed again, "Your parents hired some lawyers to draft and read their will upon passing."
"Will, huh?" Jack mused, "You think they left me anything good?"
"Jack, man, your parents were rich!" his friend snorted, "They had loads of cash! And you're their only child. If that doesn't make you the heir to the Spicer fortune, nothing will, man."
"I don't know," Jack mused, "My parents never really showed much favor towards me. Especially after… that incident…"
"What, when they found you smooching with the son of one of their business partners?" his friend chuckled, "For being such terrible parents, I never would have thought they'd be so judgmental about you being gay and all."
At that, the older man broke out into chortles, doubling over in his mirth. A slight rosy flush of pink in Jack's cheeks quickly disappeared as anger replaced his embarrassment.
"Stop laughing at me!" Jack snapped, "I assume you don't want to lose your job, do you?"
"No, sir!" the older man declared in a soldier-like fashion, straightening until he stood perfectly still, though there was still an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Good," Jack muttered, "Now, if you're competent enough to handle the business for one day, I think I'll meet with my parents' lawyers tomorrow and see what they left me."
"Sure thing," his friend/partner assured, "You have fun with that while I cover for you back at the office."
"Right, now if you don't mind, I think I'd like to catch up on a little bit of sleep before tomorrow," Jack announced.
With that, Jack dismissed himself from their meeting on the wharf. His friend blew him a teasing kiss before turning and walking the other way to his car. Jack shrugged of the gesture, knowing full well it was his friend's way of making fun of him for being gay. Instead, he chose to walk along the wharf for a while. He had originally planned to supervise another shipment of metal and circuitry coming in when his partner had requested that they stay for a little bit longer to discuss some personal business in private, away from the office.
Now that he was alone, Jack allowed himself to contemplate more thoroughly on the information he'd just received. So his parents were dead. It really didn't bother him in the slightest. He had always been just shy of fully resenting and hating them for not being there for him when he needed them.
What interested him was the mention of their will. He might be a successful business owner with a company that made millions of dollars in profit each year, but the fortune of his parents made his income look like pennies in comparison.
So, if his friend was correct, as the only Spicer heir, Jack was the most likely candidate to inherit the Spicer fortune. Assuming that his parents had forgiven him for being himself, he definitely had a chance of getting the money and everything else that came with it.
Half smiling to himself, Jack turned on his heel, his black trench coat flowing behind him as he walked along the wharf to where his car was waiting.
Jack's in for a nasty surprise, I'll tell you that much. Who likes the fic so far? Please at least review to say whether you liked it or not - unless you intend to flame! Flaming is not appreciated and unnecessary, seeing as I'll continue to write what I want whether you like it or not! Just like you are entitled to your opinion, I am entitled to write whatever I want.