Youko-Kuronue: mwahaha, yes. such a twist. i love twists. they're... twisty.
A/N: swearage. kinda. it fits jr's mood... so sorry. lol. hope u don't mind the swears...
Disclaimer: I don't own Xenosaga.
Chapter Six:
Dead But Not Gone
Jr. entered the Elsa with heavy steps. No one was around. He went to his room, and grabbed a large box. Carrying the box along, he left. Taking the elevator, he went into a room in the lower level of the Elsa. It was remodeled to become a training room, where everyone could practice attacks. Dropping the box, he glanced around. Only Shion was there.
"Is chaos here?" he asked aloud, not really facing Shion.
"No... is something wrong? chaos was asking about you earlier..."
"Good." Jr. spat, opening the box. It was filled with guns. Grabbing two of them, he pointed towards the wall. "I don't think I'd be able to control myself if he was here."
After emptying the gun into the wall, he threw them to the ground and picked up two more, repeating the action. Shion slowly walked over to him. "Jr... did something happen?"
As Jr. spoke, his aura seemed to reveal itself, growing with the anger in his voice. "That... son of a bitch... killed Gaignun!" Shion gasped, speechless. Dropping the guns, he grabbed two more, and jumped around, screaming, as he shot the wall. This continued for minutes, and Shion just stood there, watching.
Even in rage, Jr.'s moves flowed extremely well. Jumping from his spot, he threw away the two guns in his hands stared into the box. He picked up a gun... and stopped. His red aura, which was undulating, giving off a sense of anger, suddenly disappeared. He dropped the gun back into the box and fell to his knees, sobbing.
"Jr..." Shion walked over to him, and tentatively rubbed his back.
"Gaignun..." Jr. said between sobs, "Why did you have to die...?"
Shion looked into the box. There was only one gun left. She picked it up, and looked at it. Engraved in the handle were the words 'From your loving brother, Nigredo.'.
Suddenly, Jr. stood up. Wiping his eyes, he looked at Shion. "Sorry... I shouldn't be doing this." he walked around the room, slowly, grabbing the various guns he used to let out his anger, and tossed them back into the box. "I should... I should... I..."
"What are you going to do... about chaos?" Shion asked, in an attempt to get Jr. to finish his sentence.
His face turned grim. "I don't care that he's an angel. I don't care that he used to be my friend." he put a lot of emphasis on that sentence. "Hell, I don't care that he saved us all those years ago on Old Miltia. He killed Gaignun. So I'm going to kill him."
"Wait, Jr... don't you think..." But Jr. turned to face her, and she stopped talking.
"I'm going to bed. I need time to think. Tell the others not to bother me."
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Entering his room, Jr. dropped the box on the floor and fell into bed. He fell asleep almost instantly...
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Darkness surrounded Jr., but only for a moment. A light appeared, and with it, an angel. At the sight of the wings, Jr. instantly grew sulky. It was Skye.
"Jr..."
"What do you want?" he snapped. "I don't have any business with you."
Skye's face was saddened by that remark. "Keep in mind that I'm doing this for your sake..." Jr. grunted, and she continued. "I need to tell you some things about chaos."
"What about him?" he said in more of a statement than a question.
"He did not want to kill Gaignun. I would've hoped that you figured that out already, but it appears as if you don't believe that."
"If he didn't want to do it, then why did he!" Jr. yelled out, furiously.
"He was ordered to... by God." Jr. opened his mouth, but then stopped, thinking about what was just said. "Would you... refuse an order from God?"
"I..." his voice softened. Regaining his thoughts, he replied quickly. "I lost my faith a long time ago."
"That's... too bad to hear. There's something else I'd like to tell you about him though. He has left us."
"Left... you?" Jr. looked confused.
Skye merely nodded. "He was so depressed, so infuriated over what he just did... that he left heaven. He no longer is an angel..."
"Then... I have to talk with him!"
She smiled. "I was hoping you would say that. I still have my duties... so you help would be most appreciated."
"Don't get me wrong..." Jr. said, with a semi-stern face. "This is for me. I need to hear the words straight from his mouth... about Gaignun. If you happen to be around... I'll keep you updated." he winked.
"We'll keep in touch. Thanks."
"No..." Jr. shook his head. "Thank you."
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Jr. awoke from his dream, knowing it was no dream. He got up, got dressed, and left his room. "There's one last thing... I have to do..." he muttered to himself, as he left the Elsa.
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Jr. walked slowly down the hall that led to Gaignun's office. All the Realians that would usually be there, were gone. The lights were down low, and security tapes warned of the upcoming crime scene. Ignoring all of it, he pushed past the tape, and entered the room.
The body was moved from it's original spot, over to the side of the room, since the window hadn't been repaired yet. He walked over to his brother's body, and knelt down beside it.
"Gaignun... Nigredo... if you can hear me..." A single tear rolled down his cheek. "I miss you..."
Suddenly, Gaignun did something a dead body shouldn't do. He looked at Jr. "I missed you too...-"
"Gaignun!" Jr. stood up in astonishment as Gaignun's body stood up with him.
"-son."
"Son?" there was a flash of light, and suddenly, the person in front of him no longer resembled Gaignun. Slowly, Jr. realized who it was who stood before you. "Bastard! You're still alive? I thought Gaignun killed you!"
"Wrong, boy. I am Gaignun." he began laughing, as pure fear revealed itself in Jr.'s expression. "But now that I have his body... it feels lacking. I think I'll like you much better." He grabbed Jr. by the neck with one hand. Jr.'s aura began glowing, but Yuriev only laughed more. "Don't think you can't stop me Unit 666... I created you. I know how you tick... but now..." he put his other hand over his face. "You're mine!" Jr.'s aura suddenly dissipated as a malicious yellow aura transferred from Yuriev to Jr.
As the transfer was complete, both bodies fell to the ground, motionless. Then, Jr.'s finger twitched. He got up, and cracked his neck. A yellow aura began glowing, and his hair turned blonde. "Now this... is a body." Yuriev's laughter echoed throughout the empty room.
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A/N: wow. took a while for me to think about where i'm going. but now i know exactly what i'm doing. so yay. another cliffhanger! huzzah! lol. yuriev now is in jr! complicates things a little... but it makes everything work out perfectly. just you wait. you're going to love this story later... er... i hope. lol. so next chapter, death gives power to chaos... and tells him to kill again. can he do it? review plz!
