In The End
Loki Weasley
Part Five: Jackie Chan
Summary: War struck Peace with a wrath. Severing families- more particularly the ties of five certain Gundam pilots... Now, thirteen years after they sent their children to 'a better place', they find the very place those kids need to be is where they started in the first place. Funny how things work out...
Loki: BLUDGER, HO!!! EEEEEK!!! ::runs away from black ball::
New York was simply New York, and to it its own. The male resident of New York City shoved his hands in his baggy red pants and whistled as he headed down the road. Three kids he had never seen, all his age, were ahead. He had a tattoo, a simple little scythe on his shoulder, and wore white dress shirt left open over it. His hair was black but long and in a braid. A lot of people commented he looked like a girl and was gay. Well, they were three-quarters right. Bi was close enough. Solo kept walking along towards the Cauldron where his boy- yes, boy- friend worked. The three teens in front of him were bickering. At least the girl and the boy with short blue hair. The boy of the subject was named Solo, plain and simple.
". I mean, really, you were saved by a girl, Miles," the girl had an English accent. "That just proves my theory." She flipped her long black and red hair, smiling at the boy beside her.
"And what's that?" the blue-haired boy, Milo, growled. He didn't seem to want to know the answer, Solo smirked to himself. He was only walking into anyway, he figured.
"That boys, no offense, Tristan, are weaklings."
The boy with the brown hair just shrugged.
"You know, your dad has completely different-" Milo started.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!" screamed an all too familiar voice to Solo. He turned at the same time the teens in front of him did. From about a half mile down the road a green-garbed girl tore around a corner. She nearly fell as she skidded to the turn and ran towards them. This, Solo knew, was Nightingale after she again made some stupid mistake. He watched in amusement as Mrs. Tskishiro, an old woman who owned an herbal remedy shop around the corner, came tearing after Nightingale with a broom. Nothing new, but entertaining all the same. Everyone ignored this except for Solo, tourists, and those three teenagers.
Mrs. T was screaming in Little-Toyko-ese, which was a mixture of different languages from neighboring 'Little' places, and Nightingale was screaming for someone to stop the mad woman and wailing at the top of her lungs.
All this, of course, was pretty much ignored.
"Don't tell me," came the girl's voice, "That that is the girl who saved your arse?"
"Okay. I won't." said Milo.
The girl and the other boy started to laugh.
"Look! I TOLD you she was completely mental!" Milo cried in frustration. Solo giggled. People were interesting sometimes.
By now Nightingale had passed them and a man came running from the convenience store nearby. "Robbery!" screamed a voice.
As if some invisible switch was flipped, Nightingale stopped screaming and picked up speed. Solo loved watching her gears work. She was so strange. It was interesting to watch. Nightingale jumped over the man that had stolen something, turned around, and karate kicked him in the stomach. He flew back a good few feet and Nightingale watched as the man didn't get up for a few minutes.
Solo grinned wide when Mrs. T smacked Nightingale with her broom after the man finally got up, dropped what he stole, and ran like a bat out of Hell. Nightingale sat on the ground and started wailing again. Mrs. T walked away telling her it was for her own good.
"Man, I feel really lame right now." Milo muttered from ahead of Solo.
"Oy! G! You'll be late!" Solo yelled as he started off again.
Nightingale stared at him a second, puzzled. Processing what he had said. She glanced at her watch. Then shrieked. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMIIIIIIIIT!!" she cried and took off again.
Solo smirked. "What an interesting girl." he mused as he headed to the Cauldron again.
Those three kids showed up at the bar, Solo noticed as he helped his boyfriend set up the stage. Ripper, named that because of all the rips he made in his attire, assisted in loading a new amp onto the stage since the last on broke down the other night. "G get here on time?" he asked.
"Of course not." Ripper replied with a laugh.
"Oh, let's just make fun of the bird!" Nightingale muttered from where she sat at the back of the stage by Jamie, a large black guy around twenty, and discussed the list that evening.
"Tweet, tweet." Replied Solo sweetly.
Nightingale snorted. "Go make out with Ripper, already, will you?" she asked.
"Not until after the show, love." Solo added to Ripper, who pretended to pout.
"I hate you." Nightingale hissed at Solo deathly quiet.
"I know!" Solo smirked and jumped down to sit in one of the front seats.
It wasn't too far from those kids. Again, the girl and the kid called Milo were arguing and the kid called Tristan was bent over a piece of paper. Solo craned his neck and saw him drawing an amazingly accurate picture of Nightingale. The kid pulled another piece of paper from his back pocket, smoothed out the picture of a little girl, and smirked. "Perfect match." He said.
"Huh?" the clueless Milo asked.
"I just figured out why I'm infatuated with drawing this little girl." Tristan said, tapping the color pencil sketch with his mechanical pencil.
"Why?"
"Because she's her." And he pointed to Nightingale, who was tuning her guitar and paying no attention to anyone around her.
"Mind you, she's completely unstable." Milo replied matter-of-factly.
"But cute."
"But still completely nuts."
Solo blocked out the argument as the room got dark suddenly. It was silent and pitch black a moment, and then snapping noises came from the stage. Then snapping and stomping. Ahhh. Solo sat back. He liked this song.
"Mr. Luva. Mr. Luva. Mr. Luva." with these three phrases the lights on the stage came on and Jamie was performing. Standing back at the board while G; Jade, a tiny little Chinese girl; Big Mamma a relatively normal- sized Haitian woman of twenty-one; and Squeaks, a white girl who didn't squeak at all, stood in front and danced while chanting background melody.
After that came some Billy Idol and Papa Roach and even Prince (ala Ripper! Yay!) and then what made Nightingale so famous: Michael Jackson's Scream with her as Mike and Jade as Janet. The show went on and on and Solo went through two pints of Ben and Jerry's.
The hairs on the back of his head started to tingle. He turned around, but there was no one there watching him. Wary, he turned back around just as Nightingale jumped onto his table in the middle of going about how she doesn't give a damn about her bad reputation and crouched over him. She smiled evilly, obviously wanting to do something mean, but moved on towards the back of the room. She always did this during shows. It was only really interesting when she flipped and made stupid acts that could get her neck broken.
The show was the same as usual, and everybody loved it, and when it ended Solo stood and disappeared into the kitchens to help clean up. Ripper came in and helped a few minutes in, and when the door opened Solo spotted Nightingale talking to those three teenagers he had seen most of his day. She looked rather serious and out of character. not that her character was ever stable or predictable.
"Interested?" Ripper's voice cut in. Solo jumped.
"No. No, of course not." Solo muttered, going slightly red as the last worker left him and Ripper alone in the kitchens. "That kid, though, looks familiar." He jerked his thumb at the middle kid.
Ripper walked over to the door and watched. "G's gone stiff? But that kid looks cute. You know the one that looks 'familiar'" Ripper made quotations with his fingers as he walked back over to Solo and grinned.
"Oh, funny." Solo replied dryly. He took Ripper's hand, checked for spies, and ducked out the back door.
Over in the bar, it was empty save Nightingale, Milo, JieLan, and Tristan. She came to the table and sat in a chair backwards.
"So my father's finally sent the cavalry? I'm on a mission here. J said there may be Seraphim in the city." She said, scanning the small crowd. Her eyes met Tristan's and she stared. He smiled. She smiled back. "So you're the kid my dad was talking about." He nodded. Nightingale scanned the room. Someone was coming in. But.
"What?" JieLan asked.
"Shimatta." Was the reply. "Uhm, kitchens are empty- now." Aubrie was on her feet and pulling the nearest person towards the swinging doors, who happened to be Tristan. "My mission's just solved itself."
Shutting them in, Aubrie waited with her fingers to her lips and glared at anyone who made any noise: which was Milo, who had tripped over his own two feet. She took a step back so she was clearly visible through the small round window on the door just as a soldier walked through. She kicked up, and he went flying. "WOO! Jackie Chan, The Bird be your successor!"
"Not even, Yuy!" JieLan challenged.
The two girls glared at one another.
"Can we do the Xena War later?" Milo whined as ten soldiers came running into the room.
He had spoken a little too soon, since the nearest soldier decked him and Milo suddenly found himself on his back in the alley because he went through the back door. Milo groaned.
Solo stepped away from Ripper when something came flying out of the club's kitchen and landing on its back. He stared. Ripper shrugged at him. It was that boy the Chinese girl called Milo. The boy groaned and rolled onto his back.
"You okay?" Solo asked curiously.
Milo met his eyes and for the first time Solo got a really good look at this kid. Milo's face was just like his. Milo screamed and Solo took a few steps back in confusion.
"I was wondering why Milo looked so familiar when I first saw him." Aubrie was standing at the doorway, her hand on the frame, smiling at them. "Solo, meet Milo. Milo, Solo." Aubrie smirked again then looked down the alleyway. "UhhhhhhAHHHHhhhhhh, inside, inside!" she said and pulled Ripper into the kitchen by his shirt collar.
Solo followed her gaze and saw men in strange uniforms heading their way. Ohhhhkay. Probably better to do as the Crazy Girl said. Solo pulled Milo to his feet and ran past Nightingale, and stood by the Chinese girl whose shirt was ripped and she was holding a frying pan. There were more uniformed men scattered, unconscious, about the kitchen. "Do I want to know?" Solo asked curiously.
Nightingale was leaning against the doorframe fishing something from her coat. A pistol. And then a cell phone. She stared at the phone, pushing a button. After a few seconds she put it to her ear. "The cavalry requires cavalry. Thanks for your trust in my returning, by the way." She glanced around the door and motioned the group to back up and took a few steps back herself. She sighed. "Yell at Jie." She replied to the phone and tossed it at the Chinese girl. "Stay in here." She ordered Solo and the rest of the mildly confused group. The Chinese girl, Jie, had taken to explaining what was going on to whoever was on the other side of the phone.
Nightingale ran out the door, shutting it behind her.
Solo turned to the group. "So.what's going on?" he asked.
The Chinese girl was listening to the phone. "You mean there's TWO of them!?!" she demanded angrily. She snorted and hung up as gunfire filled the outside. "Miles, meet your brother, Solo. Solo, you know you're adopted, right?" Solo nodded, still not getting the brother part. "Okay, you're really Solo Maxwell. And this is your." she shuddered. "Twin.. Miles."
Twin? Well, they were on the same plane, Solo reasoned, since he and Miles seemed to possess the same look of utter confusion.
"You know, I see it." Ripper smirked. "So what's the big deal?"
"You have to come to Sanc with us, Solo, you're the son of Duo Maxwell, the Gundam pilot, and you are needed to stop a war- it's why Yuy's out there now." Jie nodded her head to the alley, where the gunfire suddenly got entirely too fierce and then died.
Solo stared as the door opened, Jie beside him tensed, but Nightingale, holding a bleeding arm, came in smiling. Two Preventers followed her in. "Nifty, huh?" Nightingale asked. She took her hand off her arm and stared at the blood running down it.
Tristan gagged and turned away. "I hate blood." he muttered quietly.
Nightingale frowned. "It's just a flesh wound.Ow," she groaned, taking a dish towel from a cabinet and wrapping it tightly around her upper arm.
"Your friend J called your father and informed him that this guy here is Solo Maxwell." Jie informed Nightingale, going over to one of the unconscious men and kicking him lightly. "So what do we do with these guys?"
"We'll make sure they're on the first flight to the base," replied the female Preventer.
"Mm." Nightingale winced as she started bending her arm. "I hate J. But my mission's over so I s'pose we all're getting the first flight to Sanc, huh?" She walked over to Tristan. "Are you okay?"
Tristan, who looked rather pale, nodded without looking at her. "I.I just had a really bad experience involving." he swallowed hard, "Involving blood.. I'll be fine, really." Although the lack of color in his face didn't exactly help the idea, Nightingale nodded slowly and turned back to the rest of the group. "Okay, then, these two Preventers're getting us a shuttle straight to Sanc, and I. I am going to kill J should I ever see him." She walked back out into the alleyway, only pausing to tell Ripper to inform Jack she said 'later', and disappeared. JieLan and Tristan followed after the two Preventers lacking names for the moment. Solo stood where he was. Milo had gone to the door, but stood waiting.
"Go on, Soul." Ripper muttered in his ear. He smiled. "Just don' t ruin that body of yours, kay?"
"Are you sure-"
"You deserve a chance to know your family. Go on." Ripper walked into the club and towards the connection from the club to the apartment Jack and Nightingale resided in.
"Coming?" Milo asked. He glanced down the alley. "They're waiting."
"Yeah." Solo muttered, following his new-found brother from the room.
"I met Mom and Dad. Dad's kinda strange. And Mom about killed me when she hugged me. But it's. I dunno. really cool to actually know who you belong to." Milo said in a museful tone. He glanced at Solo.
"Everything I've known. Phht! Out the window.. Well, maybe something down the line will explain G up there." Solo smirked.
Solo came to find that Milo was right. Duo Maxwell, his new-found father, acted like child and way beyond happy, while his mother grabbed both him and Milo at the same time so their heads smashed together.
Summary: War struck Peace with a wrath. Severing families- more particularly the ties of five certain Gundam pilots... Now, thirteen years after they sent their children to 'a better place', they find the very place those kids need to be is where they started in the first place. Funny how things work out...
Loki: BLUDGER, HO!!! EEEEEK!!! ::runs away from black ball::
New York was simply New York, and to it its own. The male resident of New York City shoved his hands in his baggy red pants and whistled as he headed down the road. Three kids he had never seen, all his age, were ahead. He had a tattoo, a simple little scythe on his shoulder, and wore white dress shirt left open over it. His hair was black but long and in a braid. A lot of people commented he looked like a girl and was gay. Well, they were three-quarters right. Bi was close enough. Solo kept walking along towards the Cauldron where his boy- yes, boy- friend worked. The three teens in front of him were bickering. At least the girl and the boy with short blue hair. The boy of the subject was named Solo, plain and simple.
". I mean, really, you were saved by a girl, Miles," the girl had an English accent. "That just proves my theory." She flipped her long black and red hair, smiling at the boy beside her.
"And what's that?" the blue-haired boy, Milo, growled. He didn't seem to want to know the answer, Solo smirked to himself. He was only walking into anyway, he figured.
"That boys, no offense, Tristan, are weaklings."
The boy with the brown hair just shrugged.
"You know, your dad has completely different-" Milo started.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!" screamed an all too familiar voice to Solo. He turned at the same time the teens in front of him did. From about a half mile down the road a green-garbed girl tore around a corner. She nearly fell as she skidded to the turn and ran towards them. This, Solo knew, was Nightingale after she again made some stupid mistake. He watched in amusement as Mrs. Tskishiro, an old woman who owned an herbal remedy shop around the corner, came tearing after Nightingale with a broom. Nothing new, but entertaining all the same. Everyone ignored this except for Solo, tourists, and those three teenagers.
Mrs. T was screaming in Little-Toyko-ese, which was a mixture of different languages from neighboring 'Little' places, and Nightingale was screaming for someone to stop the mad woman and wailing at the top of her lungs.
All this, of course, was pretty much ignored.
"Don't tell me," came the girl's voice, "That that is the girl who saved your arse?"
"Okay. I won't." said Milo.
The girl and the other boy started to laugh.
"Look! I TOLD you she was completely mental!" Milo cried in frustration. Solo giggled. People were interesting sometimes.
By now Nightingale had passed them and a man came running from the convenience store nearby. "Robbery!" screamed a voice.
As if some invisible switch was flipped, Nightingale stopped screaming and picked up speed. Solo loved watching her gears work. She was so strange. It was interesting to watch. Nightingale jumped over the man that had stolen something, turned around, and karate kicked him in the stomach. He flew back a good few feet and Nightingale watched as the man didn't get up for a few minutes.
Solo grinned wide when Mrs. T smacked Nightingale with her broom after the man finally got up, dropped what he stole, and ran like a bat out of Hell. Nightingale sat on the ground and started wailing again. Mrs. T walked away telling her it was for her own good.
"Man, I feel really lame right now." Milo muttered from ahead of Solo.
"Oy! G! You'll be late!" Solo yelled as he started off again.
Nightingale stared at him a second, puzzled. Processing what he had said. She glanced at her watch. Then shrieked. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMIIIIIIIIT!!" she cried and took off again.
Solo smirked. "What an interesting girl." he mused as he headed to the Cauldron again.
Those three kids showed up at the bar, Solo noticed as he helped his boyfriend set up the stage. Ripper, named that because of all the rips he made in his attire, assisted in loading a new amp onto the stage since the last on broke down the other night. "G get here on time?" he asked.
"Of course not." Ripper replied with a laugh.
"Oh, let's just make fun of the bird!" Nightingale muttered from where she sat at the back of the stage by Jamie, a large black guy around twenty, and discussed the list that evening.
"Tweet, tweet." Replied Solo sweetly.
Nightingale snorted. "Go make out with Ripper, already, will you?" she asked.
"Not until after the show, love." Solo added to Ripper, who pretended to pout.
"I hate you." Nightingale hissed at Solo deathly quiet.
"I know!" Solo smirked and jumped down to sit in one of the front seats.
It wasn't too far from those kids. Again, the girl and the kid called Milo were arguing and the kid called Tristan was bent over a piece of paper. Solo craned his neck and saw him drawing an amazingly accurate picture of Nightingale. The kid pulled another piece of paper from his back pocket, smoothed out the picture of a little girl, and smirked. "Perfect match." He said.
"Huh?" the clueless Milo asked.
"I just figured out why I'm infatuated with drawing this little girl." Tristan said, tapping the color pencil sketch with his mechanical pencil.
"Why?"
"Because she's her." And he pointed to Nightingale, who was tuning her guitar and paying no attention to anyone around her.
"Mind you, she's completely unstable." Milo replied matter-of-factly.
"But cute."
"But still completely nuts."
Solo blocked out the argument as the room got dark suddenly. It was silent and pitch black a moment, and then snapping noises came from the stage. Then snapping and stomping. Ahhh. Solo sat back. He liked this song.
"Mr. Luva. Mr. Luva. Mr. Luva." with these three phrases the lights on the stage came on and Jamie was performing. Standing back at the board while G; Jade, a tiny little Chinese girl; Big Mamma a relatively normal- sized Haitian woman of twenty-one; and Squeaks, a white girl who didn't squeak at all, stood in front and danced while chanting background melody.
After that came some Billy Idol and Papa Roach and even Prince (ala Ripper! Yay!) and then what made Nightingale so famous: Michael Jackson's Scream with her as Mike and Jade as Janet. The show went on and on and Solo went through two pints of Ben and Jerry's.
The hairs on the back of his head started to tingle. He turned around, but there was no one there watching him. Wary, he turned back around just as Nightingale jumped onto his table in the middle of going about how she doesn't give a damn about her bad reputation and crouched over him. She smiled evilly, obviously wanting to do something mean, but moved on towards the back of the room. She always did this during shows. It was only really interesting when she flipped and made stupid acts that could get her neck broken.
The show was the same as usual, and everybody loved it, and when it ended Solo stood and disappeared into the kitchens to help clean up. Ripper came in and helped a few minutes in, and when the door opened Solo spotted Nightingale talking to those three teenagers he had seen most of his day. She looked rather serious and out of character. not that her character was ever stable or predictable.
"Interested?" Ripper's voice cut in. Solo jumped.
"No. No, of course not." Solo muttered, going slightly red as the last worker left him and Ripper alone in the kitchens. "That kid, though, looks familiar." He jerked his thumb at the middle kid.
Ripper walked over to the door and watched. "G's gone stiff? But that kid looks cute. You know the one that looks 'familiar'" Ripper made quotations with his fingers as he walked back over to Solo and grinned.
"Oh, funny." Solo replied dryly. He took Ripper's hand, checked for spies, and ducked out the back door.
Over in the bar, it was empty save Nightingale, Milo, JieLan, and Tristan. She came to the table and sat in a chair backwards.
"So my father's finally sent the cavalry? I'm on a mission here. J said there may be Seraphim in the city." She said, scanning the small crowd. Her eyes met Tristan's and she stared. He smiled. She smiled back. "So you're the kid my dad was talking about." He nodded. Nightingale scanned the room. Someone was coming in. But.
"What?" JieLan asked.
"Shimatta." Was the reply. "Uhm, kitchens are empty- now." Aubrie was on her feet and pulling the nearest person towards the swinging doors, who happened to be Tristan. "My mission's just solved itself."
Shutting them in, Aubrie waited with her fingers to her lips and glared at anyone who made any noise: which was Milo, who had tripped over his own two feet. She took a step back so she was clearly visible through the small round window on the door just as a soldier walked through. She kicked up, and he went flying. "WOO! Jackie Chan, The Bird be your successor!"
"Not even, Yuy!" JieLan challenged.
The two girls glared at one another.
"Can we do the Xena War later?" Milo whined as ten soldiers came running into the room.
He had spoken a little too soon, since the nearest soldier decked him and Milo suddenly found himself on his back in the alley because he went through the back door. Milo groaned.
Solo stepped away from Ripper when something came flying out of the club's kitchen and landing on its back. He stared. Ripper shrugged at him. It was that boy the Chinese girl called Milo. The boy groaned and rolled onto his back.
"You okay?" Solo asked curiously.
Milo met his eyes and for the first time Solo got a really good look at this kid. Milo's face was just like his. Milo screamed and Solo took a few steps back in confusion.
"I was wondering why Milo looked so familiar when I first saw him." Aubrie was standing at the doorway, her hand on the frame, smiling at them. "Solo, meet Milo. Milo, Solo." Aubrie smirked again then looked down the alleyway. "UhhhhhhAHHHHhhhhhh, inside, inside!" she said and pulled Ripper into the kitchen by his shirt collar.
Solo followed her gaze and saw men in strange uniforms heading their way. Ohhhhkay. Probably better to do as the Crazy Girl said. Solo pulled Milo to his feet and ran past Nightingale, and stood by the Chinese girl whose shirt was ripped and she was holding a frying pan. There were more uniformed men scattered, unconscious, about the kitchen. "Do I want to know?" Solo asked curiously.
Nightingale was leaning against the doorframe fishing something from her coat. A pistol. And then a cell phone. She stared at the phone, pushing a button. After a few seconds she put it to her ear. "The cavalry requires cavalry. Thanks for your trust in my returning, by the way." She glanced around the door and motioned the group to back up and took a few steps back herself. She sighed. "Yell at Jie." She replied to the phone and tossed it at the Chinese girl. "Stay in here." She ordered Solo and the rest of the mildly confused group. The Chinese girl, Jie, had taken to explaining what was going on to whoever was on the other side of the phone.
Nightingale ran out the door, shutting it behind her.
Solo turned to the group. "So.what's going on?" he asked.
The Chinese girl was listening to the phone. "You mean there's TWO of them!?!" she demanded angrily. She snorted and hung up as gunfire filled the outside. "Miles, meet your brother, Solo. Solo, you know you're adopted, right?" Solo nodded, still not getting the brother part. "Okay, you're really Solo Maxwell. And this is your." she shuddered. "Twin.. Miles."
Twin? Well, they were on the same plane, Solo reasoned, since he and Miles seemed to possess the same look of utter confusion.
"You know, I see it." Ripper smirked. "So what's the big deal?"
"You have to come to Sanc with us, Solo, you're the son of Duo Maxwell, the Gundam pilot, and you are needed to stop a war- it's why Yuy's out there now." Jie nodded her head to the alley, where the gunfire suddenly got entirely too fierce and then died.
Solo stared as the door opened, Jie beside him tensed, but Nightingale, holding a bleeding arm, came in smiling. Two Preventers followed her in. "Nifty, huh?" Nightingale asked. She took her hand off her arm and stared at the blood running down it.
Tristan gagged and turned away. "I hate blood." he muttered quietly.
Nightingale frowned. "It's just a flesh wound.Ow," she groaned, taking a dish towel from a cabinet and wrapping it tightly around her upper arm.
"Your friend J called your father and informed him that this guy here is Solo Maxwell." Jie informed Nightingale, going over to one of the unconscious men and kicking him lightly. "So what do we do with these guys?"
"We'll make sure they're on the first flight to the base," replied the female Preventer.
"Mm." Nightingale winced as she started bending her arm. "I hate J. But my mission's over so I s'pose we all're getting the first flight to Sanc, huh?" She walked over to Tristan. "Are you okay?"
Tristan, who looked rather pale, nodded without looking at her. "I.I just had a really bad experience involving." he swallowed hard, "Involving blood.. I'll be fine, really." Although the lack of color in his face didn't exactly help the idea, Nightingale nodded slowly and turned back to the rest of the group. "Okay, then, these two Preventers're getting us a shuttle straight to Sanc, and I. I am going to kill J should I ever see him." She walked back out into the alleyway, only pausing to tell Ripper to inform Jack she said 'later', and disappeared. JieLan and Tristan followed after the two Preventers lacking names for the moment. Solo stood where he was. Milo had gone to the door, but stood waiting.
"Go on, Soul." Ripper muttered in his ear. He smiled. "Just don' t ruin that body of yours, kay?"
"Are you sure-"
"You deserve a chance to know your family. Go on." Ripper walked into the club and towards the connection from the club to the apartment Jack and Nightingale resided in.
"Coming?" Milo asked. He glanced down the alley. "They're waiting."
"Yeah." Solo muttered, following his new-found brother from the room.
"I met Mom and Dad. Dad's kinda strange. And Mom about killed me when she hugged me. But it's. I dunno. really cool to actually know who you belong to." Milo said in a museful tone. He glanced at Solo.
"Everything I've known. Phht! Out the window.. Well, maybe something down the line will explain G up there." Solo smirked.
Solo came to find that Milo was right. Duo Maxwell, his new-found father, acted like child and way beyond happy, while his mother grabbed both him and Milo at the same time so their heads smashed together.