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Weissman's POV
Lying wasn't an option here. Kokujoji knew him well enough to know when he was lying. Telling him would be breaking the fragile trust that had formed between him and Harrison. The decision was not an easy one to make.
Adolf said finally, "Listen, Lieutenant Kokujoji. What I am about to tell you must never leave this room. If it got out people would hound or even try to kill the boy."
Kokujoji's eyes narrowed but he nodded his assent. So Adolf continued, "Harrison Evans is not his real name as you suspected. His real name is Harry James Potter born on July 31st, 1980. The year he came from was 1995."
If this had been any other time he would have found Kokujoji's expression hilarious. His friend's grey eyes widened with surprise and jaw dropped.
Kokujoji asked disbelief clear in his voice, "Are you serious? How in the hell did he end up fifty years in the past? How can you believe his story, Weissman?"
Adolf replied looking at Harrison, "At first I was just as skeptical as you. Then I found what lies beneath the skin in his left arm. Harrison was sent here when he forced a Damocles Down fifty years from now. His Sword of Damocles destroyed the Slates. It is part of the problem here. The reason why I was unable to suppress it myself."
The sliver of the Slates increased the strength of the boy's aura. If it was just the aura he probably could have suppressed it himself. The power increase didn't make it possible. Then there was the power of his scent seeker.
Kokujoji said after a moment, "He destroyed the Slates. Why?"
"There was a war between Kings. As you already know there are seven Swords of Damocles. Or at least there were before Harrison came along. Most of the kings had a clan that served them by the time that he came into his powers. Two Kings came into their powers in an abnormal way. Harrison and Nagare Hisui. Nagare was technically killed in a previous Damocles Down incident. He started the war in an effort to give everyone the power of an aura. It is my understanding that Harrison went into the fight knowing that he wouldn't be coming out of it alive."
It was true. Any of them that worked with the Slates knew that destroying it would mean the death of anyone near it. The power output would have been immense. Given that Harrison was a wizard it was no surprise that it sent him back in time.
Kokujoji said after a moment, "I will help you this time. If we ever cross paths again, Weissman I will kill the boy. He is not natural."
For a moment he considered arguing with the man. Sure Harrison wasn't the most natural of Kings but that didn't mean he had to die. The look on the other's face stopped Adolf though. It was a look of pure hatred directed at the boy. There was no convincing his friend it seemed.
With nothing else to be said they turned back to the boy. Even if Kokujoji didn't agree with the boy having the power he wouldn't outright kill him. Not unless he was provoked in some way.
They began to work on the Black aura that was circling the boy's chest. It was angry and dutifully protecting the one who wielded it. One thing about the aura that Adolf noticed was that it didn't like interference. If one was to interfere between aura and it's chosen King they had better be prepared for a fight. As a clansman would protect their King. An aura would give everything to protect it's chosen.
His Silver aura already stretched thin keeping the Blue aura in line struggled to calm the Black aura. Together with Kokujoji, they began to push on it. As he expected it pushed back with the strength of a wolf.
The two Kings already weakened by their first fight were knocked back by the Black aura. Kokujoji growled but didn't say anything. They both had known the second part would be more difficult than the first. That the animalistic aura would fight with everything it had.
Moving back towards the bed that held the boy they began to attack the dark aura. Around the room silver, gold, and black colors clashed anyone had seen it at that moment they would have thought fireworks were going was both inside and outside of the boy's body.
While it wasn't far off the mark it wasn't correct either. This was what happened when three auras clashed. Whether it was at full or half strength they would give it everything.
When they were knocked back a second time he realized this wasn't going to work. They needed a different tactic. Otherwise, they would waste all of their energy on fighting this aura and the other two would slip.
Turning to Kokujoji he said, "We need to try something different. This isn't working."
The Lieutenant snarled, "What else can we do, Weissman? It's not like the aura is sentient and we could talk it down. It acts like we are trying to kill the boy."
Sentient... wait could it really be that simple? Adolf's own aura was sentient to a point. Nowhere near enough that he could speak with it but if he could send messages off in the form of images. That could prevent them from ending up on the floor again.
They would only get one shot at this though. He would have to put as much sincerity as he could into the images. That he wanted to save the boy not kill him. If he could pull this off then they would save the boy. At least that was what he hoped the outcome would be. There was still no guarantee the boy's body would accept the flush of his system. If it didn't then he would die and there would be nothing he could do to stop it.
He said quietly, "I have an idea. I will need you to keep the other auras off of me if this is to work. Trust me, Lieutenant."
For a brief moment, Kokujoji hesitated and he thought maybe he overstepped his bounds. Then there was an ever so slight nod. Kokujoji would give him his chance.
Adolf waited for the gold aura began to try and calm the auras. Then he drew upon his aura to touch the black aura. This time he wasn't trying to force the other down.
Touching the dark aura he allowed pictures of the boy to enter his aura. How he was now as they tried to flush his system. How he would be if they could not suppress his aura for a time. At least until Harrison's system of the toxins in it.
He allowed the images of the boy taking his last breath to be the dominant picture. For a moment the black aura seemed like it was going to attack again. Then it relented almost disappearing completely.
Both Adolf and Kokujoji fell back exhausted. Blue and Red aura followed the Black aura's lead. They fell back almost becoming nonexistent.
Kokujoji asked surprised, "Did you expect that, Weissman?"
Adolf replied with a faint smile, "No honestly I expected it to throw us against the wall. Though it seems the aura has accepted that I am trying to save it's holders life."
The Lieutenant asked disbelief clear in his tone, "Are you say it's sentient? That's not possible, Weissman."
Despite what the older man thought, they didn't know enough about aura to make that assumption. Even with all of his research, there was still so much they didn't know. For now, however, he needed to work on flushing the child's system. Researching aura could wait until after that.
Tom's POV
It was two weeks after Weissman took Evans away that he was allowed to go see the other. According to the Silver King, the younger boy was still unconscious but no longer in danger. That the poison was finally out of his system. They were waiting for the boy to wake up.
When he arrived at the airship the first thing he noticed was the size of the ship. It was far larger than any previous attempts. This made Tom wonder if the aura inside Weissman helped keep it afloat.
It only took a moment for his eyes to find the two beds in the ship. One had many medical machines on either side of it. There was also two fluid bags being put into an IV. Evans was hooked up to the machine and the IVs. Unlike when he left the younger boy was not flushed with fever. Nor was aura flitting across his chest. By the looks of it, he was simply sleeping.
Weissman walked out of a room saying, "There is a chair by his bed if you want to sit. I have some work I have to do."
Then he disappeared back into the room he just left. Whatever he was working on it must be important. Or he didn't want to deal with a teenager. Honestly, Tom thought it could go either way with the man. There was just no telling what went on in his head.
So he moved across the massive room to where Evans was asleep. The first thing Tom noticed as he drew closer was that Evans wasn't wearing a shirt. At that moment he realized that he never saw the other without a shirt on before. Evans always showered and dressed before everyone else. Even when he was burning up Tom cast a cooling charm rather than removing his clothes. When Evans first arrived he didn't see anything when he was trying to stop the bleeding. There was too much blood for him to see what lay beneath the shirt beyond his wounds.
What he saw made his blood boil with anger. Scars littered across the younger boy's chest. Some extended to his back but Tom couldn't see them because of the way he was laying. The scars were from a being beat with a belt.
A voice said from behind him, "He has had a hard life. I never expected so many scars on someone so young."
Weissman. Where the bloody hell had he come from? The didn't even make a sound when approaching Tom. Then he was gone like he never was there. How the hell did he do that?
For the moment he put aside his question about the strange man and continued to examine Evan's bare chest. He noticed a red mark on it shaped somewhat like a sword. It made him wonder if that was one of his clansman marks.
The power that he sensed in the boy before was noticeably subdued. Weissman had warned him about it but it was different seeing it for himself. He knew that such power was not meant to be kept hidden for so long, or suppressed. It could have dire consequences for the wizard that held it.
The steady rise and fall of Evans' chest allowed him to relax some. The boy was alive and healing. If he ever tried to do something so stupid again, Tom would lock him away where no one could hurt him again.
Pulling out one of the books he brought with him, he settled into the chair. This could be a long wait for the other to wake up.