Out in the garden and beneath the stars...
Oliver contemplates whilst staring at the skies as he prays to his true mother.
'Mother… I know that my sister and I have a duty to return someday…
But... Why must you maroon me in this abyss?
Why didn't you take me along with you?
I just don't understand.
What is the purpose of making me relive my life as a child and disabling me to lift any form of weaponry?
If only I was there to aid you on your final battle, you probably wouldn't have died…
I am all there is to blame…
Ever since I was able to walk, I am already seasoned to deal with various combats and wars…
I should have remained tenacious and never allowed you to battle alone. I just don't see the reason why I must be here. What is the point of all this?
And now Olivia appears and shows no sense of determination, duty or any intentions of reclaiming our birthright at all…
Why? Why didn't you train her too?
We would have had an extra powerful hand because she possesses the strongest abyss abilities in all of our realm.
Have the Cody, Treble and Devin Houses neglected their duties to mould and season her into the supreme deliverer that they were assigned to do?
Everyone in our homeland is counting on her. Why is she like that? Doesn't she care about our homeland's people at all? Doesn't she want to free them from misery? Why?' Oliver contemplates and reflects on the current situation.
Flashing back a thought... "My son, you have to let her decide what she would like to do, after all, it is her life. You may guide her but you must never dictate on her. Just let her be happy. In fact, isn't it about time that you allow yourself to be happy as well?" His foster father encourages him.
'Even so! I must persevere. What if the time has come when Olivia and I would be summoned back to our realm and she is unready? It will be disastrous.' In his thoughts, Oliver wishes that he insisted to his father.
Another thought flashes back... "I haven't even resolved to that! I want to live freely. If you wanted to rule, then be my guest! You're so smart and so strong anyway. Why not take the throne? You can have it! I want to live by my own choice and free will." He recalls how his sister retorts to his speeches earlier, then he grimaces at how her beau darted him fearlessly eye to eye.
'Even so! Unlike you Olivia, I still love our homeland, our people and our abyss! You must come back and fight whether you like it or not, I will make sure that you do!
I refuse that you will not even master and use those abilities that you inherited from our parents to save our homeland and people! I will make you battle and destroy our enemy even if I have to oblige you to do it for it is YOUR regal duty!' How he wishes that he was able to say this truthful reaction to her.
"I will make you do it! There is no other way. I won't allow you to let our family's abilities circulating within you go to waste even if I have to train you myself. I WILL make you fight! I swear it!" Oliver promises as he stares at the stars.
Then he feels a tender spherical body nuzzle against him.
"!"
Startled, he realizes that he is no longer conversing to himself in his mind but actually has cast out those words a bit audibly.
"I'm sorry little chap. Did I frightened you?" Oliver says softly giving him a faint smile as he gently brushes his palm on the topmost portion of his little floating companion.
The little SP progeny with the gold circlet and golden wings to match flutters and glows excitedly around him.
"Let's go back inside. I could use a snack too." Oliver chuckles whilst hankering for his favorite all-time snack, chunky cookie butter.
He walks back inside through the kitchen back door and opens a newly delivered box sitting on one of the kitchen counters.
Grabbing a spoon from the utensils drawer and a bottle from inside the box, he twists the lid off and plunges the spoon inside.
Lifting it, he offers the first spoonful to the cheerful little flutterer who gladly consumes it and then he helps himself with the second heaping spoonful.
He takes a loaf of bread from the box, divides and offers it first too. They consume the entire bottle of snack and loaf of bread and then Oliver grabs a couple of glasses from the dish rack.
He opens the fridge and takes out a carton of chilled full cream milk and pour the contents into the glasses then he and the SP child quench their thirst. After that, he deposits the glasses and spoon into the sink and disposes of the empty bottle.
Reaching into one of his cloak's pockets, he lifts out a pouch bag and takes out from it a little toothbrush and toothpaste that he hands to his little companion. He also takes out his own hygiene set and they carry on with the task at the sink. When they are done, he takes out his SP journal and writes down an entry.
Going back to the dining room, his curiosity pesters him greatly so he halts and scales by a wall and then conceal his presence to eavesdrop on the conversations happening outside. He peeps and sees his friends, siblings, Olivia and the boy named Piko, who is rendered inseparable to her. All of them are gathered around chatting with his current parents.
After listening for a while, Oliver feels his little buddy press against his chest so he cradles him and very soon he slumbers in his embrace. Then once again, he resumes listening. As he peeps again, he frowns when he sees his mother takes interest and draws nearer 'that boy.' He hears her asks him a query and then feels infuriated when the silver-haired boy ignored her.
He finally quits eavesdropping.
He enters the room, answers the question as he sets his SP child gently into the large crib with the other slumbering SP progenies and advances towards them.
He grimaces when he hears his biological sister react in an upset manner. He gets even more infuriated when he sees her darting him an utmost pitiable look, begging for his compassion.
'How can anyone who cowers as cowardly as that become the next ruler of their homeland? IT IS SO PATHETIC!' He rages in his thoughts.
Then the silenced silveret finally speaks only to answer his mother's query with a rude remark in an angered manner.
Oliver lost all his patience as his temper rises and submits him finally to his wrathful demeanor.
Earlier in the dining area…
"By the way, Mom and Dad. How were you able to come home without being stalked by mobs and the paparazzi?" Mikuo asks his parents.
"We have Omiku to thank for that. He materialised a warp portal big enough for the car to drive into. The portal led us straight into the garage." Mycaulle informs the children.
"He chose a highway with a lot of crossroads and detours to summon it so that the stalkers will be confused on which pathway we chose to go to. None of them led to our town or anywhere near this province.
Just make sure not to mention our presence here to anyone kids, that way we can spend our time off in relaxation and tranquility at home for a change." Myco Aingeal says chuckling, informing the ten children surrounding them to keep a very tight lid on their temporary retreat.
"Yes, sir!" They all reply cheerfully and in smiles.
"You don't have to be so formal, kids. Call us Mom and Dad too, just like our children and Len and Rin does. Daddy, Papa, Pappy is fine with me too, your pick, I don't mind." Myco Aingeal insists, smiling charmingly.
"Actually, you wouldn't have to worry about those pests and thieves bothering you here.
I set repel traps all over the place to catapult them back to whatever craphole they crawl from, Dad. So you and Mom can both go out and join us at our stargazing party venue in the middle of the fields.
I set a warp portal passage for us to be able to go there without walking far to get there. That way, no one in the neighborhood will ever know that you're both at home. It's over there so feel free to use and check it out." Len informs them, grinning.
"I still couldn't believe that you are actually an entity all this time for three years now, Len dear.
You have to embrace those abilities and never abuse or take them for granted.
As people with innate or imbued abilities, our skills are the very core of our heart, mind, soul, strength and might.
They are our essence. So cherish them well. Understand, Len dear?" Mycaulle advises him whilst stroking him on the head and then glancing and smiling at Olivia.
"Yes, Mom. I shall treasure them and I shall always remember your words." Len replies, blushing like a flattered child but strives to retain his serious demeanor.
Olivia smiles at recalling that very same lesson which she also learned back from their homeland.
Then Len smiles at her and as she returns the cheerful beam gladly, he felt his blush deepen in elation.
Then Mycaulle glances at the boy right beside her and decides to query him. Piko notices her examining him and looks away, wishing that he hasn't captured her scrutiny at all.
Curious, "If Len's a glacial elemental Entity, Olivia and my family are Abysslans and the others are mortal Earthlings, what if I may ask might you be?" Mycaulle draws nearer and queries him most nicely with a motherly smile.
Piko shies to an even deeper silence and didn't answer her inquiry.
Olivia looks at him worriedly and grips his hand gently.
Their friends wait intriguingly for his response.
"Isn't it obvious, mother? Our race has been battling his 'kind' for eons, you are a retired fighter after all." Oliver answers her as he returns from outside.
He puts James into the large crib with the other SP children and approach them.
"Ollie, please! Don't." Olivia tries to warn him, darting him a very pleading look. She clutches Piko's arm tighter as her brother draws closer to the group beside the dining table.
Disgusted and with a frown, "Address me either as 'Angelus' or 'Omiku', Olivia. Or just plain 'brother' is fine but not Ollie. 'Ollie' sounds like a name for a dog!" Oliver condescendingly orders her to call him with a proper name.
"Looks like the switch is 'OFF' at the moment, guys." Nero loudly whispers to the rest.
Nodding, they accept it quietly.
"I think he is so much more than that, Omiku dear.
Something is very unique about him and unlike the others that I came across with back in the past, he outshines them all.
I can feel your aura, alluring one." Mycaulle says gently, smiling.
She reaches out her hand and gently strokes and pats the young silveret on the head in a most motherly manner.
Oliver scowls at the sight of his mother's gentle and tender hand seated on his unworthy head.
He recognises that it is an abyss skill to scan one's hidden aura.
Piko quivers as he struggles to stand his ground. Taking a deep breath and pressing Olivia even closer against him, he tries to answer her question.
"What…
I…
am…
is…
NONE
OF
YOUR
BUSINESS!" Piko hisses, violently quivering with eyes that sparked eerily.
Then he rapidly lifts Olivia in his arms, grabs Athrylith from the crib and dashes outside into the fields at tremendous speed.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO MY MOTHER THAT WAY!
UNHAND AND STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER!
HEY COME BACK HERE! YOU LOWLY, WORTHLESS COSMIC BLADER!" Oliver bellows in full rage and is about to chase after them but someone grabs him by the sleeve and halts him.
"Cosmic blader? You mean the race of bloodthirsty subjugators from another solar system? Piko is a Cosmic blader?" Len echoes in grave seriousness.
He is able to distinguish with the aid of his vast entity knowledge.
He quivers in horror as all the information about the race of hybrid intergalactic humans comes flooding into his head.
The others gasp in shock at the discovery. Earth mortals have no knowledge of what they are but overhearing it from Len made them a bit disturbed.
"Don't be so judgmental and so prejudiced, dear. Not all Cosmic Bladers are like that.
And honestly, I really detect that he is something else far more than just merely a standard Cosmic Blader.
I sense intense immensity yet magnanimity of power veiled deep within his aura." Mycaulle tells him, also grabbing him by the arm to secure that he wouldn't run after them to do anything regrettable.
"Be it as it may, mother. But we can never be too sure. Most of his 'kind' spread only misery and terror to others whom are not of his own race." Oliver says spitefully, wanting very much to do him harm.
"Once more, please do not be so judgmental and prejudiced, my dear Omiku.
And as for you, Len dear, it is best that you stop reading all that horrid information that is coming from your 'vast-knowledge ability' for not all of them are true and are from mere biased and ruthless hearsay. You will only terrorize yourself, dear Len." Mycaulle advises them, wrapping her arms around Len who was rendered very petrified from all the terrifying shock of mentally reading the given information by his ability.
"No wonder why it's so difficult… to defeat him… even with just his 'debilitate-skill ability' can…" Len mutters to himself, so appalled, very overwhelmed and completely nerve-wracked.
With eyes widened and paused to an almost catatonic state, he grows dreadfully pale from concluding his vast-knowledge entity skill.
He can feel himself falter from fear.
Mycaulle and Myco Aingeal take Len to the living room to calm him down and to recuperate.
Discreetly, Mycaulle darts Miku and Mikuo a significant look as they leave the room. Both of them receive the message and nod unnoticeably. They heed their attentions to their now hot-tempered younger brother and keep a closer eye on him.
Muttering, "I'm not allowing you to escape…" Oliver frowns at the route Piko and Olivia ran off to.
He closes his hands into fists and then his knuckles quiver in thirst for dispersing harm. His fist emits scorching steam from preventing to release his fury.
His siblings and friends gather beside him, all concerned about his accumulating hatred for the group's youngest members.
Miku hugs him to compel him to let it go whilst Mikuo, Nero and Rinto give him a warm look of tolerance.
However, the other girls couldn't bear to retain their silence or stay tolerant anymore. They all feel so sorry for both Piko and Olivia for being treated so roughly.
"Angelus, what's the matter? You act so spiteful now, I'm so shocked." Lenka carefully speaks first, out of both concern and curiosity. She takes refuge behind Nero after she finished her statement.
"Why are you acting this way? You were just so friendly and welcoming earlier and now this? I can't believe you, Angelus! What condescension! Seeing that from you is just… Ugh! DETESTABLE!" Neru grunts in aversion, realising that she herself acts in such manner at times but couldn't believe she can't take tolerating or even dealing with such rude conduct.
Boldly, she darts him an intense look of distaste. She actually feels so disgusted that she has been behaving so conceitedly just like that before.
She is so upset as she recalls that whenever she did, she only thought that she was being classy but now she knows that she wasn't!
Rinto presses her against him to make her feel recollected.
"I can't help but become so annoyed by the way you are now, Omiku. You've become so lame and uncool! Yuck much! So tell us... What has Piko and Olivia ever done to you anyway!?" Rin reacts much more frankly to the point of brutal tactlessness.
She crosses her arms and irritably shows him a very soul-piercing and discriminating look of repugnance. Mikuo tries to enclasp her in his arms but she delivers him a sharp nudge to keep him away for her to continue interrogating and glaring at the 'newcomer'. Yes 'newcomer' for their supposed friend is a lot more kinder and pleasing which he is not.
Noiselessly, Oliver carefully breaks away from Miku's embrace and turns his back on them.
He stares at an empty space lengthily.
An awkward silence lingers for a few seconds then they heard a little noise coming from the huge crib at the corner of the dining room beside the kitchen.
Returning from the living room and also hearing the small sound, Len walks towards the designated area first.
Temporarily, the group leaves Oliver to recollect alone and approach the SP children's playpen.
In the wintry party venue...
"I… I-I'm… so… sorry,… Piko." Olivia stammers, sniffling silently and very sorrowfully for her very own true and biological brother has heartlessly oppressed them and has certainly crossed the line.
Athrylith nuzzles against her to console her but the little one, too, feels her deep and intense pain.
The SP child emits tiny droplets of moisture that appeared within thin air and joins her crying.
Despite her very raised efforts not to cry, the undeniably painful feeling overwhelms her.
Tears drench her appealing visage once again as Piko walks slowly and selects a cushy couch in front of the glittering flame in the midst of the picturesque water feature that their entity friend materialised earlier when he decorated the place.
Cuddling her and their little one tenderly, he peers into the night's skies and spots most of the stars are out and twinkling brightly.
It is the exact perfect timing to finally carry out the main reason why he and Olivia requested their close friends the stargazing party, however, it will be all for nought.
Firstly, he obtains a rivalry from Len of the Kagamine residence and then now here comes Oliver, from the Hatsune residence, who hated the very sight of him.
He feels very dejected at the notion that they have finally overstayed their welcome and very much feels the urge that they should now go and leave them in peace.
Piko notices Olivia peering at him and concentrating on reading his thoughts. He doesn't mind for he no longer has anything to hide from her. He hugs and kisses her and the little one softly, brushing his lips on her cheeks to dry her tears. He looks at her intently and then finally he sighs.
Olivia nods in agreement when he passes her the message. She kisses and then hugs him even tighter and much more lovingly for she genuinely believes that she has made the right choice.
Then they take one last look at the stars.
"Let's go home."