Morning
{A/n: Thanks for the reviews! Kachie: Thanks for the support, and I do realize that the manga is a yuri. Lazy -gurl: Thanks, and I'll keep trying to figure that x out. As a side note I'd like to put out there that this story is WAY different then what was originally planned. Just look at the synapse for it, or look at that one shot I wrote as it was originally going to be a chapter. Well anyways, hope you like this one.}
Outside a bar, early in the morning, three adolescent boys stumble upon a strange discovery...
"Hey, what's with this guy?" Emanuel, the eldest, asked as he stooped over the person in question.
"Is he dead?" Je-sus, the shortest, asked as he poked the body with a stick.
"His clothes are really nice, I think someone jumped him." Antonio, the tallest, surmised.
"Whoa! He stinks of beer!" Emanuel exclaimed.
"Hey, he's alive!" Je-sus cried as the person drearily waved a hand at the imposing stick being poked into his side.
"Wha, he just passed out in the street? Tourists are so trashy!" Emanuel laughed.
"But his clothes are really nice, he must be rich!" Antonio deduced.
"Rich people don't sleep in the streets." Je-sus countered.
"They do if they're drunk enough!" Antonio defended.
"Let's check for his wallet." Emanuel suggested.
"You do it, he looks gross." Je-sus complained.
"You were the one poking him with the stick." Antonio accused.
"That's not the same thing!" Je-sus whined.
"Quit being a sissy! We'll back you up if he wakes, so just do it!" Emanuel joined in.
"But-" Je-sus started.
"Do it, do it, do it!" The other two chanted in unison.
Je-sus audibly sighed as he gave in to peer pressure. Stepping up to the tourist, he stooped down, but then hesitated.
"Come on, don't chicken out!" Emanuel pressured.
"Just do it!" Antonio chimed in.
The two began chanting 'Do it!' over Je-sus' shoulder again, and in turn he gave in to them. Gathering his courage and taking a deep breath, Je-sus reached forward towards the opening in the man's jacket and-
"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE SHITS!" LA suddenly sat up and roared into little Je-sus' face.
The other two took off with the speed of olympic sprinters. Je-sus, on the other hand, was frozen in place.
LA stared dumbly with a snarl on his mug into the eyes of little Je-sus, while Je-sus attempted to sit perfectly still, maybe hoping LA's vision was motion based.
At this moment, LA was in the foulest of moods. A terrible head ache, a physically ill feeling filling him, soreness from sleeping outside in the street, as well as a lack of sleep. The events of yesterday were also weighing on him, but for the moment he was pushing them to the back of his mind until he could deal with them.
At that moment he needed a distraction.
"Who the hell are you?" LA barked suddenly standing and towering over the younger boy.
"No-nobody si-sir!" Je-sus stuttered.
"Your name!" LA clarified.
"It-it-it's Je-sus, please forgive me!" the kid begged. He knew he should just run away, but this guy was giving off some seriously ominous vibes. Je-sus couldn't help but think he would be killed if he didn't play this carefully.
"Hey soos? What a name." LA shook his head as if to say 'whatever', but quickly regretted the action for the pain it caused his headache, "I need something to drink Jesus."
"...?"
"Get me something to drink."
"Oh! ...um?"
"NOW!" LA roared.
Scrambling to his feat, Je-sus took off at full speed in seemingly random direction. LA surmised that the kid would definitely not be returning, but despite being desperately dehydrated, the kid's departure was still an improvement from his perspective.
Yawning vehemently, LA examined his surroundings. Everything looked different from last night, but he could still figure out his location thanks to his study of the town's layout the day before. He was beside the bar, on the opposite side of town from his hotel. He was about a mile away. LA groaned bitterly as he imagined the grueling walk in high heat he was going to have to take to get home, and it would only get hotter the longer he waited. So he gathered his nerve and set off down the street... only to be smashed into the second he tried to turn the corner.
"What the hell!" LA seethed through his teeth after being knocked down.
"Ahh! I'm so- sorry!" Je-sus had returned. "But I got you a drink!" He held a couple bottles of beer in front of LA's face.
"Oh god!" LA gasped as he turned away and covered his mouth to stop his gag reflex, "Get that out of my face you moron!" his voice suddenly getting really low.
"What? Is it not your brand or something?" Je-sus asked a little dumbfounded at LA's reaction, he had gone through all the trouble to steal them from his own house, something he was going to have to pay for later.
"I swear I'll kill you if you bring those any closer!" LA hissed as he Huddled away, trying to think calming thoughts to settle his nausea.
"But this is the good stuff! Do you know how much trouble they were to get?" Je-sus took a step forward, still holding out the bottles. LA's weakened voice was taking all the venom from his threats.
"I'll kill you, I swear on all that's holy!" LA threatened under his breath as he continued to try and distance himself, even as his nausea was in full swing.
"Look, I can't get anything better! I'm just a kid!" Je-sus, slightly irritated and apparently forgetting the situation completely, stepped right up to LA and shoved one of the bottles into his face.
LA, in a last ditch effort to save his stomach, swiped the beer away from him... only to have it smash open on the ground in front of him. The smell of beer then permeated the air.
Je-sus could sense this was really bad somehow, but couldn't help but pull his 'deer caught in the headlights' impression once again. LA stood slowly and warily.
"Kid, I wanted water, not beer." He spoke solemnly.
A light breeze blew by.
"... oh..." Je-sus answered weakly.
"Uuuuugh!"
"Looks like it's going to be a good day." Dr. Marco stated a bit glumly, from his second floor balcony.
He had lost most of his motivation for collecting LA last night. He still had plenty of reasons to continue, but now he was pretty certain there was no actual way to do it. With his returned memories, LA had turned out to be a fiercely independant person. Plus he seemed dangerously attached to this Ellis girl, who in turn had no idea he even existed. LA also seemed to have several personality disorders, it didn't seem likely he could lead a normal life. Then again he had managed to hunt this girl down from a news show, take care of himself for a week, and even gotten a new suit some how.
LA appeared to be very capable, infact he was almost ridiculously resourceful. Had he been a rich person or something before the injury? Or had he just been stealing everything he needed, with his physical abilities that seemed more likely... but there were no reports circling around about a string of thefts, at least that Marco knew of. LA was also way too flashy to get away with that kind of thing, his clothes for one, but his hair and face would be unmistakable for miles around. There was no way he could get away with petty crime for long. But perhaps LA was involved with something even worse?
Marco remembered where LA had been found, alone in the desert admist signs of shoot out. The police who had come upon him had presumed it was the scene of a failed drug deal or something, LA being caucasion actually exemplified that. LA had had no papers or identification, and in the end Marco had taken him off the police's hands. They had not been interested in a catatonic foreigner after all, and it was less trouble to abandon him to a doctor then try deportation.
But why had he been there? Marco had figured he was a drug mule or some errand boy, counting on that the shoot out was indeed the work of criminals, but with his current actions it seemed that LA could very well be a true blue drug runner with a record and everything. He did not see him as being a helpless victim anymore in any case, not with his aura and abilities.
Marco sighed, maybe it was time to go home, tell Vanessa it was lost cause and try to forget the boy ever existed. It was probably for the best. He headed back into his room and picked up the phone, but hesitated when his fingers went for the dial.
How would Vanessa take the news? Could he be wrong about LA? Maybe there was still hope?
"ARG!" Marco groaned returning the phone to it's hook, he cursed his inability to be decisive. Walking back to the balcony, he decided he should at least meet with LA one more time before calling it off.
As he came out he noticed a strange pair approaching the hotel, one supporting the other with a shoulder. He was even more surprised when he recognized one of them.
"El-LA? LA!" the doctor called as he rushed down the stairs and aproached the boys, "What, what happened to him?" he asked the other when he noticed LA was unconscious.
"He threw up and started acting messed up." the kid answered, "I think he was drinking."
"Let's take him upstairs!" Marco took LA's other shoulder "It's probably extreme dehydration and exhuastion, why didn't you get him water?" Marco asked accusingly as they walked LA.
"He ordered me to take him here on threat of death," the kid explained. As he noticed how pitifull LA looked, he added "Before he passed out anyway."
"That... sounds like him..." the doctor allowed as they made there way up the stairs, "What's your name by the way?"
"Je-sus." the kid answered.
"I'm Dr. Marco," Carlos answered, "Thanks for bringing him here."
They carried him into the room and dragged him into the bed. Marco looked over him then, try as he might he couldn't see the evil. LA looked just like a normal kid laying there, how could he be so different when he was awake?
He then noticed how pained the kid looked, and remembering he was a doctor, started going through his stuff, while Je-sus propped himself into a chair.
{Where... am I? Why does my head hurt so... damn much? And... why is everything so... so fuzzy?...} LA wondered in a daze.
"... Is he going to be okay now?" an annoying voice suddenly scratched at his brain.
"Should be, it looks like he hasn't been taking care of himself so it's hard to tell. We'll just have to wait and see." an even more annoying voice pounded against his skull.
"So are you his father or what?" the screaching one asked much to LA's chagrin.
"More like a guardian, I don't think he has any family." the loud one tormented him again.
"An orphan? That's rough."
{ARRGG!} the pain from scratchy voice was getting to him.
"Hmm... yes you're right..." the loud voice said thoughtfully, as if reconsidering something.
{At least he said it softly.}
"So, is he always mean?" screechy again.
"I guess most of the time." the loud one again.
{PLEASE SHUT UP!} LA begged in his mind.
"Well that's too bad, people who are always mean will never have any-"
"SHUT THE FU-" LA suddenly screamed, only to grab his head in pain midway through his curse.
"He's awake!" screechy cheered.
"You're dead 'hey soos', dead for sure! I'll kill you even if I have to die trying you worthless idiot! You and your tinny voice!" LA cursed vehemently, but in such a low voice nobody understood him.
"Drink some water." Loud voice ordered, as he offered LA a cup.
"What the hell are you yelling for Marco? Don't you worry, you're definitely next-" LA paused his rant to gulp deeply on the water.
"No, no! Only sip it! You're going to shock your system!" Marco pulled the cup away.
"I'll... shock your... system!" LA managed to curse as he gripped his head from the pain of Marco's yelling.
"Well, I've got to go now." Je-sus announced rising from his seat, as he got to the door, he hesitated, "Oh hey, do you guys want something to eat?"
"LA looks like he has been neglecting his diet," Marco started while staring over the defeated looking young man as he sipped his water and cursed everything in an inaudible voice, "But we couldn't possibly lean on you anymore, not after you dragged him all the way here."
"It's no trouble, my dad runs the Amigo Tacos down the street so I can get you guys free tacos easy!" Je-sus grinned.
"Seriously, thanks, but it's fine. We're not poor or anything." Marco explained, even though he was poor. But he just didn't want go back to that restuarant and LA... {Wait, hadn't LA been hung up on one of the waitresses?} he remembered. He looked to LA... only to find he wasn't there...
"Well, then I guess I'll see you around!" Je-sus said as he closed the door behind him, he could hear Marco calling LA from behind it, but figured it was just LA pulling tricks.
Je-sus walked down the hallway to the stairs, and as he set his foot down on the first step, he was suddenly gripped by the shoulders roughly and pulled up into the air!
"Gah! What are you doing to me?" Je-sus cried as he was held over the edge of the two story roof.
LA, suddenly recovered and with a pleasant and pure smile plastering his seemingly joyous face, looked Je-sus right in the eyes.
"Now, who did you say your daddy was?"
{Author's notes: So embarassing, I went and re-read my chapter two again and suddenly realized how far off base my LA was getting. I mean I am trying to portray some personal growth for the character, but I think I went a little too far. As you might have noticed, I have LA doing a bit of a 360 at the end of this chapter, into a happy yet sociopathic attitude. Originally it was just malicous and grinning, can't believe I thought that was right [there is a difference]. Also, I bet you thought Je-sus was a throw away character huh? ... well he was but I made him into a plot device at the last moment. G4m. I also added the - to his name to avoid angering the religious, I'm not positive it's spelt the same anyway. BTW, I'm thinking of having LA always refer to him with the pronounciation of the Savior's name [the one near the beginning isn't a typo], unless anyone finds that too sacriligous? I could just write Gesus. Well, hope you like and I look forward to your comments!}