XIV. Ositha:
A Much Needed Talk
The only reason we managed to survive this far was my brother's endless stream of money(and support, but that's not so crucial). He understands us so well after I told him everything, and still encourage us to go on. But of course, at first, it's hard to explain this:
Uh, bro, I need to feed myself and one other person, so can you like, give me twice as usual? We're starving over here.
Thankfully, I somehow did that. Miraculously, without him staring me weirdly and calling a psychiatrist to check on my mental health. Now, let's see how did I tell him he has an extra biological sister, shall we?
~-x-~
Hey, wake up.
The familiar male voice urged me, but I was trapped in the land of dreams. Everything was dark, silent, and admittedly, cozy. Unnaturally cozy. I ignored him, still unresponsive.
Hey; it persisted. Ositha.
I felt a strong tug, as if someone tried to pull me from drowning, but the water sucked me like a strong vacuum. Leave me alone; I shrugged the feeling away. It's too tiresome to feel my surrounding, let alone crack my eyes open to see the world.
Wake up!
The yell echoed inside my mind, effectively startling me. What the heck? I roused from the deep slumber, starting to come around. It was dark. But I recognized the voice; it belonged to my other half, Os. Irritated, I asked; Os?
I don't know it's hard to wake myself up; he snorted.
What happened?
I've been trying to open my eyes, but they won't respond at all. I feel no existence of my body; my other half explained. It seems I got locked inside yours after my own Aura source depleted. This couldn't be any more complicated.
Hold on, you can feel my thoughts? I questioned.
Well, duh. I just can't take over the control... guess it has something to do with you being here. So, I decided to wake you up instead. Os gave me a mental equivalent of a shrug.
Ugh, I groaned. How long was I out-
-and then I remembered the fight to rescue our brother. Jumbled memories crashed on my head like a heavy mallet. No, it couldn't be, I thought to myself. I've tried so hard. I remembered how I killed-
Ositha!
Someone tried to blot out my mental agony. It's like an opaque cover put over your eyes. You knew something was going on the other side, but you could only catch a vague image.
Ositha, please stop! My other half pleaded in a desperate voice.
How can I stop thinking?! Our brother-We failed to save him! My mind went erratic, unable to think clearly. Chaos. Josh. The White Fang. Us-
Snap out of it! Os yelled. We can only find out if we wake up. Which is why, rather than stressing us both, I need you to wake up and see where we are. We probably saved Josh, for all you know.
I was dumbstruck, still slow to process the information. Wait, you don't know where Josh is?
Excuse me, I'm sitting ducks in your mind waiting for you to wake up!
Oh... right.
~-x-~
The white was blinding. It's like someone lit a flashlight and pointed it straight at me. I blinked several times, slowly adjusting to the bright surrounding. Even then, I still got difficulties. I winced. My body was so sore. Os shared the experience through our link. He gave me a feeling of sympathy.
I regretted trying to stretch my stiff body. Every single muscle of mine seemed to scream out pain and strain. Groaning, I rolled over uncomfortably, my long hair got in my face. There wasn't any beeping machine, as I expected-I watched too many dramatic hospital room scenes where the character suffered many injuries-
Please stop; Os said annoyedly.
...sorry.
On the bright side, that means I hadn't received any life-threatening injuries. I should've been grateful for that. The fact was confirmed as I flexed my arms in front of me, watching them response without trouble. If you think a little shaky means 'without trouble', that is.
Footsteps alerted me to someone's arrival. My gaze locked on the most relieving sight ever. Josh strolled to our bed, looking fine except that he had bandages wrapped around his head and a sling that held his arm cast. He looked tired, wait no, it's more like a frustration than exhaustion.
See? I told you, never give up hope; Os stated proudly.
But how? I wondered. I remember we were losing. There's no way Josh magically beat them all, right?
We'll find out later, don't fret. My other half pointed out; Now, Josh looks like he wants some explanations from us.
It's true. Josh gave me a stern look as he stood near the bedside. Judging from his expression, he wouldn't appreciate any joke. Scratch that, he looked straight like I was the one responsible for all this fiasco. Great.
"Let me ask you; where is Os?" my brother asked.
I looked away, gathering my courage to tell him. How would he take the news?
"Os is resting. He's depleted our Aura the last time he took that knife for you," I put a little emphasis on the last part, to remind Josh. As expected, a flash of guilt appeared on his face. "It'll take time for both of us."
Josh sighed impatiently, "Qrow has been saying that. I still don't get it. Tell me, who are you and what happened to my brother? He simply vanished into thin air like a mirage. What happened?"
"Josh..." I tried to look at him right in the eye, but my voice still cracked as I said, "This probably sounds ridiculous, but Os is me. We're the same person."
His expression morphed from disbelief to a blank, serious one. He didn't believe me at all. "That's impossible."
"I know it's hard to believe, but this is the truth. Os didn't die like you thought, but he's merely taking refuge inside my body now as a whole. I-" I decided to change my wording, "We have two minds and bodies linked together by one soul. If one of us gets hurt, the other one can shelter us completely until we recover."
Josh shook his head. He turned his back on me. "You're not making any sense at all. You and Qrow. I just need to make sure my brother is fine."
Grunting, I propped my body up using my right arm. The pain was worth it. With another groan, I moved to sit on the edge of the sickbed. "I can prove it to you; I know everything Os knows since we share our memories together. But right now, I'm not sure if-"
-Ositha; Os suddenly spoke through our link. We can split our charging Aura to support me if that's the only way. Josh won't believe us until he sees me.
But, didn't you say you can't? We're recovering, Os; I told him.
He gave me a mental equivalent of scoff. Oh, please, I can give it a try.
I sent him an acknowledgment, before closing my eyes and tried to focus.
"What is it?" Josh asked, already long since waiting for the continuation of my response. I ignored him.
I imagined a picture of my male form. Every inch of his features, including the onyx eyes and whatnots. Not a single detail was missing. Funny, I thought I could never make a crystal clear picture of a person in my mind, before. But no, the picture of my other half was livid, almost like I was seeing him in front of me.
Mustering my meager Aura, I activated my semblance.
The sensation. It's what I felt immediately after that action. It felt like a piece of me detached from my soul's core, but there was no pain. It felt natural, almost as if I've done it many times before.
A black shadow materialized right in front of me, quickly forming the shape of a person. Within the blink of an eye, Os came into existence, his back facing mine.
Our brother drew a sharp intake of breath. It's rare to see Josh surprised, furthermore that he dropped his jaw. For a second, no one spoke. He blinked several times, probably thinking that his eyes played tricks on him.
It was my male form that tackled him with a hug.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" Os wailed, crushing our unfortunate brother.
Meanwhile, I deadpanned at the sight. Just one thought; why is my male version more emotional than me?
"Os..." Josh managed to say my name despite cringing. "I should be the one saying that, lil' bro. I thought you're gone."
You're crushing his bad arm; I sent the message, and he immediately retracted the embrace before hurting Josh any further.
Os replied sheepishly; My bad.and protested, "I wasn't gone-gone!"
"You disappeared. That's even worse," our brother pointed out.
"Well," my other half gazed downward in guilt. "I suppose that's true."
"Look, nevermind that. You saved my life and if it wasn't for you, I don't think I'll still be here. I owe you a lot, Os. Thank you for saving me and being here, alive. I doubt I'd cope well if you die," Josh spoke. Now it's his turn to have shining tears.
I sweatdropped. Boys.
"Ehm," Os cleared his throat. "I have to tell you something, Josh. You know-"
"That this girl is your new girlfriend?" Our brother struck the nail hard, making me sputter in shock.
We both stammered in unison. "W-what? No!"
"Geez", my other half recovered quicker from the suggestion. "Why do you always assume that every single time?"
He smirked. "I learned from your history."
"Josh!"
"Okay, okay, fine. What is it do you have to tell me, now?"
"Josh, we are-"
Again, he shot, "Getting married?"
"JOSH!" I yelled, mortified. My cheeks probably could've burned bright red from that very idea. There's something that sounded so wrong when he said that, namely; Os-and-I-are-the-same-person-and-we-definitely-can't-do-that.
"This is not funny!" Os added in our defense.
Our brother held his hands up. "Alright, sorry. It's been so stressful that I need to crack a joke or two. Please, continue."
Os approached me and put a hand on my shoulder. He turned to Josh, who looked at us amused-certainly trying to poke another fun. "Do you remember that time I asked you; 'what if we have a female copy of ourselves?'".
At that, Josh nodded. His expression turned serious.
"I asked that after I discovered my semblance. I did it back then because I wasn't sure what to do. It's very complicated, but we sorted it out eventually."
"Os, this is the same girl who appeared that morning, right?"
"This girl has a name," I muttered. "And can be directly addressed to."
"Her name is Ositha," my other half explained.
Josh's eyebrow rose. "Ositha?"
"I've been trying to explain but you wouldn't believe me, Josh," I said. "Os and I are the same person. It's our semblance that caused this."
Os took over from there. "We, as in I, are gifted with the ability to create a sentient clone that's the opposite of our current gender. Previously, during the first time it went active, I was a male, so Ossy a.k.a Ositha came. And now, as you just witnessed, it's the opposite. I had no idea about this until Qrow taught me more about how semblances work."
"We may not look alike, talk differently, and act differently, but we have one soul-Aura- that links us together. We both share our memories and thoughts, almost like two people conversing, but rather..." I trailed off, racking my brain for the right word. My male form beat me to it, "Intimate."
"Very intimate," I agreed, despite inwardly cringing at Os' poor choice of words. "Imagine it like two partners with an ultimate bond of trust; we know everything and hide nothing. In our case, however, we already have that bond because... well, we are me."
"So... you know everything?" Josh asked.
"Yes. For an example; Ossy thought 'intimate' is an ambiguous word. I shouldn't have chosen it," Os gave me a cheeky grin.
I facepalmed.
"Literally, everything?"
"Yup."
"Everything?" Josh put an extra emphasize at that, causing Os to shift on his feet uncomfortably. Even with a flat expression, I could see the amusement in Josh's eyes. He's planning something, again.
"Yeah, why?"
"Tell me."
...
What is he talking about? Os asked me.
I recalled my memories of the period, and... Adam. Everything.
A feeling of terror brushed through our link. Dust, is it what I think it is?
Yeah...
Seeing realization dawned on our face, Josh's smile went wider.
"Fine!" my other half snapped angrily. "Tell you what, Ositha is literally a girl. She has everything a girl has, including the capability to produce offspring when she's of age. Which means-"
"-I can reproduce on my own since I have both male and female sexes. There, you have it!" I continued, emotion boiling, "Call us clown fishes, why don't you! Are you satisfied, now?!"
"Whoa, Os, calm down. I was just joking," our brother said.
Hurt was dripping from my words. "Don't you think you take it too far?"
That urged him into motion. Josh came closer and wrapped his good hand around me. "Os, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
I could feel my other half dissipating once more. Either he did that on purpose or it's because of our resting Aura, I felt his presence inside my mind, again. Like a fitting piece of the puzzle. But I couldn't focus on that. My brother's words had pushed me to my breaking point. A tear fell from my eyes, shortly followed by another one.
"You have no idea what I've been through, Josh." That's the first time I heard my voice being so fragile.
"Os-Ositha," Josh pulled back, looking at me apprehensively. "Please, don't cry-"
"Do you?!" I yelled.
Stunned, my brother said nothing.
I started the story, "I've been starving ever since my other half and you kicked me out. I thought the world has gone insane; I got my body switched. I nearly died of freezing if it wasn't for the kindness of Blake's friend who allowed me to work at his store and offered me a temporary shelter."
"After that, you know what I did? I joined the White Fang, disguising myself as a Faunus with spider traits so that no one would suspect me not having any extra appendages. I got worked hard to the bone in training because they want to attack everyone who mistreated them! I even got attacked by a beowolf and nearly died!"
"Do you know what else happened?" I asked. "I got my first period as a girl and I faked my identity and... and... I let myself be used for the sake of finding out why they changed and what they're planning. That's how I know they're coming for you."
Josh gasped. "You..."
This time I cried freely. "My male counterpart knew nothing. He was too busy with his heartache, and if it wasn't for me who made it all the way from their encampment to here, he won't go after you. We won't."
Os said nothing as I blamed him. Well... technically, I was blaming myself. But I knew he's listening to our conversation.
"I was so exhausted." I sobbed. "I've been living like an abandoned kid with little food to support me and not enough rest because I always got nightmares of what'd happen. Yes, Os knew, but he only experiences it second hand through my memories. I held the worst of them because I knew despite us being one, it's better if my distressed state doesn't affect my other half."
"I forced myself to mature faster, doing adult stuff. It's not because I want to, but it's because I had no choice! All my life, I've been living in wealth. I got nothing to worry about because I have everything I want! But then I suddenly got thrown into Faunus way of life, where they scrounge scraps and steal foods to survive, and in misguidance started attacking people to get what they want!"
"Not to mention Blake is in their midst. She's the reason why I could join. And even she suffers. You know what I did? I forced myself to stay strong. I ignored the pain so I can focus keeping Os updated on everything, and now looking back; it was worth it. I trained hard not just so that I can keep up, but because it's necessary."
"Out there, it's survival of the fittest, Josh. Unlike you doing politics and economics; we put our lives on the stakes. I saw my comrades died one by one during our raids, killed by the police. I know we're not doing the right thing, but few who actually tried to make things right and it's what drove the White Fang to commit this atrocity. Everything has a start."
"And then, they targeted you." I grasped his cheek and pinched it gently with a sad smile. "The only closest sibling I have and love so much, no matter how annoying you could be, sometimes. Can you imagine what it feels to see both sides of the coin, yet you can't make them meet?"
My brother tried to speak, "I-"
"I was forced to choose. Obviously, you know whom I'll pick. So, that's what happened. In the end, I killed someone with my own hands." My voice was trembling badly when I ended the sentence. Looking at my hands, I just noticed that they're shaking as well.
Josh grasped one of them, his warm grip contrasting against my freezing cold fingers. "Ositha, I'm so sorry. I never thought it'd be that terrible for you. I mean, I understand the shock after you took someone's life, but the rest..."
"It's okay," my tone lowered into a whisper. I gave him a coy smile. "I should've understood you're such an airhead sometimes. The doctors must've given you lots of medicine and make you feel lightheaded."
"Hey," my brother protested with a weak grin.
I glanced downward. "I'm sorry too, for snapping at you. I just... don't know, but I couldn't hold them back anymore."
"Hey," he said again, "It's fine. I was being a jerk."
"Darn right, you were," I snorted, unintentionally causing my snot to come out.
Josh chuckled. "You remind me a lot of Mother when she's being snappy. Guess it runs in the family, eh?"
"Shut up," I pouted, wiping my nose. "You forgot something about girls."
"Period?" He stared at me in bemusement, before giving me an annoyed groan. "Oh, great, now you can use that excuse."
I punched his injured arm for a good measure.
~-x-~
The lazy night breeze gently caressed my cheek as I sleepily rested my back on my balcony's couch. My balcony, as in the balcony of my room in the mansion. We just arrived home from the hospital. I'm not telling you what happened, because getting stuck in a limousine while our bodyguards made a living fence for our security was a very boring thing. It's not like I remembered the details anyway since I fell asleep within ten minutes of the trip.
And when I woke up, I was already on my bed, safe and sound tucked underneath my old blanket(Dust, I missed it so much!). Apparently, Josh took it upon himself to carry a sleeping me instead of waking me up. Good for him because if someone dares to steal my well-earned beauty sleep, I will strangle them.
No kidding.
In my half-sleeping state, I couldn't help but think about the possibility of future. Josh had accepted my existence as another sister he has. It means... well, I didn't have to stay with the White Fang anymore. I was sure if Father wouldn't acknowledge me, I could always stay in one body as Osmond. If he does, that'd be even better.
But then again, there were Blake and the White Fang. I still had no idea what their next move would be. Now, that I've foiled Adam's plan of assassinating my brother, I bet the Faunus lieutenant would accept it. He would make another plan if he isn't already. Which means, I had to go back to them.
...but I also want some rest.
Without thinking, my semblance conjured Os out of thin air. Knowing me, my other half let me snuggle into his embrace, sharing our body heat together. Yes, it's one thing to do it with a lover, but self-sharing? Now, that's what I call awesome.
I had to choose, and midnight was the deadline of my choice; whether I'll come back or I'll stay here. Pass that, Adam would be suspicious, not to mention that I hadn't replied his messages ever since I passed out. I could already imagine his fury, ready to be unleashed.
"Having fun, eh?"
We jolted up from our respective positions. If it wasn't for the familiar voice, I'd have drawn my weapons. Unfortunately, the Qrow I knew always has the tendency to surprise people. He was sitting on the balcony's railing, relaxing against the wall.
"It gets colder here, so why not use my semblance?" Os reasoned.
"Mhm," the older man answered, unconvinced.
I asked, "Where have you been?"
"Talking to your brother. He got banged up badly, so I taught him a bit of lesson to heal himself faster. Fortunately, he's a fast learner," Qrow explained, pulling out his flask. He stared at it, frowning.
"That's not what I meant."
Ignoring my comment, he added, "Well, unlike his idiot of a sibling."
Os questioned, dumbstruck. "What?"
"Tell me, Os. When you chose to rush all the way here out of sudden, do you think you're doing it right? Do you think you're being smart? Do you have any idea that I almost failed to find you?" Our tutor's crimson eyes bored down upon us.
I tried to reason with him, "I mean-"
"You could've come to me and ask for my help." He uncapped the flask and guzzled its content. "But you didn't. And you almost died had I didn't arrive in time to save your sorry butt. What were you thinking, pipsqueak?"
We both looked down, ashamed.
"I'm sorry," Os finally said. "I... We weren't thinking straight. I was too focused to make sure of Josh safety. It won't happen again."
Qrow sighed. "This ain't a funny business, Os. Your semblance is an extraordinary one, not to mention pretty powerful. It could save you, but it can't save you both. So, don't ever think you're invincible even for a second." He pointed his finger at me. "Even the strongest semblances have their flaws."
I exhaled. "I'm so sorry, Qrow. I promise I won't do that again."
"Don't 'so sorry' me, kid. You tell that to yourself." He stood up and approached us. His glare disappeared, replaced by a comforting gaze. "You remind me so much of your mother, always thinking she could set things right by doing it herself. Things most normal people wouldn't dare to do. But eventually, it eats her up." My tutor glanced sideways, seemed to be lost in memories.
After a few moments of silence, the man shook his head and regarded me sternly, "Look, you still got a long way to go. You'll have to make choices and take actions, be them risky or not, but you need think straight while doing so. I won't always be there to back you up, pipsqueak."
"I understand," my other half responded for us.
"Good." Qrow took a swig. He probably noticed my discomfort, since he leaned down and asked, "Something's bothering you?"
"Qrow, is hunting down the Grimm everything a Huntsman does?"
"Well," he shrugged. "That's not everything, kid. We gotta protect people as well. Especially, those who can't defend themselves. Why the random question?"
"I want to become a Huntress," I told him. His reaction was to study me briefly before giving me an indifferent nod. I closed my eyes and sighed frustratedly. "But I don't think I'm worthy of becoming one, anymore."
"Why?"
"Qrow, you know I killed one of our attackers, right?" I said.
"Mhm," he agreed. "Broken neck. How you did that with your current strength was beyond me, or I suppose they've trained you to make use of your Aura while fighting. I'll never know." The man shrugged.
"That's not the point," Os spoke up. "I took someone's life."
"Look, I get where this is going. You're feeling guilty of that and etcetera, etcetera." He motioned with his hand, sparing me the details. "I'm gonna have to tell you something you need to know, then. It's a harsh world out there, Os. There are more people who're willing to kill each other for less than acceptable reasons such as yours. You didn't kill him, you're merely defending yourself."
I shook my head. "That still doesn't make it right. I can't justify it, Qrow."
"What could you do, then?" he challenged me.
I bit my lower lip. "Maybe-"
"Let him live and get yourself killed along with your brother? Tell me, Os, do you think they'd give a damn? Those people came for Josh with killing intent. You're merely stepping in to prevent that from happening. You tried to and the only way to stop them is to end them, was it?"
"I don't know!" I protested. "Perhaps I could've done something instead of that. I saw his lifeless face, Qrow. He's shocked."
Qrow sighed. "I understand, kiddo. I know it's hard for you, but how this world works is worse than you think. You're not the only one." He ruffled my hair gently.
"What do you mean?"
The man stood up, his red cape fluttering from another breeze. "Not all Huntsmen are what you think they were. Sometimes, they ran away from their duty and responsibility," at that, his face hardened, "and some... do what you did to get paid. That's one of many examples. See, there's no 'the perfect Huntsman' out there, Os. You'll understand that once you get older."
"So," I treaded carefully, "Are you saying I shouldn't feel so bad about it?"
"Frankly, I'm proud of you, pipsqueak. Not many people think like you nowadays. I once had a teammate; my team leader to be precise. She could relate to your mother; always wanting to try fixing a problem, no matter how impossible it is." Qrow sloshed his flask. "Guess what? It didn't end well for them. Your mother valiantly fought against her disease, just for the sake to take care of you longer, meanwhile Summer... she sacrificed herself during a mission."
I wasn't sure how to respond at that, so I stayed silent.
"And then we have your aunt, who ran away because she's too scared of our responsibilities as Huntsmen and chose to be the leader of her tribe, roaming over Anima as bandits." The older man lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. "And she's still alive. It's true what they say; the good ones always die earlier." Qrow downed his flask and exhaled. "If only she has a fair share of your worldview, maybe things could've gone differently."
My gaze stuck on the floor tiles. A hand patted my shoulder.
"Os, I'm not saying you did a good thing, but you prevented the bad thing from happening. You probably feel regret, but don't let it consume you. Look at the bright side; thanks to your idiotic stunt, your brother is still alive." He gave me a teasing smirk.
Finally, I smiled a little. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Qrow."
He mock-saluted. "Anytime, kiddo. Assuming you're going back to them, just call me when you need help. Don't try anything funny on your own."
"I will," I promised.
"Good." Qrow fished out his vibrating scroll and frowned upon reading the screen. Rolling his eyes, he stored it and spoke, "Catch you later, pipsqueak."
With that, he jumped off. Thankfully, I've known him long enough to get used to it. I listened to the soft flaps of wings, disappearing into the night.
It's time for me to go as well.
~-x-~
When I arrived at the White Fang encampment, it took all of my efforts not to pass out. Once again, I cursed the distance I had to cover on my feet since this camp was well hidden in the forest. Not to mention several Beowolves that helped to speed me up(by chasing me) to reach this place.
I thought I could retire peacefully, undetected by a particular individual whom I hated yet liked at the same time. Alas, my wish wasn't granted.
A masculine voice greeted me after I shut my tent flaps, "You're gone all day. Where have you been?"
"Eep!" I nearly dropped my bag of books when I whirled around to look at the source.
Obviously, it was Adam. He sat on my tiny mattress, already waiting since Dust knows when. I faked annoyance to cover my surprise. Seriously, how hard is it for him not to notice my arrival? I wasn't in the mood for interrogation, right now.
"Oh, you just want to find out, aren't you? I'm done with your sick plans so I decided to buy some books, to take my mind off this atrocity for oh-so-called-justice. There, satisfied?" I held my hands akimbo, posing a glare on him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I see."
Seeing him not leaving any time soon, I resigned my fate and decided to put the books on my nightstand. To my surprise, his hands encircled my waist from behind, before drawing me closer. I cringed. I hate him. So much. But...
...why do I love this, then?
Succumbing to his touch, I leant backward and rested my head against his chest. Mentally, I kept cursing myself. Why couldn't I stop it? Why didn't I do something?
"I suppose you haven't heard the news?" Adam suddenly asked.
"What news?"
His tone was flat, "My best fighters failed their assignment and got killed. Both of them. It was a Huntsman who did that."
I shrugged. "I have no idea. Perhaps, that hunter was in the wrong place at the right time?"
"Perhaps..." he trailed off. His jaw rested on my head. The warmth was overwhelming, especially for me who just came out from the cold forest. I wanted it so bad. My body wanted it so bad. But my mind kept disagreeing.
This situation was annoying. I just wanted to have a rest, but it seemed like Adam was trying to find out any flaws in my deceit and holding me back.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Very well, my darling," he relented, but his voice held a sinister air.
I turned to face him, curious. "Is there something you want to talk about? Honestly, I've never seen you so calm, especially after experiencing troubles. What gives?"
Adam smirked. "Oh, it's because I already have a backup plan. No one will see it coming until it's too late."
The sentence sent a chill down my spine.
"Rest assured, my love." He placed his gloved hand on my shoulder. "Tomorrow, you will see what I meant. Now, I shall leave you to your rest."
Adam's departure was ignored.
I stared at the place where he was standing, my knees wobbling for no apparent reason. I couldn't find the strength to sneak out again. Not like it's possible. He would immediately connect the dots if he notices me disappearing again. He'd won this one. Tears welled in my eyes. Why is there no stop for my tests? Must I suffer more?
Frantic, I contacted my other half through our link; Os!
I was about to share my recent memories when a reply came; Too late.
What?! I exclaimed.
Os spoke again; I'm being taken somewhere... I have no idea, but I think Josh is fine... I'll update you later... I think... they're drugging me...
His voice started to dwindle like a dying candle. I tried desperately to maintain the connection, but it's severed without a warning. Disbelief. I couldn't believe it. I fell on my knees, suddenly feeling so weak.
No...
~-x-~
A/N: Oh, ho ho ho.
The build-up is getting tenser. lol
I hope you like the interaction between Ositha, Os, Josh, and Qrow. I'm a bit worried that I probably lost my touch on that one, so I apologize if any of the scenes didn't quite... fit in a supposed to be. Their purpose was to put more insights for Os relation with Qrow.
For anyone who's wondering, in this story, Qrow and Raven had an older sister, Kora Branwen, that became Ossy's mother. For anyone who's wondering, in this story, Qrow and Raven had an older sister, Kora Branwen, that became Ossy's mother. I've got a lot in my brain, and obviously, we're coming to the part where Ossy got kidnapped and had to escape. This time, he has an extra help, though. :eyes:
Adios for now.
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Guest: Unfortunately, that's not happening because Adam is into Ositha now. Whoopsie. Would've been an interesting twist, though. C: