Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, but boy if I did I'd be happy.
A/N: Wow, thanks for all your reviews guys! They make me all happy and want to write more! So, yes Nagi helped JT, which I suppose seems a bit odd for the enemy but I kinda think that they are kind, just not when they're on the job trying to annoy Weiss. Oh well, who cares what I think any ways? Okay, here we go! (Note: I know others spell Schwartz with out the T but its my personal preference with the T so if it bugs you, sorry.)
Chapter 12: The hunter
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"My son! My little boy!"
Omi nuzzled JT's soft hair, hugging and kissing him at the same time. JT squirmed, trying to get loose. He could hear his uncles in the back round, laughing just as much as his father was. When Omi finally did let go the teen faked a gag and then sighed.
"Geez, dad, are you trying to kill me? You have a tight grip."
The blonde father smiled at his son. "I'm sorry. I'm just happy."
"Right, well, you be happy over there and I'll be alive over here."
JT nudged himself over with his arms; away from his father, who was still smiling. Youji came over at that time and ruffled his hair. The physical 'abuse' was starting to get on his nerves.
"We were all worried about you kid, don't be so hard on your pops."
"Hehehe."
The youth began to snicker as his father turned to the older blonde.
"'Pops'? What kind of name is that?"
"Its just 'cause you're his dad and, you know...pops, you know."
As the two were bickering back and forth Ken came over and leaned on the bed, so JT leaned in.
"What's up Uncle Ken?"
The soccer teacher smiled. "I'm just happy to see you smiling again, we were all worried about you. And now you're back, thanks to an odd source of hope."
At that Aya came over as well. "That's right, a member of Schwartz helped us, is that weird or what? I wonder how that came about."
Omi paused in the middle of his sentence as he was bickering with Youji. A soft smile spread on his lips, which he quickly covered with his hand.
"Maybe he just wanted to do what was right. I'm sure they're not all that bad."
That comment silenced the room.
"Omi, are you hiding something from us?" Youji eventually spoke up.
The youngest of the adults flinched. "N-no! Of course not! This is Weiss, no secrets aloud!"
"Oh, if that's so then I have a few things to tell you."
All eyes were on the youth in the bed, who began to speak.
"When I was five I dropped a pot and put it by Ken, who was sleeping and blamed it on him. Then when I was seven, I let a dog in the house and it was the one that messed up the place when we were out, not burglars. And then when I was twelve I-"
"Okay, JT, not what we meant. Hey wait, you dropped the pot by yourself then blamed me? That came out of my salary!"
JT laughed nervously, shrugging his shoulders. While the others were shaking their heads disapprovingly Omi was secretly laughing, giving him the thumbs up signal.
When the clock struck out nine everyone turned to the other.
"Pizza tonight?" Youji asked.
"Sounds good." Ken confirmed.
"Sure thing, come on JT, let's go watch a movie."
"Yay!"
As the adults made their way to the door the teen began to crawl from the bed and put his feet down on the ground. However, when he tried to stand up all he successfully did was fall to the ground with a loud thump.
"Ouch!" He screeched. "Uncle Ken, Uncle Aya! Daddy!"
Upon the calls for their attention they all turned, stunned to see that the child was not right behind them but, rather, sprawled out on the floor. He tried several times to stand up, only to fall right back down again. He looked up alarmed.
"Why can't I move my legs?!"
Everyone froze. Nagi had been able to pull him back from his coma but he had said he wasn't able to cure any disabilities if there were any. This was great.
Omi ran over to his son and tried to lift him up, but he was too small for it and not very strong, his strengths were long distance combat, not strength.
The rest of the team came over to inspect. Ken tried, but failed just as much, he was strong but JT was nearly full grown and lifting him wouldn't be an easy task. Youji got closer, lifting him up off the floor, but then dropping him.
"Ow! Thanks a lot uncle Youji!"
"Sorry." The playboy said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender.
"Move aside, let me try."
The red head stepped close to the boy, grabbing him under the arm and about the waist, then hoisted him up, supporting him on his hip.
"See? That's not so hard."
Just as he was triumphantly parading the boy around JT suddenly grabbed him around the neck, causing him to slip and fall, making a small dog pile.
"Great, no one can carry him, you're too fat JT! Lose some weight!" Youji yelled.
Omi smacked him on the back, then went over to the pile up. Ken followed.
"Now what do we do? We have to get JT around the house and we don't have a wheel chair."
"State the obvious why don't you ken." The oldest blond said, joining them as well.
"No, I can carry him, he just can't grab me like that. He caught me off guard, that's all."
Aya stood back up then tried picking the boy up again. This time he knelt down and let him climb on his back.
"Now, no grabbing the collar bone this time." He warned.
"Okay." JT nodded, grabbing his uncle's shirt.
The others laughed at the child's hand placement.
"Uhm, move your hands to my shoulders, not my chest, please."
"Picky, picky." The youth mumbled, doing as he was told.
When they were finally arranged they made their way down to the basement, Aya taking special care on the steps, since JT was weighing him down and nearly pushing him down the stairs. When they were finally at the bottom he dropped the child on the couch, by his father, and sat near by. Youji had gone to the kitchen to order their pizza.
"Now, what do we want to watch?" Ken asked, switching the TV on.
JT quickly grabbed the remote and switched the channels. Aya watched him as he happily flipped through nearly everything then stopped. Disney?
"Hell no!" He screeched.
"Who can't walk, Uncle Aya?"
Ohh, that was an unfair victory tactic. He couldn't say 'no'! Grumbling he sat back down and folded his arms. Ken was trying to remain good-humored, but child shows still weren't his thing. Then Youji walked in.
"Pizza should be here in a few min- hey! Lion King!"
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"Nice work traitor!"
Schuldig slapped the youngest of Schwartz across the face, hard, forcing him to the ground. Picking himself back up he frowned, closing his eyes in defiance.
"I did what I thought was best. He's utterly useless if he's dead. Besides, you shouldn't be too upset, he's paralyzed from the waist down."
Before the German could get in another slap or scream Crawford interrupted.
"Now, now, this may not be as bad as we thought. Perhaps Nagi is right, maybe he is more useful alive. You'll be forgiven this one slip up but next time you won't be so lucky. Is that understood?"
The boy smirked. "Of course."
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"I wanna go too! Let me go!"
JT sat, pouting on the couch. The others were getting ready to leave him behind on their mission, but he refused to be left alone.
"Come on! I want to come! If you don't let me I'll just follow!"
Aya snorted in amusement. "If I have to carry you then how exactly will you follow? On that same note I refuse to carry you around like a backpack. Now stay."
They were half way up the stairs when JT began to shout again.
"You can't leave me here! I'm coming!"
He tried once again to stand up, only to fall down on the ground. Aya smiled down at him, then followed the others out of the apartment and into the dark streets.
Lying on his stomach on the floor JT began to get angry. With all his strength he pulled himself by the arms to the stairs, up the stairs and into the garage, where his old wagon was kept. Climbing in he grabbed the gears and started to push himself towards the garage door. Lucky for him his uncles had installed some extra gear so he wouldn't have to do everything manually, this thing was practically a race car. Practically.
"I may look like an idiot but I don't care. They can't leave me behind and they're going to see that!"
Repeating that over and over again in his mind the teen made his way out the garage door, and began to propel himself through the streets. His uncles weren't that hard to follow, they had already told them where they were going.
"The old steel mill. Hooray for old places. Stupid people, try and leave me all alone, we'll see. We'll just see."
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The old steel mill, perhaps the creepiest place they could have imagined. It was large, dark and rusty. Every step you took there would be a noise to accompany it. They had been wandering about inside for nearly an hour and found nothing. They weren't even quite sure what they were looking for. Deciding it better to just stop and go back outside and do a perimeter check, to see if perhaps they had missed something, they left the building.
"This is useless, if we don't know what we're looking for how are we going to know what it is when we see it?" Ken complained.
"I don't know, just keep looking I guess. We were brought here for a reason. Lets just hope it has nothing to do with Schwartz."
As if on cue to Aya' words a very loud, almost cackling, laughter resounded through out the abandoned area. It was easily recognized as Schuldig's.
"So, Weiss, how have you been? Did you have fun at our last meeting? Well, if not this one is bound to be much more interesting."
Omi glanced around, looking for someone or something, only to have to quickly dodge a rather large metal spike, purposely thrown at him.
"Hey! Watch it!" He screeched.
"Sorry, but we're enemies now, remember?"
The brown haired member of Schwartz became visible from the shadows, closely followed by the other three. They seemed awfully smug.
"You! You hurt JT! He can't walk anymore because of you! You're going to pay for that!" Youji yelled out.
"Ah, yes, but I hear that our little Nagi helped you pull him back from the coma he was supposed to be trapped in. You owe us some sort of thanks, don't you think?" Crawford asked.
"Thanks?! If you hadn't done anything he wouldn't have needed help! Tell us! What do you want?!" Ken started to get angry as well.
"Hm, good question. But don't you know? Your Omi knows, why not ask him? In all honesty all we want is the boy, we won't harm him, just merely use him to our advantage, that's all."
Now this was really getting interesting. Before another word could escape either side there was a loud crash, like a pile of pipes had been knocked over, or garbage cans. Turning to face the cause all breathing stopped.
"Come on! Stupid breaks! Uncle Ken, you didn't fix this like you said you would!"
JT came 'driving' over to them, instantly slamming on the crummy breaks, which did nothing more than make him swerve into Ken himself. Putting the steering lever down the teen put his hands on his hips and pouted.
"I told you, you couldn't leave with out me! And I told you I'd follow you! So there!"
"I can't believe it." Aya gawked, looking at the child who was beating up on his uncle ken for not fixing the breaks.
"What a welcome surprise!"
The German voice gathered back their attention. JT looked up from his beating on his uncle to the four men looking down on them.
"It's them again!" He screeched.
"Nice to see you, Bombay kitten. Though, I honestly didn't expect you to be back so soon."
"GRR! It just so happens I came just so I could beat you up for what you did! So come on, bring it on!"
"Uhm, JT, you really don't want to do that." Ken warned.
"Yes I do!"
"No, you really don't!"
To emphasize the soccer playing Weiss cat Schuldig immediately jumped down, followed by the others, and attacked. Ken pushed JT over, the wagon toppling over on him. He would remember to beat on Ken more for that one.
Grabbing their respective fighting partners the same old battle between them ensued. JT sat, his legs covered by the wagon, watching it all. He couldn't do that, not any more, now he couldn't do the things he used to. He couldn't walk, run, fight, kick or play games, he had to sit all day, forever. The realization was a bit unnerving.
Just as the shock had set in he heard something, a voice? Wait, but this was in his head. Was it the creepy German? No, he was too busy with Youji. Then where was it coming from?
"I can help." It said quickly. "I can fix your legs. And I can help you get them back for all that they did to you."
JT looked around frantically. No one but himself.
"Who are you?" he asked mentally.
"I just want to help. My name is Masafumi. I'm your uncle."
"My uncle? What? I didn't know I had an uncle. This is weird!"
The teen began to stress in his mind. He didn't know he had an uncle, not aside from the three whom took care of him. But he did remember them saying he did have actually family, but they were all dead. If he was dead...how was he talking to him?
"I want to make it up to Mamoru. As Mamoru's son I can do that through you. I can make it better."
"But, uhm...You're dead."
"Your point?"
Okay, now it was getting even more weird. The voice of his dead uncle was starting to get sarcastic. He looked around again to his uncles and father. They weren't hearing this? Of course not, this was in his head.
"Maybe I'm insane." He reasoned.
"You're not insane. Now, let me help. Everything will be better, you'll see."
JT began to break. "So I'll be able to walk again?"
"Of course." The voice answered.
"And I'll be strong again?"
"Even stronger than before."
That last comment should have been the clue to not trust what this voice was saying, but he let it go by. Mentally agreeing the teen sat and waited. Just as he thought he really had gone insane he saw a glow start to form between each fighting party. Upon that all actions halted.
The light was building up, becoming stronger and stronger. Then, it finally peaked as a great, white orb. They all stared at it, watching as it swirled with mist, making its way over to the sitting youth. When it stopped inches away from him he took it into his hands, inspecting it.
The teen's blonde hair shimmered in the orb's light. His eyes sparkled a beautiful bright aqua, making him seem like a god. Opening his mouth a little to take in an unbelieving breath the misty orb entered his body, causing him to grasp his throat. The mist felt like a strange air flowing through his lungs, taking over his body. Then it happened.
Then light again, but this time coming from his own body. He left something different, something was taking over, but he liked it. He could feel strength returning to his legs once more but that wasn't all. Power was surging through his veins, he felt incredible.
The light finally over took him, grasping him in a cocoon. The light was blinding as it adjusted and molded. Weiss and Schwartz looked on in morbid curiosity as the light finally died down. What it showed floored them all.
Omi gasped. "That's isn't my son..."
He was right, the thing that was kneeling there wasn't his son it was, well, it looked like him but there was no possible way it could be. It was evil, that much was obvious. No longer did the teen look like a beautiful god in his shorts and T-shirt, but a dark god in black Capri's and a short black tank top, decorated with many gothic like bands and ornaments.
His eyes snapped open. They were no longer the bright shining aqua, but a dark, cold, forest green.
"Oh crap..." Schuldig muttered.
"JT, what happened?"
The person, or thing, ignored the voice of the person who was his father and stood, much to everyone's surprise. He looked at them all, then smirked at them.
"Nice work, all of you. You have so much power together that I was able to open the void between death and life and control it. Too bad for you, you couldn't see that together you have such power. Oh well, now you know."
As the thing turned Ken called out. "JT! Wait!"
Running over and trying to grab the person he was surprised to have a backlash. He was thrown right back to where he started from, and he hadn't even touched him!
The figure stopped, then smirked even wider. "I'll be seeing you. All of you."
And with that, he hopped up into the fence, then continued on a path that led him all the way through the steel mill and then disappeared.
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There was a hushed silence between all. Schwartz hadn't run yet and Weiss was still trying to collect themselves. Youji was helping Ken back to his feet when Crawford approached them. For a moment they put their guard up, then dropped it seeing they no longer wanted to fight. He began to speak.
"I can see now we have a bigger problem than before; both of us. I propose that, for now, we work together. What do you say?"
They needed to think the proposition over, but not for long. Aya came over and took his extended hand.
"Deal. Help us get JT back."
"We're going to do more than that, we're going to help you tap into this power we have together."
~TBC
Wow, that took a turn even I wasn't expecting. Oh well, makes it interesting! Lesse, do I need to explain anything? The wagon, I guess as a kid JT got spoiled a bit, who could blame the others though. So, yeah, now Weiss and Schwartz will be working together! Hope you enjoyed! And sorry for the lack of updates, I work late so I get really tired sometimes. I hope to have one up before Halloween!
A/N: Wow, thanks for all your reviews guys! They make me all happy and want to write more! So, yes Nagi helped JT, which I suppose seems a bit odd for the enemy but I kinda think that they are kind, just not when they're on the job trying to annoy Weiss. Oh well, who cares what I think any ways? Okay, here we go! (Note: I know others spell Schwartz with out the T but its my personal preference with the T so if it bugs you, sorry.)
Chapter 12: The hunter
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"My son! My little boy!"
Omi nuzzled JT's soft hair, hugging and kissing him at the same time. JT squirmed, trying to get loose. He could hear his uncles in the back round, laughing just as much as his father was. When Omi finally did let go the teen faked a gag and then sighed.
"Geez, dad, are you trying to kill me? You have a tight grip."
The blonde father smiled at his son. "I'm sorry. I'm just happy."
"Right, well, you be happy over there and I'll be alive over here."
JT nudged himself over with his arms; away from his father, who was still smiling. Youji came over at that time and ruffled his hair. The physical 'abuse' was starting to get on his nerves.
"We were all worried about you kid, don't be so hard on your pops."
"Hehehe."
The youth began to snicker as his father turned to the older blonde.
"'Pops'? What kind of name is that?"
"Its just 'cause you're his dad and, you know...pops, you know."
As the two were bickering back and forth Ken came over and leaned on the bed, so JT leaned in.
"What's up Uncle Ken?"
The soccer teacher smiled. "I'm just happy to see you smiling again, we were all worried about you. And now you're back, thanks to an odd source of hope."
At that Aya came over as well. "That's right, a member of Schwartz helped us, is that weird or what? I wonder how that came about."
Omi paused in the middle of his sentence as he was bickering with Youji. A soft smile spread on his lips, which he quickly covered with his hand.
"Maybe he just wanted to do what was right. I'm sure they're not all that bad."
That comment silenced the room.
"Omi, are you hiding something from us?" Youji eventually spoke up.
The youngest of the adults flinched. "N-no! Of course not! This is Weiss, no secrets aloud!"
"Oh, if that's so then I have a few things to tell you."
All eyes were on the youth in the bed, who began to speak.
"When I was five I dropped a pot and put it by Ken, who was sleeping and blamed it on him. Then when I was seven, I let a dog in the house and it was the one that messed up the place when we were out, not burglars. And then when I was twelve I-"
"Okay, JT, not what we meant. Hey wait, you dropped the pot by yourself then blamed me? That came out of my salary!"
JT laughed nervously, shrugging his shoulders. While the others were shaking their heads disapprovingly Omi was secretly laughing, giving him the thumbs up signal.
When the clock struck out nine everyone turned to the other.
"Pizza tonight?" Youji asked.
"Sounds good." Ken confirmed.
"Sure thing, come on JT, let's go watch a movie."
"Yay!"
As the adults made their way to the door the teen began to crawl from the bed and put his feet down on the ground. However, when he tried to stand up all he successfully did was fall to the ground with a loud thump.
"Ouch!" He screeched. "Uncle Ken, Uncle Aya! Daddy!"
Upon the calls for their attention they all turned, stunned to see that the child was not right behind them but, rather, sprawled out on the floor. He tried several times to stand up, only to fall right back down again. He looked up alarmed.
"Why can't I move my legs?!"
Everyone froze. Nagi had been able to pull him back from his coma but he had said he wasn't able to cure any disabilities if there were any. This was great.
Omi ran over to his son and tried to lift him up, but he was too small for it and not very strong, his strengths were long distance combat, not strength.
The rest of the team came over to inspect. Ken tried, but failed just as much, he was strong but JT was nearly full grown and lifting him wouldn't be an easy task. Youji got closer, lifting him up off the floor, but then dropping him.
"Ow! Thanks a lot uncle Youji!"
"Sorry." The playboy said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender.
"Move aside, let me try."
The red head stepped close to the boy, grabbing him under the arm and about the waist, then hoisted him up, supporting him on his hip.
"See? That's not so hard."
Just as he was triumphantly parading the boy around JT suddenly grabbed him around the neck, causing him to slip and fall, making a small dog pile.
"Great, no one can carry him, you're too fat JT! Lose some weight!" Youji yelled.
Omi smacked him on the back, then went over to the pile up. Ken followed.
"Now what do we do? We have to get JT around the house and we don't have a wheel chair."
"State the obvious why don't you ken." The oldest blond said, joining them as well.
"No, I can carry him, he just can't grab me like that. He caught me off guard, that's all."
Aya stood back up then tried picking the boy up again. This time he knelt down and let him climb on his back.
"Now, no grabbing the collar bone this time." He warned.
"Okay." JT nodded, grabbing his uncle's shirt.
The others laughed at the child's hand placement.
"Uhm, move your hands to my shoulders, not my chest, please."
"Picky, picky." The youth mumbled, doing as he was told.
When they were finally arranged they made their way down to the basement, Aya taking special care on the steps, since JT was weighing him down and nearly pushing him down the stairs. When they were finally at the bottom he dropped the child on the couch, by his father, and sat near by. Youji had gone to the kitchen to order their pizza.
"Now, what do we want to watch?" Ken asked, switching the TV on.
JT quickly grabbed the remote and switched the channels. Aya watched him as he happily flipped through nearly everything then stopped. Disney?
"Hell no!" He screeched.
"Who can't walk, Uncle Aya?"
Ohh, that was an unfair victory tactic. He couldn't say 'no'! Grumbling he sat back down and folded his arms. Ken was trying to remain good-humored, but child shows still weren't his thing. Then Youji walked in.
"Pizza should be here in a few min- hey! Lion King!"
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"Nice work traitor!"
Schuldig slapped the youngest of Schwartz across the face, hard, forcing him to the ground. Picking himself back up he frowned, closing his eyes in defiance.
"I did what I thought was best. He's utterly useless if he's dead. Besides, you shouldn't be too upset, he's paralyzed from the waist down."
Before the German could get in another slap or scream Crawford interrupted.
"Now, now, this may not be as bad as we thought. Perhaps Nagi is right, maybe he is more useful alive. You'll be forgiven this one slip up but next time you won't be so lucky. Is that understood?"
The boy smirked. "Of course."
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"I wanna go too! Let me go!"
JT sat, pouting on the couch. The others were getting ready to leave him behind on their mission, but he refused to be left alone.
"Come on! I want to come! If you don't let me I'll just follow!"
Aya snorted in amusement. "If I have to carry you then how exactly will you follow? On that same note I refuse to carry you around like a backpack. Now stay."
They were half way up the stairs when JT began to shout again.
"You can't leave me here! I'm coming!"
He tried once again to stand up, only to fall down on the ground. Aya smiled down at him, then followed the others out of the apartment and into the dark streets.
Lying on his stomach on the floor JT began to get angry. With all his strength he pulled himself by the arms to the stairs, up the stairs and into the garage, where his old wagon was kept. Climbing in he grabbed the gears and started to push himself towards the garage door. Lucky for him his uncles had installed some extra gear so he wouldn't have to do everything manually, this thing was practically a race car. Practically.
"I may look like an idiot but I don't care. They can't leave me behind and they're going to see that!"
Repeating that over and over again in his mind the teen made his way out the garage door, and began to propel himself through the streets. His uncles weren't that hard to follow, they had already told them where they were going.
"The old steel mill. Hooray for old places. Stupid people, try and leave me all alone, we'll see. We'll just see."
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The old steel mill, perhaps the creepiest place they could have imagined. It was large, dark and rusty. Every step you took there would be a noise to accompany it. They had been wandering about inside for nearly an hour and found nothing. They weren't even quite sure what they were looking for. Deciding it better to just stop and go back outside and do a perimeter check, to see if perhaps they had missed something, they left the building.
"This is useless, if we don't know what we're looking for how are we going to know what it is when we see it?" Ken complained.
"I don't know, just keep looking I guess. We were brought here for a reason. Lets just hope it has nothing to do with Schwartz."
As if on cue to Aya' words a very loud, almost cackling, laughter resounded through out the abandoned area. It was easily recognized as Schuldig's.
"So, Weiss, how have you been? Did you have fun at our last meeting? Well, if not this one is bound to be much more interesting."
Omi glanced around, looking for someone or something, only to have to quickly dodge a rather large metal spike, purposely thrown at him.
"Hey! Watch it!" He screeched.
"Sorry, but we're enemies now, remember?"
The brown haired member of Schwartz became visible from the shadows, closely followed by the other three. They seemed awfully smug.
"You! You hurt JT! He can't walk anymore because of you! You're going to pay for that!" Youji yelled out.
"Ah, yes, but I hear that our little Nagi helped you pull him back from the coma he was supposed to be trapped in. You owe us some sort of thanks, don't you think?" Crawford asked.
"Thanks?! If you hadn't done anything he wouldn't have needed help! Tell us! What do you want?!" Ken started to get angry as well.
"Hm, good question. But don't you know? Your Omi knows, why not ask him? In all honesty all we want is the boy, we won't harm him, just merely use him to our advantage, that's all."
Now this was really getting interesting. Before another word could escape either side there was a loud crash, like a pile of pipes had been knocked over, or garbage cans. Turning to face the cause all breathing stopped.
"Come on! Stupid breaks! Uncle Ken, you didn't fix this like you said you would!"
JT came 'driving' over to them, instantly slamming on the crummy breaks, which did nothing more than make him swerve into Ken himself. Putting the steering lever down the teen put his hands on his hips and pouted.
"I told you, you couldn't leave with out me! And I told you I'd follow you! So there!"
"I can't believe it." Aya gawked, looking at the child who was beating up on his uncle ken for not fixing the breaks.
"What a welcome surprise!"
The German voice gathered back their attention. JT looked up from his beating on his uncle to the four men looking down on them.
"It's them again!" He screeched.
"Nice to see you, Bombay kitten. Though, I honestly didn't expect you to be back so soon."
"GRR! It just so happens I came just so I could beat you up for what you did! So come on, bring it on!"
"Uhm, JT, you really don't want to do that." Ken warned.
"Yes I do!"
"No, you really don't!"
To emphasize the soccer playing Weiss cat Schuldig immediately jumped down, followed by the others, and attacked. Ken pushed JT over, the wagon toppling over on him. He would remember to beat on Ken more for that one.
Grabbing their respective fighting partners the same old battle between them ensued. JT sat, his legs covered by the wagon, watching it all. He couldn't do that, not any more, now he couldn't do the things he used to. He couldn't walk, run, fight, kick or play games, he had to sit all day, forever. The realization was a bit unnerving.
Just as the shock had set in he heard something, a voice? Wait, but this was in his head. Was it the creepy German? No, he was too busy with Youji. Then where was it coming from?
"I can help." It said quickly. "I can fix your legs. And I can help you get them back for all that they did to you."
JT looked around frantically. No one but himself.
"Who are you?" he asked mentally.
"I just want to help. My name is Masafumi. I'm your uncle."
"My uncle? What? I didn't know I had an uncle. This is weird!"
The teen began to stress in his mind. He didn't know he had an uncle, not aside from the three whom took care of him. But he did remember them saying he did have actually family, but they were all dead. If he was dead...how was he talking to him?
"I want to make it up to Mamoru. As Mamoru's son I can do that through you. I can make it better."
"But, uhm...You're dead."
"Your point?"
Okay, now it was getting even more weird. The voice of his dead uncle was starting to get sarcastic. He looked around again to his uncles and father. They weren't hearing this? Of course not, this was in his head.
"Maybe I'm insane." He reasoned.
"You're not insane. Now, let me help. Everything will be better, you'll see."
JT began to break. "So I'll be able to walk again?"
"Of course." The voice answered.
"And I'll be strong again?"
"Even stronger than before."
That last comment should have been the clue to not trust what this voice was saying, but he let it go by. Mentally agreeing the teen sat and waited. Just as he thought he really had gone insane he saw a glow start to form between each fighting party. Upon that all actions halted.
The light was building up, becoming stronger and stronger. Then, it finally peaked as a great, white orb. They all stared at it, watching as it swirled with mist, making its way over to the sitting youth. When it stopped inches away from him he took it into his hands, inspecting it.
The teen's blonde hair shimmered in the orb's light. His eyes sparkled a beautiful bright aqua, making him seem like a god. Opening his mouth a little to take in an unbelieving breath the misty orb entered his body, causing him to grasp his throat. The mist felt like a strange air flowing through his lungs, taking over his body. Then it happened.
Then light again, but this time coming from his own body. He left something different, something was taking over, but he liked it. He could feel strength returning to his legs once more but that wasn't all. Power was surging through his veins, he felt incredible.
The light finally over took him, grasping him in a cocoon. The light was blinding as it adjusted and molded. Weiss and Schwartz looked on in morbid curiosity as the light finally died down. What it showed floored them all.
Omi gasped. "That's isn't my son..."
He was right, the thing that was kneeling there wasn't his son it was, well, it looked like him but there was no possible way it could be. It was evil, that much was obvious. No longer did the teen look like a beautiful god in his shorts and T-shirt, but a dark god in black Capri's and a short black tank top, decorated with many gothic like bands and ornaments.
His eyes snapped open. They were no longer the bright shining aqua, but a dark, cold, forest green.
"Oh crap..." Schuldig muttered.
"JT, what happened?"
The person, or thing, ignored the voice of the person who was his father and stood, much to everyone's surprise. He looked at them all, then smirked at them.
"Nice work, all of you. You have so much power together that I was able to open the void between death and life and control it. Too bad for you, you couldn't see that together you have such power. Oh well, now you know."
As the thing turned Ken called out. "JT! Wait!"
Running over and trying to grab the person he was surprised to have a backlash. He was thrown right back to where he started from, and he hadn't even touched him!
The figure stopped, then smirked even wider. "I'll be seeing you. All of you."
And with that, he hopped up into the fence, then continued on a path that led him all the way through the steel mill and then disappeared.
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There was a hushed silence between all. Schwartz hadn't run yet and Weiss was still trying to collect themselves. Youji was helping Ken back to his feet when Crawford approached them. For a moment they put their guard up, then dropped it seeing they no longer wanted to fight. He began to speak.
"I can see now we have a bigger problem than before; both of us. I propose that, for now, we work together. What do you say?"
They needed to think the proposition over, but not for long. Aya came over and took his extended hand.
"Deal. Help us get JT back."
"We're going to do more than that, we're going to help you tap into this power we have together."
~TBC
Wow, that took a turn even I wasn't expecting. Oh well, makes it interesting! Lesse, do I need to explain anything? The wagon, I guess as a kid JT got spoiled a bit, who could blame the others though. So, yeah, now Weiss and Schwartz will be working together! Hope you enjoyed! And sorry for the lack of updates, I work late so I get really tired sometimes. I hope to have one up before Halloween!