"If I Had Wings" – A Black Cat Fanfiction. OCXTeen Eve, OCXKyoko and/or OCXSephiria, I haven't really decided: Comedy/Action/Romance
"Talking"
Thinking
Serious Jason/Sephiria
Threatening Jason/Sephiria
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat, Devil May Cry, Bleach, Final Fantasy, any of the weapons featured in the story nor the rights for Mountain Dew. I do however own several cases of the heavenly liquid.
Please read and review, I like knowing that people enjoy my work.
Manga is canon for the story. Changes to canon are mostly character ages, and with the addition of three OC Numbers and my other OCs. Changes: the age of Eve (16) and Sephiria (24).
Special thanks goes to WinglessDreams, thanks for being the first person to leave a review. This chapter is dedicated to you.
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"Sephiria-sama, we looked all over the nearby area for Jason-san, but we were unable to find any trace of him. Catorina and Austin are still searching just in case we missed him." Belze said shamefully as he delivered the news to Sephiria. All of the other Numbers present except for Janus, Lin, and Belze seemed to look glad at the fact that the boy was missing.
"You have done well. Put the word out I don't want to lose our last firearm specialist." Sephiria said as she closed her icy blue eyes. I ought to feel bad for chasing him, since it was an accident after all. I guess I'll apologize to him next time I see him. She realized with a sigh.
You better be alright, Jason.
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(Jason's POV)
Where am I? I wondered as I sat up in the middle of nowhere, cautiously looked around to survey my surroundings. Who am I? I asked myself drawing a complete mental blank. I looked down to see what I was wearing, maybe it'll give me a clue as to my identity. Gah, I'm wearing a black business suit with a lavender under-shirt underneath, a pair of leather underarm holsters with a pair of beautiful custom handguns and a ridiculously large but beautiful sniper rifle strapped to my back, what the hell am I, some kind of gay hitman!?! Please tell me NO! I shook my head to shake the image from my head before standing. After I stood up I started walking in the only direction that made sense to me, forward. If I have money, I'm definitely buying some new clothes the first chance I get, after I get something called "Mountain Dew" to drink.
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After walking for what seemed like hours I finally came across a road. Thank god, I was getting hungry. I brought up my arm up and stuck my thumb out pointed towards the sky.
After what seemed like an eternity, I saw an old beat-up looking green car coming down the road followed by a black and red motorcycle. Please god let them stop. They're the first vehicle that I've seen on this road. I thought, praying silently as the green car came to a stop. Inside the car was a girl a little bit younger than me, sixteen perhaps (How did I know that?), with long blond hair, wearing a black dress and a silver cross necklace. Next to her was a green-haired middle-aged man with a black eye-patch covering his right eye, wearing a white two piece suit and a matching hat on top of his head. And I thought that I looked gay…
"Where are you heading?" The green haired Cyclops asked after rolling down the window.
"Anywhere but here." I replied without hesitation. Noticing the guy on the motorcycle stopped as well, turning my head to the glance in the biker's direction, I asked "Is that guy with you?"
The green-haired guy replied, "That's Train, my partner. Is that a problem?" Raising my hands in mock surrender I replied.
"No, it's not a problem. I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't a stranger to you. You can't trust people these days." I said as before opening the car door when something caught my eye. "I have a tattoo?" I muttered to myself as I pulled my hair back to look at the tattoo in the window's reflection, it was the Roman numeral three. I have a tattoo of the Roman Numeral three on my neck, I'm wearing black and purple, and I'm carrying extremely fancy but beautifully crafted firearms. Gah, I must have been a gay hitman before I lost my memory.
"Are you going to get in, or do you want to walk to town?" The green-haired cyclops asked me obviously growing impatient.
"Sorry, oiji-san." I said quickly putting my hands together as if I were praying. "I'm getting in, don't hurt me." I continued as I opened the car door and climbed in after setting my sniper rifle in the seat next to me. God, what is wrong with these people letting me toss weapons in their car without even batting an eye.
"First rule, Never call me 'oiji-san'. Second rule, don't drink Train's milk. The third and most important rule, don't ever make a pass on Eve, I'll kill you." The green-haired Cyclops said glaring at me via the rear-view mirror, causing me to swallow air. "Good, my name is Sven and this is Eve." he said motioning to the girl beside him before continuing.
"Um…hi." I said, trying to be as quiet and polite as possible.
"So what brings you out here?" He asked, in an attempt to make small talk.
"I don't know." I replied truthfully.
"I understand that. Judging from your selection of weaponry and attire I'm going to assume that you are an eraser for Chronos." He said talking as the car accelerated. Millions of questions entered my mind. Unfortunately, I really wanted to know the answer to one of them.
"What's an eraser?" I asked causing Sven to stop the car.
"Are you kidding me?" He yelled, more out of confusion than anything else.
"No, I kind of woke up in the middle of a field about a mile away from the road, dressed like I am and with no memory of who I was." I said hoping that perhaps the lime-haired Cyclops would know something that could help me. I could feel my eyes moisten out of despair.
"Amnesia?" He asked as the car started moving again. Eve turned to look at me, with an understanding look on her face.
"That's my guess. I woke up face down in the middle of a field sore all over and just started walking. Somehow I made it to a road and ran into you guys." I said sighing in despair.
"It's alright. An eraser is basically speaking, an assassin. Eve, Train and I are sweepers, or in layman's terms bounty hunters. If you want to, you can stay with us until you get your memory back." Sven said as they continued heading towards Zephon City.
"By the way, what do you want us to call you?" Sven asked as they pulled into the driveway of their safehouse in Zephon City. "Check your pockets maybe you have an ID card or something."
My face brightened at the idea that maybe I had an id with my name on it. Why didn't I think of that? I thought as a padded myself down for the trace of a wallet. I found out in my front pocket. Pulling it out I noticed that it was filled with hundred dollar bills, some credit cards and a Photo Sweeper ID issued by the I.B.I. Awesomeness! I have something with my name on it. Pulling out the ID card, I read it aloud.
"Jason Hunter."
"WHAT!?! You're Jason Hunter!?! THE Jason Hunter" Sven exclaimed as he got out of the car.
"I guess so…wait you've heard of me?" I stated before realizing that the green-haired guy knew something about me.
"Yeah, you were the only child of the legendary Sweepers, Jacob Hunter and Fumiko Yoshikuni, or as they were known in the underworld, "Amaterasu" and "Tsukiyomi". You held the record for the most captures in a single day three years ago, twelve. And before Eve you were the youngest Sweeper, but that was your parents were murdered and you dropped off the face of the Earth." The Cyclops imformed me as he led Eve and I into the safehouse.
Inside the living room, waiting for us was a man with short dark brown hair and golden cat-like eyes. He wore a white tee-shirt, navy blue pants and a matching jacket with a gold donut motif. Strapped to his leg was a revolver as ornately designed as the sniper rifle that I found with me. My eyes fell upon the tattoo of the Roman numerals XIII above his left collarbone, he had a number like mine.
"Jason, this is Eve and mine's partner, Train Heartnet." Sven said, causing the brown-haired man to wave.
"Hey Jason-kohai, what brings a member of the Chronos Numbers here?" The brown haired man with the revolver said as he walked over to us.
"Chronos Numbers?" I asked the twenty-three year old man, with an obviously confused look on my face. Train, the brown-haired man with the revolver looked at me with curiosity.
"Yeah, since you are wearing their uniform, have their mark, and are carrying an orihalcon weapon like my Hades." He said pointing to his tattoo and then to his revolver.
"Oh you mean the number three tattoo on my neck and this large rifle. I wondered what those were about." I said as I unslung the large rifle and with practiced ease shouldered it. This caused my facial expression to change to disbelief. Everyone in the room smiled at the ease that I lifted the rifle. "I didn't know that I could do that."
"Sven, what's wrong with Jason-kun?" Train asked.
"He has amnesia, I'm plan to getting him checked out by a doctor after we get him some new clothes." Sven explained earning an 'oh' from Train.
Orihalcon weapon, Hades, Numbers, Chronos, Bahamut. My weapon was called Bahamut.
"I need to get something called 'Mountain Dew', but that doesn't make any sense getting some dew off a mountain," I shook my head as the image turned yellow. "Especially, yellow dew off a mountain."
"You remembered something?" Sven asked causing the brown-haired man to raise his eyebrow in curiousity.
"Bahamut." I said as my eyes slid out of focus, causing everyone in the room to turn and face me. "The rifle is named Bahamut. Ahhh." I said as I brought my left hand up to my throbbing forehead. My rifle clattered to the ground seconds before my vision blacked out and I fell.
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When I came to I found myself in a room surrounded by stuffed animals. Where the hell am I? I sighed this doesn't seem to be my day. Next to the bed on a side table was a single green aluminum can with the words 'Mountain Dew' written on it. I sat up trying to figure out the purpose of the can. Shrugging my shoulders, I reached over and picked up the can.
Hooking my index finger under the tab I pulled it back to make an opening in the top. Here goes nothing… I thought as I brought the can to my lips and let the cool liquid flow down my throat.
This…is the elixir of life. I thought as I felt energized by the drink. Damn I feel good. I hopped off of the bed and out of the room, without even realizing that I was unarmed. Sitting on the table in the kitchen next to Sven, was my two pistols, named after the twin Shinto Goddesses, Amaterasu of the Sun and Tsukiyomi of the Moon, and Bahamut. Wait a sec, I remembered something. I realized as I stood in the hallway outside of the room, and watched to see what Sven was doing to my guns. He'd better not be damaging them or I'd have to kill him. I was shocked to see that he seemed to be cleaning my weapons.
"Hey Sven." I called out to him, causing him to look up.
"Oh hello Jason, enjoy your sleep?" He asked while staring at me with his solitary orange eye.
"I was kind of scared waking up surrounded by stuffed animals." I admitted, causing the green haired man to laugh.
"Eve thought that her room would be the most non-threatening for you to wake up in." Sven explained.
"I'll have to thank her, when I see her." I said, before glaring at the green-haired Cyclops, "What gave you the right to mess around with my weapons?" The killer intent was slowly leaking out of me.
"Easy, Jason. Since you're staying with us, we wanted you to help us catch bounties, for a cut and a place to stay. I just wanted to make sure that your weapons were well maintained." Sven said holding his hands up in mock surrender, before admitting. "I also wanted to admire the workmanship."
This brought a sly grin to my face.
"I see how it is. You value my guns more than me." I said faking a pout, and let go of my killer intent. It got a result that I wasn't expecting. Sven just laughed.
"That's a good one, considering I put you in my daughter's room." Sven countered, with an evil look in his eye. "You know, no one else can claim that."
"Fine, you win this argument." I said defiantly shaking my right fist in the air.
"You seem better now. May I ask how?" Sven asked changing the subject and walking over to me. He stood about an inch shorter than me. Damn, I'm really good at measuring distances and guessing ages… I thought proud of my unusual skill.
"I drank the can of soda Eve left me by the bed." I looked towards the ceiling as I felt my eyes begin to water. "It was as if I were drinking the Nectar of Life."
Sven's head fell forward in disappointment.
"I just had to ask…" He said with a long sigh.
"Let's go to the store! I need to get out of these gay-looking clothes anyway." I said cheerfully as I ran over to my weapons. Swiftly I slid my pistols into their respective holsters, before slinging Bahamut over my shoulder. I turned to the lime-haired Cyclops, making a disappointed face. "Come on!!!" I ordered, stomping my foot impatiently. I could feel the drink of the Gods, coursing through my body, granting me energy beyond compare.
A bead of sweat ran down Sven's forehead. His facial expression seemed to say, "You're joking, right?"
Growing even more impatient, I walked over to the cyclops and grabbed him by his collar.
"Wha…" He shrieked in surprise as I began dragging him to the car by his collar.
"We are going now!" I demanded as I glared at the lime-haired sweeper. His solitary orange eye grew wide from the edge in my voice.
"But…" Sven began to complain, before getting cut off by my glare.
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Meanwhile, in the field where Jason came-to in, two figures dressed in black and violet stood over where their compatriot crashed.
"Catriona, you think Jason-kun was here?" The male, Austin said causing his partner to look up.
Austin Wolfe was a tall Caucasian male, at about six foot one with a muscular but trim build. His dark brown hair was dreadlocked, much to Sephiria's dismay. He wore a black leather trench coat over his uniform, the lining of his coat concealing an insane amount of throwing knives and stilettos. A pair of jitte-styled wakizashi made entirely out of orihalcon was tucked into his belt underneath his coat. His steel grey eyes were hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses.
"Most likely judging by the direction and the distance, let's phone it in to HQ." Catriona said informatively with her heavy Irish accent as she pulled out a cell phone from her jacket pocket. "We've located what appears to be the location that the runner collapsed at. Requesting a mission update?" The redheaded eraser said into the phone. She nodded her head as she listened to her phone before turning to her colleague and saying, "Austin, our previous orders are still in effect. Follow the route that Number Three took and report back to HQ."
Austin nodded in understanding before stealing a glance at his colleague.
Catriona Kearney was a short, slender red-haired Irish woman, barely two inches over five feet in height. Like Austin she wore a black leather trench coat over her uniform, unlike him her top ended above her navel revealing her belly button and the tattoo of the Roman numeral six on her right abdomen. Her curly long red hair elegantly framed her face and accented her icy blue eyes, while her slender fingers casually gripped the handle of her black full-sized umbrella, creating the illusion of her being completely harmless.
The dark-haired eraser smiled, before heading in the most likely direction that their hyperactive gun-toting teammate could've gone.
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(Jason's POV)
Somehow, I found myself alone in the middle of the seedy run-down section of town. Damn, how did I lose Sven anyway? I thought to myself as I popped the tab of the can of soda in my hands. Oh well at least I have something to drink. I tilted my head back to let the cool liquid flow down my throat.
"Ah, the refreshing elixir of the gods, however I could forget about thee?" I remarked as I held up the near empty can in the air like it were the Holy Grail. Birds flew all around me. As I walked forward obvious to everything but the can of soda in my right hand.
As if to punish me for not paying attention, I ended up bumping into someone.
I looked down at the person who bumped into me. It was a black haired Asian high-schooler, dressed in a plaid mini-skirt and a blazer style jacket.
"Um…Miss? Are you okay?" I asked the girl, partially concerned since she was walking in the bad side of this town and partially to be polite. How do I know that this is the bad side of town…
She looked up at me and smiled before speaking, "Tee hee Kyoko-chan is fine."
I blinked a couple times towards the girl. Did that girl just refer to herself in third-person? I asked myself. Suddenly my eyes were drawn to some motion out of the corner of my eyes. It seems that the girl has some fans.
"Hey miss you might want to head home, this section of town is dangerous." I informed her and lead her away from the thug-looking people that had been stalking her.
One of them called out to me, "Hey boy, why don't you hand the girl over and no one will get hurt."
"Really? I think that you'd better give up and go home before I finish my dri..." I said confidently, only to get interrupted by the Asian girl.
"Kuro-sama will protect me." She said smiling at me. Oh boy, looks like I've got no choice but to pray that I remember how to shoot my pistols. I wondered as I took my last swig of my can of Mountain Dew.
"Miss Kyoko, please run. I'll hold them here, no one will hurt you, I promise you." I ordered as I tossed my empty can onto the floor and deftly drew Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi from their resting places by my chest.
The raven-haired Asian girl nodded and to my horror, sat down on the ground while the gangsters began to pull out various sub-machine guns from under their coats.
"Don't worry, Kuro-sama will come and save us." Kyoko said obvious to the danger before us.
One of the thugs called out to me, full of confidence: "Look kid, I really don't want to have to kill you because of some misguided sense of honor…"
"Shut up." I yelled at him.
The thug smiled as he nodded for the others to open fire. They quickly brought up their sub-machine guns up and leveled them towards me.
Fuck. I thought mentally cursing at myself. I've got to take out as many as I can, so that Miss Kyoko can escape. I steeled myself as I calmly pulled the trigger. The twin goddesses roared angrily at the nearest thug dropping him to his knees. As the thugs fired their weapons, I could feel my body moving faster as the Twin Goddesses began their dance of death.
As the dance came to its finale, the alley was painted a dark crimson. Empty brass shell casings clattered as they bounced off the hard concrete, while a small trail of smoke poured out of the twin goddesses' steel barrels.
Am I a monster? I wondered as I looked at the bodies of the thugs, I turned to look at Kyoko after holstering my pistols.
"Are you hurt, Miss Kyoko?" I asked as I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"You moved like Kuro-sama but you aimed to kill. Kuro-sama would be disappointed in you." She said disappointingly.
I shrugged, before replying. "This Kuro-sama sounds like a fictional character because no one with any conscience would believe that this scum deserves to live after what they have done."
"If that how you feel then I shall take you to see Kuro-sama. Then you can see that he is indeed real." She said as she grabbed my arm and began to drag me away from the alleyway.
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