9:12AM, The Naughty Ottsel
Jak was sitting at one of the bar stools at the Naughty Ottsel, his mind replaying the events of last night
"I used to worry so much about you when you were away"…
Do we still have what we used to have between us? Jak thought to himself
His thoughts were interrupted by the doors of the Ottsel bursting open.
There stood a dark toned, burly man. His chiseled face wore the expression of vetran warrior. A peacemaker was strapped loosely onto his heavily armoured back.
"Sig!". Jak stood up, his attention now focused on the man standing at the doorway. He noticed that there was a woman which he did not recognize, who looked to be of Spargan descent, standing at his side. She was by no means short, but the top of her head wasn't even close reaching Sig's shoulder, which goes to show how huge this man really was.
"Jak. Sit down, we need to talk", Sig stated somewhat grimly. "We need to talk". It seemed that the excitement of last night's celebrations had been totally burned out of him. Both Spargans took a seat next to Jak.
"Jak this is Morandi, the head of the Council at Spargus", he gestured to the woman, his tone unchanged. "It's come to our attention that you are part of the Mar family bloodline, which Damas, the now deceased King was part of". Jak nodded. Yes yes, he knew all of this. He waited for Sig to elaborate
"Jak there's…" Sig seemed to be at a loss for words for a minute. He attempted to start speaking, but then abruptly stopped.
"Jak I don't know how to put it to you. Maybe showing this will make it easier". He looked at Morandi, who promptly pulled out a slightly tattered piece of parchment.
"Jak this is Damas' will, which he ordered us to open only on his death", Sig began. "See this?" He pointed at the parchment. "One of his wishes on his death, was that if his son was ever found, he, and he alone should be the one to inherit the throne from his father.."
There was an awkward silence.
"So I guess this means, that you're now the new King of Spargus", Sig continued. The words felt awkward coming out of his mouth. "Morandi asked me to accompany her to Haven, to find you."
"Spargus needs you Jak", piped up Morandi's heavily accented voice. It was the first time he'd heard her speak. "The citizens are becoming restless. They want security, and that is what they will find in their new King… you. There's only so much the Council can do".
"You mean… I have to leave?" Jak was stunned. He couldn't believe what they were telling him.
"Yes that's right", replied Morandi. "Your crowning will take place later on today. I know it seems that we are diving in headfirst, but it's the only way". The two Spargans stood up.
"There's a jet cruiser waiting outside. Meet us there. We will head to Spargus immediately to prepare you", informed Morandi. And with that, the two turned, and headed out the door.
"Jaak…?" A small orange animal stood on the bar counter, staring longingly at Jak.
"Dax", Jak knew that his traveling companion of so many years had heard every word of the conversation.
"Daxter I…" Jak was truly lost for words this time. Would this be the end of their adventures together? Was he really fated to spend the rest of his life in Spargus, ruling over the small township? He didn't expect Daxter to come along. After all, he had a life here. He had a bar to run. He had Tess. His life was rooted here in Haven. Dax wouldn't give all that up just to be with him, would he? Jak decided. He wouldn't give Daxter a choice.
"Dax…Goodbye". And with that, Jak turned and ran. Without looking back he rushed out of the Naughty Ottsel.
Daxter stood in awe. So this was it? Was this really goodbye?
12:58PM, Keira's Garage
Keira stood pacing the garage. Kimito's zoomer lay in pieces on the ground, unfinished, but right now that was the least of her worries.
"Where is he?", she thought out loud. She glanced at her watch. 12:58 flashed back at her in neon green lettering. She'd long given up on the possibility of Jak arriving 'fashionably late'. "Maybe guys have a really vague definition of the word afternoon", she thought. "After all he did agree to meet me". Suddenly the door to the garage burst open. "Jak!'", she exclaimed.
"Keira? Is that you?", answered a man with short, blonde hair. "How's the repairs on the zoomer coming along?"
"Oh, its only you Kimito". Keira's shoulder's visibly drooped.
"I was in the area and I thought I'd just drop by your garage to see how you were going along, but I can see that you've got other things on your mind. Or someone else, for that matter". He stopped and examined her expectantly.
"I'm just waiting to meet up with a someone today, who's yet to show up", Keira explained.
"Jak huh?", continued Kimito. Isn't he the one that saved Haven, twice?
"Yes that's him", replied Keira. "I planned on showing him around my garage today, but…". She stopped midsentence, unable to continue.
"Well I saw him around just now, he was being led around by some people from Spargus". Keira suddenly sprang to attention. "They were boarding a jet cruiser, last time I saw them".
"Jak…". So he hadn't been held up in traffic, or forgotten. He'd simply put other matters ahead in priority over her. Keira sat in stunned silence.
Judging by her reaction, Kimito assumed that there was more going on between Keira and this 'Jak' that what she was letting on.
"Don't worry, it happens. Sometimes guys lose interest, one minute he's all over you, and the next, he's gone. No-one can control their emotions. It's best to just let it go. I know.", Kimito concluded.
"Yeah I guess", she gave in. Keira glanced at her watch again. 1:12. Way past their arranged meeting time. So he wasn't showing up.
"Well thanks for that Kimito", she started. "Progress on the zoomer's a bit slow at the moment, but now that I've finished all my other projects I will probably get it done by tomorrow afternoon maybe?"
"Oh fabulous!", exclaimed Kimito. "So I'll be here tomorrow afternoon to pick it up?".
Keira nodded.
"Okay, see you then". Kimito waved as he walked out the door. "Don't stress yourself out too much", he called.
As soon as she could no longer hear the sound of his footsteps, Keira quickly ran upstairs, and shut herself into her room. Curling up on her bed, she buried her face in her pillow, and shut her eyes. Keira had so been looking forward to this afternoon, spending time with Jak was something she had been longing to do for too long. "Jak, how could you forget me?", she whispered.
And I'm lonely here without you
Miss your breath against my skin
You love me then you leave me still I lie here
Pressing fingers, where your kisses have been
And I miss you
And I miss you
And I miss you"Jak…"
AN: So sad, right? I don't plan on this story being predominantly angsty though. I will write lots of majorly fluffy bits later on to make up for it :3