Disclaimer: No I STILL don't own Weiss kreuz.
A/N: Okay, a few personal things are happening in my life and they are very important, so I may not be able to update as frequently. Lucky for you I try to update every day or every other day. Any ways, yeah, last chapter was pretty intense, and I'm finding writing late at night, after a nap, I write better. Weird, huh? Just a side note, since I do type at night I may make mistakes and not catch them until it's a bit too late, and I'm too lazy to take a chapter down and repost. So bear with me when I screw up, please. Okay, well, enjoy another chapter.
Chapter 6: Weiss and I
"Get away from me! Let me go!"
JT kicked and writhed, trying feebly to release the grip his uncle had on him. Even for an athlete Ken was finding it difficult to hang onto the kid. They were all climbing up the stairs behind the flower shop that led to their apartments, mainly JT's.
Kicking open the door Ken rushed over to the bed and plopped the boy down, who was still screaming at them to stay away from him. All three elders looked at him with either disgust, pity or concern. Ken tried to take him into his arms but was roughly shoved away.
"Stay away!" The teen commanded.
"JT, I think we need to talk, just calm down and we can get everything out. Now, come on, get closer."
Despite the soothing aura in his voice, Ken was unable to win the battle.
"Talk?! What else do I need to know?! This is why my father is dead, isn't it?! Because he was an assassin!"
There was a silence. Ken had no response to that, though he did have the urge to shake the thought out of the boy right away. Then, suddenly, he became away of something. Looking himself over he realized he was in his 'working' gear. Glancing to the others he saw how hard this was for all of them. Then Youji came to kneel beside him and look JT in the eyes.
"JT, we can't change the past, certainly not at this point. Long ago we were assassins, as well as your father. We all accepted that and dealt with it. But we disbanded, for awhile at least. Your father had a life he tried to live, of all of us he was the most assertive, if he had a goal he would do all in his power he could to get to it, and having a normal life meant living and even having you. Even if we don't know exactly where you come from."
His aqua eyes began to water, now his own uncles were taking hits at him? It was bad enough he had no memory of his father but no one had any idea who his mother was. He frowned, trying to force the tears back into his skull.
Youji stumbled, he knew he had made a mistake. "Uh, well, even if we don't know that much we know Omi did love you, that's why he brought you to us, so that you could live, even if he didn't. We're not sure if he really did die because he was an assassin, but either way...he isn't coming back. Please understand that."
JT looked up, taking in all he saw. His uncles, the ones who were supposed to love and protect him had been keeping this massive secret from him all this time. He looked at them all, standing there with assassin gear and concern in their eyes. It just didn't fit. He lifted his eyes to Aya.
"So then everything you've ever told me, everything I believed...was a lie?"
"No!" Ken grabbed the boy and hustled him into a bear hug. "You are our nephew, or something close to it. You're a part of our family, and we love you! Like Youji said, we can't change the past, but now we can't keep it from you. Just please, try to understand."
JT looked up. "Understand what? That I've been lied to all my life or that my uncles are assassins?!"
Before anyone else could speak up Aya walked over and slapped the boy, hard.
"Stop wallowing in your own self-pity. Do you think we picked this kind of life? Well we didn't. If you think you're the only one in the world suffering you're wrong, get over it."
That was the clincher.
JT smiled, a very fake one indeed, but he smiled. "You're right uncle Aya, I am selfish. I'm sorry I ruined your life!"
Scrambling off of the bed the teen whipped past all three elders and burst through the door. All the remaining members in the room could comprehend was that the teen was no longer in the room, the backdoor had been opened and slammed shut, and the word 'sorry' rang loudly through the hall.
"Uhm, what just happened?"
Ken looked to Youji, who had stepped back in line with Aya. The look of utter confusion showed clearly on his face. He had to laugh, even slightly.
"We just made our 'nephew' freak out and run off. Someone needs to go get him."
"You do it, Ken, he likes you."
The soccer player winced. "I always take care of him, why don't you do it for once?"
"Me? What would I say when I find him? 'Lets go back'? He wouldn't come with me if his life depended on it. You managed to carry him all the way back, you do it."
A heated argument broke out then about who was to go and retrieve the lost teen. It was clear Youji had absolutely no intention on leaving the apartment to go hunt down some wandering kid, but Ken had just as much force in his side of the debate. Finally it became too much for Aya.
"All right! I'll go get him, anything to get you two to shut the hell up!"
And so he left.
Ken looked over to Youji. "What just happened?"
"I think we both won. Well, any ways, lets just hope JT isn't TOO screwed up now."
"Yes, but we didn't get to say everything that needed to be said. He's missing out on a lot of information."
"I don't think he would have listened any ways. He got hit with a lot of unexpected things tonight, his mind has to deal with that. He won't be able to hear anymore, not tonight, so he needs a break, we'll have to talk to him tomorrow."
"I suppose but still, there was so much I wanted to tell him."
Youji frowned. "I know, I wanted to tell him a lot too, but right now isn't the best time. When Aya brings him back we can probably fit in a few more words, but anything past that would go over his head. Let's just hope he does bring him back...alive."
"Youji!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Everything was a blur, the lights were floating orbs of color, the streets an endless maze of pathways and frankly, he had no idea where he was. JT walked hurriedly, his steps echoing in his mind. His eyes were burning and his head was pounding in his ears. He hadn't been wandering for very long, but it felt as if it were forever. Maybe it had been the wrong decision to just run away.
The demand for air finally made him stop. He was standing below a lamppost, the neon light pouring down on him. As he stooped to grasp more air he began to think.
"So this is why I'm so important to everybody, I'm the son of a killer. But if he's just a plain assassin then why can I do what I do? I flew! Sort of...And why do they want me to join them instead of trying to kill me? Heh, its probably because they were once enemies, isn't that right father?"
Of course there was no response from the empty darkness. Taking in a deep breath he blew it back out, then started on his merry way, running this time, as fast as he could. He knew he would be followed by one of the three, he just didn't know which one. If it were Youji he could go anywhere and not be found, Ken would look all night if had too and Aya, somehow he would know where he was, no matter what was happening.
He quickly lost track of his running time, but he knew he was getting tired and running out of breath. Taking a few last staggering steps the youth draped himself over a railing. Looking down he could see a busy highway down below. He watched the lights intently, feeling the same force he had before at the construction site.
Carefully, he climbed up the railing and gripped a vertical beam. Looking down he began to feel the world spinning. He didn't want to do this, not really, but that force was really pushy, and annoying. He remembered what the man had said, to ignore it, but he couldn't, he just couldn't.
With shaking limbs the teen put one foot out and then...
"JT!"
Turning aqua eyes to the road JT could see his protector standing there, staring at him.
"Uncle Aya?"
"What are you doing? Get down."
JT cringed, then shouted. "No! I want to do this! I want to-"
"Do you?" Aya interrupted. "Do you want to die? You've shown us who you are, what you can do, and now you want to die? That's an interesting choice. By all means, jump, I think I may like to see a 14 year old plummet and go splat on top of a car."
Another string of harsh words. The tears returned again. Oh, how he wished it had been Ken to come and find him.
"Why are you always so mean?! Do you have to be such a bastard?! I just want you to love me because I don't have a father of my own to do that and all you want to do is insult me or push me away! Why?!"
That got Aya's attention. His usually dark, cold violet eyes suddenly softened.
"I do love you. I love you like the son I never had. You remind me of my sister, did you know?"
"Sister? I didn't know you had a sister."
JT turned from the road, still on the railing, and looked at his uncle. He was smiling, a very, very rare occurrence. The new change in attitude was slightly alarming, but very humbling.
"Yes, she was very innocent, always happy, she was like you. But her life was cut short when she was hit by a car."
"She died?!" The boy exclaimed.
The red head shook his head. "No, but she was put in a comma. I don't know what happened to her, but I heard that she woke up. Knowing what I was I knew I couldn't go back to her, so I didn't. I miss her everyday."
"Like you miss dad?"
"What?"
Aya looked up. Miss Omi? He hadn't ever really thought about it. Yes, he did miss Omi, the always happy, binding force to them all. It had been odd when they realized that he would never come back to them, but it had been especially odd that even though he wouldn't return they would always have his son to take his place.
"Yes, I do miss Omi as well."
JT sighed mentally. He knew he couldn't take the place of his father, but he tried hard any ways. All he wanted to do was make the people who shaped his life happy. Maybe he failed. Or maybe he didn't.
"Now come on, give me your hand, lets go home."
So this was the choice, death or going back to the home of lies he had lived in for his whole life. Taking a final glance at the passing cars below he smiled. Death looked painful. Taking his uncle's hand JT stepped down, back onto the sidewalk, and fell into his arms. Aya stared down at him in slight shock. Shaking the boy desperately he knew that he had fainted.
"Great, just great. This is going to be one long mission."
~TBC
Yay! Another chapter done! Okay, more Aya for you. Any ways, no JT isn't suicidal, well, maybe sometimes he is, but not usually. He's Omi's son, he's too perky for it. While I was writing this chapter my computer froze on me, so I had to retype half of it, so some of it may be a bit rushed. Damned expensive piece of crap. Well, until next chapter!
A/N: Okay, a few personal things are happening in my life and they are very important, so I may not be able to update as frequently. Lucky for you I try to update every day or every other day. Any ways, yeah, last chapter was pretty intense, and I'm finding writing late at night, after a nap, I write better. Weird, huh? Just a side note, since I do type at night I may make mistakes and not catch them until it's a bit too late, and I'm too lazy to take a chapter down and repost. So bear with me when I screw up, please. Okay, well, enjoy another chapter.
Chapter 6: Weiss and I
"Get away from me! Let me go!"
JT kicked and writhed, trying feebly to release the grip his uncle had on him. Even for an athlete Ken was finding it difficult to hang onto the kid. They were all climbing up the stairs behind the flower shop that led to their apartments, mainly JT's.
Kicking open the door Ken rushed over to the bed and plopped the boy down, who was still screaming at them to stay away from him. All three elders looked at him with either disgust, pity or concern. Ken tried to take him into his arms but was roughly shoved away.
"Stay away!" The teen commanded.
"JT, I think we need to talk, just calm down and we can get everything out. Now, come on, get closer."
Despite the soothing aura in his voice, Ken was unable to win the battle.
"Talk?! What else do I need to know?! This is why my father is dead, isn't it?! Because he was an assassin!"
There was a silence. Ken had no response to that, though he did have the urge to shake the thought out of the boy right away. Then, suddenly, he became away of something. Looking himself over he realized he was in his 'working' gear. Glancing to the others he saw how hard this was for all of them. Then Youji came to kneel beside him and look JT in the eyes.
"JT, we can't change the past, certainly not at this point. Long ago we were assassins, as well as your father. We all accepted that and dealt with it. But we disbanded, for awhile at least. Your father had a life he tried to live, of all of us he was the most assertive, if he had a goal he would do all in his power he could to get to it, and having a normal life meant living and even having you. Even if we don't know exactly where you come from."
His aqua eyes began to water, now his own uncles were taking hits at him? It was bad enough he had no memory of his father but no one had any idea who his mother was. He frowned, trying to force the tears back into his skull.
Youji stumbled, he knew he had made a mistake. "Uh, well, even if we don't know that much we know Omi did love you, that's why he brought you to us, so that you could live, even if he didn't. We're not sure if he really did die because he was an assassin, but either way...he isn't coming back. Please understand that."
JT looked up, taking in all he saw. His uncles, the ones who were supposed to love and protect him had been keeping this massive secret from him all this time. He looked at them all, standing there with assassin gear and concern in their eyes. It just didn't fit. He lifted his eyes to Aya.
"So then everything you've ever told me, everything I believed...was a lie?"
"No!" Ken grabbed the boy and hustled him into a bear hug. "You are our nephew, or something close to it. You're a part of our family, and we love you! Like Youji said, we can't change the past, but now we can't keep it from you. Just please, try to understand."
JT looked up. "Understand what? That I've been lied to all my life or that my uncles are assassins?!"
Before anyone else could speak up Aya walked over and slapped the boy, hard.
"Stop wallowing in your own self-pity. Do you think we picked this kind of life? Well we didn't. If you think you're the only one in the world suffering you're wrong, get over it."
That was the clincher.
JT smiled, a very fake one indeed, but he smiled. "You're right uncle Aya, I am selfish. I'm sorry I ruined your life!"
Scrambling off of the bed the teen whipped past all three elders and burst through the door. All the remaining members in the room could comprehend was that the teen was no longer in the room, the backdoor had been opened and slammed shut, and the word 'sorry' rang loudly through the hall.
"Uhm, what just happened?"
Ken looked to Youji, who had stepped back in line with Aya. The look of utter confusion showed clearly on his face. He had to laugh, even slightly.
"We just made our 'nephew' freak out and run off. Someone needs to go get him."
"You do it, Ken, he likes you."
The soccer player winced. "I always take care of him, why don't you do it for once?"
"Me? What would I say when I find him? 'Lets go back'? He wouldn't come with me if his life depended on it. You managed to carry him all the way back, you do it."
A heated argument broke out then about who was to go and retrieve the lost teen. It was clear Youji had absolutely no intention on leaving the apartment to go hunt down some wandering kid, but Ken had just as much force in his side of the debate. Finally it became too much for Aya.
"All right! I'll go get him, anything to get you two to shut the hell up!"
And so he left.
Ken looked over to Youji. "What just happened?"
"I think we both won. Well, any ways, lets just hope JT isn't TOO screwed up now."
"Yes, but we didn't get to say everything that needed to be said. He's missing out on a lot of information."
"I don't think he would have listened any ways. He got hit with a lot of unexpected things tonight, his mind has to deal with that. He won't be able to hear anymore, not tonight, so he needs a break, we'll have to talk to him tomorrow."
"I suppose but still, there was so much I wanted to tell him."
Youji frowned. "I know, I wanted to tell him a lot too, but right now isn't the best time. When Aya brings him back we can probably fit in a few more words, but anything past that would go over his head. Let's just hope he does bring him back...alive."
"Youji!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Everything was a blur, the lights were floating orbs of color, the streets an endless maze of pathways and frankly, he had no idea where he was. JT walked hurriedly, his steps echoing in his mind. His eyes were burning and his head was pounding in his ears. He hadn't been wandering for very long, but it felt as if it were forever. Maybe it had been the wrong decision to just run away.
The demand for air finally made him stop. He was standing below a lamppost, the neon light pouring down on him. As he stooped to grasp more air he began to think.
"So this is why I'm so important to everybody, I'm the son of a killer. But if he's just a plain assassin then why can I do what I do? I flew! Sort of...And why do they want me to join them instead of trying to kill me? Heh, its probably because they were once enemies, isn't that right father?"
Of course there was no response from the empty darkness. Taking in a deep breath he blew it back out, then started on his merry way, running this time, as fast as he could. He knew he would be followed by one of the three, he just didn't know which one. If it were Youji he could go anywhere and not be found, Ken would look all night if had too and Aya, somehow he would know where he was, no matter what was happening.
He quickly lost track of his running time, but he knew he was getting tired and running out of breath. Taking a few last staggering steps the youth draped himself over a railing. Looking down he could see a busy highway down below. He watched the lights intently, feeling the same force he had before at the construction site.
Carefully, he climbed up the railing and gripped a vertical beam. Looking down he began to feel the world spinning. He didn't want to do this, not really, but that force was really pushy, and annoying. He remembered what the man had said, to ignore it, but he couldn't, he just couldn't.
With shaking limbs the teen put one foot out and then...
"JT!"
Turning aqua eyes to the road JT could see his protector standing there, staring at him.
"Uncle Aya?"
"What are you doing? Get down."
JT cringed, then shouted. "No! I want to do this! I want to-"
"Do you?" Aya interrupted. "Do you want to die? You've shown us who you are, what you can do, and now you want to die? That's an interesting choice. By all means, jump, I think I may like to see a 14 year old plummet and go splat on top of a car."
Another string of harsh words. The tears returned again. Oh, how he wished it had been Ken to come and find him.
"Why are you always so mean?! Do you have to be such a bastard?! I just want you to love me because I don't have a father of my own to do that and all you want to do is insult me or push me away! Why?!"
That got Aya's attention. His usually dark, cold violet eyes suddenly softened.
"I do love you. I love you like the son I never had. You remind me of my sister, did you know?"
"Sister? I didn't know you had a sister."
JT turned from the road, still on the railing, and looked at his uncle. He was smiling, a very, very rare occurrence. The new change in attitude was slightly alarming, but very humbling.
"Yes, she was very innocent, always happy, she was like you. But her life was cut short when she was hit by a car."
"She died?!" The boy exclaimed.
The red head shook his head. "No, but she was put in a comma. I don't know what happened to her, but I heard that she woke up. Knowing what I was I knew I couldn't go back to her, so I didn't. I miss her everyday."
"Like you miss dad?"
"What?"
Aya looked up. Miss Omi? He hadn't ever really thought about it. Yes, he did miss Omi, the always happy, binding force to them all. It had been odd when they realized that he would never come back to them, but it had been especially odd that even though he wouldn't return they would always have his son to take his place.
"Yes, I do miss Omi as well."
JT sighed mentally. He knew he couldn't take the place of his father, but he tried hard any ways. All he wanted to do was make the people who shaped his life happy. Maybe he failed. Or maybe he didn't.
"Now come on, give me your hand, lets go home."
So this was the choice, death or going back to the home of lies he had lived in for his whole life. Taking a final glance at the passing cars below he smiled. Death looked painful. Taking his uncle's hand JT stepped down, back onto the sidewalk, and fell into his arms. Aya stared down at him in slight shock. Shaking the boy desperately he knew that he had fainted.
"Great, just great. This is going to be one long mission."
~TBC
Yay! Another chapter done! Okay, more Aya for you. Any ways, no JT isn't suicidal, well, maybe sometimes he is, but not usually. He's Omi's son, he's too perky for it. While I was writing this chapter my computer froze on me, so I had to retype half of it, so some of it may be a bit rushed. Damned expensive piece of crap. Well, until next chapter!