CH 4: Genesis Rhapsodis from Final Fantasy VII
Bad Luck
The toy guns were gone, of course. Willow was over with Buffy fawning over that bunch of poof jokingly called a gown. Yup, he was flying solo.
A patch of white fluff in a corner caught his eye. A black bomber jacket with white fur lining. Probably not real, but a pretty good imitation. There were rumors flying around about a cat burglar in New York. So far there were three identifiers, a black costume, white hair, and a weird black mask.
Well he had the black jacket in hand, and dark clothes at home (not that Willow knew about them), white hair dye would be pretty cheap and making the mask should be pretty simple. He'd made things like that before when patching up after patrolling.
It was more than he'd planned on spending, but still it was a really cool costume.
"Hiya Mrs. S."
"Xander, who are you supposed to be?"
The teen now had shock-white hair spiked up and ruffled, a black bomber jacket with just the ruff of white around his neck showing, snug black jeans, black combat boots and an odd thin mask around his eyes.
His grin was decidedly cat like.
"Bad luck for rich people."
"Xander!"
"Who's… whoa!"
It was hard to tell who was more startled, the young man with white hair seeing the ghost of a young woman, or the ghost who had run through a young man with ice blue eyes and fangs.
Xander was headed out of here. Soonish anyway. He had to gather some things, investigate others.
He could see patterns now where before he hadn't noticed a thing. Or at least nothing beyond the normal amount of strange.
Willow would be mad and cry and bawl him out. That was ok, it meant she cared.
He'd check in, visit back too. But the best way for him to help his girls wasn't here, so off he went.
That and make sure the female version of him in New York didn't find him. Man, was he glad that he hadn't gone as an exact copy. He could have been stuck with girl bits! A manly shudder ran down his spine at the very thought.
Idly he tossed the now empty wallet in a nearby bin. This should be a good start for him. A bit of concentration and the lanky teen was replaced by a well formed young man with shock-white hair and ice blue eyes.
He had work to do.
Angel walked home to the mansion after seeing Buffy home. Absently his hand went to his pocket when he noticed something.
"Hey, where's my wallet?"