Last chapter of Ren. I think...Meth is next...
Oh a PSST! When I was writing the summaries of the people out, A) I forgot like twenty different people, and B) I didn't think that some of them (namely the All Stars and possibly Hiro's bitbeasts) were created in a lab. So...should I continue with them, or go back and delete them from the first chapter? Review.
VVVVVVVVV (my fishes don't show up on here...)
Ren looked at the newspaper, shocked. He couldn't believe it! He wouldn't believe it!
Japanese Relocation.
The awful words kept bouncing around in his head. Japanese Relocation. Japanese Relocation. Japanese Relocation.
They were planning on relocating all the Jap's in California? The bundle of paper scattered as he dropped them onto the kitchen floor.
This wasn't good. They probably wouldn't have very good medical care at the camps, and his mother was rather late in her pregnancy.
Tears welled up in his eyes. While he was sure that there were at least a couple hundred women living in California in the same predicament, he didn't know any of them…none of them were his mother.
Ren did what he always would when he was scared or upset; not even stopping to take off his shoes, he ran into his grandmother's room.
"Gramma!" he whimpered at the doorway. The old woman smiled as she turned around from her cushion on the floor.
"Ah, Ren-chan. What is wrong, little one?" she opened her arms so he could run into them, a thing he'd always done when he wanted comfort.
"Oh, Gramma! It's awful! They're going to lock us away like animals! And when Mamma has the baby, something gonna go wrong and we're gonna lose her and nothing's gonna be the same and then we're all going to get shipped away to somewhere where we've never been before and then we're all gonna die and-and-and-" his grandmother silenced him with a soft finger to his quivering lips.
"Now now, Ren-chan, what brought this on?" she asked softly. Ren buried his head in her robe, smelling the incense she burned to keep away the 'old lady smell' as he'd so often put it.
"The-the papers said that all the Jap's are going to be relocated because of what happened at Pearl Harbor. And they can't be of very good quality, so they're probably not going to have very good doctors, so when Mamma has the baby something might happen and we might lose her, and then they might take us away someplace and we're all gonna DIE!" with that last word, Ren broke into sobs. His grandmother gently stroked his back until he quieted.
"That's nonsense, Ren-chan. They'll have fine medical care there, your mother will have the baby very well, and you'll all be one happy family living in the camp until this all blows over and America sees the mistake it's made and invites us all back into our homes. You've been spending too much time in your imagination, and you're going to get hurt one day." Ren sniffed and nodded. "Now Ren-chan, I want you to dry your cheeks, give this old lady a hug, put on a great big smile and run out to play, okay?" Ren nodded. "I can't hear you."
"H-hai Gramma." He stood up, rubbed his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt, leaned down to give her a hug, and skipped out the door with less vigor then he normally did.
Ren went to his room to get his book of classic stories, and then ran out of their apartment, down the six flights of stairs, through the lobby, and all the way to the local park. He took his normal post on top of the tree-house, where few people could see him. Opening the book to the one story he hadn't read, his eyes began darting across the page almost instantly.
He stayed like that for a while, before randomly looking up at a noise. A large-scratch that, HUGE- blue lizard was sitting next to him, staring at him with depthless crystalline blue eyes. He shivered, looking around. It was night now, though clouds covered the stars. He shivered again. Something just felt…weird tonight. The air was heavy on his lungs, making it hard to breath, and settled on his skin in a thick sheen of sweat. Despite the heat, he was still shuddering.
Jumping off the roof and landing easily on his toes, he once again took to reading his book. Walking toward the road, he didn't notice that there was a car coming until it was too late…
"RUN!" Ren startled at the voice behind him, turning to see a young man standing on the sidewalk. "You deaf! RUN!" Ren finally noticed just what he was running from. The headlights of the car were fast approaching, and though his brain was screaming the same as the man, he couldn't. It was like a spell.
Ren never felt the moment of impact. He was too far gone already. The man ran onto the road, screaming and checking for a pulse. He found none.
"OH GOOD GOD! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Ren blinked. The clouds overhead were stewing around, threatening to rain. He sat up, feeling dizzy. His head spun and he flopped down on the road again.
ROAD! Ren shot up, not caring that the dots swimming in his line of vision were increasing as he looked around. Yes, indeed, he was sitting on a road. To his left was the park, to his right, an office building. Directly in front of him was a car, the doors wide open, and an ambulance with its back open. He could hear a woman sobbing uncontrollably, several people shouting, and a little girl screaming her guts out.
He stood up a bit shakily, picking his way through the throngs of people, until he found the source of the problem. He nearly fainted.
There was something to cry about, all right. In the middle of the road was a young man of around seventeen with dark hair and dark eyes, though now they were staring blankly at nothing. His skin was pale, like a corpse, and blood was trickling from his mouth. The entire right side of his body was crumpled in, blood seeping through the white shirt he wore, limbs sickly twisted in ways they should never have been.
"Oh, god…" Ren trailed off at that. "I-I'm dead." He was shaking badly now.
"Yes, Mr. Fujisaki, you are." He whipped around at the voice. There were two men there; the skeleton faced man he'd seen three days prior, and a man dressed and colored almost entirely in blue. The blue one had soft, kind, scarily pretty eyes, though they lost some of their brilliance due to the bags under them. He was smiling.
There was a lizard standing next to him; a huge, entirely blue lizard with crystalline blue eyes.
"My greetings, Mr. Fujisaki. I apologize for surprising you, but you wouldn't have noticed if we hadn't." it was the blue man who spoke.
"Wh-who are you?" Ren asked, voice quavering uncertainly. "D-don't come anywhere near me! SOMEONE! THEY'RE TRYING TO MUG ME!" He backed as far away he could, tripping over someone. They didn't notice him.
"No one can hear you, Ren." Said black haired boy turned to the man who had spoken. The skeleton man seemed less threatening now, his arms opened wide. Ren ran to him, snuggling into his chest.
It smelled of incense.
"My name is Jonathan, Ren. This is Shawn. It's time to go home now." Ren looked up.
"Home? Where is 'home'?" Jonathan smiled and gently took him by the shoulder.
"First we'll visit your real home, and then we'll go to my palace; my home." Ren looked up.
"I-I have a home?" He asked, his brow furrowed. Jonathan cast a glance at Shawn.
"Yes Ren, and you're being missed very much right now. It's time to go comfort your family." Ren looked up at him, confused.
"A-alright. I'll go to m-my family."
Jonathan smiled and took his hand, gently leading him away from the accident that had been waiting to happen for the past seventeen years.
Shawn went to pick up the book; it had landed about twenty feet from the body. He opened its bloodstained cover and tried to find the story he'd been reading when this had happened. His face was solemn, eyes sad as he read the title.
The Phantom of the Opera. A story of a misfit, shunned by society, and the young singer he falls in love with.
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Ren is now the sacred spirit known as Strata Dragoon, used by Daichi of BBA Revolution. He still is much like he used to be; head in the clouds, constantly almost getting run over, nose always buried in some book about who knows what. Shawn has taken the 'big brother' position for him, always making sure he stays out of roads, off of tall buildings, away from broken glass, etc…Ren has had to be one of the more enjoyable people I've picked up, but I would rather not have met him at all if that meant he wouldn't have had to die like that.
Well, there you have it. That's Ren. And he's one of the ones that doesn't remember exactly what happened or who they are. I guess they're easier to deal with then some of the others, since they don't really argue with what you're saying…however, you usually have to teach them just about everything all over again. I guess I'm thankful that he didn't have to be re-taught how to use the bathroom…I still shiver at the thought of how THAT would have turned out…
--Jonathan Cavadger
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...Ren's probably my favorite out of all of these guys...
Ren: It's 'cause I'm cuuuuuute, right?
That's right sweetie! hugs
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