Author's Note: What's up! This chapter will be another long one, but don't worry. It'll be worth it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers for if I did I would have it be longer and have some OVAs by now. I only own my OC Bluefire so do not steal her.

Jiro sighed as he looked at the laughing children playing in the park from his view of his hospital room window. He longed to enjoy the freedom of having two hands that can be used and sighed as he looked down at his cast covered wrist. Jiro felt a sudden surge of pain and whimpered softly. He let go of his injured wrist and felt some relief from the pain, yet the sensation of pins pricking him constantly barely faded. Jiro used his good hand to wipe away the tears that beaded at the corners of his gray eyes and sniffled as he did this. Jiro sighed and laid back onto the pillow of his hospital bed. Jiro was recently moved from his old room in the Emergency Room to a Recovery Room on the twelveth floor and he was clearly much happier alone than sharing a room with a senile old man that kept calling him a little girl. Jiro wished that he would be moved to a different room that or that the old man would get moved to the morgue if you catch Jiro's drift. Jiro heard a light knocking before the door opened and shut quietly. He sat up and smiled at Bluefire. She wore a pastel blue doctor's coat and light blue scrubs with red hearts. She held a tray in each hand and placed one on the table beside Jiro's bed while she kept the other for herself.

"Thanks, but I didn't order anything to eat," Jiro said before he took a forkfull of the pasta on his tray.

"I figured you needed something to eat. I've got an extra special addition to your lunch," Bluefire replied as she reached behind her. Jiro looked at her, confused by what she meant by surprize. His eyes suddenly filled with light as he looked in Bluefire's hands. It was his sword. Jiro took it gratefully and hugged it close to himself. It felt heavier than usual but he didn't care. He had the one thing he wished for since this whole ordeal began. Mimiko had hidden his sword from him when he was only five, but now that he was ten he figured he was old enough to wield it again. He felt tears spill from his eyes, but unlike the other times he cried these were tears of joy.

"How on Earth did you find it?" Jiro asked as he felt absolute happiness. Bluefire smiled before she spoke.

"Mimiko hid it in my shop and I decided that since your wrist is broken this would make you feel even better than if I gave you flowers or a teddy bear," Bluefire said warmly as a pink blush dusted her cheeks. Jiro set the sword down on his bed before hugging Bluefire. She was shocked at first but eased into her brother's embrace whole heartedly. She carefully took Jiro from his bed and held him tightly as he did the same to her. Their bangs intertwined, black mixed with blonde, and they were close enough to kiss, but Jiro had another plan in mind. He moved to her neck and bit down, his mouth filling with the sweet crimson liquid. It was warm and made Jiro feel warmth in the pit of his stomach. Bluefire only winced in pain as she allowed Jiro to drink his fill. She ran her fingers through Jiro's hair and smiled at her brother. Jiro released her after he drank his fill and licked his crimson stained lips. Bluefire was paler than usual but decided not to meantion it for she didn't want Jiro to worry so much.

"I didn't know you were type O," Jiro said as he felt slightly intoxicated by the warm and fuzzy feeling that enveloped his entire body.

"Well blood type O is very common in America and I am an American so it really isn't hard to put two and two together," Bluefire responded as some of the color returned to her skin. Jiro looked up at her and kissed her chin. He felt embarrassed but didn't care who saw him now. He had his sword, a full stomach, and the sweetest younger sister a man could ask for.

"Bluefire-chan, promise me that you'll never leave me," Jiro said as he rested his head against Bluefire's left shoulder. She chuckled a little bit.

"Don't worry my dear brother. I promise that you'll never be alone as long as I'm around," Bluefire responded. Jiro fell asleep feeling content and safe with his sister. Bluefire pecked Jiro's forehead before laying him down in bed beside his namesake sword. "Sweet dreams Jiro-nii-san. Tomorrow you'll feel better I promise."

Jiro stretched with a yawn the next morning and got out of bed. He shuffled sleepily to the bathroom and nearly screamed at his reflection. He had grown to about seventeen years old, yet height wise and his hair length made him look older. His hair now reached his shoulders and he was only six and a half inches shorter than his normal height. Jiro noticed that his wrist had somehow gotten better and was no longer in a cast. He blushed when he realized his clothes were now very tight and very short on him. His shoulders slumped in defeat, he couldn't win. He heard the door to the room open and heard someone walk in. Jiro peaked behind the door and quickly shut it, his cheeks a dark crimson color. Behind the other side of the door was Bluefire, Mimiko, and Kotaro.

'There's no way I can go out there looking like this! They'll laugh at me or I'll die of embarrassment! Either way I'm not ready to have my pride hacked to pieces, especially not when my clothes are this small and tight! Maybe this is what it feels like to be dressed like a prostitute?' Jiro thought as he silently fought off hyperventilation. His only hope was to hide here until Mimiko and Kotaro left. Jiro knew he could only handle one person making a mockery of hiss appearance but three will most likely make his heart give out. He jumped when he heard a knock on the door and kept quiet.

"Jiro-nii-san? Are you in there? Its okay, its only me," Jiro heard Bluefire ask though the door. He closed his eyes and consentrated on the sounds in the room. He didn't sense Mimiko nor Kotaro's presense so he decided to leave the bathroom. He carefully opened the door and was met with a tight hug around his body. He looked up to find his adult reflection hugging him only he wasn't in the mirror. Jiro tried to push away but his strength failed for he hadn't completely regained his strength.

"Where's Bluefire-chan and the others?" Jiro asked before nearly jumping at how different his voice sounded. It was an octive or two higher than his normal voice yet it still had that silky note to it. He heard the reflection chuckle to himself and wanted an explination as to why he wasn't in the mirror.

"I bet you're wondering why I'm not in the mirror right now," the reflection chuckled as he ruffled Jiro's hair.

"Yes I am, but how did you know?"

"Its simple really, I'm your mind as an adult so I can tell what you're thinking. Like right now you're thinking 'How the Hell can he read my mind?'."

"I guess we have a connection, but why are you not in the mirror. If you're not there doesn't that mean I'm going to die soon?"

"Not quite. You see, I'm a representation of your mind so you're the only one who can see or hear me. Even if I'm not in the mirror I'll still be ablle to watch over you and you'll keep living as though nothing has happened."

"Why did I grow up this time? The last time something like this happened I admitted my fear so what have I done to become this age?"

"You cried for the first time in happiness and you unknowingly admitted how much you missed something thats's tied to your life as an adult. You admitted it through your body and your actions. Thats what made you older."

"So how many more trasformations do I have to go through to turn completely back?"

"One and in order to do so you have to sacrifice something you care about, just you don't want to admit it yet. Don't even try to ask me what you'll sacrifice because I'm not telling you." With that the reflection faded leaving Jiro hugging air. He wanted the refection to tell him more, but knew that he had to make the sacrifice in order to find out. He then felt annoyed because the reflection never answered the question of why he wasn't in the mirror. Jiro sighed and decided to look in the closet to find some larger clothes to wear, these made his underwear ride up on him and the feelig wasn't too comfortable especially in Jiro's case.

Author's Note: How did you like chapter 21? Hope you enjoy the interactions between Jiro and his adult mind. It just came to me one night and I just had to put it in there. Reviews make the world go round so help the world spin. Review~Bff#3