Chapter 23

The weekend was just what he needed.

Tempest spent the whole Saturday with Misty as they wondered about the city. He smirked as people were rushing up to both of them for autographs! "We've become quite the power couple!" Misty snickered as they go through the fans.

Tempest nodded. "It appears that way…" he paused thought. "I am concerned to what father wishes for me to do… next week, I'm to be a serpent." He whispered the last part in her ear.

She was taken aback by the news but looked to him oddly. He was uncomfortable being serpent now?

"Must be for a good reason. I mean, you eat a lot more in that form right? Like A LOT more"

"I do, but I still don't understand why. I do eat well in this state, yet… come to think of it…"

"You're never satisfied."

He paused to her words. Misty merely smirked. "Don't think I haven't noticed. I have cooked for you more than once. You're full, but you are never satisfied. Your body wants more, but doesn't have the means of obtaining it. You're stomach is too small!" she laughed.

"Even by human standards, I eat nearly three times the amount…" he muttered.

Misty giggled. "But you weren't born this way," she whispered. "I think it's going to do you good. We can still spend the weekend together if you want! I'll keep you company,"

He smiled to her suggestion. "You know, that would be nice… especially if I do get enough to eat or somehow over eat… I doubt it though; the monsters have been rather quite as of late. The Neo Heroes are stepping up their game to say the least, but who knows."

Her arms locked around his. "Let's go have lunch! Then, let's go shopping! Ooo, and we will get some ice cream!"

She planned the whole day with him, after all. She knows what he likes!

#

Yuuma was coiled up at the studio, sitting across from the head writer for the movies. His name, Sam, and according to many at the studio, he doesn't take help easily.

Sam at there, drumming his pen as he looked over the short-handed notes Yuuma wrote the last time. "This… is doable… but we need more details than this…"

"I know, I told you before man, I was merely penning out ideas. But I can expand on them greatly now if you want?"

Sam was hesitant, he appears to be the kind that doesn't like to relinquish control either. However with a sigh, he took the pad of paper and pen only to slide it over to Yuuma.

He began to write far more detailed notes, yet as he did, Sam struck up a conversation. He stared at Yuuma oddly before stated. "How come you look like Amai Mask?"

Yuuma kept writing. "I do?" he asked without much concern.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not every day someone like you appears, same color as he was when he was a serpent, you look like him, have that… serious look when you are serious… I just can't shake it…"

His pen stopped writing. Yuuma slapped it down on the pad of paper before glaring at Sam. "You want me to help you with this or not?" he demanded.

Sam paused, but then, his eyes widened. "Holy shit… you're really…"

"Shut up" Yuuma warned. "I will not speak of this any farther…"

Sam however was too enthralled with the knowledge he just gained. "So it is true!" he whispered. "You're the son of Amai Mask!"

"I said shut up!" Yuuma snapped back. "And I'm not! I am the son of Garou! Got it!"

Sam however wasn't getting the message. "But, why haven't you said anything? Then again with what happened to Amai, it's a good thing no one knows the truth yet, but still… I mean I thought he would be thrilled to announce to the world that he has a son following his footsteps…"

SLAP

This time, the pen shattered. The ink oozed out and over the freshly written notes as Yuuma turned and glared at him. "He… ain't my dad!" he warned.

Sam froze fearfully. "My God, what's wrong?"

Yuuma sighed aloud. "Look, it's a long story okay… we weren't exactly born… more like created…"

"Wait, we?"

Yuuma froze as he felt he just messed up big time. But he regained his composure. "Yeah… we… Look, the situation of our births are not exactly to be celebrated… especially when they had to drug up my biological father and use a clone of my mother to get us…"

Sam fell oddly silent. "Shit man, I… I didn't know…"

"Ever heard of the House of Evolution?"

"Who hasn't? We were going to make a move of that, but it was too surreal for people nor could we secure the budget!"

"Yeah well, that's where my sibs and I can from… We were to be destroyed, yet Garou and Melee saved us… raised us as their own… which is why I call myself a son of Garou. He gave a damn about me. Amai… Amai didn't know what to do, let alone how to raise serpent children…"

Silence fell between them as Yuuma cleaned up the mess he made. With a new pen and fresh paper, he started over again. "I… won't say anything," Sam vowed.

"You promise that, you can take the credit for writing this," Yuuma said as he wrote far faster and more feverishly than before. He filled twelve pages with more detail than the notes from before. When he gave them to Sam he froze and read through all the pages.

His eyes widened.

"This… is remarkable! I can defiantly take it from here!" Sam stated.

"But not a word!" Yuuma demanded.

Sam promised, he wouldn't speak of him. With a nod, Yuuma uncoiled and took his leave.

He just slinked out of the room when he froze.

There she was, waiting against the wall, smiling from ear to ear! Webigaza.

"So it is true!" she said as her smile grew. "The son of Amai Mask… it's you! You are one of this bastard children!"

Yuuma smirked. "You've known for a while, after all, why else would you focus your sole attention on me?" he asked.

"Making you into a snake skin dress is going to be all the more gratifying when the time comes… after all, you're still a monster"

"Keep telling yourself that sweetheart, by the way. Despite this so call fame you have… I still have never heard of you…" Yuuma then began to slink away, but then froze. He cringed as the tip of his tail was stepped upon! He turned and saw her dig her heel into the tip and slowly turned her foot to ensure he felt pain.

"Oh, it's going to happen… I won't let anyone outshine me!" she protested. "Enjoy your freedom while you can… it won't be long until you are worn down the runway… I am personally going to be the one to wear your skin like a coat!" she finally lifted her foot.

He was quick to tuck it in before he glared at her… but smirked. "You know, I was a lot like you, wanting to take down Amai Mask… but now… I think I want to take you down instead… sure, you got your fans and what not… you've gone under the knife more times than someone should, but then again, it just proves how fake you really are…" His smile grew. "Yeah… I think I got a new rival in the industry…"

She glared at him, but forced a smile of her own. "Let's see how many legions of fans a monster can obtain…"

She turned her back and walked off. Yuuma glared as she did, but knows now to keep his back up. She is going to be gunning for him without a doubt.