Disclaimer: I do not own...uh...oh yeah, I don't own Outlaw Star
Ok, first let me start by saying I really like Harry. I mean, REALLY like him. So, I was thinking, you know, there's gotta be some way to make stupid Melfina pay for breaking his heart (literally). And ta-daa, I come up with this. Rest assured, I will not abandon this story!!! I will finish!! *breathes heavily* Anywho, I'm always open to ideas!! Enjoy!
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Violet eyes peer into another world, see a smiling face. "Brother..." But he's gone now, no longer in existence. As a pale hand swipes aqua hair from a young, fine-featured face, the mind of a sharp, troubled, young man peers back into the past even as it works at untangling a complex system. It's here. It's all here... Oh, Angelo, if only I could've saved you, he thinks. You were my brother's son... And he pushes deeper into the computer system, until he feels like he's up to his elbows in it, pulling up the files that he desires.
Angelo is moving, running, his heart beat is accelerated. The young space pirate is panicked, and his uncle wishes for nothing more than to reach him and somehow save the boy, but he has already been detected and should leave. Regretfully, he withdraws and flees.
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The shards of glass explode against his shoulder as it forces them outward, the rest of his body hurling out the third-story window. He free falls, feeling the cold night air against his face and the wind stinging his golden eyes, bringing tears to the forever dry orbs. There is water below, he sees at a fleeting glimpse, and it is swirling, frothing, tumbling, and most likely merciless. This becomes even more apparent when he collides with the river, gasping at its tendency to be rock hard at first and then envelop him in a rush of icy movement.
Thrown first to the side, against a sharply angled rock, he gasps beneath the surface, chokes on the water, and is banged against yet another granite wall, this time to the right. Swept along in the current for much too long before resurfacing, he gulps down deep, greedy mouthfuls of air and weakly treads to the rocky shore. The ride has not been easy on his worn body, and the skin has broken in too many places to count, it seems, leaving him a limp, bloodied mess. Helpless. However, there is a tent nearby, he notices, right before collapsing and finding that he could not even walk to save his life, which is the sort of situation he has been placed in. He drags himself pitifully along instead, crawling on his hands and knees, vision swimming and voice hoarsely calling out, "Is...anybody...out there...?" There is no reply and desperation swells in his pounding heart. "Please...I need..." Fingers tremble, lifting from the grainy sand to reach out for some sort contact. Will any come? "Help..."
He sees a blonde man exiting through the tent flap followed by a girl his age, her hair a flaming red. Through his blurry sight, he cannot tell much more than their height, body shape, and hair color, and can't even begin to define their faces or expressions. Squinting, he listens intently as the man says something, approaching him in a heavy, shocked run. He then passes out.
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"Can you pass the rice, Melly?"
"Oh. Sure." The dark-haired, faintly Italian woman grins brightly at her husband's brother, picking up the large bowl of fried rice and handing it over to him with little delay. Her brown eyes are alight with life, raven curls spiraling down far past her shoulder. A white dress lays just so over her slender frame, breezy and accented with dark purple flowers. As his fingers lay over hers to accept the food, he feels the pressure of her wedding ring and smiles sadly, thinking back to the woman who never returned his feelings. At least his brother is happy.
"Why, Angelo, what's wrong?" Melly is looking to her son now, shock on her narrow features, full, pouty lips set in a frown. "You're crying..."
The eighteen year old raises a hand to brush droplets of salty crystals from his tan cheeks, gazing round at his family in wonderment. "It just seems like..."
"Like what?" His father, dark, tightly curled hair cut short and clean, long, lean face serious yet jesting, sits beside his mother, deftly filling up his plate. Briefly, his glowing hazel eyes meet his son's, concerned and caring.
"Like we haven't been together like this for so long," he finishes falteringly, gazing slowly around the table.
His father beams, first at him, then his mother, and finally, his uncle. "Family dinners are nice," he amends.
"Yeah..." Angelo frowns and turns his attention to the empty chair next to him, listening to the sounds of forks and plates clinking, voices whispering, food thoughtfully being chewed, growing fainter and fainter by the moment. The scenery, homey and warm, fades away into darkness, and when he looks to where the table and family had been before, they are gone, melted into the past. He's alone again, but it's not very surprising.
After all, it was just a dream.
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When he comes to, he is lying in a tangle of sheets, blood hot and heavy flowing freely from his left leg. His eyes glance over to see that his clothes are hung up to dry on the walls, that he is still wearing a pair of boxer shorts, which accounts for being somewhat clothed. That's good.
"Hey, Jim, he's awake now..." The voice is apprehensive, filled with fear. This woman fears him? That's good. That's normal. People feared his father, and they will fear him too, for he is following as closely in that man's footsteps as he possibly can. It doesn't matter what his mother wants, nor what his uncle says, all that he wants is to drive forward into the future as the man who sired him cannot.
The blonde man is leaning over him now, peering down at him with avid curiosity. He seems to be in his late thirties, face round and somehow still boyish despite his age and the thin stubble that gave for an overworked quality to his appearance. Blue eyes deep as the ocean blink compassionately. "Hey, are you ok?"
"Do I LOOK ok?!"
The man is taken back by the deep growl that springs from the boy in his late teens. "Uh...I guess not. My name is Jim Hawking. This is Mikazuki." He gestures to the girl kneeling beside him, her petite frame and pretty face, framed by long, layered, deep auburn hair, veiling the hidden strength he can sense behind those baby blue eyes. "We found you collapsed on the river bank. Your leg is banged up pretty bad, but not broken, and you should be able to be up and around tomorrow. Well, you'll have a limp, but you'll be about to walk. So, what's your name?"
Angelo cocks an eyebrow, frowning dryly. This man is obviously very factual. "Angelo."
"Nice to meet you. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly happened to you?"
"I'm not quite sure." Angelo is tough, but he's NOT stupid. At this point, his injury makes it impossible for him to do anything in means of protecting himself, so it would be better to feign being helpless and innocent at this point. "I can barely remember...it's such a blur. Someone attacked me..." He shifts uncomfortably in the blankets, smiling the sappiest sort of smile he can conjure. "Thank you for...for helping me." He cringes. Did that ever sound stupid.
"You're welcome," Jim murmurs, shocked at such kindness after the rude awakening. "Do you remember anything about what happened? Who attacked you? Why?"
Instead of replying, Angelo rolls over onto his side and mutters a lame excuse about being tired. "I'd like to be alone now," he informs the pair in a sickeningly sweet voice, fully expecting for his wishes to be fulfilled. As usual, they are. Jim and Mikazuki can be heard rising and rustling the blankets as they leave.
And once again, Angelo is alone.
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"Ge~ne! We're ho~me! Come on, you lazy bum, get off your butt for once!"
Angelo has observed this man named 'Jim' to be a fairly stressed, compulsive individual, but on the ride home and upon entering the warehouse Jim claims to live in, he sees that from the way he talks about this 'Gene', and calls out his name, most of the tension must radiate from him. Whoever 'Gene' is, Angelo ponders, I'm not quite sure I wanna meet him.
Jim throws the bag he has been carrying upon a couch in the middle of the large floor, lifting his gaze to the second floor, which is really more of a loft. Again, he helplessly bawls out his partner's name, while Mikazuki, who has informed Angelo softly that she is Gene's daughter, follows his example and drops her things. Despite the outside appearance of the building, it's more of a home than just a place to store things. There is furniture, pictures, rugs...
"So, Jim, how was the camping trip?"
Hmm...that must be Gene. He's (from what Angelo can see) a lanky, broad- shouldered, swaggering, freeloader who grins a leering sort of smile at the younger man while leaning tan, badly scarred arms upon the railing. About in his late thirties, or his early forties, his hair is a candy apple red, not the flame-colored that Mikazuki's is, but close. Same blue eyes though.
"It was relaxing, ok? Now, PLEASE tell me that you delivered that shipment of ammo you were supposed to."
"Don't worry 'bout it, Jim. You're always worrying." He turns to start down the stairs at a lazy pace, reminding Angelo of something like a cat. Perhaps even a tiger - he looks enough like one with that deep tan and all those scars striping over his body. And then he tilts back his head to yawn, giving the small group assembled a clear shot of his white teeth, letting them see as far back as his molars. Hmph. Lazy bum.
"GENE!" Jim balls his hands into fists and sets them on his hips, scowling murderously. "We NEED that money! I knew I shouldn't have gone away!"
Gene is provoked to frown now, left eyebrow twitching to warn of his quick temper. "Hey, Melfina," he yells over his shoulder, "did I deliver all the shipments Jim left for me?"
"Umm...yes, I think so!" replies a woman's cheerful voice from within the recesses of the building. A few seconds later, she appears, looking no older than eighteen, smiling and calling that she'll be right down.
All this time, Angelo stands to the side, growing very agitated that everyone has yet to notice and introduce him. In annoyance, he pulls his shoulder-length hair from the ponytail he had had it in and shakes out his hair, growling at its tendency to frizz. Then, smoothing his hands over the jet-black strands, he gathers them up again and twists the band around them, setting back to his original low ponytail. Sharply, narrow, hazel eyes glint, promising that if someone does not take notice of his presence soon, there will be an unfortunate event to make them.
"Mikazuki! I'm glad you're home!" Melfina warmly embraces Mikazuki, her long, silky, black hair mixing and spilling with the fiery red of the other girl's. Brown eyes glitter. "How was your trip? Oh...I wish I could've gone."
"It was good, mom. I missed you too."
The sound of shattering glass breaks the serenity of the moment and all eyes turn towards Angelo, who has bowed his head to stare at a broken porcelain vase at his feet in no surprise. Openly, he stares at it, moves a larger piece with his toe, and then, seeing everyone's attention is caught, he looks up and blankly returns their gazes.
"That," says Gene in intense aggravation, "was expensive."
"Dad, meet Angelo," Mikazuki intervenes, sensing her father's oncoming wrath. From what Angelo can tell, Mikazuki is strong-willed, but also very peaceful. "We found him, injured, on the riverbank ."
"...and you brought him home?"
"Yes." She looks earnestly into Gene's eyes. "Can he stay? I mean, at least until he gets better?"
"Why?"
She shrugs emotionlessly.
Angelo clears his throat to grasp at everyone's concentration. "If you let me use the phone, I can be out of your hair in no time. Eh...sorry for all the trouble."
This sounds like a good idea to Gene. After all, Angelo looks to be a handsome, young man, just a little younger than his daughter, and he seems stony and silent and strong - just the type Mikazuki adores. Besides, with that tightly curled, gleaming, black hair, blazing golden-amber eyes, and long, tanned face, he reminds Gene of someone.
An escaped wisp of curving, raven hair tickles against the sharp cut of Angelo's high cheekbone, and he flicks it aside with the back of his hand. These people must be slow or something. It takes them eons to make a decision.
"The phone is just down the hall," Melfina finally informs him, pointing the way. There is an anxiousness that her expression betrays. Ah, she's worried about her daughter. Well, Mikazuki is rather attractive, but Angelo won't be around long enough to try anything. His superiors will swing by for him soon enough.
Well, maybe not. His call is not a success. No one even answers. He pretends to put through another call and listens halfheartedly to the empty bickering about him of the Starwind family. He assumes their name is Starwind because it is painted on the mailbox outside.
What now? Angelo sighs at the sound of someone rapidly pounding on the door, almost desperate. Mikazuki bounds over and throws it open, not exactly with excitement, but she doesn't drag her feet either.
A wiry man stands before the young girl, his teal, wavy hair cut shoulder- length and tied back at the nape of his neck with a black scarf. His violet eyes widen every so slightly at the sight of the young woman, and although he looks to be no more than twenty or so, there is a sort of wisdom in them that comes only with age. "H-hello..."
Mikazuki faintly murmurs the reply and lets her eyes roam the delicate features of his face, seeing how harmonious they are, how delicate and handsome. She continues to stare with unabashed admiration until her father barks out an angry, "YOU?!" That causes her to jolt and whirl around in surprise.
"I - I just came for Angelo. I tracked him here." He ducks his head shyly. "He is here...right?"
"He's here." Gene cocks his head slowly to the side, casually holding his gun (when and where he had whipped it out from, one could not be sure) at arm's length. "What do you want with him? You the one who beat him up? Are you into kidnapping now? Oh, wait, that runs in your family."
The young man flinches visibly. "I am not even going to get into it with you, Gene Starwind. It's been too long, and I've been too - "
He stops, as does everything else when Angelo's presence is sensed, the tall, broad-shouldered man walking softly into the room, narrow eyes enlarged. Confused, he searches for words, staring intently at the man in the doorway. Just about everyone's heart stopped beating at the words he uttered next. "Uncle Harry?"
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Ok, I know, lots of people complain about this. Melfina is an android - she can't have kids. Mikazuki is not their daughter by birth. Happy now? Well, where she came from, you'll just have to wait and see. So...what'd you think? Review and tell me!
Ok, first let me start by saying I really like Harry. I mean, REALLY like him. So, I was thinking, you know, there's gotta be some way to make stupid Melfina pay for breaking his heart (literally). And ta-daa, I come up with this. Rest assured, I will not abandon this story!!! I will finish!! *breathes heavily* Anywho, I'm always open to ideas!! Enjoy!
~~~~~
Violet eyes peer into another world, see a smiling face. "Brother..." But he's gone now, no longer in existence. As a pale hand swipes aqua hair from a young, fine-featured face, the mind of a sharp, troubled, young man peers back into the past even as it works at untangling a complex system. It's here. It's all here... Oh, Angelo, if only I could've saved you, he thinks. You were my brother's son... And he pushes deeper into the computer system, until he feels like he's up to his elbows in it, pulling up the files that he desires.
Angelo is moving, running, his heart beat is accelerated. The young space pirate is panicked, and his uncle wishes for nothing more than to reach him and somehow save the boy, but he has already been detected and should leave. Regretfully, he withdraws and flees.
~~~~~
The shards of glass explode against his shoulder as it forces them outward, the rest of his body hurling out the third-story window. He free falls, feeling the cold night air against his face and the wind stinging his golden eyes, bringing tears to the forever dry orbs. There is water below, he sees at a fleeting glimpse, and it is swirling, frothing, tumbling, and most likely merciless. This becomes even more apparent when he collides with the river, gasping at its tendency to be rock hard at first and then envelop him in a rush of icy movement.
Thrown first to the side, against a sharply angled rock, he gasps beneath the surface, chokes on the water, and is banged against yet another granite wall, this time to the right. Swept along in the current for much too long before resurfacing, he gulps down deep, greedy mouthfuls of air and weakly treads to the rocky shore. The ride has not been easy on his worn body, and the skin has broken in too many places to count, it seems, leaving him a limp, bloodied mess. Helpless. However, there is a tent nearby, he notices, right before collapsing and finding that he could not even walk to save his life, which is the sort of situation he has been placed in. He drags himself pitifully along instead, crawling on his hands and knees, vision swimming and voice hoarsely calling out, "Is...anybody...out there...?" There is no reply and desperation swells in his pounding heart. "Please...I need..." Fingers tremble, lifting from the grainy sand to reach out for some sort contact. Will any come? "Help..."
He sees a blonde man exiting through the tent flap followed by a girl his age, her hair a flaming red. Through his blurry sight, he cannot tell much more than their height, body shape, and hair color, and can't even begin to define their faces or expressions. Squinting, he listens intently as the man says something, approaching him in a heavy, shocked run. He then passes out.
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"Can you pass the rice, Melly?"
"Oh. Sure." The dark-haired, faintly Italian woman grins brightly at her husband's brother, picking up the large bowl of fried rice and handing it over to him with little delay. Her brown eyes are alight with life, raven curls spiraling down far past her shoulder. A white dress lays just so over her slender frame, breezy and accented with dark purple flowers. As his fingers lay over hers to accept the food, he feels the pressure of her wedding ring and smiles sadly, thinking back to the woman who never returned his feelings. At least his brother is happy.
"Why, Angelo, what's wrong?" Melly is looking to her son now, shock on her narrow features, full, pouty lips set in a frown. "You're crying..."
The eighteen year old raises a hand to brush droplets of salty crystals from his tan cheeks, gazing round at his family in wonderment. "It just seems like..."
"Like what?" His father, dark, tightly curled hair cut short and clean, long, lean face serious yet jesting, sits beside his mother, deftly filling up his plate. Briefly, his glowing hazel eyes meet his son's, concerned and caring.
"Like we haven't been together like this for so long," he finishes falteringly, gazing slowly around the table.
His father beams, first at him, then his mother, and finally, his uncle. "Family dinners are nice," he amends.
"Yeah..." Angelo frowns and turns his attention to the empty chair next to him, listening to the sounds of forks and plates clinking, voices whispering, food thoughtfully being chewed, growing fainter and fainter by the moment. The scenery, homey and warm, fades away into darkness, and when he looks to where the table and family had been before, they are gone, melted into the past. He's alone again, but it's not very surprising.
After all, it was just a dream.
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When he comes to, he is lying in a tangle of sheets, blood hot and heavy flowing freely from his left leg. His eyes glance over to see that his clothes are hung up to dry on the walls, that he is still wearing a pair of boxer shorts, which accounts for being somewhat clothed. That's good.
"Hey, Jim, he's awake now..." The voice is apprehensive, filled with fear. This woman fears him? That's good. That's normal. People feared his father, and they will fear him too, for he is following as closely in that man's footsteps as he possibly can. It doesn't matter what his mother wants, nor what his uncle says, all that he wants is to drive forward into the future as the man who sired him cannot.
The blonde man is leaning over him now, peering down at him with avid curiosity. He seems to be in his late thirties, face round and somehow still boyish despite his age and the thin stubble that gave for an overworked quality to his appearance. Blue eyes deep as the ocean blink compassionately. "Hey, are you ok?"
"Do I LOOK ok?!"
The man is taken back by the deep growl that springs from the boy in his late teens. "Uh...I guess not. My name is Jim Hawking. This is Mikazuki." He gestures to the girl kneeling beside him, her petite frame and pretty face, framed by long, layered, deep auburn hair, veiling the hidden strength he can sense behind those baby blue eyes. "We found you collapsed on the river bank. Your leg is banged up pretty bad, but not broken, and you should be able to be up and around tomorrow. Well, you'll have a limp, but you'll be about to walk. So, what's your name?"
Angelo cocks an eyebrow, frowning dryly. This man is obviously very factual. "Angelo."
"Nice to meet you. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly happened to you?"
"I'm not quite sure." Angelo is tough, but he's NOT stupid. At this point, his injury makes it impossible for him to do anything in means of protecting himself, so it would be better to feign being helpless and innocent at this point. "I can barely remember...it's such a blur. Someone attacked me..." He shifts uncomfortably in the blankets, smiling the sappiest sort of smile he can conjure. "Thank you for...for helping me." He cringes. Did that ever sound stupid.
"You're welcome," Jim murmurs, shocked at such kindness after the rude awakening. "Do you remember anything about what happened? Who attacked you? Why?"
Instead of replying, Angelo rolls over onto his side and mutters a lame excuse about being tired. "I'd like to be alone now," he informs the pair in a sickeningly sweet voice, fully expecting for his wishes to be fulfilled. As usual, they are. Jim and Mikazuki can be heard rising and rustling the blankets as they leave.
And once again, Angelo is alone.
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"Ge~ne! We're ho~me! Come on, you lazy bum, get off your butt for once!"
Angelo has observed this man named 'Jim' to be a fairly stressed, compulsive individual, but on the ride home and upon entering the warehouse Jim claims to live in, he sees that from the way he talks about this 'Gene', and calls out his name, most of the tension must radiate from him. Whoever 'Gene' is, Angelo ponders, I'm not quite sure I wanna meet him.
Jim throws the bag he has been carrying upon a couch in the middle of the large floor, lifting his gaze to the second floor, which is really more of a loft. Again, he helplessly bawls out his partner's name, while Mikazuki, who has informed Angelo softly that she is Gene's daughter, follows his example and drops her things. Despite the outside appearance of the building, it's more of a home than just a place to store things. There is furniture, pictures, rugs...
"So, Jim, how was the camping trip?"
Hmm...that must be Gene. He's (from what Angelo can see) a lanky, broad- shouldered, swaggering, freeloader who grins a leering sort of smile at the younger man while leaning tan, badly scarred arms upon the railing. About in his late thirties, or his early forties, his hair is a candy apple red, not the flame-colored that Mikazuki's is, but close. Same blue eyes though.
"It was relaxing, ok? Now, PLEASE tell me that you delivered that shipment of ammo you were supposed to."
"Don't worry 'bout it, Jim. You're always worrying." He turns to start down the stairs at a lazy pace, reminding Angelo of something like a cat. Perhaps even a tiger - he looks enough like one with that deep tan and all those scars striping over his body. And then he tilts back his head to yawn, giving the small group assembled a clear shot of his white teeth, letting them see as far back as his molars. Hmph. Lazy bum.
"GENE!" Jim balls his hands into fists and sets them on his hips, scowling murderously. "We NEED that money! I knew I shouldn't have gone away!"
Gene is provoked to frown now, left eyebrow twitching to warn of his quick temper. "Hey, Melfina," he yells over his shoulder, "did I deliver all the shipments Jim left for me?"
"Umm...yes, I think so!" replies a woman's cheerful voice from within the recesses of the building. A few seconds later, she appears, looking no older than eighteen, smiling and calling that she'll be right down.
All this time, Angelo stands to the side, growing very agitated that everyone has yet to notice and introduce him. In annoyance, he pulls his shoulder-length hair from the ponytail he had had it in and shakes out his hair, growling at its tendency to frizz. Then, smoothing his hands over the jet-black strands, he gathers them up again and twists the band around them, setting back to his original low ponytail. Sharply, narrow, hazel eyes glint, promising that if someone does not take notice of his presence soon, there will be an unfortunate event to make them.
"Mikazuki! I'm glad you're home!" Melfina warmly embraces Mikazuki, her long, silky, black hair mixing and spilling with the fiery red of the other girl's. Brown eyes glitter. "How was your trip? Oh...I wish I could've gone."
"It was good, mom. I missed you too."
The sound of shattering glass breaks the serenity of the moment and all eyes turn towards Angelo, who has bowed his head to stare at a broken porcelain vase at his feet in no surprise. Openly, he stares at it, moves a larger piece with his toe, and then, seeing everyone's attention is caught, he looks up and blankly returns their gazes.
"That," says Gene in intense aggravation, "was expensive."
"Dad, meet Angelo," Mikazuki intervenes, sensing her father's oncoming wrath. From what Angelo can tell, Mikazuki is strong-willed, but also very peaceful. "We found him, injured, on the riverbank ."
"...and you brought him home?"
"Yes." She looks earnestly into Gene's eyes. "Can he stay? I mean, at least until he gets better?"
"Why?"
She shrugs emotionlessly.
Angelo clears his throat to grasp at everyone's concentration. "If you let me use the phone, I can be out of your hair in no time. Eh...sorry for all the trouble."
This sounds like a good idea to Gene. After all, Angelo looks to be a handsome, young man, just a little younger than his daughter, and he seems stony and silent and strong - just the type Mikazuki adores. Besides, with that tightly curled, gleaming, black hair, blazing golden-amber eyes, and long, tanned face, he reminds Gene of someone.
An escaped wisp of curving, raven hair tickles against the sharp cut of Angelo's high cheekbone, and he flicks it aside with the back of his hand. These people must be slow or something. It takes them eons to make a decision.
"The phone is just down the hall," Melfina finally informs him, pointing the way. There is an anxiousness that her expression betrays. Ah, she's worried about her daughter. Well, Mikazuki is rather attractive, but Angelo won't be around long enough to try anything. His superiors will swing by for him soon enough.
Well, maybe not. His call is not a success. No one even answers. He pretends to put through another call and listens halfheartedly to the empty bickering about him of the Starwind family. He assumes their name is Starwind because it is painted on the mailbox outside.
What now? Angelo sighs at the sound of someone rapidly pounding on the door, almost desperate. Mikazuki bounds over and throws it open, not exactly with excitement, but she doesn't drag her feet either.
A wiry man stands before the young girl, his teal, wavy hair cut shoulder- length and tied back at the nape of his neck with a black scarf. His violet eyes widen every so slightly at the sight of the young woman, and although he looks to be no more than twenty or so, there is a sort of wisdom in them that comes only with age. "H-hello..."
Mikazuki faintly murmurs the reply and lets her eyes roam the delicate features of his face, seeing how harmonious they are, how delicate and handsome. She continues to stare with unabashed admiration until her father barks out an angry, "YOU?!" That causes her to jolt and whirl around in surprise.
"I - I just came for Angelo. I tracked him here." He ducks his head shyly. "He is here...right?"
"He's here." Gene cocks his head slowly to the side, casually holding his gun (when and where he had whipped it out from, one could not be sure) at arm's length. "What do you want with him? You the one who beat him up? Are you into kidnapping now? Oh, wait, that runs in your family."
The young man flinches visibly. "I am not even going to get into it with you, Gene Starwind. It's been too long, and I've been too - "
He stops, as does everything else when Angelo's presence is sensed, the tall, broad-shouldered man walking softly into the room, narrow eyes enlarged. Confused, he searches for words, staring intently at the man in the doorway. Just about everyone's heart stopped beating at the words he uttered next. "Uncle Harry?"
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Ok, I know, lots of people complain about this. Melfina is an android - she can't have kids. Mikazuki is not their daughter by birth. Happy now? Well, where she came from, you'll just have to wait and see. So...what'd you think? Review and tell me!
