Disclaimer: Guess who doesn't own Weiss? I don't!
A/N: I'm trying to start updating frequently but life is getting in the way. Well, besides that...Heh, I think JT is so cute, don't you? Hmm, next he may need to get a girlfriend...or boyfriend. Which do you prefer? Tell me on the review board! Thanx!
Chapter 10: Back to the norm
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the flowers never looked happier. They were all in full blossom and each shedding its own beautiful scent. Ken opened the shop officially while Youji was still yawning and Aya was setting up the cash register. All turned their attention to the door when it squeaked open.
JT yawned as he walked over to the coat rack and pulled on his apron. Omi still stood in the doorway, looking about at the store. The only clothes he had were his old worn green tunic, so he had borrowed a pair of JT's shorts and a shirt.
Last night JT had pulled his father off, up the stairs before anyone could have a proper conversation with him. They hadn't even had a proper welcome. The three older members of the group went over to their newly found friend and circled him.
"Omi..." Ken smiled at him.
Omi smiled his old, sweetly innocent smile at them. If you stood JT next to him and had them both smile you wouldn't be able to mistake their relationship. Youji couldn't believe how little he had changed over thirteen years.
"So, what've you been up to for so long?" He asked.
Omi shifted, then glanced towards the table JT was snoozing at. He motioned to it, asking if they could sit and talk. Aya began to walk over ahead of them and kicked JT out.
"The adults need to talk, go water the flowers."
The teen looked at him curiously, then nodded. When he got up his father took his place in the chair and the others around him. There was a small silence, in which JT's complaining could be made out. Omi threw him blue orbs.
"He's grown."
Youji smiled. "Of course he did, did you expect him to stay a baby forever?'
The playboy jogged Aya's memory. Turning to the small blonde he frowned. "Omi, over the last several years we've watched JT grow and with him came some rather interesting abilities, shall we say."
"Yeah, like blowing fuses with a screech or throwing pots at us without using his hands." Ken joined in.
Aya continued. "We've been able to keep his power under control but now that you're back we can ask you the questions that have plagued us for years now. Why is JT the way he is? Does it have to do with his mother? Who is his mother any ways? And why didn't you come to us sooner with him?"
All of the questions bombarded the original Bombay. He shifted more, than sighed. Shaking his head he looked to all of his friends.
"In all honesty, I can't tell you much of JT myself, but I'll tell you what I know." He paused, taking in the odd expressions of the others. He glanced back to the teen in question, then frowned, returning his gaze to whence it came.
"JT has no mother, or, none that I'm aware of. You see, for a long while I was captured by Schwartz. During my captivity I was used by some of their 'clients', shall we say, as a sort of 'donor.' I had learned to put up with it, but one of their projects was a bit too complicated and I couldn't simply ignore it. In truth, JT is a biological recreation of myself, infused with some kind of valuable genetics. I suppose you may call him a sort of clone."
He paused again.
Ken looked from the father, to the 'son' and back to the father. All of these revelations were a bit too much for him. He rubbed his temples as the other two tried to figure things out for themselves.
Youji thought shortly, not really about the news, but of other things.
"So that's why I can get along with him so well, he's another version of our Omi here. Huh, interesting." He thought.
Aya stared at him blankly, taking it all in. He had a hard time trying to think of their surrogate son as a clone, but that was apparently true. He shook his head multiple times, then gripped the table strongly. "Go on." He urged.
Omi frowned again. "I wasn't told exactly what the project was but I was allowed to see the end product, my 'son'. I knew what they wanted of him, they wanted him to be Schwartz, that's why they were after me, after him. Luckily one of the medical researchers had taken pity on me and helped me get JT and take him away. We were caught and many were killed, but I got away and gave JT to you. That's all that mattered. From then on I was just running, it's all I could do."
Now was the meaningful silence. All four looked to one another and shrugged or shook their head. Ken raised his head up then.
"So, why did you originally name him 'Rage'?
"Heh, that's easy. His project name was storm or something odd, but it made more sense. They knew with time he would mature and his powers would grow. Someday he will, or perhaps he can already, manipulate the environment. Now imagine if Schwartz had that power, they could create hurricanes or twisters at will. Now do you see why he was so wanted by them? He's a greater asset to them than the whole of Schwartz together, well except for maybe Nagi."
They were interrupted when I pot went whizzing by Ken's head and crashed into the wall. Four pairs of eyes turned to the youth, who looked amazed at himself.
"I didn't do it." He said quickly.
"Then who did?!" Ken yelled, a bit shaken from the near UFO attack.
"Bob did."
Three confused expressions.
"Who's Bob?" Youji asked, getting up.
As he approached JT began to fidget and his eyes darted around wildly. When his uncle was a foot away form him he shrugged and smiled. "Uh, gotta go!"
And with that the teen went off at mock speed through the back door and up the stairs to his apartment, most likely locking himself in.
"What a weird kid." Youji mumbled, smiling.
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"What a pity, Bombay is back with Weiss."
Nagi looked over to Schuldig, who was smirking rather oddly. He furrowed his brow and sighed.
"So why do you look so pleased then? He got away, as well as his son. What are we going to do now?"
At that time Crawford entered, looking just as amused as the German. The youngest, apparently, was not aware of something.
"Bombay may be back with Weiss, but that doesn't mean they've won. Not by a long shot. We still have a few trump cards we can rely on. Just wait, by the time we're through with them they'll be begging us to kill them."
The team leader looked especially happy, in a grim way. They had a plan and that plan was going to rid them of their Weiss problems. The telekenetic smiled to himself, of course Weiss was his enemy but...why did they always seem to be after them? They went out of their way to trouble them. He supposed that they still had something they wanted, and if they couldn't have it than no one could.
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JT typed away happily at the computer keyboard as his father watched him from their bed; he was smiling at him. When he finally paused for a brief finger break he sighed longingly and tilted his head way back, so as to see his father.
Omi watched the little 'Bombay kitten', as he was refered since there were now two Bombays; the cat and the kitten. The others had been right, the child acted much like he had when he was young, smiling and happy, overly optimistic about everything and so damned happy with computers. He hadn't been by a computer for years but the memory of it was still installed in his mind.
JT turned his bright eyes towards him. "Do you want to try now, dad?"
Omi faltered. The boy had already gotten into the habit of calling him 'dad'. He had expected him to be all emotional about it saying that he needed time but no, he accepted it, with great enthusiasm.
He walked over to the computer and sat in the seat as his son removed himself. Sitting down he flexed his fingers and gently traced the keyboard with his fingers, getting the feel of it. Carefully he began to type away, slowly at first then picking up the pace until he had lapped his son's speed thrice. JT stared over his shoulder, amazed.
When he was finished Omi turned to look at his wide-eyed son. "Well? How was I?"
For a few moments the youth didn't respond, then shook his head, mouth agape. "You suck." He smiled.
Omi smiled at the child's way of giving praise. He stood up, ruffling the boy's hair, then lead him to bed.
"Okay, it's late, now bed time. Tomorrow we can start our typing sessions on my old laptop, that is if the others haven't tossed it out already."
JT crawled into his spot and watched his father lift up the covers and crawl in himself. For a few minutes both stared at one another, then closed their eyes to sleep. It had been a fairly long day and sleep was neccecary.
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Aya sat, cross-legged on the couch, watching Youji and Ken play a game of chess. Omi's words earlier still echoed in his mind. JT was a clone, he had no mother. Schwartz wanted him for his powers; he was strong already and he would become stronger. It was enough to give one a headache.
"I still can't believe it."
The red head looked up and over to the honey-blonde man who was apparently winning the game. Youji turned to look at him.
"JT is too lively to be what Omi said he was. And what about his power? How do they know his strength will multiply? I think they're only guessing, and besides, you need a male and a female to make life, right? JT has to have a mother."
Ken 'ah'ed happily, finding a move, then joined the conversation as Youji stared at the board in ghastly surprise, noticing he was check mated.
"If he really is a clone then he wouldn't need a mother, a clone is just a reproduction of one parents cells, he would only need Omi, no female required. And as far as power goes, well, he is an experiment which leaves room for failures but my guess is they know what will happen, so we just have to keep it under control, right?"
Aya frowned. He had no clue as to what to do now. Omi was back, that was great, Kritiker was going ballistic, JT was much happier than he had been in awhile and they all got to spend time with each other. What else could be better? How about...not being stalked by another group of assassins, and a weird one at that.
"What does it matter? In any way, in any case, he is still the same as he has always been, nothing has changed. We've kept him under control until now haven't we? We can do it for as long as it's needed. I wouldn't bother worrying about it, its out of our hands." He replied coolly.
The other two were silent, their game of chess over.
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JT sat on the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It had been midnight when Ken had come knocking on their door and told them they had a mission. Man, this job cuts into a lot of sleeping time, he thought.
The adults were much more upbeat, probably from doing it for so many years before. He couldn't really hear what they were saying, or wasn't trying to at least, but what he could make out was that they would be going somewhere tonight. Great, less sleep.
"Come on JT, time to go."
Omi called to his son from the bottom of the stairs as the other three went up. The teen sighed, yawned, than ran to catch up. He didn't know where they were going, but it didn't matter. As Aya had once said, a mission was a mission.
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They acted like thieves, prowling around in the darkness in their dark clothes. Omi had borrowed a pair of Youji's clothes this time, big mistake for him since the pants bared his mid rift and the shirt no where near covered down to his belly. At the very least he got to where a warm black coat over it so he didn't look so much as a...what had JT called him? A slut, that was it.
JT's outfit was much like his had been, the black pants and shirt with a black coat over it and black gloves, it was like dejavu looking at him. They had headed off to a park, a dark cold, misty park. Why they were there he had no idea but the name Schwartz popped up a few times in conversation.
As they were walking he grumbled loudly and gripped about the situation. When finally they came to a bench he sat down as the others circled and made a plot. He really didn't care, he just wanted to sleep. Oh what he would give to go back to being a 'normal' teen again. Then a noise caught their attention; laughing. Deep, nasal laughing.
"Schwartz." Aya growled quietly.
Standing up the youth grabbed a hold of his father's arm and held tight. Youji and Ken had gone to the left and Aya to the right, leaving them to sit and wait. But they needn't worry about that for long.
By some unseen force Omi was slammed into a tree about 100 meters away. JT yelled then ran towards him, grasping the attention of the others. Ken came running, only to be instantly pummeled by the grey haired Irish man he knew all too well. Youji got closer, only to be distracted by Schuldig. And that only left Aya.
But Aya had gone the shortest distance before he was attacked. Was attacked the right word though? Did Brad really attack? No, he just plopped out in front of him and kept dodging his strikes. It really pissed the red head off.
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Ken fell to the ground with a loud thud. Pushing himself up onto his elbows he saw 'berserker' turn his attention from him to someone else. As he turned his gaze as well his eyes got wide with fear.
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JT was running towards his father, he was almost there. He saw the brown haired member of Schwartz standing far away, but he was still able to inflict pain on the blonde that was Omi. He was half way there, but, damn, did it seem such a long distance. He could see his father struggling, clawing at his throat, trying to breathe it seemed.
He was panting, thinking only of saving his father. He was neither aware, nor alert when he heard a loud bang and a cracking sound. Before he knew it, JT was floored, a sudden pain running flames through his veins. He lay still for a moment, then twitched. Why couldn't he move? Scratch that, why couldn't he see? Why was it getting harder to breathe? In the dark haze he thought he could distinctly hear a cry of sorrow, a laugh of triumph and a 'mission accomplished'. Pushing it from his slowly fading mind he shut his eyes and let the sleep take over him, he was so very tired right now and all he wanted to do was sleep...
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Ken crawled over to the still teenager as Omi fell three feet in the air to the trunk of a tree. Youji was limping his way over as Aya watched intensely from his spot above eye level. The soccer coach looked at the figure next to him. He looked like he was asleep, but he was so pale. Reaching down he gently touched the boy's neck, then gasped. As He pushed himself away he ran into Youji. When the wire wielder gave him an odd look he froze.
"He isn't breathing!"
~TBC
Dun dun dun! Heh! The next chapter will blow you away! I promise I'll write it as quick as I can, if not by Friday or Saturday then I'll do it over the weekend when I have more time, okay? Heh, leave me your comments, I bet you're really wired now, huh? Hehe, I'm so evil.
A/N: I'm trying to start updating frequently but life is getting in the way. Well, besides that...Heh, I think JT is so cute, don't you? Hmm, next he may need to get a girlfriend...or boyfriend. Which do you prefer? Tell me on the review board! Thanx!
Chapter 10: Back to the norm
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the flowers never looked happier. They were all in full blossom and each shedding its own beautiful scent. Ken opened the shop officially while Youji was still yawning and Aya was setting up the cash register. All turned their attention to the door when it squeaked open.
JT yawned as he walked over to the coat rack and pulled on his apron. Omi still stood in the doorway, looking about at the store. The only clothes he had were his old worn green tunic, so he had borrowed a pair of JT's shorts and a shirt.
Last night JT had pulled his father off, up the stairs before anyone could have a proper conversation with him. They hadn't even had a proper welcome. The three older members of the group went over to their newly found friend and circled him.
"Omi..." Ken smiled at him.
Omi smiled his old, sweetly innocent smile at them. If you stood JT next to him and had them both smile you wouldn't be able to mistake their relationship. Youji couldn't believe how little he had changed over thirteen years.
"So, what've you been up to for so long?" He asked.
Omi shifted, then glanced towards the table JT was snoozing at. He motioned to it, asking if they could sit and talk. Aya began to walk over ahead of them and kicked JT out.
"The adults need to talk, go water the flowers."
The teen looked at him curiously, then nodded. When he got up his father took his place in the chair and the others around him. There was a small silence, in which JT's complaining could be made out. Omi threw him blue orbs.
"He's grown."
Youji smiled. "Of course he did, did you expect him to stay a baby forever?'
The playboy jogged Aya's memory. Turning to the small blonde he frowned. "Omi, over the last several years we've watched JT grow and with him came some rather interesting abilities, shall we say."
"Yeah, like blowing fuses with a screech or throwing pots at us without using his hands." Ken joined in.
Aya continued. "We've been able to keep his power under control but now that you're back we can ask you the questions that have plagued us for years now. Why is JT the way he is? Does it have to do with his mother? Who is his mother any ways? And why didn't you come to us sooner with him?"
All of the questions bombarded the original Bombay. He shifted more, than sighed. Shaking his head he looked to all of his friends.
"In all honesty, I can't tell you much of JT myself, but I'll tell you what I know." He paused, taking in the odd expressions of the others. He glanced back to the teen in question, then frowned, returning his gaze to whence it came.
"JT has no mother, or, none that I'm aware of. You see, for a long while I was captured by Schwartz. During my captivity I was used by some of their 'clients', shall we say, as a sort of 'donor.' I had learned to put up with it, but one of their projects was a bit too complicated and I couldn't simply ignore it. In truth, JT is a biological recreation of myself, infused with some kind of valuable genetics. I suppose you may call him a sort of clone."
He paused again.
Ken looked from the father, to the 'son' and back to the father. All of these revelations were a bit too much for him. He rubbed his temples as the other two tried to figure things out for themselves.
Youji thought shortly, not really about the news, but of other things.
"So that's why I can get along with him so well, he's another version of our Omi here. Huh, interesting." He thought.
Aya stared at him blankly, taking it all in. He had a hard time trying to think of their surrogate son as a clone, but that was apparently true. He shook his head multiple times, then gripped the table strongly. "Go on." He urged.
Omi frowned again. "I wasn't told exactly what the project was but I was allowed to see the end product, my 'son'. I knew what they wanted of him, they wanted him to be Schwartz, that's why they were after me, after him. Luckily one of the medical researchers had taken pity on me and helped me get JT and take him away. We were caught and many were killed, but I got away and gave JT to you. That's all that mattered. From then on I was just running, it's all I could do."
Now was the meaningful silence. All four looked to one another and shrugged or shook their head. Ken raised his head up then.
"So, why did you originally name him 'Rage'?
"Heh, that's easy. His project name was storm or something odd, but it made more sense. They knew with time he would mature and his powers would grow. Someday he will, or perhaps he can already, manipulate the environment. Now imagine if Schwartz had that power, they could create hurricanes or twisters at will. Now do you see why he was so wanted by them? He's a greater asset to them than the whole of Schwartz together, well except for maybe Nagi."
They were interrupted when I pot went whizzing by Ken's head and crashed into the wall. Four pairs of eyes turned to the youth, who looked amazed at himself.
"I didn't do it." He said quickly.
"Then who did?!" Ken yelled, a bit shaken from the near UFO attack.
"Bob did."
Three confused expressions.
"Who's Bob?" Youji asked, getting up.
As he approached JT began to fidget and his eyes darted around wildly. When his uncle was a foot away form him he shrugged and smiled. "Uh, gotta go!"
And with that the teen went off at mock speed through the back door and up the stairs to his apartment, most likely locking himself in.
"What a weird kid." Youji mumbled, smiling.
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"What a pity, Bombay is back with Weiss."
Nagi looked over to Schuldig, who was smirking rather oddly. He furrowed his brow and sighed.
"So why do you look so pleased then? He got away, as well as his son. What are we going to do now?"
At that time Crawford entered, looking just as amused as the German. The youngest, apparently, was not aware of something.
"Bombay may be back with Weiss, but that doesn't mean they've won. Not by a long shot. We still have a few trump cards we can rely on. Just wait, by the time we're through with them they'll be begging us to kill them."
The team leader looked especially happy, in a grim way. They had a plan and that plan was going to rid them of their Weiss problems. The telekenetic smiled to himself, of course Weiss was his enemy but...why did they always seem to be after them? They went out of their way to trouble them. He supposed that they still had something they wanted, and if they couldn't have it than no one could.
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JT typed away happily at the computer keyboard as his father watched him from their bed; he was smiling at him. When he finally paused for a brief finger break he sighed longingly and tilted his head way back, so as to see his father.
Omi watched the little 'Bombay kitten', as he was refered since there were now two Bombays; the cat and the kitten. The others had been right, the child acted much like he had when he was young, smiling and happy, overly optimistic about everything and so damned happy with computers. He hadn't been by a computer for years but the memory of it was still installed in his mind.
JT turned his bright eyes towards him. "Do you want to try now, dad?"
Omi faltered. The boy had already gotten into the habit of calling him 'dad'. He had expected him to be all emotional about it saying that he needed time but no, he accepted it, with great enthusiasm.
He walked over to the computer and sat in the seat as his son removed himself. Sitting down he flexed his fingers and gently traced the keyboard with his fingers, getting the feel of it. Carefully he began to type away, slowly at first then picking up the pace until he had lapped his son's speed thrice. JT stared over his shoulder, amazed.
When he was finished Omi turned to look at his wide-eyed son. "Well? How was I?"
For a few moments the youth didn't respond, then shook his head, mouth agape. "You suck." He smiled.
Omi smiled at the child's way of giving praise. He stood up, ruffling the boy's hair, then lead him to bed.
"Okay, it's late, now bed time. Tomorrow we can start our typing sessions on my old laptop, that is if the others haven't tossed it out already."
JT crawled into his spot and watched his father lift up the covers and crawl in himself. For a few minutes both stared at one another, then closed their eyes to sleep. It had been a fairly long day and sleep was neccecary.
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Aya sat, cross-legged on the couch, watching Youji and Ken play a game of chess. Omi's words earlier still echoed in his mind. JT was a clone, he had no mother. Schwartz wanted him for his powers; he was strong already and he would become stronger. It was enough to give one a headache.
"I still can't believe it."
The red head looked up and over to the honey-blonde man who was apparently winning the game. Youji turned to look at him.
"JT is too lively to be what Omi said he was. And what about his power? How do they know his strength will multiply? I think they're only guessing, and besides, you need a male and a female to make life, right? JT has to have a mother."
Ken 'ah'ed happily, finding a move, then joined the conversation as Youji stared at the board in ghastly surprise, noticing he was check mated.
"If he really is a clone then he wouldn't need a mother, a clone is just a reproduction of one parents cells, he would only need Omi, no female required. And as far as power goes, well, he is an experiment which leaves room for failures but my guess is they know what will happen, so we just have to keep it under control, right?"
Aya frowned. He had no clue as to what to do now. Omi was back, that was great, Kritiker was going ballistic, JT was much happier than he had been in awhile and they all got to spend time with each other. What else could be better? How about...not being stalked by another group of assassins, and a weird one at that.
"What does it matter? In any way, in any case, he is still the same as he has always been, nothing has changed. We've kept him under control until now haven't we? We can do it for as long as it's needed. I wouldn't bother worrying about it, its out of our hands." He replied coolly.
The other two were silent, their game of chess over.
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JT sat on the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It had been midnight when Ken had come knocking on their door and told them they had a mission. Man, this job cuts into a lot of sleeping time, he thought.
The adults were much more upbeat, probably from doing it for so many years before. He couldn't really hear what they were saying, or wasn't trying to at least, but what he could make out was that they would be going somewhere tonight. Great, less sleep.
"Come on JT, time to go."
Omi called to his son from the bottom of the stairs as the other three went up. The teen sighed, yawned, than ran to catch up. He didn't know where they were going, but it didn't matter. As Aya had once said, a mission was a mission.
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They acted like thieves, prowling around in the darkness in their dark clothes. Omi had borrowed a pair of Youji's clothes this time, big mistake for him since the pants bared his mid rift and the shirt no where near covered down to his belly. At the very least he got to where a warm black coat over it so he didn't look so much as a...what had JT called him? A slut, that was it.
JT's outfit was much like his had been, the black pants and shirt with a black coat over it and black gloves, it was like dejavu looking at him. They had headed off to a park, a dark cold, misty park. Why they were there he had no idea but the name Schwartz popped up a few times in conversation.
As they were walking he grumbled loudly and gripped about the situation. When finally they came to a bench he sat down as the others circled and made a plot. He really didn't care, he just wanted to sleep. Oh what he would give to go back to being a 'normal' teen again. Then a noise caught their attention; laughing. Deep, nasal laughing.
"Schwartz." Aya growled quietly.
Standing up the youth grabbed a hold of his father's arm and held tight. Youji and Ken had gone to the left and Aya to the right, leaving them to sit and wait. But they needn't worry about that for long.
By some unseen force Omi was slammed into a tree about 100 meters away. JT yelled then ran towards him, grasping the attention of the others. Ken came running, only to be instantly pummeled by the grey haired Irish man he knew all too well. Youji got closer, only to be distracted by Schuldig. And that only left Aya.
But Aya had gone the shortest distance before he was attacked. Was attacked the right word though? Did Brad really attack? No, he just plopped out in front of him and kept dodging his strikes. It really pissed the red head off.
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Ken fell to the ground with a loud thud. Pushing himself up onto his elbows he saw 'berserker' turn his attention from him to someone else. As he turned his gaze as well his eyes got wide with fear.
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JT was running towards his father, he was almost there. He saw the brown haired member of Schwartz standing far away, but he was still able to inflict pain on the blonde that was Omi. He was half way there, but, damn, did it seem such a long distance. He could see his father struggling, clawing at his throat, trying to breathe it seemed.
He was panting, thinking only of saving his father. He was neither aware, nor alert when he heard a loud bang and a cracking sound. Before he knew it, JT was floored, a sudden pain running flames through his veins. He lay still for a moment, then twitched. Why couldn't he move? Scratch that, why couldn't he see? Why was it getting harder to breathe? In the dark haze he thought he could distinctly hear a cry of sorrow, a laugh of triumph and a 'mission accomplished'. Pushing it from his slowly fading mind he shut his eyes and let the sleep take over him, he was so very tired right now and all he wanted to do was sleep...
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Ken crawled over to the still teenager as Omi fell three feet in the air to the trunk of a tree. Youji was limping his way over as Aya watched intensely from his spot above eye level. The soccer coach looked at the figure next to him. He looked like he was asleep, but he was so pale. Reaching down he gently touched the boy's neck, then gasped. As He pushed himself away he ran into Youji. When the wire wielder gave him an odd look he froze.
"He isn't breathing!"
~TBC
Dun dun dun! Heh! The next chapter will blow you away! I promise I'll write it as quick as I can, if not by Friday or Saturday then I'll do it over the weekend when I have more time, okay? Heh, leave me your comments, I bet you're really wired now, huh? Hehe, I'm so evil.