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A/N: Interesting Fact: Each story I am updating today has exactly 2160 word. That is the actual story, something like that. Ok, so introducing a new secondary character. She isn't too major and will appear time to time. I plan to have exactly 30 chapters and an epilogue. Um, I can't think of anything else to add... Stuff always comes to me after I post.

But I have a quick poll question: What would you guys rather have in the epilogue? I was thinking either way far off into the future, maybe 10-20 years later or a set up for Next Generation: Anna. So I would like to hear what you would like and why. even if it is just an "I just like this better."

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ArtemisBAMF1218- My newest project besides Next Generation: Anna is not another Kai story. It is hinted at in this briefly. But I have started to briefly work on some more Kai projects, like when he and Hope grow up and Danny becomes a grandfather. It is really a sweet thought. But, for now I think I will keep this classified because I already post about ideas before I have really even started them...

Chill out, some Kanna in this chapter. don't worry about it, I am not that evil. I hope not... Kai will get his happy ending even if it is not right away.

With the amulet it was a brief flashback to when Kai attacked Anna and her family, they were both remembering it and what happened.

As always thank you for the ideas. Thanks for all your constant support and I can't wait to hear from you soon.


Chapter 28


"Alright. Gently try standing." Professor Xavier says to me calmly.

I brace my arm's tightly on the rails to help keep me upright.

My broken hand was now in a brace and was throbbing as I attempted to put pressure on it.

Once I was steadily up and balanced on my foot I look up.

Anna and Hope were also here and it was nice.

One quiet day working on getting my strength back up, physically.

For my mental strength, it was a wordless agreement that I could ask for help when I was ready, but Professor Xavier was pushing for me to get back to regular training with him.

Which, I am not sure if I want to do or not.

Dad has been in contact with Hope, so I was going home.

Only for a visit. Once I get stronger. We would be gone for about a week Earth time.

Hope wouldn't let me out of it. And Sabrina and Anna are trying to come along. Orson is also looking forward to it by the looks of things. He seems very cheerful.

I guess I am just nervous about seeing Mom and Dad again after attacking home. I was told there was no damage and no one was hurt, but something in my gut tells me I really did hurt people.

I just don't remember doing it.

I'm scared because I am supposed to be the King's son. Everyone thinks I am just like my Dad. I am not.

Dad is the Iron Fist and the King.

And I…

I am handicapped, and I am unstable. I am weak. And I am too powerful to control myself.

I lose my grip and fall face first onto the padding on the ground.

I moan and push myself up weakly.

"Ouch," I mutter.

I levitate up and move back to my wheelchair.

"Come on." Anna encourages. "One more try."

I sigh heavily and get my hands on the bars.

I close my eyes and pull myself upward.

"One try," I say to myself no words escape my lips.

Once I am upright I look to Orson who is sitting patiently on the end of the railings.

I palace my foot down and slowly take a step.

When my foot is down I go for moving my hands.

One at a time. My right hands adjust and then my left hand.

Then I take another breath.

And I push up to move my foot.

My hands let go and I find myself on my back. Struggling for air.

Hope walks over to me and holds my back upright so I can breathe a little better.

"You got the wind knocked out of you pretty good, huh?" She asks, she easily lifts me up and places me back in the wheelchair.

Hope walks around to the back and pulls me away from the railing.

"I think that is about enough for now," She says softly.

I nod.

Hope says bye, and I wave as she pushes me back to my room where I was recovering.

"So, how are things in your head?" She asks.

I don't respond. Not in a talking mood.

"Kai, talk to me," She demands.

"My head is still a wreck, I can hardly meditate and my mindscape is still an apocalypse, meaning my life hasn't gotten any better." I am surprised by how angry and dark my voice is. I am just so made at nothing.

"Well, you've only been back a month," Hope says softly.

"I should be better by now!" I snap, bitter. "A month is enough to heal and I can hardly stand up!" I yell.

"Going back to K'un-Lun will do you some good. You'll end up like Ryu if you keep this up." Hope says.

Ryu, I remember her ever so slightly… She was… she was a lot of things…

She still is a lot of them… and she hates to be in the city or anywhere she has to be around lots of people, especially for long periods of time.

"Alright." I sigh. "I'm sorry. I am just getting impatient."

I can almost see Hope's sad expression even as I don't look at her.

"You need to stay patient. You've been through a lot. You need more than a month to recover."

"I know," I mutter. "I'm tired of everyone telling me they can help me, though. Because they can't. No one knows exactly what I am going through. No one knows why I have these powers and no one certainly knows how to use them."

Hope stays quiet as we reach my room.

Once I am comfortable in my warm bed Hope stands nearby and watches me for a while.

"You really do need to relax. Just enjoy the nothingness. You don't have to be running around hunting stuff to have a good time." She tells me.

"You have to." I shoot back.

She shrugs. "I guess, get some sleep."

And with that she is gone.

I sigh, I sit up a fold my leg, semi-crisscross style. And slow I escape to my mind.

My mental image was the only strong thing left about me. Even if my mindscape is a disaster.

I look around and smile softly to myself. One hard day of work coming up.


I was worn out, from working so hard.

I was worn out, from working so hard.

And yet, not a single person would know or care.

I was cleaning up my mind. Washing away the memories and the horrors that I had been thought.

They didn't want to go, and I couldn't make them.

But I could move them far away.

Far enough to only come back in my nightmares.

The grass was still dead and the tree was also gone. And everything was still a mess, but it was a start.

I'm not even sure where all this thrash came from. I honestly don't know.

I bend down and attempt lifting another large wooden plank.

Minds are our own private dimensions. Maybe there was something else farther than I had cared to travel. By favorite spot was the center of the action.

The board must have weighed a lot because I could hardly use it. I was stacking resources I could keep off a good twenty feet and this wasn't budging.

I sigh. "Telepathy time," I mutter to myself.

I walk away and hold out me hands.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

I sigh and walk over to the stump and sit down.

I had spent the past few hours here after having some stitches taken out. I was still loopy off of the drugs.

The doctors said I was healing very well and I could be able to move back to my apartment in a few day.

The exact date is my birthday.

I close my eyes and smile as a soft moist wind sweeps over me.

It feels refreshing.

So refreshing.

"Hello, Kaito." A honey voice slides into my ears.

It's soft and smooth, gently and good.

I don't want to talk to dead people, or anyone right now.

But I for an eye open.

Standing before me is a girl my age.

I stare.

Her hair was black and very silky. It smoothly went down her back like a waterfall. She wore it very simple, a hair tie kept it out of her face. But it still reached to the ground, it went past her hips.

She wore a very simple dress as well. It was snug up against her upper body and was sleeveless. It covered her very well and the straps covered the tops of her shoulders. The top part was a solid black color, perhaps charcoal. Her waistband was a shining silver like the moon. The black dress continued on and at her waist had two cuts in it. Straight down her legs. The fabric reached the ground in front and behind her. At the bottom, it had gold trim and a golden pattern starting at the bottom that reached her knees before fading out.

She wore pant skin tight leggings under the dress and they covered her and looked like shoes.

He hands were well bandaged, each finger was wrapped individually and reaching halfway up her finger. The bandages then would go all the way to cover her forearms stopping right before her elbows. They were a pure white.

She was well toned and looked quite strong. Built like a warrior.

Her skin was a soft Asia orange color gently sun kissed.

Her eyes were gently honey golden colored. They were two gently orbs on her face. Watching me as I examined her.

She took a stand of hair that had fallen in her face and pushed it back.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to talk?" She asks me softly.

I blink a few times. "I'm sorry." I get to my feet. "What's your name?" I ask her.

She pulls out a dagger I failed to notice and plays with it, examining the beautifully crafted blade. Her body was very relaxed, but she could jump at a moment's notice.

She signed with a mysterious smile. "Truth is I don't have one."

I watch her. "Why not?"

"I don't have a human name." She smiles. "I'm not a mortal."

"Immortal?" I ask.

"No." She shakes her head.

"Then…" I trial off.

"I'm a spirit," She says like I was to be able to guess.

"So you don't have a name?" I clarify.

"Yes." She nods. "How are you recovering?"

"Pretty well."

"And how's everyone taking it?" She goes on.

"Roughly. But things are smoothing out."

She nods walking over to me. "And Anna?"

I blush madly. "She's been distant."

"I know."

"Of course you do," I mutter.

"Hey, look. You humans don't understand how important you are to the world. You can't die just yet. You, like your father, have many great things you will do in your life. You just aren't ready yet, you need training." She explains, her soft and gently features turn also fierce.

"All everyone ever says I need is training!" I snap at her. "I'm sick of it. I never asked for these powers and I certainly never asked to be born."

"So? Nobody asks for the life they have." She says simply.

"She" needs a name.

"You need a name," I state.

"And you need to listen, we all have problems," She reports.

I look at her strangely and I feel my mental connection waver.

"I should go, we can talk later." I say quickly.

The Spirit-Girl sighs. "Sure, I'll be waiting." She almost sounds impatient.


"Morning sleepy." A voice says as I wake up.

I blink a few times and smile, my vision clears to see Anna.

"I just came by to check on you after you had yours stitches taken out. Not much longer until you'll be going back to normal." Anna smiles. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled out of her face and she looked truly happy. For the first time in a very long time, she seemed happy.

I nod. They must have taken out my stitches when I was mediating.

I open my mouth to say something, but it comes out a slurred mess.

Anna looks at me weirdly and then laughs. "Sorry, not funny. It's just, I hope you're feeling better."

I nod.

There is a knock at the door and I inwardly curse the world.

Now Anna wasn't running away from me, but the world had other things for us to do to keep us busy! Seriously!

The Doctor walks in and looks at us kindly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Kai has an MRI he needs to have done." The doctor says.

I sigh deeply. Today doesn't seem to be my day, I'm tired of people, and spirits, telling me what to do.

Anna sighs too. She looks from the doctor to me. "Well, I guess I should go."

She stands up and walked to the door, once there she turns and waves at me. "Have fun." She sighs.

The doctor helps me into my wheelchair and then pushes me to another room.

Once we arrive I look at the large machine. I sigh deeply. This was not going to be fun.

The doctor steps out to set up some machines and I put on a hospital gown.

After that, he gets me onto the table and I get comfortable. My leg and knee are propped up on a pillow and he checks to make sure I am comfortable.

The machine starts to move and I close my eyes.

Calm, relax.

"Everything will be fine," I say to myself.

Everything.


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