Okay, the next installment of my story "Such a Pure Thing." I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you got a bit confused about something in the first chapter or now, don't worry! It shall be explained in due time!
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Summary time!
Some things are explained to you visitors, but there are more questions then answers now. Jak has been having it rough with his life in Haven right now, but he is having the most trouble with Kiera and their kiss (see Jak X). Both do not realize the cause of the others emotion toward on another. Daxter is a hero? Yes, but not in the way you think.
This is still not quite teen material yet I know, but its getting there! Trust me. Enjoy, and remember! Review! Review! Review!
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2. Scars
As Jak and Daxter flew on their zoomer to the gate that led them into the Slums Jak's communicator gave a small repeating beep. Knowing that if he took his hands of the steering of the zoomer the two friends would probably crash into one of the ruins, and his already blurred sight from all of the snow wasn't going to help. So, he did the most illogical and stupid thing any person could ever do.
"Dax, could you get the communicator? The beeping is giving me a headache," as if Jak had enough of those already.
"Sure, just make sure we don't run into anything," answered the little precursor as he crawled forward on the seat to reach into the pocket on Jak's pants.
"No promises."
"Haha, very funny. Hey! Watch where you're going will you!" yelled Daxter as Jak hit the gas as he made the routine jump over a large ditch, and almost missing the ledge as the small ledge they landed on crumbled away as they flew onward. Once they were over the ditch, and somewhat safe, Daxter continued his mission of getting the communicator.
"Come on Dax! You don't like a little thrill every now and again?" yelled Jak a little smugly as he put his head high up in air and gave an adrenaline full smile.
"No! No I do NOT!" Yelled Daxter as he picked up the communicator out of Jak's pocket and sat back down in his original spot and pressed the button to stop the beeping.
Thank god that one headache was over! Now Jak had to deal with the other twenty-seven…
"Hey Daxie! Hi Jak!" said another small Ottsel in the communicator, Tess. She looked so small and frail compared to when she was an elf. But, that hadn't stopped her from doing her… "Hobby," if you could call it that.
As co-owner of the Naughty Ottsel with Daxter she had some free time and whenever she got the chance she would do her "hobby" of making weapons. Jak had asked once her why she still did it when the war was over. She had just replied with a smile saying that she just loved doing it so much she couldn't give it up… and that she needed some way to protect herself now that she was so small. With that she would give a false smile and continue with whatever she was doing, acting like that she hadn't just had the conversation.
"Hey," replied Jak as he refocused through the snow on the road in front of him.
"Hey, you need some Daxter love, Tessie. 'Cause I got plenty. Promise," said Daxter playfully with a wink and a big smile. This was the kind of stuff that made Jak want to stop the zoomer and just puke, but his pride always kept him from doing it. Though, his pride seemed like a very small priority the more and more he had to listen to the dribble. It looked extremely small this morning.
Tess gave a small giggle at Daxter's greeting and continued with her message," I was just calling to tell you that I need you to come in a little later today, I'm closing the bar for a little while to make some calls because of the snow. So I'll have to give you a rain check on that promise… for now. Okay, come by at one this afternoon."
"Okay Tessie. See you in four hours. I'll be expecting to see that rain check of yours, so that I can rip it to shreads," Said Daxter, trying not being as flirtatious at that moment, seeing that Jak had a nauseas look on his face.
Tess gave another giggle, "Also, Kiera wanted me to tell Jak that she wants you to come over to the garage. Said she had something for you, Jak."
"Okay," replied Jak, momentarily taking his focus off of the road.
So, even after all this time she was still acting like the city, only wanting to see him when necessary. It had started a couple of days after they had kissed. He thought she had regretted kissing him, he knew that he regretted kissing her. But not at first, by letting her kiss him she had come in to much, and that gave Kiera an even greater chance of getting hurt if he ever lost control of… it. So he had been frustrated with himself with letting her get so close. He had liked kissing Kiera though. And the young man was greatly confused by all of it, he wasn't sure how should react to the whole thing. But, to Kiera she felt like she had done something wrong. She knew how Jak felt about physical contact. She thought that Jak's slight change in behavior was because he was upset about the contact of the kiss, but it had seemed that he had enjoyed kissing her when it had happened. It felt like the man had packed all of his love for her over the years into that too short kiss. The whole thing confused her as much as it did Jak. But, another thought dominated in her mind. Maybe Jak was upset because he didn't like her anymore. So she had decided that Jak had wanted her to leave him alone when he had moved, though that wasn't the case at all.
But Jak didn't know any of this.
"Tell her that we'll be there soon," answered Jak as he quickly snapped out of his thoughts.
"Okay, but she also said that she just wants to talk with just you, Jak."
"What? I want to see this!" yelled Daxter, forgetting that Tess was still listening.
"Daxter," said the green blonde with a hint of pleading in his voice that only the stubborn Precursor could hear.
"Okay, okay. I'll wait in the hall on that lumpy couch then," grumbled the Ottsel in defeat.
"Okay! I will tell Kiera! Bye!" said Tess, who had clearly tried to ignore Daxter's comment, and the communicator went blank before Daxter could say his own goodbye.
"Ah, the chick digs me," said Daxter as he gave a smirk. He then put the communicator back and Jak's pocket. He sat back down and fixed the placement of Jak's jacket on himself. Jak rolled his eyes with a smile as he stopped the zoomer by the gate and got off of his zoomer. Daxter hopped off of the zoomer, leaving the jacket behind, as was the routine.
"Dang, it's even colder now!" mumbled Daxter as he walked through the snow to join Jak by the gate. Daxter crawled back up on Jak's shoulder as he walked a few steps to a small monitor by the door with a slightly bigger screen below it.
The small monitor instantly lit up as Jak stopped in front of it. The small contraption was a security measure that he had asked the city to put in. There was another monitor on the other side of the gate that one would use to get in. The way that it worked was that whenever Jak and Daxter need to leave or come in either one would place his hand on the lower monitor to have it scanned. Once scanned the upper monitor would say whether or not it was one of the two. If it was Jak the monitor would say," Jak: accepted. Ready for next scan." And they same thing would happen for Daxter. If it weren't Jak then it would reject it and some type of a trap would be set off. If Jak tried to do this in his Light or Dark form the machine would reject it. That was main reason as to why he had wanted the system, to keep Dark out of the city.
The next person would put their hand on the scanner and this process would continue. Daxter and all of Jak's friends were in the system so they could come and go as well. Ashelin and every body, except for Daxter, rejected the idea immediately. They all said that it was unnecessary, but Jak didn't believe that and put the device in anyways.
Jak and Daxter did this and the gate gave a click and the gears started to move. The gate opened as its thick metal doors opened. The two heroes returned to the zoomer and headed into the Slums. Once the two were out the door closed instantly, unlike when they had opened.
As Jak flew through the Slums to the garage he felt very annoyed that he had to obey zoomer traffic laws now, instead of just getting to speed through all the traffic and jacking a zoomer whenever the one he was riding was about ready to explode. It seemed like there were no benefits to being a hero, just more and more rules that he had to keep for not his sake, but his friends' sakes. If he didn't they would start to worry, and that would lead to unnecessary questions and problems for them all. So that meant that Jak had keep a good image while in Haven City. An image Jak didn't like having to keep up. He almost liked being an outlaw better than this. Heck, he did like being an outlaw better then this.
Jak and Daxter finally reached garage after about twenty minutes of the grueling traffic. If they had drove the way that Jak liked to drive it would have taken him six minutes instead of twenty. He also had hated the drive over because every one kept on staring at him with not just their usual glares of hate and fear, but today it also had confusion mixed with those cold glares. Jak knew the reason that they were glaring at him with a confused look was because they couldn't figure out why Jak was only wearing a thin, torn shirt when they had covered themselves with so much clothing to stay mildly warm. This was one of the things that didn't help his image, and –honestly-- that was perfectly okay with him.
When they parked in front of Kiera's garage Jak decided he couldn't take the glares anymore. He got off of his zoomer in a hurry and rushed inside, almost running into the door before it could swish open he was moving so fast. Taking Daxter by surprise as he grabbed Jak's jacket and dragged it with him as he jumped off of the zoomer and ran after his friend, visibly worried by his friend's anxious movements. But when Daxter came into the hall, leading to the garage, in it he gave a confused look as he saw his friend taking his shirt off and throwing the arm guard on the lumpy sofa. At first this confused the Ottsel, but then he remembered about the light eco keeping Jak so warm. So it even affected him inside…
"You're that warm, Jak?"
"Oh, yeah. I would have done it sooner but I didn't want the people to see my… back," sighed Jak as he looked down. Daxter knew exactly what Jak was talking about. He needed no explanation. So he left his question at that. But, he forgot about Kiera in the garage and of what she would think of Jak's… appearance.
"Well… What are you doing standing around? Go in there and get what you need from Kiera. And don't take too long! It is really boring in here!" Daxter yelled for encouragement and gave Jak a hard kick in the shins to make him move, and with that he turned around and tossed Jak's jacket onto the sofa, then he jumped onto the old, lumpy sofa. Turning around to watch his friend go into the room, with one hand on the shoulder guard next to him and the jacket on his other side.
"Hey, Buzz Head. Don't forget about your shirt," said the Ottsel as he pointed a finger at the shirt lying on the ground just a few steps away from the sofa.
"Oh yeah, thanks," mumbled Jak as he bent over to pick up the shirt. He put the shirt over his shoulder so that it wouldn't get in the way.
Jak didn't feel the kick in the shins when Daxter had done it, but he moved towards the door because of his friend's encouragement and faith in him. He was glad he had someone to do that for him. Daxter was definitely a hero, but in a different way than Jak. Daxter was hero because he had given Jak his sanity back and had kept him from turning back into insane a insane murder for the rest of his life with the dark eco inside of him. Daxter had saved the world many more times then Jak had. There were to many times for out broken hero to count. Daxter had saved the world from Jak, but he had also saved Jak from this hard, cruel world.
Thanks, Dax.
With a final sigh Jak grabbed the handle of the old fashioned metal door and slowly opened it. Not knowing what to expect from the turquoise haired woman in the room, and not looking back for anymore support. Though, he should have looked back. Why, you say? You ask so many questions, visitors. For, if he had looked back he would have seen Daxter open his mouth to yell a warning to our broken hero. This hero had gained the chance to endanger the world, again. That hero had lost the chance to save the world, again.
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Woah, another long chapter. Though the first one was longer according to Word. Oh well, it is still kinda long. 'Kay! You, readers, go review! and thanks to muses... Dark Jak's method worked the best. Me shutting up and typing... weird that his advice actually worked without anyone getting killed in the story.
Dark Jak: Not yet anyways...
Jak: Remember, if I die then you die too!
Light Jak: Same for me!
Dark Jak: You people are no fun, you know that?
Jak: My fun is different from your fun!
Dark Jak: Is it really so different?
Light Jak: ... Man! He is good!
Me: I know! Dark Jak has skills with words! You now... not so much. You just keep the story a little bit positive. And normal Jak is the main focus of the story, so I have to have him!
Dark Jak: All of you SHUT UP! And YOU keep on typing!
Me, Light Jak, and Jak(surprisingly): Go back to word and help Me type while Dark Jak watches tv
