Oh, no one sent any flame hate… I was so in the mood for some of that. I forgot to mention that I do cartoon crossovers like that and in my first story "Demon Jack"… I did the same thing so, I FLAMED MYSELF!!!! WOOT!!! Anyway, this will go on hiatus for a week or so cause my class is going on a camping trip and you can't bring laptops on camping trips! Damn. BUT if someone goes on a website called www. saburu91. deviantart. com (without the spaces) you will see a lovely pic of one of the new characters that in this chapter and Octavius. So instead of reading you can indulge yourselves in a Doc Ock picture! AND give me something else to rave about, I is bored… WAIT. I have a rave… RAIKIM STORIES!!! THEY MUST DIE!!! They are stupid and annoying! In the early days, I once had to endure a whole week of looking at a Xiaolin Showdown page with nothing but that couple! Kimiko is okay and she can be handled. BUT RAI. NO he must die. Why can't anyone see he is on steroids!!! That is why in my "Jack and Jill" story I KILLED HIM! THAT'S RIGHT! What are you going to do about that?!

The story was done to the tune of "The Ghost Of You" by My Chemical Romance.

Kimiko opened her eyes and blinked. Then she blinked again. She could only see black. Had she become blind? She looked around frantically. No, she wasn't blind she could see her hands. She looked around the dark place, trying to find the tentacles that brought her here.

Are you ready?

Kimiko spun around and found no one.

Up here silly!

Kimiko looked up and found the tentacles. They offered her a wave, which she returned with a half-smile. She followed their long necks and was horrified to find that they had somehow attached themselves to her own back like an alien parasite.

"You're… on me!" she yelled, her arms flying to feel her back. She felt cold metal on her spine, digging in to her flesh. She looked down on her waist and felt the brace, cutting into her stomach. Strangely it wasn't painful.

Don't worry. You aren't part of us

You never will be anyways.

Don't be mean! She got worried!

Kimiko calmed down and looked at the tentacles. The one that was being mean was the top right tentacle. She frowned at this behaviour for some reason. She breathed in to calm herself and then turned to the tentacle on her left shoulder.

"I'm ready."

Okay! Now when did your father's death happen?

"Today is Friday, so he died on Monday, 5 days ago. 17th of April." answered Kimiko after a few moments of thinking. The tentacle nodded and turned to its siblings. An exchange of clicks and tiny shrieks and then they turned silent and seemed to be in deep concentration. A gush of wind blew around her. She brought her hands up to protect her face from the whipping wind but it soon ebbed away to reveal a hospital room.

"I think this is the wrong memory."

Hey! We did warn you that we don't know Jack's mind as well as Father's! Besides we can't go. We might disrupt the memory.

Kimiko gave a sigh of annoyance and folded her arms. She looked around her and soon regretted it. Before her lay a woman in her early 30s, but looking like a corpse. Her chest barely moved and her breaths were so small it was impossible to tell if she was alive. She had short, red hair and was sickly pale. Her green eyes fluttered open every now and again.

"Mummy? Are you okay?"

Kimiko turned around with a start. She couldn't believe her eyes. Neither could the tentacles.

No way.

Jack stood before them. But it was a child only 5 years of age. He was pretty much the same as present age Jack but much smaller and wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a white t-shirt. His red hair was everywhere and no comb was ever going to tame it until a hairdresser came along and gave it a haircut in 1999. His red eyes were large and teary. He slowly walked up to the woman that was his mother and laid a pale hand on her shoulder. Kimiko seemed to be forgotten in all this.

We can't be seen by the way.

"Now you tell me?" Kimiko answered back hotly. She turned to Jack again, who was now hugging his mother tightly.

"Don't worry Jackie. Everything will be fine." cooed his mother, stroking his red hair with her hand, which required a lot of effort. Jack did nothing but held on to his mother, his eyes filled with tears.

"You won't go right?" he sobbed, looking up into his mother's eyes. She gave a small smile back but didn't answer the question for a few minutes. Silence ensued except for Jack's sobs. Kimiko looked at mother and son, feeling guilty. Jack had lost his mother when he was a child. She had lost her father and gone off and blamed Jack who she had previously thought that he had no idea how it felt to lose someone you loved. It didn't stop her from blaming him about her dad's death though.

"Jackie."

Jack lifted his head up again.

"I'm already gone."

Suddenly the room's doors burst open, revealing a tall figure. It was a male with spiky, black hair, with brown eyes. He wore a black business suit and looked rather flushed. His eyes set on Jack, who was still crying, holding his mother's limp hand.

"She said she was going Dad! She's gone!" Jack cried, letting go of his mother's hand and hugging his father by the knees. The man remained motionless. Kimiko was actually surprised on how tall he was and how thin. It explained where Jack got his appearance. The man's eyes moved from Jack to his wife, now peaceful. The eyes were cold and devoid of emotion.

"Jack, go outside and look after Tobio." he said. Jack nodded his head and sniffed. He walked outside, Kimiko following him like a ghost. She looked behind her, finding the man on his knees clutching the body of his wife in his arms. Jack sat on the plastic chairs outside, next to a blue pram. Kimiko took a peek inside the pram and found a baby boy, with black hair. Jack looked inside as well and reached in to tickle his tummy. The baby gurgled with delight, bring a small smile to Jack's lips. Kimiko heard the doors open again and looked behind her. The man had exited the room and turned to face Jack.

"We are going Jack," he said. He walked up to the pram and picked up the baby. "Follow me." The man didn't give Jack a second glance as he walked towards the exit. Jack hesitated and looked at his mother's room. Doctors entered it, one with a clipboard. Jack's eyes welled up with tears again and followed his father. Kimiko felt herself being pulled back into the darkness. Last thing she heard from this memory was a doctor.

"Patient, Kaya Spicer. Time of Death, 6:53 17th of April."

Then darkness. She was left with the tentacles. They were all quiet.

We must never speak of that memory. Jack will get beyond mad.

At least we know we are only 9 years off the intended date.

Kimiko nodded her head. The two lower tentacles reached up to nuzzle Kimiko, an effort to make her feel better. She patted them on their heads like they were faithful dogs.

"Next memory?"

The tentacles nodded their heads as one and concentrated once again. The darkness slithered away, once again revealing another room. This one was more familiar to Kimiko. She recognised it as one of the rooms at the Spicer Mansion.

"How many years are we off now?" she asked sarcastically. The tentacles offered her a red glare.

"You're hopeless!"

"Am not!"

"If you can't reach the cookie you are!"

Kimiko looked away from the tentacles. This definitely wasn't the right memory. Jack was still young but now it looked like the age of 10. His look still hadn't changed to the typical trench coat; still wearing his favourite white t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. The baby in the pram had grown up to become a boy of 6 years of age. Currently that boy was trying to reach a chocolate chip cookie from Jack's hand.

"Please?"

"What will you give me?" Jack asked, teasing his little brother by bringing the cookie closer to his mouth.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb Tobio?"

The room fell silent as once again the father entered the room. He hadn't changed a bit. The brown eyes remained cold as he switched glances between Jack and his brother, Tobio.

"Tobio go to your room. I need to have a little chat with Jack."

Tobio nodded and slowly moved out of the room, past Kimiko. He wore a worried look that was shown in his grey eyes. Finally when Tobio had gone did he speak with Jack.

"I told you to go to your room."

"Well I don't like living in the basement!" Jack answered back. His father narrowed his eyes.

"Anyway I want to go see mum's grave. It's April the 17th."

The father's eyes narrowed even more.

"You're not allowed." he said, turning his back to Jack. The tentacles hissed at him, angry for treating Jack this way. Of course he couldn't hear them.

"Why can't I go?!" shouted Jack, his anger exploding already. His father turned around again, the cold look in his eyes replaced with a mad look.

"Because I said so! We have been over this! You are not part of this family!"

Not family?

He isn't loved?

No wonder he hates his father…

"Why am I not?! Why do you hate me?!" Jack yelled back. His father didn't answer the question. Instead he walked over in two strides and delivered a slap on his son's cheek. The boy was stunned.

"I hate you because you're a failure! You aren't worthy of the family name!" the father answered.

"You told me that I was getting the business!"

"You can't handle it!"

"TOBIO IS NO BETTER! He is still young and you give him papers only your assistants read!"

"I'm preparing him!"

"Then prepare me!"

"I don't waste my time on failures!"

Jack remained quiet at this statement. He instead looked at the ground. When he looked up again there was renewed energy in his eyes.

"I know why you won't let me visit mum."

His father blinked in response. He stared back into his son's eyes, an unnatural red against a near milky white face, half of it covered with his red hair. Jack was indeed one of a kind Kimiko thought. Over the years she had known him, well more precisely beaten him up, she knew he was an albino, someone who has no pigmentation in their body. An albino therefore has blonde hair (near white) and blue or red eyes. But not Jack. He had the red eyes that shone out as rubies but the hair was a natural red. This was scientifically impossible but here in this world was the impossibility, living, breathing and acting like an ordinary human should.

"You're jealous."

The father scoffed at this.

"Me? Why should I be jealous?"

"Because you weren't called first to her bed when she died. I witnessed her death and she spoke her last words to ME. No one else, ME."

The father looked at his son strangely.

"She spent more time with ME. She left everything she owned to ME. You're jealous and you try to cause me grief because your own wife denied you. That does say something, doesn't it?"

"You certainly are a failure. And a freak. I think it's a good time to mention you are an accident as well."

"I don't care. Mother loved ME more than YOU. I think this is a good time to mention, she was considering to divorce you."

Jack looked down at the cookie and took a bite out of it. He savoured the sweet taste before swallowing it, along with the warm sensation this conversation was giving off.

"You are crazy. Maybe you're seeing things."

"Trust me. My eyes see more than you'll EVER know."

The father's body tensed up and looked around the room. He found what he was looking for and walked over to it. The tentacles and Kimiko managed to have a look before the father took hold of it. It was a picture of four people. Kimiko immediately recognised three of the people in it. One was the father smiling; one arm around his wife, the woman in the hospital and the third person was strangely the other man at the warehouse. The fourth was another woman but Kimiko didn't know her.

That's Father!

Jack watched as his father looked at the picture. His eyes widened as he threw it down on the ground, the glass shattering. Jack remained still as his father gathered the picture and examined it once again.

"I remember that day. Our friend Clarice took this picture, you know." he sighed. With an evil smirk, he tore of the unknown woman so she wasn't part of the photo.

"Ah, Rosie. She was indeed a good friend. Oh well." he said as he slowly ripped the picture apart. Next was the tentacles' father.

"Dear, dear Otto, my good brother. Off you go." The man was ripped to pieces as well.

Father is related to Jack?!

So Jack isn't lying when he call him uncle?!

"This is uncovering many secrets…" murmured Kimiko, looking at the torn photo.

"That's me torn up! And last is my wife."

Jack felt the warm sensation he previously swallowed causing a stomach-ache.

"She will be sorely missed…" Finally the last picture of Kaya Spicer was torn. Jack stared motionless at the ruined photo before lunging forward trying to gather up the pieces. A tap on the shoulder made him look up. He saw his father's cold eyes and trembled with fear. A kick from his foot connected with his face and Jack fell backwards. Kimiko gasped as she observed Jack black out and the darkness came again, but not before she saw his father grab a piece of broken glass and bring it closer to his left eye, cutting downwards a scar that will forever remain there.

As the darkness enclosed her, she fell to her knees and cried. She cried about her own father, she cried about Jack's past, she cried at herself and most of all BLAMED herself for thinking that Jack was a killer.

"I'm so stupid!" she yelled at herself.

She is admitting it…

Shut up retard.

Don't cry…

Three of the tentacles moved closer to her face, pressing their cold, metal faces against hers trying to comfort her.

"Okay I believe you he isn't the killer. Let's… let's just go."

There is one more memory.

"NO! No more memories!" screamed Kimiko, covering her eyes with her hands.

This one is a happy memory! It is!

And it's the right memory!

Kimiko didn't even have time to respond when the darkness drifted away one last time to reveal the warehouse. It was morning and instead of an evil father, Kimiko just found Jack sitting on one of the crates holding something.

"JACK!!! Come on, or we won't be able to get breakfast!"

Jack jumped up from fright and fell off his crate with a crash. Kimiko heard the tentacles giggle.

"Coming!" Jack answered back, getting back up on his two feet. In the doorway of the warehouse stood a man.

FATHER!

The man shook his head in exasperation. The tentacles on his back clicked and writhed around as they waited for Jack to find his photo, which he accidentally dropped.

It's strange looking at yourself.

Do we look like that?

"What the hell are you doing?" asked the man. Jack glared at him and picked up the picture. He walked over to the man and showed him the picture. Kimiko could see the man's eyes widen behind his sunglasses as he remembered the person in the photo.

"She's your mother?" he asked.

"Yep!" Jack answered happily. The man looked at it a while longer and handed it back to Jack.

"She looks nice."

"She is! Well I don't remember well, she passed away when I was five. Today is the day she died actually." sighed Jack. The man raised his eyebrows again.

"I'm sorry about that. Come let's grab breakfast, I'm famished!"

Kimiko smiled. The memories were over and she got what she was looking for. Darkness didn't come this time, instead she found herself again in the warehouse tied again to a chair with no tentacles attached to her back.

That was indeed interesting.

"We mustn't tell."

Don't worry we won't.

You look tired; want us to get a blanket?

"No thanks. Oh and before I forget."

Kimiko sat up straighter and looked at the tentacles. They looked back at her, their host beneath them stirred slightly in his sleep.

"Top left. Your name is officially Flo."

The accused tentacle flinched. The others looked at its sibling and back at Kimiko.

I want a name!

Yea! Me too!

We don't need names!

SHUT UP!

Kimiko smiled again. She named them before going to sleep that night. The bottom right was named Bimbo and the bottom left was called Bubbles. Finally the last tentacle, the top right was named Charlotte.

Why am I named Charlotte?!

"It suits you. It's a band you know, Good Charlotte."

I'm not good.

"You can be at times."

The newly named Charlotte tilted its head and remained quiet. Kimiko gave out a yawn and settled in her chair and slept. The tentacles looked at each other and immediately started calling each other their appointed names.

I'm Bimbo!

That's because you ARE one.

So?

Ooooo, Bubbles is going with the Flo!

THAT was a good pun.

The top right said nothing. Instead it grabbed a blanket on the floor and covered Kimiko with it. The others stared at it in surprise.

What? I can be good at times.

They continued to stare at it. Soon, they looked around the room and placed their eyes on Jack. He slept well despite his leg and arm. The tentacles grabbed another blanket and covered him up. After a while longer the top right spoke.

Anyway, I shall now be called G.C. got that?

But you're name is Charlotte…

It still is.

But what is G.C.?

It's initials stupid. My name from now on is Good Charlotte.