Chapter Twenty-One: Revelation

A/N 2/20/10: New chapter! Yay!

So, are any of you guys giving me hits going to review? I'll keep writing without reviews, but I'd still like to know if you totally hate what's happening right now.

BTW, we passed 30,000 with the last chapter. Yay!

And why is this chapter super-short? It just didn't feel right putting anything after the breakdown. The next chapter will answer some questions for you guys.^^

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"This is ridiculous. How could I possibly…?" Icicle sighed and sat up on the rooftop. The sword at his side tapped against the wooden roof. "No wonder Crescent does not like these people. They are all out of their heads." He pulled his knees to his chest and closed his eyes, listening intently to the conversation within the hut below.

"Tuskle, are you sure?" came the voice that belonged to the black and red-haired man.

"Yes, Oki, I am positive. The potion does not lie." Icicle figured that voice belonged to Tuskle. A fresh cut on Icicle's arm panged with pain beneath a bandage, and he wondered why he had agreed to the blood test.

A new voice, which Icicle assumed belonged to the blue-haired man, said, "I still cannot quite believe this. It is too… Too…"

"Odd. Messed up. Totally and utterly strange," said Icicle, partially wishing he was in the hut with them.

"So, he is our son," said the blue-haired man. A need to run rushed through Icicle's veins. His heart began to pound fiercely.

He gripped at his chest, muttering, "Why…? Why am I so…?" He gritted his teeth. He was unwilling to admit it. He refused to say he was afraid. Taking a deep breath, he stood and stepped off of the roof. His heart drumming in his ears, he turned as the hut's door opened and two figures walked out. Their eyes met his and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then, Icicle took a step forward. His gaze fell to the ground and a feeling of nausea made his head swim.

"You are my…?" The two men nodded. Icicle's eyes closed and his legs buckled. He fell forward but did not hit the ground. Oki caught the teen and held him close, both falling to their knees as forgotten emotions and broken words flooded their minds.

Samickle did not approach the duo until Icicle moved to look him straight in the face. The teen nodded and allowed Samickle to kneel and pull him into a hug. "My son," said the Chief, holding Icicle tightly. The teen buried his face in his new-found father's shoulder, allowing his mental walls to break down and let him feel what he had been suppressing for years. For the first time in years, he cried.