Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss.
A/N: Okay, so its been...2 months? Oh god, I'm so sorry guys, unfortunately I was working over time a lot since we're going out of business and then I got into a slight accident (which required medical help), and then school and family! Too much stuff! Sorry for the wait, but, I hope you enjoy the rest of it. I WILL finish it!
Chapter four: A whole new life is waiting ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Omi watched as JT walked, clumsily, around the room. He had spent the whole previous day sleeping, not that he blamed him of course. After a year of not being on his feet, consciously, it was a bit disorientating to start up again. He stumbled over to the window and looked out at the lively city below.
"How long was I asleep again?"
"A year." Omi replied, stepping closer to his son.
"A year..." The teen mumbled to himself.
Omi frowned; he hadn't yet revealed what had happened in the amount of time that he was 'gone'. And somehow he doubt the child would like the timely recap.
"JT, there's something more I need to tell you. Well, actually, a lot more. Let me start by asking you this, do you remember anything from while you were possessed."
JT swung his head to look at his father, then swung it back towards the window. He looked distant for a moment, seemingly thinking the question over in his mind, trying to find ways to answer it.
After a long silence he opened his mouth. "I remember that night, being taken over, it was like all the anger of the world was inside me. Then, gradually I drifted in and out of the world until I was finally lost to it. It was like seeing a car accident, you see it happening, you want to stop it, but you're stuck in the moment and can't do anything about it. Then, after the first month...It was just...black."
"Black?" His father repeated.
"Yeah, like a dark shroud was put over my eyes and cotton was shoved in my ears. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, but I could sense. I could almost tell when something bad had happened. And then it would get even more black, and then it went back to normal. It was like being stuck in a dream. Why?"
Omi gulped. How do you respond to an explanation like that? Shaking his head he decided just to get it out of the bushes and into the open.
"You said you could sense things? Well, I'm not sure exactly what you meant but maybe you sensed doing something bad, doing it to me."
JT looked back at his father with curious eyes.
"You attacked me, you put a pair of scissors into my chest about three inches deep. I still have a scar, I always will."
The blonde carefully lifted up his shirt and showed the large scar on his chest. It was a small slash like looking line, but it clearly looked like it had hurt. JT cringed, then quickly turned away.
What had he been doing? How could you sleep for a whole year and not have any clue as to what happened? This was all too hard to comprehend.
"Dad, can you please leave me alone? I just want to have a quick rest before I go see the others."
Omi smiled weakly. "All right. Go to bed, when you come down I'll make you something nice and hot to eat, okay?"
"Thanks, dad." He said, climbing into bed and pulling the covers over his head. "See you in a bit."
"Yes."
Leaving the boy alone the father closed the curtains and went to the door, opening it. Taking one last fleeting look in he smiled slightly, then shut the door and went to join his friends.
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JT sat awake in bed, despite how much he tried he just couldn't sleep. He wasn't really tired, he just couldn't bear to see his father again, something had changed all that time ago, now he had to deal with the consequences.
Flipping onto his back he saw that they had painted over the crack in the ceiling. That was his favorite thing to look at. Sighing he decided to just go and face the world that he had been avoiding. Putting his feet down on the ground he shivered. He quickly went to his dresser and pulled out some of his old clothes. Sliding them on he noticed that he had grown quite a bit since the last time he had worn them. Ignoring it he slipped on some socks then went to the door and left the dark room.
Going down the stairs he could hear his Uncle Ken listening to a soccer game in the basement and Aya with him, telling him to turn it down, his request promptly ignored. Sneaking past them he made his way to the kitchen, however, before he could enter he heard a startling conversation between his father and uncle.
"Are you glad he's back?" His uncle Youji was asking.
He heard his father sigh deeply. "I don't honestly know, Youji. When he was gone I missed him terribly, but now that he's back I have no idea where to pick up the pieces. I also get the feeling he has no real desire to try and restore our relationship. He's just as lost as he was back then."
He heard some shuffling and the sound of some drink being poured. Then his uncle continued again.
"Maybe he just needs time to adjust, he's finding out things that he probably doesn't want to know. He just need some space, he's aged a year, he's probably going through normal teen phases."
Again his father sighed. "In honesty, part of me wishes he had stayed that way."
The boy had to cram his hand over his mouth to prevent from gasping loud enough for them to hear. With soft tears in his eyes he listened for more.
"What?" Youji exclaimed.
"It would have been easier to just have another child than to be put through this. If he had stayed that way than eventually I would have forgotten him and the whole problem. Now I'll always be reminded of it."
He could tell that his uncle didn't believe the words that were coming from his mouth.
"Omi, he's your son, he always will be, you would never forget him. At least now you can try to repair the damage that was done. And even if there is a scar left you'll know that it's the past and the present is preserved. Maybe you need some time to adjust as well."
The youth couldn't hold it in anymore. Running from the doorway, he immediately went to his room and locked the door. Omi nor Youji had heard the sound of running feet so they simply stood with each other, talking as they always had.
"I know, even if there was a problem," Omi was saying. "We could fix it, because he's my son..Because I love him."
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Omi knocked on the door again, JT still wasn't answering. With slight worry he was just about to go get a lock pick when the door unlocked and JT peaked out.
"Who is it?" He asked with much effort.
"Its me, dad. Are you okay?"
Rubbing the tears from his eyes he nodded 'yes' then stepped out into the light of the hallway. His father looked at him critically, but chose to ignore it.
"Ken's making dinner right now, it'll be done in a few minutes. Will you eat with us?"
The teen sighed, but nodded. After what he had previously heard he really didn't WANT to, but he didn't want them knowing something else was wrong.
Omi smiled brightly. "Lets go then, they're all waiting to see you!"
He grasped the boy's hand strongly then proceeded to drag him down the stairs towards the kitchen.
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JT merely poked at his food, eating little bits of it. It wasn't that Ken was a bad cook, it was that all four of his guardians were watching him. Sad or not, he always got uncomfortable when people stared. Standing up he excused himself from the table and went back to his room.
Omi had tried to make a protest, but Youji had quickly grabbed his arm and shook his head advising him not to chase. Sighing he sat back down and buried his head in his hands. Maybe raising a child was something he was NOT meant to do...
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Aqua eyes stared hard at the cold wood floor. He couldn't help but let some stray tears fall. Grumbling he forced them away and went to his closet. Pulling out a duffle bag he began to cram some of his clothes in. Shorts, pants, T-shirts, turtle necks, socks, boxers and even his bathing suit. Pausing he asked himself why he would need it, he wasn't going to Florida.
Finishing up he shoved his life savings in the bag as well as his journal and his father's cell phone. Grumbling he replied to the harrowing darkness,
"If he thinks that it would have been easier not to have gotten me then I'll solve the problem and leave."
Pushing the window open the teen swung his leg over the hedge and onto the drainpipe. Shimmying down, his hightops clapped on the pavement and he went running. He glanced back once to see the lights of his uncle's rooms flicker on, which only made him run faster. He didn't want to think of that place, of the love he had once felt there, he never wanted to think of it again, what he wanted was freedom. If this wasn't freedom than what was?
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Omi sighed as he rested his head against the door. He dreaded seeing his son again, he had seemed angry when he had stormed off. Shaking his head he resolved to himself to make this better and pushed the door open. When he entered the first thing he noticed was that the lights were off.
"JT?" he called.
When he didn't receive and answer he began to look around frantically. When a cool breeze brushed past him he immediately looked to the window, realizing in shock that it was wide open. Running to it he looked out, fearing what he saw. Nothing...Grasping locks of his own hair he tugged then shouted.
"JT! NO!!!"
As he sank to the floor the other three members of Weiss entered. Rushing to him they saw that JT was nowhere in sight. Taking a wild guess dread filled all of their hearts. They had lost him again.
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The blonde youth yawned. He had run all night long and had only reached the train station just an hour ago. He had booked himself a train to the coast of Japan, not sure of what he would do once he got there. The train wouldn't leave for another hour, but his nerves made him too excited to rest, or even sit. Sighing he tried to shake the sleep from his head and went to sit on a bench. His life would start anew, now all he had to do was get there, then everything would be fine...he guessed.
~TBC
Yeah, again, really sorry for the loooooooong wait...Inspiration comes and goes and doesn't come as often as I wish. Sorry. Any ways, next chapter, JT boards the train and heads to a new life, with a new friend he meets on board. At the same time his father and uncles are busy worrying themselves away. Hope people are still reading. Sorry!
A/N: Okay, so its been...2 months? Oh god, I'm so sorry guys, unfortunately I was working over time a lot since we're going out of business and then I got into a slight accident (which required medical help), and then school and family! Too much stuff! Sorry for the wait, but, I hope you enjoy the rest of it. I WILL finish it!
Chapter four: A whole new life is waiting ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Omi watched as JT walked, clumsily, around the room. He had spent the whole previous day sleeping, not that he blamed him of course. After a year of not being on his feet, consciously, it was a bit disorientating to start up again. He stumbled over to the window and looked out at the lively city below.
"How long was I asleep again?"
"A year." Omi replied, stepping closer to his son.
"A year..." The teen mumbled to himself.
Omi frowned; he hadn't yet revealed what had happened in the amount of time that he was 'gone'. And somehow he doubt the child would like the timely recap.
"JT, there's something more I need to tell you. Well, actually, a lot more. Let me start by asking you this, do you remember anything from while you were possessed."
JT swung his head to look at his father, then swung it back towards the window. He looked distant for a moment, seemingly thinking the question over in his mind, trying to find ways to answer it.
After a long silence he opened his mouth. "I remember that night, being taken over, it was like all the anger of the world was inside me. Then, gradually I drifted in and out of the world until I was finally lost to it. It was like seeing a car accident, you see it happening, you want to stop it, but you're stuck in the moment and can't do anything about it. Then, after the first month...It was just...black."
"Black?" His father repeated.
"Yeah, like a dark shroud was put over my eyes and cotton was shoved in my ears. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, but I could sense. I could almost tell when something bad had happened. And then it would get even more black, and then it went back to normal. It was like being stuck in a dream. Why?"
Omi gulped. How do you respond to an explanation like that? Shaking his head he decided just to get it out of the bushes and into the open.
"You said you could sense things? Well, I'm not sure exactly what you meant but maybe you sensed doing something bad, doing it to me."
JT looked back at his father with curious eyes.
"You attacked me, you put a pair of scissors into my chest about three inches deep. I still have a scar, I always will."
The blonde carefully lifted up his shirt and showed the large scar on his chest. It was a small slash like looking line, but it clearly looked like it had hurt. JT cringed, then quickly turned away.
What had he been doing? How could you sleep for a whole year and not have any clue as to what happened? This was all too hard to comprehend.
"Dad, can you please leave me alone? I just want to have a quick rest before I go see the others."
Omi smiled weakly. "All right. Go to bed, when you come down I'll make you something nice and hot to eat, okay?"
"Thanks, dad." He said, climbing into bed and pulling the covers over his head. "See you in a bit."
"Yes."
Leaving the boy alone the father closed the curtains and went to the door, opening it. Taking one last fleeting look in he smiled slightly, then shut the door and went to join his friends.
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JT sat awake in bed, despite how much he tried he just couldn't sleep. He wasn't really tired, he just couldn't bear to see his father again, something had changed all that time ago, now he had to deal with the consequences.
Flipping onto his back he saw that they had painted over the crack in the ceiling. That was his favorite thing to look at. Sighing he decided to just go and face the world that he had been avoiding. Putting his feet down on the ground he shivered. He quickly went to his dresser and pulled out some of his old clothes. Sliding them on he noticed that he had grown quite a bit since the last time he had worn them. Ignoring it he slipped on some socks then went to the door and left the dark room.
Going down the stairs he could hear his Uncle Ken listening to a soccer game in the basement and Aya with him, telling him to turn it down, his request promptly ignored. Sneaking past them he made his way to the kitchen, however, before he could enter he heard a startling conversation between his father and uncle.
"Are you glad he's back?" His uncle Youji was asking.
He heard his father sigh deeply. "I don't honestly know, Youji. When he was gone I missed him terribly, but now that he's back I have no idea where to pick up the pieces. I also get the feeling he has no real desire to try and restore our relationship. He's just as lost as he was back then."
He heard some shuffling and the sound of some drink being poured. Then his uncle continued again.
"Maybe he just needs time to adjust, he's finding out things that he probably doesn't want to know. He just need some space, he's aged a year, he's probably going through normal teen phases."
Again his father sighed. "In honesty, part of me wishes he had stayed that way."
The boy had to cram his hand over his mouth to prevent from gasping loud enough for them to hear. With soft tears in his eyes he listened for more.
"What?" Youji exclaimed.
"It would have been easier to just have another child than to be put through this. If he had stayed that way than eventually I would have forgotten him and the whole problem. Now I'll always be reminded of it."
He could tell that his uncle didn't believe the words that were coming from his mouth.
"Omi, he's your son, he always will be, you would never forget him. At least now you can try to repair the damage that was done. And even if there is a scar left you'll know that it's the past and the present is preserved. Maybe you need some time to adjust as well."
The youth couldn't hold it in anymore. Running from the doorway, he immediately went to his room and locked the door. Omi nor Youji had heard the sound of running feet so they simply stood with each other, talking as they always had.
"I know, even if there was a problem," Omi was saying. "We could fix it, because he's my son..Because I love him."
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Omi knocked on the door again, JT still wasn't answering. With slight worry he was just about to go get a lock pick when the door unlocked and JT peaked out.
"Who is it?" He asked with much effort.
"Its me, dad. Are you okay?"
Rubbing the tears from his eyes he nodded 'yes' then stepped out into the light of the hallway. His father looked at him critically, but chose to ignore it.
"Ken's making dinner right now, it'll be done in a few minutes. Will you eat with us?"
The teen sighed, but nodded. After what he had previously heard he really didn't WANT to, but he didn't want them knowing something else was wrong.
Omi smiled brightly. "Lets go then, they're all waiting to see you!"
He grasped the boy's hand strongly then proceeded to drag him down the stairs towards the kitchen.
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JT merely poked at his food, eating little bits of it. It wasn't that Ken was a bad cook, it was that all four of his guardians were watching him. Sad or not, he always got uncomfortable when people stared. Standing up he excused himself from the table and went back to his room.
Omi had tried to make a protest, but Youji had quickly grabbed his arm and shook his head advising him not to chase. Sighing he sat back down and buried his head in his hands. Maybe raising a child was something he was NOT meant to do...
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Aqua eyes stared hard at the cold wood floor. He couldn't help but let some stray tears fall. Grumbling he forced them away and went to his closet. Pulling out a duffle bag he began to cram some of his clothes in. Shorts, pants, T-shirts, turtle necks, socks, boxers and even his bathing suit. Pausing he asked himself why he would need it, he wasn't going to Florida.
Finishing up he shoved his life savings in the bag as well as his journal and his father's cell phone. Grumbling he replied to the harrowing darkness,
"If he thinks that it would have been easier not to have gotten me then I'll solve the problem and leave."
Pushing the window open the teen swung his leg over the hedge and onto the drainpipe. Shimmying down, his hightops clapped on the pavement and he went running. He glanced back once to see the lights of his uncle's rooms flicker on, which only made him run faster. He didn't want to think of that place, of the love he had once felt there, he never wanted to think of it again, what he wanted was freedom. If this wasn't freedom than what was?
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Omi sighed as he rested his head against the door. He dreaded seeing his son again, he had seemed angry when he had stormed off. Shaking his head he resolved to himself to make this better and pushed the door open. When he entered the first thing he noticed was that the lights were off.
"JT?" he called.
When he didn't receive and answer he began to look around frantically. When a cool breeze brushed past him he immediately looked to the window, realizing in shock that it was wide open. Running to it he looked out, fearing what he saw. Nothing...Grasping locks of his own hair he tugged then shouted.
"JT! NO!!!"
As he sank to the floor the other three members of Weiss entered. Rushing to him they saw that JT was nowhere in sight. Taking a wild guess dread filled all of their hearts. They had lost him again.
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The blonde youth yawned. He had run all night long and had only reached the train station just an hour ago. He had booked himself a train to the coast of Japan, not sure of what he would do once he got there. The train wouldn't leave for another hour, but his nerves made him too excited to rest, or even sit. Sighing he tried to shake the sleep from his head and went to sit on a bench. His life would start anew, now all he had to do was get there, then everything would be fine...he guessed.
~TBC
Yeah, again, really sorry for the loooooooong wait...Inspiration comes and goes and doesn't come as often as I wish. Sorry. Any ways, next chapter, JT boards the train and heads to a new life, with a new friend he meets on board. At the same time his father and uncles are busy worrying themselves away. Hope people are still reading. Sorry!