Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Weiss.
A/N: Wow, I made it this far without giving up, I usually get discouraged by chapter 5, but not this time. Any ways, I'm trying to make the format easier to read, since the extra space thing sure as heck ain't workin'. Well, bear with me, okay guys? Another thing, JT's mother is becoming a pressing issue I see. I wasn't going to reveal who his mother was until the way end and have it come from Omi's mouth directly, so you may need to hold it in for a bit, the point is to be suspenseful. Please just be patient! Oh, and since I want this fic to be good I'm going to keep it for longer so I can edit it better and add a little more content to it, we'll see how that goes. *stresses* Okay, here we go, have fun!
Chapter 7: A new kitten born
When Aya had returned the previous night JT had been long since gone. His head was rolled back and his snoring was nearly as loud as Youji's. All three had tucked him away into bed and then spent the rest of the night discussing what to do next. They all seemed to agree on a heart to heart talk revealing everything.
~~~~~~~
JT stared up at his ceiling, looking at the same crack he had for years. It seemed to be that in his life that single crack in the plaster was the one thing that remained constant, except for maybe growing every now and then. He sighed heavily, flopping over on his side. He could hear his uncles down below in the store, silently working; though he knew they were whispering about him.
Flipping onto his back again he grunted.
"I wish I didn't have to live with them." He thought.
As if signaled by that thought the accented German voice once again entered his head.
"You don't have to be with them, if you join us you will be away from them, far away. Why not? Join us?"
He furrowed his brow. "Even if I don't always want to be with him at least they don't try to kill me."
As if putting an emphasis as to say 'that's it' JT turned over and began to think loudly, his thoughts circulating around his father, the happenings of last night, the men who seemed to be all of their enemies, and...chicken?
JT sighed again, turning over yet again. He didn't want to think very much but he needed to keep the voice out of his head. His temples were throbbing in pain, but for some reason pain relievers weren't a turn on, mainly because the last time he had had them he was so high for the next week he thought he could fly practically.
"If that was my father last night, then why doesn't he come back? What is he running from? He seemed so frightened...And what about those guys? He was afraid of them but I don't know why, Uncle Aya and Uncle Ken and Uncle Youji disliked them but they weren't that scared. Was it because he was facing him alone? I don't know..."
Yet another aggravated sigh escaped him. He quickly sat up, putting his feet on the ground and going towards the old computer in his room. Turning it on he typed in the password and entered the public police website. Taking in a deep breath he began to hack into the departments secret files. He searched for a few minutes in general, then typed in the keyword.
'Weiss'
It didn't take long for a file to be found. As soon as it popped up he clicked on it, his heart skipping as he read.
"Weiss, a suspected terrorist group which pillaged the city by placing explosives in public places. Weiss was thought to be responsible for the death of both Mr. Takatori Reiji and his daughter Miss Ouka Takatori."
JT stopped reading, noticing the attached file. He clicked on it, making a picture pop up onto screen. He stopped breathing for a moment. Staring back at him was a picture of his uncles, and whom he guessed was his father.
They all looked so young and intense, especially Aya who seemed to always glare.
Switching his printer on he sent the file to the machine to be personalized. After an impatient wait the picture came out and he instantly snatched it up. Deleting his footsteps on the website he exited and turned the computer off.
Sticking the picture into a folder by the keyboard he heard a loud knock on his door.
"JT? Are you awake? Can we come in?"
The teen began to stumble around feebly, telling the men outside the door to wait for a minute. When he had successfully hidden everything of importance he jumped back onto his bed and pulled the covers over himself.
"Okay! You can come in now!"
As soon as they were verified Ken entered, Aya and Youji following. They all gathered around him, Ken sitting on his bed, Youji pulling over the computer desk chair and Aya leaning against the wall. JT looked up, trying to hide the guilt in his eyes.
"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" he asked
"No, not today." Youji replied, winking at him.
"We wanted to talk to you some more about yesterday. Can you handle that?" Ken asked, concerned.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"Okay, well, we'll start off by saying, yes we are all assassins, even your father. Okay?"
"Yeah, I learned that last night."
"Don't be a smart mouth." Aya warned.
"Sorry, go on Uncle Ken."
"All right, when we were still a group it was your father's job to be the computer genius, you could say. He hacked into databases, researched our missions and still found time to do his homework. He was utterly amazing. I think you would have been proud to know him."
JT had tuned his uncle out about half way through his little pep talk. He was mainly thinking about the remark of how his father had been a computer geek, basically.
"Hmm, so that's where I get it from."
"JT? Are you listening to me?"
"What? Oh, yes Uncle Ken, please go on."
Ken frowned, he could tell the teen wasn't really paying attention, but he supposed he had to make exceptions to the situation. He had, after all, learned just yesterday that his father had been an assassin.
"Schwartz, the men that you saw last night, they were once our enemies, they still are. They were the ones that killed your father, and now they're after you. If you ever see them you have to tell us, run away, hide, do what ever you must, just don't fight, they could kill you."
JT frowned now, so they were the ones that had killed his father? Were they the ones he had been running from so long ago? They had to be. Again those painful tears intruded into his aqua eyes.
"I see...I promise I'll never fight them. But, I want to know something."
Aya opened his eyes, the boy's tone had changed from bored to depressed and angry at the same time. Youji took up an interest as well.
"Who the hell am I?"
That got their attention. Who was he? He was Omi's son of course, but...who's else was he? Did Schwartz perhaps kill his mother and then gone after Omi? They all had many guesses to the mystery, but they knew they would never truly know unless Omi himself told them.
Ken patted the boy's shoulder. "We don't know. All we know is that you are Omi's son, and our legal charge, now. If we knew we would tell you, but the secrets of your past died with your father, I'm sorry to say."
"My father, why does my life seem to revolve around him? I may not be smart, I'll admit that, but I can do some amazing things on the computer, things no one else can do. So am I just a living guilt trip to you? Is that why you took me in? Because you felt you had to since you let him die?"
Aya glared down at him. "We didn't let him die, we didn't know anything was wrong until it was too late, it was his own fault. You should show more respect to the ones who raised you despite our limits."
"Limits? What limits?! You're freaking assassins! You have to get paid! Why else would you do what you do?!"
JT was now standing on top of his bed, glaring harshly at the red head. Aya returned the cold gaze, ignoring Youji and Ken's facial expressions.
"JT, calm down. There's a bit of depth to what we do. We kill the evil of the world for revenge, for all the bad that was done to us and to others. We do it for you, for your suffering, for your father; for Omi."
Turning his blazing aqua eyes to the honey blond playboy a sudden spark flickered in his eyes. Just then they all saw something that they had never seen before. There was evil in this child, something buried, something terrible.
Youji gasped at the look of poison. Ken gently took the boy's hand.
"Its okay, JT, sit down, you need to rest. We've said basically all that needed to be said. We just want you to know that now if you ever have any questions, of us or your father, the past, whatever it is, you can ask and we'll answer honestly."
"You'll all pay for this. You're going to regret this day, mark my words."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aya stared blankly at the cash register. Something was taking over the teen upstairs, but they didn't know what it was, natural or not. Anger was an obvious and frequent emotion expressed, but rarely was it expressed at them. At the same time he was wondering about what JT had said, as well. 'Who am I?' They didn't know who he was, hell Omi could've just picked the kid up off the streets and taken him in. He stopped brooding when Youji touched his shoulder.
"Ken says JT is asleep now. He also says that he found a few things in his room that he shouldn't have. He wants us to see them."
Violet eyes shut with mental pain. "We're never going to have a successful shop if we keep on closing up randomly like this. Tell him to meet us down in the basement in five minutes."
The other man smiled. "Got it."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Look at this, he downloaded all of the police files on us! I thought Kritiker had deleted it all!"
Ken thrust a large stack of papers into Aya's direction. He took it nonchalantly and leafed through it. What he saw somewhat startled him.
"These are the files that Kritiker deleted, how did JT get a hold of them? Huh, he must have hacked into their database and found their deleted files folder. Pretty impressive for him."
Youji looked between Ken, who looked miffed, and Aya, who seemed to be plotting something. When he lifted his violet eyes to them it was obvious he had something important to say.
"These are the deleted files, JT managed to hack into the police database and get them back, somehow. I find that a rather large feat, finding something that was supposed to be deleted. What do you think?"
Youji looked at him curiously. "It's a big enough surprise that he has some talent in there, but are you planning on putting his talent to work?"
Ken looked alarmed. "JT is just a boy! He's young, he is smart, but he just doesn't act like it because he wants to play and have fun! Don't think so little of him!"
Youji laughed. "He isn't one of your little soccer kids, Ken, he's 14 and he's Omi's son. Though I don't see why he didn't get any of his traits, besides his hair color and perkiness."
"Don't belittle him in front of me, god dammit!"
"Relax Ken." Aya admonished. "We'll talk it over with him, it is important we get his approval before we do anything."
"But, Aya, do we really want to drag him into the world we hate so much? We may ruin his life."
All three pondered this. Yes, they did resent the tasks they did, but it also made them strong and value their lives. Aya closed his eyes.
"I said we'll ask him first, his talents may come in handy to us, we've had it hard since Omi died. I-"
The red head stopped when he heard soft footsteps coming down the spiral staircase. After a tense moment JT appeared in his pajamas, still, yawning, holding a stuffed cat under his arm.
"JT, what is it? Do you need anything?"
Ken walked over to the teen that was still yawning. When he had completed his expression of tiredness he looked up to his uncle and frowned.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
The soccer teacher looked at the dirty blonde and smiled. Swiftly he wrestled the child into a neck-breaking hug, making him screech.
"Uncle Ken! Stop it stop it! Uncle Youji, help me!"
Youji smiled and walked over to the two. Instead of pulling him out of the other man's embrace and into a safe corner he pulled him out of the other man's embrace...and did the same thing.
"Ah! No, no, no! Uncle Youji! Stop it!"
"No way, sweetheart, I'm not stopping until you cry uncle!"
"I did cry uncle! You're my uncle! Let me goooo! Uncle Aya!"
Aya watched as the other two Weiss members hugged their ward to death. He smiled slightly, watching as they smiled and yelled happily. He wished he could be that carefree and happy. Then it hit him, he could. For most of his life he was cold and unemotional, not caring for anyone, he didn't like it, no matter how he acted outside. After all the pain, and the pain still to come, he needed to release himself and the gods had given him a way to do that.
He watched the boy intently, wiggling and screaming. Walking over he yanked him out of the other's grasps and looked at them harshly.
"Stop it you two."
Youji let go of JT upon hearing the angry tone in his voice. JT looked up to his savior smiling, who looked down at him and, startlingly, smiled as well. Both Youji and Ken put on shocked and scared expressions.
"Got you!"
Quickly wrapping his arms about the boy Aya began to swing him around happily, smiling and laughing, sending the others into smiles. JT no longer screamed and wiggled, but grabbed onto him and started to laugh too. When he was finally set down JT clung onto his uncle's side, smiling vividly.
"JT, we have to tell you something important. Will you listen?"
The teen looked up into the violet eyes and remained silent, letting him go on.
"We saw the paperwork you had printed off. Those things were long deleted and yet you found them, that is fairly impressive. We want you to join us as a member, we wouldn't bring you on missions, you're much too young, but you would do computer research for us, just like your father did. What do you think?"
Aqua eyes shut, thinking the proposition over. When they finally did open they held a slight look of fear, but the larger part was determination.
"I'll help, and I'll do a good job too, you'll see. Do I get a code name?"
Aya laughed, he barely knew anything and yet he knew that he got a codename. He looked to the others, who seemed to leave it all to him. Thinking for a moment he got the perfect name.
"From now on you will be called 'Bombay', as was your father. You don't think its sacrilegious, do you?"
Ken smiled. "I think it fits him perfectly. Our new Bombay."
As if emphasizing the fact that the boy was now part of their team he ruffled his hair, making him cringe.
"Thanks, Uncle Ken." He mumbled, patting out the spikes in his hair.
"JT, now that you are Weiss that means you can no longer go wandering off, especially not to see Schwartz. And of course now we won't have to worry about you joining forces with them, will we?"
JT looked up, beaming. "No way, Unc! I'll be the best little helper you've ever had!"
Aya smiled again, god he was perky. But what did he expect, he was, after all, Omi's son.
~TBC
Another part done! Next, Omi comes back and JT goes on his first mission, even if he wasn't supposed to. Any ways, my computer deleted half of the text again so I had to rewrite it! Geez! Talk about annoying! But, yeah, this comp. is a bitch sometimes. Hmm, you know, part of my wording made me think that JT was being possessed, like the 'exorcist', but he was only angry, no worries! Hope you enjoyed!
A/N: Wow, I made it this far without giving up, I usually get discouraged by chapter 5, but not this time. Any ways, I'm trying to make the format easier to read, since the extra space thing sure as heck ain't workin'. Well, bear with me, okay guys? Another thing, JT's mother is becoming a pressing issue I see. I wasn't going to reveal who his mother was until the way end and have it come from Omi's mouth directly, so you may need to hold it in for a bit, the point is to be suspenseful. Please just be patient! Oh, and since I want this fic to be good I'm going to keep it for longer so I can edit it better and add a little more content to it, we'll see how that goes. *stresses* Okay, here we go, have fun!
Chapter 7: A new kitten born
When Aya had returned the previous night JT had been long since gone. His head was rolled back and his snoring was nearly as loud as Youji's. All three had tucked him away into bed and then spent the rest of the night discussing what to do next. They all seemed to agree on a heart to heart talk revealing everything.
~~~~~~~
JT stared up at his ceiling, looking at the same crack he had for years. It seemed to be that in his life that single crack in the plaster was the one thing that remained constant, except for maybe growing every now and then. He sighed heavily, flopping over on his side. He could hear his uncles down below in the store, silently working; though he knew they were whispering about him.
Flipping onto his back again he grunted.
"I wish I didn't have to live with them." He thought.
As if signaled by that thought the accented German voice once again entered his head.
"You don't have to be with them, if you join us you will be away from them, far away. Why not? Join us?"
He furrowed his brow. "Even if I don't always want to be with him at least they don't try to kill me."
As if putting an emphasis as to say 'that's it' JT turned over and began to think loudly, his thoughts circulating around his father, the happenings of last night, the men who seemed to be all of their enemies, and...chicken?
JT sighed again, turning over yet again. He didn't want to think very much but he needed to keep the voice out of his head. His temples were throbbing in pain, but for some reason pain relievers weren't a turn on, mainly because the last time he had had them he was so high for the next week he thought he could fly practically.
"If that was my father last night, then why doesn't he come back? What is he running from? He seemed so frightened...And what about those guys? He was afraid of them but I don't know why, Uncle Aya and Uncle Ken and Uncle Youji disliked them but they weren't that scared. Was it because he was facing him alone? I don't know..."
Yet another aggravated sigh escaped him. He quickly sat up, putting his feet on the ground and going towards the old computer in his room. Turning it on he typed in the password and entered the public police website. Taking in a deep breath he began to hack into the departments secret files. He searched for a few minutes in general, then typed in the keyword.
'Weiss'
It didn't take long for a file to be found. As soon as it popped up he clicked on it, his heart skipping as he read.
"Weiss, a suspected terrorist group which pillaged the city by placing explosives in public places. Weiss was thought to be responsible for the death of both Mr. Takatori Reiji and his daughter Miss Ouka Takatori."
JT stopped reading, noticing the attached file. He clicked on it, making a picture pop up onto screen. He stopped breathing for a moment. Staring back at him was a picture of his uncles, and whom he guessed was his father.
They all looked so young and intense, especially Aya who seemed to always glare.
Switching his printer on he sent the file to the machine to be personalized. After an impatient wait the picture came out and he instantly snatched it up. Deleting his footsteps on the website he exited and turned the computer off.
Sticking the picture into a folder by the keyboard he heard a loud knock on his door.
"JT? Are you awake? Can we come in?"
The teen began to stumble around feebly, telling the men outside the door to wait for a minute. When he had successfully hidden everything of importance he jumped back onto his bed and pulled the covers over himself.
"Okay! You can come in now!"
As soon as they were verified Ken entered, Aya and Youji following. They all gathered around him, Ken sitting on his bed, Youji pulling over the computer desk chair and Aya leaning against the wall. JT looked up, trying to hide the guilt in his eyes.
"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" he asked
"No, not today." Youji replied, winking at him.
"We wanted to talk to you some more about yesterday. Can you handle that?" Ken asked, concerned.
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"Okay, well, we'll start off by saying, yes we are all assassins, even your father. Okay?"
"Yeah, I learned that last night."
"Don't be a smart mouth." Aya warned.
"Sorry, go on Uncle Ken."
"All right, when we were still a group it was your father's job to be the computer genius, you could say. He hacked into databases, researched our missions and still found time to do his homework. He was utterly amazing. I think you would have been proud to know him."
JT had tuned his uncle out about half way through his little pep talk. He was mainly thinking about the remark of how his father had been a computer geek, basically.
"Hmm, so that's where I get it from."
"JT? Are you listening to me?"
"What? Oh, yes Uncle Ken, please go on."
Ken frowned, he could tell the teen wasn't really paying attention, but he supposed he had to make exceptions to the situation. He had, after all, learned just yesterday that his father had been an assassin.
"Schwartz, the men that you saw last night, they were once our enemies, they still are. They were the ones that killed your father, and now they're after you. If you ever see them you have to tell us, run away, hide, do what ever you must, just don't fight, they could kill you."
JT frowned now, so they were the ones that had killed his father? Were they the ones he had been running from so long ago? They had to be. Again those painful tears intruded into his aqua eyes.
"I see...I promise I'll never fight them. But, I want to know something."
Aya opened his eyes, the boy's tone had changed from bored to depressed and angry at the same time. Youji took up an interest as well.
"Who the hell am I?"
That got their attention. Who was he? He was Omi's son of course, but...who's else was he? Did Schwartz perhaps kill his mother and then gone after Omi? They all had many guesses to the mystery, but they knew they would never truly know unless Omi himself told them.
Ken patted the boy's shoulder. "We don't know. All we know is that you are Omi's son, and our legal charge, now. If we knew we would tell you, but the secrets of your past died with your father, I'm sorry to say."
"My father, why does my life seem to revolve around him? I may not be smart, I'll admit that, but I can do some amazing things on the computer, things no one else can do. So am I just a living guilt trip to you? Is that why you took me in? Because you felt you had to since you let him die?"
Aya glared down at him. "We didn't let him die, we didn't know anything was wrong until it was too late, it was his own fault. You should show more respect to the ones who raised you despite our limits."
"Limits? What limits?! You're freaking assassins! You have to get paid! Why else would you do what you do?!"
JT was now standing on top of his bed, glaring harshly at the red head. Aya returned the cold gaze, ignoring Youji and Ken's facial expressions.
"JT, calm down. There's a bit of depth to what we do. We kill the evil of the world for revenge, for all the bad that was done to us and to others. We do it for you, for your suffering, for your father; for Omi."
Turning his blazing aqua eyes to the honey blond playboy a sudden spark flickered in his eyes. Just then they all saw something that they had never seen before. There was evil in this child, something buried, something terrible.
Youji gasped at the look of poison. Ken gently took the boy's hand.
"Its okay, JT, sit down, you need to rest. We've said basically all that needed to be said. We just want you to know that now if you ever have any questions, of us or your father, the past, whatever it is, you can ask and we'll answer honestly."
"You'll all pay for this. You're going to regret this day, mark my words."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aya stared blankly at the cash register. Something was taking over the teen upstairs, but they didn't know what it was, natural or not. Anger was an obvious and frequent emotion expressed, but rarely was it expressed at them. At the same time he was wondering about what JT had said, as well. 'Who am I?' They didn't know who he was, hell Omi could've just picked the kid up off the streets and taken him in. He stopped brooding when Youji touched his shoulder.
"Ken says JT is asleep now. He also says that he found a few things in his room that he shouldn't have. He wants us to see them."
Violet eyes shut with mental pain. "We're never going to have a successful shop if we keep on closing up randomly like this. Tell him to meet us down in the basement in five minutes."
The other man smiled. "Got it."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Look at this, he downloaded all of the police files on us! I thought Kritiker had deleted it all!"
Ken thrust a large stack of papers into Aya's direction. He took it nonchalantly and leafed through it. What he saw somewhat startled him.
"These are the files that Kritiker deleted, how did JT get a hold of them? Huh, he must have hacked into their database and found their deleted files folder. Pretty impressive for him."
Youji looked between Ken, who looked miffed, and Aya, who seemed to be plotting something. When he lifted his violet eyes to them it was obvious he had something important to say.
"These are the deleted files, JT managed to hack into the police database and get them back, somehow. I find that a rather large feat, finding something that was supposed to be deleted. What do you think?"
Youji looked at him curiously. "It's a big enough surprise that he has some talent in there, but are you planning on putting his talent to work?"
Ken looked alarmed. "JT is just a boy! He's young, he is smart, but he just doesn't act like it because he wants to play and have fun! Don't think so little of him!"
Youji laughed. "He isn't one of your little soccer kids, Ken, he's 14 and he's Omi's son. Though I don't see why he didn't get any of his traits, besides his hair color and perkiness."
"Don't belittle him in front of me, god dammit!"
"Relax Ken." Aya admonished. "We'll talk it over with him, it is important we get his approval before we do anything."
"But, Aya, do we really want to drag him into the world we hate so much? We may ruin his life."
All three pondered this. Yes, they did resent the tasks they did, but it also made them strong and value their lives. Aya closed his eyes.
"I said we'll ask him first, his talents may come in handy to us, we've had it hard since Omi died. I-"
The red head stopped when he heard soft footsteps coming down the spiral staircase. After a tense moment JT appeared in his pajamas, still, yawning, holding a stuffed cat under his arm.
"JT, what is it? Do you need anything?"
Ken walked over to the teen that was still yawning. When he had completed his expression of tiredness he looked up to his uncle and frowned.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
The soccer teacher looked at the dirty blonde and smiled. Swiftly he wrestled the child into a neck-breaking hug, making him screech.
"Uncle Ken! Stop it stop it! Uncle Youji, help me!"
Youji smiled and walked over to the two. Instead of pulling him out of the other man's embrace and into a safe corner he pulled him out of the other man's embrace...and did the same thing.
"Ah! No, no, no! Uncle Youji! Stop it!"
"No way, sweetheart, I'm not stopping until you cry uncle!"
"I did cry uncle! You're my uncle! Let me goooo! Uncle Aya!"
Aya watched as the other two Weiss members hugged their ward to death. He smiled slightly, watching as they smiled and yelled happily. He wished he could be that carefree and happy. Then it hit him, he could. For most of his life he was cold and unemotional, not caring for anyone, he didn't like it, no matter how he acted outside. After all the pain, and the pain still to come, he needed to release himself and the gods had given him a way to do that.
He watched the boy intently, wiggling and screaming. Walking over he yanked him out of the other's grasps and looked at them harshly.
"Stop it you two."
Youji let go of JT upon hearing the angry tone in his voice. JT looked up to his savior smiling, who looked down at him and, startlingly, smiled as well. Both Youji and Ken put on shocked and scared expressions.
"Got you!"
Quickly wrapping his arms about the boy Aya began to swing him around happily, smiling and laughing, sending the others into smiles. JT no longer screamed and wiggled, but grabbed onto him and started to laugh too. When he was finally set down JT clung onto his uncle's side, smiling vividly.
"JT, we have to tell you something important. Will you listen?"
The teen looked up into the violet eyes and remained silent, letting him go on.
"We saw the paperwork you had printed off. Those things were long deleted and yet you found them, that is fairly impressive. We want you to join us as a member, we wouldn't bring you on missions, you're much too young, but you would do computer research for us, just like your father did. What do you think?"
Aqua eyes shut, thinking the proposition over. When they finally did open they held a slight look of fear, but the larger part was determination.
"I'll help, and I'll do a good job too, you'll see. Do I get a code name?"
Aya laughed, he barely knew anything and yet he knew that he got a codename. He looked to the others, who seemed to leave it all to him. Thinking for a moment he got the perfect name.
"From now on you will be called 'Bombay', as was your father. You don't think its sacrilegious, do you?"
Ken smiled. "I think it fits him perfectly. Our new Bombay."
As if emphasizing the fact that the boy was now part of their team he ruffled his hair, making him cringe.
"Thanks, Uncle Ken." He mumbled, patting out the spikes in his hair.
"JT, now that you are Weiss that means you can no longer go wandering off, especially not to see Schwartz. And of course now we won't have to worry about you joining forces with them, will we?"
JT looked up, beaming. "No way, Unc! I'll be the best little helper you've ever had!"
Aya smiled again, god he was perky. But what did he expect, he was, after all, Omi's son.
~TBC
Another part done! Next, Omi comes back and JT goes on his first mission, even if he wasn't supposed to. Any ways, my computer deleted half of the text again so I had to rewrite it! Geez! Talk about annoying! But, yeah, this comp. is a bitch sometimes. Hmm, you know, part of my wording made me think that JT was being possessed, like the 'exorcist', but he was only angry, no worries! Hope you enjoyed!