Kintsugi - Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold.

Author Note:

Please do not read this story if you are a minor, the relationship depicted is not only toxic, but dangerous. This story is not based in reality and if you ever feel like you are in a relationship similar to the one in this story, platonic or romantic, please find help out of that situation. We jump right in, and slowly get the pieces on how Steven even orchestrated this kidnapping. It's taken place almost right after the episode Fragmented.

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It was a sunny day in Beach City.

It was always a sunny day in Beach City, it rarely rained or snowed. It stayed hot most of the year, and like most of the year, he had been left on his own for about two days now. Pearl, Garnet, and Amethyst had to go do Gem Stuff, and Greg had to do actual work at the car shop. There is a mudding truck event nearby and some of the drivers swear by Greg's handy work at car hygiene. He thought of going to help his father- but on days where he was loaded with mud-covered trucks, he seemed to only distract his father.

He had spent most of the morning playing his console games, reading comics, watching movies and playing with his toys- but after spending the better of a couple of days doing these things, he felt that he couldn't spend another moment in the house alone. Without many options, he had tried to dial up Connie, but the house phone wouldn't answer.

He hung up the phone, flopping on the couch with an exasperated sigh. He allowed the phone to slip off the couch as he stared at the ceiling with a pout. It was only the afternoon, how could he already be out of things to do? He stared at his feet above him, resting on the wall by the couch as he laid there on his back, just vegetating for the time being.

He hasn't tried to go to town at all today.

That perked his interest, as he sat up from the couch, lifted up by his elbows. Surely one of the townsfolk would have time for Steven and his antics. He slid off the cushion of the couch with a new plan of action. It took him a moment, but he got off from the couch, grabbing the phone to place it back on the landline hook.

He placed the phone back on the hook and left towards his room to get ready for the day. Wiggling up his jeans, he got on flip flops, ran a wide-tooth comb through his curls, and grabbed his burger bag. He was equipped for his visit to town!

His first trip was the Donut Shop, with the few dollars he had left, he got himself lunch of a few donuts and after fifteen minutes of talking with Sadie, she left for her break and Lars was less enjoyable for chit chat for a longer period. He found himself out after a bit of back and forth with the more grumpy employee.

Peedee had work, and most of the other townies he was hoping for a visit from were either busy, working, or out of town. Even the popular kids had taken a road trip to the city. He wasn't exactly sure where Onion was- and he was still banned from the amusement park and arcade for something he vaguely remembers.

Feeling defeat, he returned home, slouched over with his paper bag dragging behind him. He descended the long stairs, feeling bored already. Maybe there's a rerun of Crying Breakfast Friends, he could take a nap- and hopefully, the gems will be back.

He stepped onto the porch, lost in his running thoughts before he caught a glimpse inside the beach house and, for a moment, was stunned by the sight past the mesh doors and clear windows.

A form, unable to be recognized yet was lazing over the sofa, relaxed with their legs crossed. He couldn't stop the grin that spread over his face. The gems had to be home, and he knew that must've been Amethyst on the couch! He raced inside, almost dropping the donuts as he shouted his welcome.

"Guys! I'm so ha…" His mind drew a blank at the sight before him. He found himself frozen as he stood before a stranger in his home, scrolling through a phone he didn't know the model of. The teenager had relaxed in his home as if he was on his own. Steven couldn't find the words, standing aimless at the front door- sent into shock from a stranger.

Maybe it wasn't the fact there was a stranger.

Maybe it was because the stranger was a fluorescent hot pink, buff like an action movie with an amazing looking pompadour hairstyle to boot. His chin had some unshaven scruff of a beard, and his clothes were worn and torn- but his black had the same star as his.

The stranger only looked up when the screen door shut behind him, Steven was far too in a daze with the sudden events to hold the knob or notice the door shutting. He turned sharply at the sound, wincing as he heard a simple hum come from the man on the couch, turning his attention over his shoulder to gawk at the teenager.

"Oh! You're here," The glowing pink male before him laughs, standing up as he dusted himself off. He pocketed his phone, leaning on one leg in his stance as he casually crossed his arms. He acted as a friendly guest rather than a home invader. "I was kinda worried, don't want to meet the gems before you."

"Who.. are you?"

"Oh!.. uh." The man seemed uncomfortable with the question. "I'm, well…" The man placed his hand on his hip, using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck in a sudden nervous fit. Steven turned fully to the man, awaiting the answer. He looked familiar to his dad- if his dad was buff and young. The man was tall, Steven could tell the stranger could tower over him greatly even if he was at the entrance door- and the man was still standing by the couch.

He didn't want to get close, as the man released a few more clumsy chuckles before he finally answered.

"It's kinda complicated- but I'm your brother, from another timeline." He gracelessly began to make finger gun gestures in the direction of the younger with both arms. "It's like the hourglass- but no one dies.." Quickly adding the last bit, he was smiling sheepishly at the hopes of the child's reaction, there was a pause in time, and the sweat on the brow on the man was growing thicker.

"Whoa.. like, that Dogcopter movie, where his alternate timeline's owner comes to help him save the world from Cattruck?" Steven grinned, fisting his hands in anticipation of the answer. He had taken the half-witted, on the fly answer and believed it.

The room fell in silence, the man rapidly blinking a few times as his brow raised before his face relaxed. A smile formed on his face as he continued. "Yes, exactly like that." Before he could speak, he was interrupted again.

"Woow!" Steven abandoned the fried dessert's bag, running up to the man and pulling up his pink shirt to reveal his stomach, "Do you got one- like me?" He flopped his hand onto his stomach, allowing it to jiggle as the other man only shook his head, lifting his tattered shirt to show his own gem.

"'Course I do." The other male seemed more confident now, lifting his ripped top to showcase his glimmering gem.

"Woh…" Steven's eyes turned into stars as he stepped closer to the man, who was more than happy to have his trust. The younger's fingers brush over the gem before he scrunched as he realized the already flawed logic of the older's words. "Wait, how could mom give us both a gem?"

"Like I said- it's complicated. But that's not important right now." The mention of their mother seemed to make the other male uncomfortable, something flashed over his features- but it didn't last long. His cocky smile and demeanor were back within seconds, ready to change the subject. "I came to help you, Steven."

"Oh?" Steven fidgets with his shirt lightly, looking up to the stranger. "How can you help me? Is there an evil Steven? Are we gonna team up and stop-"

The man took a sharp, loud inhale as if he was gearing up for a speech, successfully making the younger quiet down. His hands interlock at his torso as he began, in a tone of someone reading a script rather than speaking to someone organically. "I came to help you with your powers, I wanna train you."

"Whhaat!" The younger boy shrieked, making the other grab lightly at his ear in shock. The boy was excited, shaking his fists lightly as the stars in his eyes only brightened. He grins, unable to even dampen the expression as he lightly bounces on his feet. "Did you train the other me- um, your brother in your dimension?"

"I, uh... I did." The pink-skinned man nodded quickly, smacking his lips at the question. "And now I'm gonna train you." He turned from the boy, who followed his shadow like a lost puppy. He returned to where he sat at the couch, plucking a pink jacket that wouldn't seem to fit someone of his bulk- and pulled out a glass-like box from the pocket.

"Can I go do Gem Stuff after I train? I'll be a Crystal Gem, then, right?"

"Of course you will… You're going to help a lot of people." His voice was soft, but the tone was blank, sober in a way Steven couldn't read. He simply stood beside the man, who for the first time since he realized he was in the room stopped looking at him.

The man pressed his thumb down on the top of the surface causing a bright light to fill the lid, transforming the box into a flat tile structure that covered to the floor the moment he tossed it. The once solid box became like a thin floor padding with a single half circular orb in the middle of it. He flung the pink jacket over his forearm, taking Steven's arm and guided him towards it.

Being brought closer, he could see the shine from the polished black, he couldn't put a finger on what the material was, it was like a plastic steel hybrid. The tile was a large square on the floor, enough room for multiple feet to stand on it.

Steven bent down, looking over the odd new technology. The man released the boy's arm as he inspected the new gadget. He hasn't seen anything like that before, no gem tech ever looked sleek and dark like this. He glanced back to the man, the pink teen seemed to always have his eyes directed on him.

The eye contact felt heavy now, as Steven turned his eyes to stare at the blackened flooring.

"What is this?" Steven pokes at it once, the man only offering a shrug.

"It's a teleportation device. It'll take us where we need to go to train." The man stepped onto the newly blacked tile, as soon as he stood on it, a holo touch screen came up from the orb in the middle of the square structure. His fingers went to work, using his fingertips for a scan and soon typing, the chirp made the man hum in approval.

"C'mon Steven, we're going." The pink male gave no effort as he lifted Steven from the collar of his shirt, plopping him on his feet upon the tile.

"Wait- how long? I don't even - what's your name?" It seemed to finally hit him that he was being whisked away somewhere, with someone he didn't know. The man's expression stayed somber, as he kept a firm hand on the younger's shoulder so he couldn't step off.

"Call me Steph."

It was the last thing he said before tapping the holographic screen once as the two disappeared from the living room in a burst of light.

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This is a very short chapter! I think this is the first time I ever wrote a chapter of any story under a week, it only took a few days, which is crazy? I am a very slow writer, so I loved it! Hopefully I can continue to push chapters like this out! Thank you for reading, I hope to make the next chapter much longer, and further the context of how older Steven even got here!