Megaman Battle Network - New Generation
Book 3 - Lost Child
By Zelloss
Author's Note: *Grins* Figure out who Zann is yet? It's not that big of a surprise, really...
WARNING: *~*~*Pending*~*~*
Chapter 2 - Commotion and Rumors
"Who is he?"
"Who is who?"
"The one with Zel's symbol"
"The devil's symbol?"
"None other"
"Think he might actually be Zel?"
"Looks too young, if you ask me."
"Zel could disguise himself easily. Who knows?"
I missed the rest as I walked away from the crowd. Wherever I went, everybody talked about 'the symbol'. The small, twin, silver moons that hung on a chain down to my chest. Even Briar and Hawkz had begun to become weary of me.
"Mabye it's true, what everybody is saying..." Briar suggested, and shook. "Mabye you really are Zel. Not really, but, like, a reincarnation of him. He did dissapear a year ago. Mabye he died and you're him."
"What did make him so evil to everybody, anyway?" I asked. Hawkz was a bit surprised.
"You don't know? He's famous!" Hawkz began to explain. "Zelloss. Well, he was a netbattler. One of the best, too. When he joined the ONBA, everybody feared him more then they had before. He was, as it is said, some kind of special operative of the ONBA, taking jobs too dangerous for anybody else."
"Then why is he called a demon?" I asked. "Sounds like a good guy to me..."
"That's where you're wrong." Briar stopped me, and we turned into a small alleyway. I took a seat on a wooden box, Briar and Hawkz took seats next to me on the cement.
Briar continued where Hawkz had left off. "Zel is pure evil, it's said. His early years were supposed to have him constantly killing and robbing. If you looked up his permanent record, you'd see a checklist of crimes. In the ONBA, he was said to have taken the deepest, darkest jobs that were to remain secret. Why? Zel was perfect for it."
"Nobody knows how his wife stayed so carefree around him, or why they're even married. She's a complete opposite to Zel. The kid still living is much like her..."
"Still living?" I asked. "You mean there was one other or something?"
"Yeah" Briar whispered. "It's supposed to be kept hush, but it's said that Zel actually had two sons. The first one, he abandoned out of fear or something. Makes me wonder, what kind of kid would make Zel scared?"
Hawkz quickly continued. "The stories say that both Zel and his Navi, Dynast, were, in a way, possesed by a demon. A living virus that could take control of their bodies and minds. They even say that, at one point, Zel stopped fighting it and allowed it to get slight control, just enough to make him and Dynast stronger."
"Well, he lost control. Either that, or deliberatly let the virus have full control. It did something people thought was impossible, merging human intelligence and navi ability to create what's been called the devil itself. Supposidly, he nearly killed his few friends when he did so. He also left behind a ruin."
"He had destroyed an island once covered by ice, leaving nothing but ruin behind, and him and his wife, Mihillias, being the only survivors. A few years after that, for whatever reason, he dissapeared, leaving Mihillias with the living child, Hayato. Nobody knows where he went. If anybody knows, it's being kept totally secret."
I paused to consider this. "That's quite unusual..."
"That's only of the wierd bits about him..." Briar whispered. "I remember hearing somebody say that Zel could speak several languages. Sure, that's normal for anyone with a PET and a Translation program, but there was one he spoke without needing translation. A strange language that nobody else could understand but him and Dynast."
I shook my head. "Perhaps that was just some code or something..." I shrugged. Hawkz shook his head.
"I think it was a different language."
I held out the small moons in my palm. They were beautiful, but with them they carried a curse. Already, people were talking about me and avoiding me.
They left me alone. Something I had always wanted, time to think.
I hid the silver symbol underneath my vest.
Time seemed to pass slowly, before Briar stood up. "It's not going to do us any good, just standing here. We should go try to find Mihillias, if that's what you want. She might know you, and, if not, she'll know where Zel is."
I slowly stood up and looked around. "How the heck are we supposed to find Mihillias though? There's tons of cities in Electopia, and, as far as we know, we don't even know that she IS in Electopia. She might be, well, I dunno. Some other foreign country or something."
"I'll be back in a flash!" Briar took off down the street, before I had the chance to say anything. I sat down, and looked over to a pile of junk at the other side of the alley.
Something silver caught my eye, so I went over and inspected it. It appeared to be a knife of some sort. When I pulled it out, I was totally confused.
It wasn't a knife of any sort, but a long wooden staff. Down the middle were metal strips that circled the staff, probably for defense. At one end was a long knife-like blade and two smaller knives, coming off sideways from the base of the first.
"What is this?" I wondered silently, looking it up and down. "Some kind of Staff Blade..."
Hawkz broke from his boredom and looked it over. "That thing looks deadly... There's a strap here, probably for holding it..." Hawkz picked up a long leather strap with what seemed to be a sheath on it's back. I slipped it over my body, and slipped the staff in.
We waited for a while for Briar to return. I took the staff back out, and tried to get the feel for it. It was a very strange weapon, and I doubted my ability to use it, but it worked.
"Hey, you!" a hoarse voice shouted. "Drop the Black Staff, buddy!"
I turned to the end of the alley. There was a man standing there, probably about thirty or fourty or so. He had tanned skin and calloused hands and feet. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt that had been cut open in some places, and the same with his black jeans. Obviously, this man had been in fights before.
"You mean this?" I held up the staff for him to see. He nodded and walked up, then looked me over.
"Huh? I didn't realize it was you..." he smiled. "Zel!"
"I'm not Zel..." I looked up at the man. I couldn't quite see his eyes, but he was a foot or so taller then me. Something about him scared me.
"Well, then, drop it!" the man commanded. I backed up and brandished it like a weapon.
"Yeah, kiddo, drop the staff! It belongs to Master Morpheus!" spoke a navi's voice. I noticed the PET attached to his arm.
"Who are you?" I asked the man. Hawkz was backing up, but he was beside me.
"My name is Morpheus, that's all you need to know. The Dark Staff belongs to me, so drop it. Or..." I saw something flash, and I felt a sharp pain across my face. I felt a bit of blood drop over the bridge of my nose.
Looking to my right, I saw a black-handled knife imbedded in the wall. It had cut just slightly from my left cheek up over my nose to above my right eye. I felt warm blood flow down. He had somehow bounced it off the left wall with such precision as to leave me scratched.
Morpheus took another step towards me. "This is your last warning..."
"Exactly..." I heard a voice at the other end of the alley. Hawkz turned around beside me, and I chanced a glance over my shoulder.
"Andy, how nice of you to join me..." Morpheus smiled. The other man, who looked surprisingly like Morpheus, grinned evilly.
"Morpheus, Andy..." Hawkz whispered beside me, and I heard a gasp. "They used to command a crime group called Neo Gospel, alongside Zel..."
"Shouldof seen that coming..." I whispered back, then I turned back to Morpheus. "Why do you want this?"
"It's a dangerous piece of weaponry..." Morpheus breathed deep. "Too dangerous for a kid like you. It also happens to belong to me..."
"I'm not handing it over..." I cursed, though I'm not sure why I wouldn't hand it over. Something about it just felt right in my hand.
"Well, then..." Andy smirked, and I heard a rather sickening thunk, the sound of something chopping into fresh meat. Hawkz dropped beside me, a knife in his chest.
"Hawkz!" I shouted, leaning down over him. The moon symbol fell down from my vest.
"How did you get that?" Morpheus demanded, pointing to the symbol. "Zel had that once..."
I ignored Morpheus and Andy for the moment, and I kneeled down next to Hawkz. He was already dead. The knife had a crimson blade now, and Hawkz' clothes were stained the color of life.
"Murderer..." I cursed, looking up at Andy. I stood up. I would fight. "If you want me, come and get me."
"We're not going to touch you..." Morpheus looked across at Andy. "You have Zel's symbol. How did you get it?"
I paused for a moment. If I told him I found it, he'd attack. If I didn't, he might not believe me, and I'd be dead. I bit my lip. "I'm not sure..."
"Not sure?" Andy stepped towards me, closing in. "I'm very sure of that..." he added sarcastically. "How'd you get it?"
"I just found it..." I couldn't lie. I'd never find out who my parents were now.
"He's telling the truth..." I heard a man's voice, although it was slightly digital. It came from Andy. Probably his navi.
"Found it? Zel wouldn't leave it lying around..." Morpheus looked at me hard. "He must have given it to you..."
"But Zel's dead..." I whispered. "Gone. Poof."
"Oh no he's not." Morpheus smiled. "Comeon. I'll show you..." he walked up and grabbed me, then led me out behind Andy.
As I was dragged out, I realized that Briar hadn't come back. He'd return to that spot, and find Hawkz, dead.
He'd think I did it.
* * * * *
Morpheus knocked on the door of a small house. We had taken the metroline, an underground subway that connected all of Electopia, to a small town called ACDC. I wondered what we were doing here.
The door opened, and a young woman walked out. She was beautiful. She wore a long white dress, matching her white skin. She had long blonde hair and gorgeous golden eyes. She looked at the three of us.
"Wh... Morpheus?" she asked surprised, then she turned to Andy. "Hello, Andy... And this i..." she stopped in mid-sentence as she looked at me, then she gasped.
"Hello..." I whispered, slightly embaressed.
"Zann, meet Mihillias. Mihillias, meet Zann..." Morpheus began.
"That's not Zann..." Mihillias smiled at me. "I never thought I'd see you again..."
"Huh?" I looked up at Mihillias. Her eyes seemed sad. She grabbed me by the shoulders, embracing me.
"You don't remember your mother? Gairyio Grausherra, shame on you!" she picked up and smiled. "Welcome home..."
I realized it. I was the first child. The son of Zel, left behind for unknown reasons. Mihillias looked sadly at me.
"Zel is here..." she led me, Morpheus, and Andy inside. I saw a young man step down the stairs beside me. He wore jeans and a white shirt, and had long blonde hair and dark shades that covered his eyes.
"Zel, you can take off the disguise..." Mihillias smiled. "Gairyio has come back..."
The shades and the blonde hair wig came off, revealing purple hair and eyes just like my own. I smiled, but my father didn't seem too happy to see me.
"You were supposed to be gone..." Zel grunted.
"Dad..." I looked heavily up at him. He had wanted me gone?
"I can't let you be near me... It's too dangerous..." Zel looked at me, then replaced the shades and hair, walking upstairs. I heard a door slam.
"Please, stay for a while... Zel, or should I say, Juru, is taking care of your brother, Hayato, upstairs. Although, for some reason, I don't think Zel wants you to see him..." Mihillias led me inside. Andy and Morpheus, now strangely polite, left without a word.
"Mom... Why did you leave me behind?" I asked her, taking a seat on a chair.
Mihill sat down across from me. "It's because of the shadow your father has. There's a chance it will escape and put itself within you, and... I don't want to make you sound weak or anything, but you're not as strong hearted as your brother. You wouldn't be able to stop it..."
"What?" I asked again. "So you were more worried about me becoming a demon then me staying alive? Is that how it is?"
My mother looked away. "Yes..."
I stood up hastily, angry. "So you leave me outside to die. I see now. You'd rather I die then become a threat to your own life... I could control myself, no matter what! I'm not weak, I'm grown and strong!"
Mihillias shook her head. "I'm sorry, Gairyio..." she began.
"Gairyio isn't my name. It's Zann" I glared at her. This was my mother? One who cared more for herself then her son?
"Forgotten..." she whispered. "I know... I'm sorry..."
I heard the cries of a small boy upstairs. "Hayato. Perhaps you'll be better parents to him then you were to me." I swore a couple times after that, trying to let off my anger. I heard my father come downstairs, removing the glasses and wig again.
"Zann, don't you ever threaten your mother again..." Zel cursed. "If you lay one finger on her, I'm not going to give a damn that your my son, you'll fall like the rest!"
I glared at my father. "You're the same..." I sneered. "You care nothing for others, only for yourself." I dashed past my father and out of the door. I heard Mihillias shouting after me.
So this was what it was. My parents cared nothing for me. I wished them hell, yet something stopped me.
My father. So much like me...
I held the twin moons in my hands. A symbol of my heritage, I realized. I removed it and slipped it into my pocket.
"Hayato, good luck, brother..." I whispered, before taking off farther from the house.
* * * * *
I couldn't sleep that night. Everything, my whole world, my thoughts of my parents, had been shattered. There was nothing anymore. Nothing there. Not even a reason for me to live.
I took out the long staff and held it up to the moonlight. The three blades seemed to shimmer. I took a long look at it, then at my hands.
I caught my reflection in the blade. The place where Morpheus' dagger had cut me was a long scar now. I touched it and felt a sting.
"Damnitall..." I whispered. I wondered if it was time to end.
"Zann?" Andy walked carefully over to me. I hadn't noticed he was there. "Your father asked me to deliver this to you..."
"Why didn't he do it himself?" I growled.
"Your father is busy... your mother is dying of an uncurable cancer, Zann. Now, with Hayato growing up..." Andy reasoned.
I growled again. Andy stepped closer and left something beside me, then left me alone.
When he was long gone, I turned sideways and opened up the small package. A PET. I took it and inspected it. New style, the kind that attached to one's arm. I slipped it on.
It activated automatically. I heard a strange, slightly muffled voice. "Greetings, Gairyio, I am Enker" It explained. I looked at the screen. A small electric-looking navi appeared. He was like a normal, generic navi, except his body was a somewhat bright yellow. He also had lightning bolts up and down where his arms should be, connecting his fist to his body.
"Enker..." I whispered, before something changed. I felt a sting in the hand the PET was in.
"Huh?" I lifted the PET with the other hand. No wound or anything, and there was nothing in the back of the PET.
Then I noticed the black spot on my left arm. It seemed to sting, somehow.
"This is the real power of Grausherra, the darkness..." I heard a voice whisper in my head.
Then I lost control.
Author's Note: *Grins* Figure out who Zann is yet? It's not that big of a surprise, really...
WARNING: *~*~*Pending*~*~*
Chapter 2 - Commotion and Rumors
"Who is he?"
"Who is who?"
"The one with Zel's symbol"
"The devil's symbol?"
"None other"
"Think he might actually be Zel?"
"Looks too young, if you ask me."
"Zel could disguise himself easily. Who knows?"
I missed the rest as I walked away from the crowd. Wherever I went, everybody talked about 'the symbol'. The small, twin, silver moons that hung on a chain down to my chest. Even Briar and Hawkz had begun to become weary of me.
"Mabye it's true, what everybody is saying..." Briar suggested, and shook. "Mabye you really are Zel. Not really, but, like, a reincarnation of him. He did dissapear a year ago. Mabye he died and you're him."
"What did make him so evil to everybody, anyway?" I asked. Hawkz was a bit surprised.
"You don't know? He's famous!" Hawkz began to explain. "Zelloss. Well, he was a netbattler. One of the best, too. When he joined the ONBA, everybody feared him more then they had before. He was, as it is said, some kind of special operative of the ONBA, taking jobs too dangerous for anybody else."
"Then why is he called a demon?" I asked. "Sounds like a good guy to me..."
"That's where you're wrong." Briar stopped me, and we turned into a small alleyway. I took a seat on a wooden box, Briar and Hawkz took seats next to me on the cement.
Briar continued where Hawkz had left off. "Zel is pure evil, it's said. His early years were supposed to have him constantly killing and robbing. If you looked up his permanent record, you'd see a checklist of crimes. In the ONBA, he was said to have taken the deepest, darkest jobs that were to remain secret. Why? Zel was perfect for it."
"Nobody knows how his wife stayed so carefree around him, or why they're even married. She's a complete opposite to Zel. The kid still living is much like her..."
"Still living?" I asked. "You mean there was one other or something?"
"Yeah" Briar whispered. "It's supposed to be kept hush, but it's said that Zel actually had two sons. The first one, he abandoned out of fear or something. Makes me wonder, what kind of kid would make Zel scared?"
Hawkz quickly continued. "The stories say that both Zel and his Navi, Dynast, were, in a way, possesed by a demon. A living virus that could take control of their bodies and minds. They even say that, at one point, Zel stopped fighting it and allowed it to get slight control, just enough to make him and Dynast stronger."
"Well, he lost control. Either that, or deliberatly let the virus have full control. It did something people thought was impossible, merging human intelligence and navi ability to create what's been called the devil itself. Supposidly, he nearly killed his few friends when he did so. He also left behind a ruin."
"He had destroyed an island once covered by ice, leaving nothing but ruin behind, and him and his wife, Mihillias, being the only survivors. A few years after that, for whatever reason, he dissapeared, leaving Mihillias with the living child, Hayato. Nobody knows where he went. If anybody knows, it's being kept totally secret."
I paused to consider this. "That's quite unusual..."
"That's only of the wierd bits about him..." Briar whispered. "I remember hearing somebody say that Zel could speak several languages. Sure, that's normal for anyone with a PET and a Translation program, but there was one he spoke without needing translation. A strange language that nobody else could understand but him and Dynast."
I shook my head. "Perhaps that was just some code or something..." I shrugged. Hawkz shook his head.
"I think it was a different language."
I held out the small moons in my palm. They were beautiful, but with them they carried a curse. Already, people were talking about me and avoiding me.
They left me alone. Something I had always wanted, time to think.
I hid the silver symbol underneath my vest.
Time seemed to pass slowly, before Briar stood up. "It's not going to do us any good, just standing here. We should go try to find Mihillias, if that's what you want. She might know you, and, if not, she'll know where Zel is."
I slowly stood up and looked around. "How the heck are we supposed to find Mihillias though? There's tons of cities in Electopia, and, as far as we know, we don't even know that she IS in Electopia. She might be, well, I dunno. Some other foreign country or something."
"I'll be back in a flash!" Briar took off down the street, before I had the chance to say anything. I sat down, and looked over to a pile of junk at the other side of the alley.
Something silver caught my eye, so I went over and inspected it. It appeared to be a knife of some sort. When I pulled it out, I was totally confused.
It wasn't a knife of any sort, but a long wooden staff. Down the middle were metal strips that circled the staff, probably for defense. At one end was a long knife-like blade and two smaller knives, coming off sideways from the base of the first.
"What is this?" I wondered silently, looking it up and down. "Some kind of Staff Blade..."
Hawkz broke from his boredom and looked it over. "That thing looks deadly... There's a strap here, probably for holding it..." Hawkz picked up a long leather strap with what seemed to be a sheath on it's back. I slipped it over my body, and slipped the staff in.
We waited for a while for Briar to return. I took the staff back out, and tried to get the feel for it. It was a very strange weapon, and I doubted my ability to use it, but it worked.
"Hey, you!" a hoarse voice shouted. "Drop the Black Staff, buddy!"
I turned to the end of the alley. There was a man standing there, probably about thirty or fourty or so. He had tanned skin and calloused hands and feet. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt that had been cut open in some places, and the same with his black jeans. Obviously, this man had been in fights before.
"You mean this?" I held up the staff for him to see. He nodded and walked up, then looked me over.
"Huh? I didn't realize it was you..." he smiled. "Zel!"
"I'm not Zel..." I looked up at the man. I couldn't quite see his eyes, but he was a foot or so taller then me. Something about him scared me.
"Well, then, drop it!" the man commanded. I backed up and brandished it like a weapon.
"Yeah, kiddo, drop the staff! It belongs to Master Morpheus!" spoke a navi's voice. I noticed the PET attached to his arm.
"Who are you?" I asked the man. Hawkz was backing up, but he was beside me.
"My name is Morpheus, that's all you need to know. The Dark Staff belongs to me, so drop it. Or..." I saw something flash, and I felt a sharp pain across my face. I felt a bit of blood drop over the bridge of my nose.
Looking to my right, I saw a black-handled knife imbedded in the wall. It had cut just slightly from my left cheek up over my nose to above my right eye. I felt warm blood flow down. He had somehow bounced it off the left wall with such precision as to leave me scratched.
Morpheus took another step towards me. "This is your last warning..."
"Exactly..." I heard a voice at the other end of the alley. Hawkz turned around beside me, and I chanced a glance over my shoulder.
"Andy, how nice of you to join me..." Morpheus smiled. The other man, who looked surprisingly like Morpheus, grinned evilly.
"Morpheus, Andy..." Hawkz whispered beside me, and I heard a gasp. "They used to command a crime group called Neo Gospel, alongside Zel..."
"Shouldof seen that coming..." I whispered back, then I turned back to Morpheus. "Why do you want this?"
"It's a dangerous piece of weaponry..." Morpheus breathed deep. "Too dangerous for a kid like you. It also happens to belong to me..."
"I'm not handing it over..." I cursed, though I'm not sure why I wouldn't hand it over. Something about it just felt right in my hand.
"Well, then..." Andy smirked, and I heard a rather sickening thunk, the sound of something chopping into fresh meat. Hawkz dropped beside me, a knife in his chest.
"Hawkz!" I shouted, leaning down over him. The moon symbol fell down from my vest.
"How did you get that?" Morpheus demanded, pointing to the symbol. "Zel had that once..."
I ignored Morpheus and Andy for the moment, and I kneeled down next to Hawkz. He was already dead. The knife had a crimson blade now, and Hawkz' clothes were stained the color of life.
"Murderer..." I cursed, looking up at Andy. I stood up. I would fight. "If you want me, come and get me."
"We're not going to touch you..." Morpheus looked across at Andy. "You have Zel's symbol. How did you get it?"
I paused for a moment. If I told him I found it, he'd attack. If I didn't, he might not believe me, and I'd be dead. I bit my lip. "I'm not sure..."
"Not sure?" Andy stepped towards me, closing in. "I'm very sure of that..." he added sarcastically. "How'd you get it?"
"I just found it..." I couldn't lie. I'd never find out who my parents were now.
"He's telling the truth..." I heard a man's voice, although it was slightly digital. It came from Andy. Probably his navi.
"Found it? Zel wouldn't leave it lying around..." Morpheus looked at me hard. "He must have given it to you..."
"But Zel's dead..." I whispered. "Gone. Poof."
"Oh no he's not." Morpheus smiled. "Comeon. I'll show you..." he walked up and grabbed me, then led me out behind Andy.
As I was dragged out, I realized that Briar hadn't come back. He'd return to that spot, and find Hawkz, dead.
He'd think I did it.
* * * * *
Morpheus knocked on the door of a small house. We had taken the metroline, an underground subway that connected all of Electopia, to a small town called ACDC. I wondered what we were doing here.
The door opened, and a young woman walked out. She was beautiful. She wore a long white dress, matching her white skin. She had long blonde hair and gorgeous golden eyes. She looked at the three of us.
"Wh... Morpheus?" she asked surprised, then she turned to Andy. "Hello, Andy... And this i..." she stopped in mid-sentence as she looked at me, then she gasped.
"Hello..." I whispered, slightly embaressed.
"Zann, meet Mihillias. Mihillias, meet Zann..." Morpheus began.
"That's not Zann..." Mihillias smiled at me. "I never thought I'd see you again..."
"Huh?" I looked up at Mihillias. Her eyes seemed sad. She grabbed me by the shoulders, embracing me.
"You don't remember your mother? Gairyio Grausherra, shame on you!" she picked up and smiled. "Welcome home..."
I realized it. I was the first child. The son of Zel, left behind for unknown reasons. Mihillias looked sadly at me.
"Zel is here..." she led me, Morpheus, and Andy inside. I saw a young man step down the stairs beside me. He wore jeans and a white shirt, and had long blonde hair and dark shades that covered his eyes.
"Zel, you can take off the disguise..." Mihillias smiled. "Gairyio has come back..."
The shades and the blonde hair wig came off, revealing purple hair and eyes just like my own. I smiled, but my father didn't seem too happy to see me.
"You were supposed to be gone..." Zel grunted.
"Dad..." I looked heavily up at him. He had wanted me gone?
"I can't let you be near me... It's too dangerous..." Zel looked at me, then replaced the shades and hair, walking upstairs. I heard a door slam.
"Please, stay for a while... Zel, or should I say, Juru, is taking care of your brother, Hayato, upstairs. Although, for some reason, I don't think Zel wants you to see him..." Mihillias led me inside. Andy and Morpheus, now strangely polite, left without a word.
"Mom... Why did you leave me behind?" I asked her, taking a seat on a chair.
Mihill sat down across from me. "It's because of the shadow your father has. There's a chance it will escape and put itself within you, and... I don't want to make you sound weak or anything, but you're not as strong hearted as your brother. You wouldn't be able to stop it..."
"What?" I asked again. "So you were more worried about me becoming a demon then me staying alive? Is that how it is?"
My mother looked away. "Yes..."
I stood up hastily, angry. "So you leave me outside to die. I see now. You'd rather I die then become a threat to your own life... I could control myself, no matter what! I'm not weak, I'm grown and strong!"
Mihillias shook her head. "I'm sorry, Gairyio..." she began.
"Gairyio isn't my name. It's Zann" I glared at her. This was my mother? One who cared more for herself then her son?
"Forgotten..." she whispered. "I know... I'm sorry..."
I heard the cries of a small boy upstairs. "Hayato. Perhaps you'll be better parents to him then you were to me." I swore a couple times after that, trying to let off my anger. I heard my father come downstairs, removing the glasses and wig again.
"Zann, don't you ever threaten your mother again..." Zel cursed. "If you lay one finger on her, I'm not going to give a damn that your my son, you'll fall like the rest!"
I glared at my father. "You're the same..." I sneered. "You care nothing for others, only for yourself." I dashed past my father and out of the door. I heard Mihillias shouting after me.
So this was what it was. My parents cared nothing for me. I wished them hell, yet something stopped me.
My father. So much like me...
I held the twin moons in my hands. A symbol of my heritage, I realized. I removed it and slipped it into my pocket.
"Hayato, good luck, brother..." I whispered, before taking off farther from the house.
* * * * *
I couldn't sleep that night. Everything, my whole world, my thoughts of my parents, had been shattered. There was nothing anymore. Nothing there. Not even a reason for me to live.
I took out the long staff and held it up to the moonlight. The three blades seemed to shimmer. I took a long look at it, then at my hands.
I caught my reflection in the blade. The place where Morpheus' dagger had cut me was a long scar now. I touched it and felt a sting.
"Damnitall..." I whispered. I wondered if it was time to end.
"Zann?" Andy walked carefully over to me. I hadn't noticed he was there. "Your father asked me to deliver this to you..."
"Why didn't he do it himself?" I growled.
"Your father is busy... your mother is dying of an uncurable cancer, Zann. Now, with Hayato growing up..." Andy reasoned.
I growled again. Andy stepped closer and left something beside me, then left me alone.
When he was long gone, I turned sideways and opened up the small package. A PET. I took it and inspected it. New style, the kind that attached to one's arm. I slipped it on.
It activated automatically. I heard a strange, slightly muffled voice. "Greetings, Gairyio, I am Enker" It explained. I looked at the screen. A small electric-looking navi appeared. He was like a normal, generic navi, except his body was a somewhat bright yellow. He also had lightning bolts up and down where his arms should be, connecting his fist to his body.
"Enker..." I whispered, before something changed. I felt a sting in the hand the PET was in.
"Huh?" I lifted the PET with the other hand. No wound or anything, and there was nothing in the back of the PET.
Then I noticed the black spot on my left arm. It seemed to sting, somehow.
"This is the real power of Grausherra, the darkness..." I heard a voice whisper in my head.
Then I lost control.