"If I Had Wings" – A Black Cat Fanfiction. Comedy/Action/Romance
"Talking"
Thinking
Serious Sephiria
Threatening Jason/Sephiria
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat, Devil May Cry, or Final Fantasy, wish I did, 'cause living in the poor house sucks…
Summary: After Creed's defeat, the members of the Chronos Numbers are stuck dealing with their youngest member's unpredictable antics… OCcentric. Rated "M" for safety.
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If you like this story, please review I worked hard on it and I want to know everyone's honest opinion. Flames accepted, but not really appreciated.
It had been a couple of weeks since Creed's plan had been foiled by Train Heartnet, the man who was once known as the legendary eraser "Black Cat." The surviving members of the Chronos Numbers had returned and began to take their well-deserved rest…
"GOD DAMNIT! WHO DRANK MY LAST Can OF MOUNTAIN DEW!!!! How can I start my day without my life-blood coursing through my body?" A young amber haired teenager yelled standing in-front of the refrigerator in the lounge of the main headquarters for the Chronos Numbers. A small rain cloud seemed to appear over his head as he hung his head in despair.
A pair of black haired men sat back in their chairs and laughed at their disappointed younger companion.
"Jason buddy, I think that you did, last night before you went to bed, remember?" The older of the two said as he looked at the depressed caffeine junkie.
"Damn, I thought that someone went shopping for food, this morning." The amber haired boy whined looking at the two men, Janus Hazard and Lin Xiao Li, with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Maybe you should go ask Sephiria-chan if you can go into town and resupply your stock of 'crack'." Janus suggested with a sly grin. That should cheer him up until he sees Sephiria. Otherwise we might be in trouble…He thought before remembering the last time they had saw the boy like this…
(Flashback)
Everyone had just gotten off the helicopter from Creed's Island fortress, when an amber haired boy came running out armed with his orihalcon-forged custom sniper rifle known as "Bahamut(1)", his two custom semi-automatic pistols in brown leather underarm holsters, a bag filled with ammunition for weapons and dressed in the usual black and violet business suit and leather shoes. The Roman numeral 'III' tattooed on the left side of his neck.
"Hey guys I just woke up from staying up all night practicing with Bahamut, for when we go attack that traitor Creed and his Apostles, and I noticed that everyone was gone except Naizer. Where did you guys go?" The boy said obviously in the midst of a caffeine and sugar rush.
"Actually, we just got back from that mission. You were asleep when we left and we figured that you could help guard the base with Naizer, while he is recovering from his injuries." Belze Rochefort said as he arched one of his blond eyebrows in disappointment.
The boy's jaw dropped as a small rain cloud appeared over his head at the man's words.
"Let me get this straight, you all left me behind from the biggest mission of the century! What the fuck!?!" The boy said as he started walking over to "his" training field, the old firing range a half a mile away from the base, so not to disturb anyone.
Sephiria calmly shook her head at the boy's antics. Seriously Elders, what possessed you to make that Mountain Dew addict a Number? She turned back towards the rest of the group and realized that they had similar thoughts crossing their mind as well.
Several hours passed before anyone saw the Mountain Dew addict. Fearing the worst, Janus headed out to the old firing range to check on the youngest member of the Numbers. What he found instead sent chills down his spine…
The majority of the forest surrounding the firing range was decimated while the mountain overlooking the range had three twenty foot lines craved into it from pinpoint rifle round impacts. A ridiculous amount of aluminum cans with a single hole through them were scattered all over the field, while enough spent cartridges from Bahamut could've been found to melt down and build life-sized model tank, and in the midst of the carnage lain a single teenage boy taking a nap next to a half-empty case of Mountain Dew and the remains of ten empty cardboard cases, while Bahamut, his powerful rifle lain across his chest.
"Holy shit! What in the world happened here!?!" Janus cursed; his eyes growing wide from the shock as he took in the immeasurable amount of damage to the environment.
"Zzzzz….Zzzzz." The boy just snored away in the middle of the forest's remains, oblivious to the world around him.
(End Flashback)
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Janus just smiled as the amber-haired teenager's sullen features made a complete reversal at the prospect of going into town to restock his stash of Mountain Dew.
"Thanks Janus-san!" The teenage sharpshooter said as he ran to the door and out of the room at such a high speed his shoulder length hair blew back as if he were standing in the middle of a wind tunnel.
Once the teen disappeared into the door, Lin Xiao turned to Janus, and asked: "Are you sure that was wise to plant that idea in his head? Sephiria will probably tell him 'no', since the last time he went into town…"
(Flashback)
The "incident" occurred a week following the destruction of the old firing range and the surrounding woods. Jason had gone into a nearby town to pick up some of his precious sodas but by the end of the day the police had found the bodies of twelve notorious rapists and an entire sex-slave cartel with all of the incriminating evidence "conveniently" found next to the mountain of cartel member bodies. Over twenty women that had been victimized by the cartel came forward and claimed that they were saved by a "heaven-sent angel dressed in a black and violet business suit who possessed a cannon capable of spitting divine wrath upon those who would try to steal a woman's innocence by force."
This action caused Sephiria to have mixed feelings regarding the teen. She was pissed off because the boy used his skills as a Number to purge the city of some of its most undesirable citizens without authorization or orders. She was at the same time she was quite pleased because even though he did his actions without hesitation in regards to the rules that all members of Chronos were expected to follow, he was in a manner of speaking doing his job of stabilizing the world's economy by cleaning up the streets. So when it came down to dishing out the punishment of his actions, he got off lightly, being partnered with Baldor and Kranz for the duration of a week or until the mission was completed, whichever occurred last.
(End Flashback)
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"Personally, I think even though that kid is insanely strong and one crazy son of a bitch." Janus said crossing his arms, instantly seeming uncomfortable whenever the boy's hatred of sex-fiends and womanizers were brought up during a conversation.
"You're just mad that the commander likes Jason more than you. Rumor is that Jason might be taking Belga's place on Cerberus, since he is essentially the last long-range combat specialist left in the organization." Lin Xiao said calmly to his flirtatious comrade.
"Yeah whatever you say man, whatever you say." Janus said while on the inside he was pouting. I can't get any love, not from Rinslet, normal girls, or the Commander. Oh woe is me.
A couple seconds later, Kranz strolled into the lounge drinking a can of Mountain Dew and causing both Janus' and Lin Xiao's jaws to drop as they attempted unsuccessfully to stutter out a warning to their blind teammate. Only to have his partner Baldor follow him into the room and laughing at the sight of the solitary can of soda in his partner's hand.
"Hey Kranz, how does that drink taste?" Baldor said teasingly.
"It's not bad but I think that someone moved my root beer from its place in the fridge." Kranz said stoically as he brought the can up to his lips to allow some of the cold yellow liquid to flow down his throat.
"I'm glad to hear that, because Jason is going to go berserk when he sees that you are drinking his last Mountain Dew." The man said chuckling as he took a seat at one of the tables in the corner.
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Meanwhile, in one of the indoor training rooms, the commander of the Numbers, Sephiria Arks was running herself through her Ryukenjutsu katas while her second-in-command, Belze Rochefort silently watched.
"Sephy-chan!!!" Jason called out as he entered the room, interrupting the blond woman's concentration, and causing her to release enough killer intent to bring both him and Belze to their knees.
"This had better be good, since you disturbed my training." The angelic looking young woman said with enough venom in her voice to kill an anaconda. Oh shit, I'm so dead…Jason thought as he swallowed hard. "Speak Jason, what did you have to tell me that was so fuckin' important that it couldn't wait a few more minutes until I was done?"
"I…was..." Jason began to stutter from the fear of the angelic woman before him.
"Speak up, Jason." Sephiria commanded, her eyes narrowing menacingly towards the boy. Her sword, the "Christ" Saber firmly grasped in her right hand so tightly that her fingers turned from a lack of circulation.
"I just wanted to ask if I could go into town and restock my supply of soda, Sephiria-sama. I'm very sorry that I interrupted your training, it won't happen again, ma'am." Jason quickly and politely stammered out his request, turning a pale shade of white when he noticed her smiling.
"Request granted, but as punishment for disturbing my training you are to leave all of your weapons here with me, Understand?" Sephiria said authoritatively, as she instantly appeared in front of Jason and drove her orihalcon sword into the wall. Jason nodded quickly with his amber eyes wide from fear and at the same time doing an amazing 'albino' impression. "Good." She said as she smiling sweetly, before removing her sword from the wall and walking back to the center of the room to meditate. Once the massive amounts of killer intent dissipated, Jason quickly disappeared into the hallway, leaving Sephiria with smile on her face and Belze sitting on the ground dazed and confused.
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Jason quickly ran down the corridor to his room at the base. Even though most of the Numbers lived in apartments in towns near the facility, he was the exception…All because the Elders had deemed him too irresponsible, and too dangerous to live in any town. Damn Elders, taking my joy away from me. He pouted on the inside, while letting his normal hyperactive, forgetful façade show. I can't believe that Sephy-chan punished me by taking away my weapons, how cruel!
The amber-haired teenager smiled as his hand reached for the door handle of his room and pulled it open. Yay, Mountain Dew here I come! He thought to himself before turning his attention towards his "Wall of Firearms" as he called it.
Mounted on the wall was his moderate collection of over twenty different guns from around the world. Each item of his 'collection' hung on hooks, and most of them had never even been fired. Hanging on the wall were about twelve handguns of various makes and models, five assault rifles, and two sniper rifles all in pristine 'cherry' condition. In the center of the display, he set his three favorite weapons, a pair of custom .45ACP semi-automatics that had probably once been Colt M1911A1 service pistols, once belonging to the legendary Sweeper duo, known to the underworld as "Amaterasu(2)" and "Tsukiyomi(3)", but to Jason they would be "Dad" and "Mom".
The pistols that he had named after his deceased parents were each unique in design "Amaterasu" was dyed a deep red, had a molded orange grip, a ring style hammer, small iron tactical sights, a twenty round extended magazine, with compensator mounted on the front. "Tsukiyomi" was dyed black, had a pearl colored molded grip, a long spur style hammer allowing him to cock the pistol with his thumb one handed for effect, target pistol style sights, a compensator mounted on the front of pistol, as well as a matching twenty round extended magazine. (AN-I based the designs off of Ebony and Ivory., Tsukiyomi = Ebony, Amaterasu = Ivory)
Resting right above his parent's pistols was his legendary sniper rifle, "Bahamut." An elegantly designed Orihalcon-forged masterpiece built to the elders' specification for the amber-haired boy when he first became a Number a year ago after the previous Number Three was killed during an ill-fated mission. The rifle was based upon the powerful Barrett Model 82A2 anti-material rifle and chambered to the .50 BMG round, enabling the "Dragon" of the Numbers to strike down the enemies of Chronos no matter where they hide. Mounted on top of the rifle was a custom-made high-powered BORS style scope featuring a built-in x-ray scanner, Night Vision capability, and a laser rangefinder giving him an effective range of about two miles.
Jason carefully lifted "Bahamut" from its resting place and slung 'him' over his shoulder before reaching for the handguns "Amaterasu" and "Tsukiyomi" and carefully slid them into his underarm holsters with a sigh. This sucks, stupid rules. He thought as he walked out of his room, not caring to turn out the lights as he left. Oh the subtle revenge. He mentally smiled as he walked back down the hall toward the training room that Sephy-chan used most of the time while solemnly carrying his usual arsenal of heavy artillery. All I have to do is drop these off with Sephy-chan, and then it's Mountain Dew Time!!
He finally reached the doorway cracking the door ever so slightly. Jason Hunter is no fool! I'm not going to let Sephy-chan keep Bahamut, Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi away from me for longer than they have to be. Sitting in the center of the room was Sephy-chan. Perfect, I'll just walk in and wait for her to finish, before handing over my weapons. Maybe then she'll let me go into town fully armed. He thought smiling at his 'genius' plan before silently pulling the door open and carefully creeping across the floor. He was seconds away from proving to his commander that he could be respectful, only to trip over his own two feet.
"Fuck!" He cursed as he flew into Sephiria, knocking her over and pinning her beneath him in a very awkward position. Jason's eyes grew wide from shock and fear as he felt a wave of killer intent pour out of the blonde beneath him. "I should run now." He stated as he leapt off of his commander and took off running so fast that he seemed to be a blur. "I'M SO SORRY!!!!" He yelled as he ran at full speed with Sephiria chasing after him matching his pace with her sword, Christ drawn.
"Slow down Jason, I promise to make your death swift and mostly painless." An embarrassed and fuming Sephiria stated sweetly.
"I'M SORRY, SEPHY-CHAN, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR!" Jason screamed apologetically, tears running down his face.
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Meanwhile in the lounge, the rest of the Numbers, save for Kranz were sitting around the table playing poker with Number Nine's deck of cards, when the sound of someone screaming drew their attention.(AN-Like the blind man would ever play poker, geez. Even I'm not that mean.)
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO TRIP, SEPHY-CHAN. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" Jason's fearful voice penetrated the thick walls of the lounge, causing Kranz to wince in pain from the assault on his hyper-sensitive hearing.
"When I get my hands on you, you will rue the day that you were born." Sephiria swore continuing her pursuit on the normally clumsy sharpshooter. God, why won't he trip when I want him too! I still can't believe that he mastered my speed technique. She thought while mentally smiling chasing after him is starting to get fun, he's actually providing a challenge. He'd be a damned good Eraser if it weren't for the fact he had a worse attention span than Train at his worst. "Damnit, just give up and accept your punishment, Jason." She cursed as she felt her speed drop as her stamina gave out. She stopped to catch her breath as she watched her klutzy, immature subordinate continue moving at her normally ridiculous speed untouched by the stress the technique places on the body. Damn, that boy has either a ridiculous amount of stamina, or he's so doped up on caffeine and adrenaline that he doesn't feel the stress of the technique. She thought while mentally sighing, it's most likely the latter.
"Sephiria-sama, are you alright?" Belze asked appearing behind her, a concerned tone in his voice.
Sighing, she turned her head and looked at her second-in-command, quickly replying:
"I'm fine."
"May I ask what Jason-san did to anger you so much?" He said trying to get to the bottom of the chaos that seemed to have erupted within the base.
"Jason tried to be respectful by not disturbing my meditation, only to trip and crash into me. I overreacted." She said closing her serene lavender eyes as she sheathed Christ. "Oh well. I'll have to think of a suitable punishment for him when he gets back." She continued with an evil glint in her eye, sending a shiver down Belze's spine.
Jason-san, I feel bad for you when you return. Belze thought before looking towards the rapidly fleeting cloud of dust belonging to their comrade.
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Jason continued dashing at that ridiculous speed for another fifteen minutes before the combined power of caffeine and adrenaline wore off, allowing him to finally feel the effects of the speed technique.
"Fuck." He swore as his entire body gave out beneath him causing him to fall forward and crash towards the ground. "Just my luck." He muttered to himself as his began world turn dark and he slipped into unconsciousness.
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I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. Please review and critique. I have the sketch of Bahamut and Tsukiyomi posted on DeviantArt. Amaterasu and character concept sketches coming soon. Adieu.
Bahamut – The mythical King of the Dragons.
Amaterasu – The Shinto Sun Goddess
Tsukiyomi – The Shinto Moon Goddess