Ch. 8 Epilogue

Jak looked at him and sighed, shaking his head. Daxter rubbed his own.

"What?" he mumbled grumpily. Jak suddenly stood. A motioned for the red-head to get dressed. Daxter didn't move as he pouted. "What? But it's early, Jak!" The blond rolled his eyes and picked up a tunic from the floor, throwing it at him and catching his head. Daxter pulled the clothing off and glared at the blond as Jak smirked.

He threw the shirt back at him, but missed. "Get out!" he hissed. "Go on!" Jak rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed out the window. Daxter followed his finger and saw a clear view of Misty Island. He suddenly jumped from the bed. "Holy-- That's right! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" The blond rolled his eyes as he watched his friend search his piles of clothes for something wearable.

Daxter noticed this but didn't bother feeling embarrassed. They'd seen each other in their boxers too many times to feel anything like that. But he pointed to the door. "Do you mind?" Jak put his hands up in surrender and turned to the door, walking through it.

Daxter waited until he was gone and threw the mess about the room, looking for something less wrinkled than the rest. Suddenly he remembered his closet and ran to it, pulling out a clean tunic and over shirt. He pulled a pair of pants from a drawer in the desk and pulled them on. Gazing in the mirror he made a few last-minute touch ups and combed back his long crimson spikes.

Something in the corner caught his eye. A small photograph, not bigger than his palm, was stuck in the corner of the mirror. Setting down his comb, he gently plucked the picture from it's place and gazed down at it. A small pain jumbled in his chest as he saw the two small children in the picture. A tiny red-head with spikes, missing two front teeth, smiled with an over-sized grin at the camera. Beside him stood a boy only slightly bigger than he, with plain brown hair and dark skin. He waved at the camera in an exaggerated motion, part of his hand getting cut off by the edge of the picture.

Daxter's lips turned upward in a small grin as he remembered the boy beside him. He'd been here before Jak, long before. They'd never met. And they'd never meet. Daxter's smile faded as he remembered what became of his old friend. He'd moved. Just North of Rock Village. In the beginning they'd sent letter, constantly. But soon the letters slowed, then stopped completely. The last news of him he'd gotten was of his sickness. Something incurable, he'd heard. He'd been horrified for a long time, until the end with the last letter from there, only half written.

But life gets in the way like that, he reasoned as he replaced the photo in it's place. He couldn't let something that happened so long ago interrupt his life now. He had things to do. Rules to break. Daniel had tried to keep him afraid of the bad things in the world. But he couldn't let the things that scared him stand in his way. He'd just send Jak to clear them off.

A sharp knock on his door frame made him turn around. Said blond was standing with his arms crossed, looking bored. Daxter waved him off. "I told you to wait outside! Now go, will ya?!"

Jak sighed, shaking his head again as he left once more.

Daxter turned back to the mirror. With one last look at the picture, he finished combing his hair and pulled on his goggles, making sure they were just right, not making his hair stick out funny. Licking his fingers he smoothed out his eyebrows.

He looked at himself, turned about, and looked again. Perfect.

With a last rub down of his teeth, he kissed the mirror for luck left the room.

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