Disclaimer: I OWN ZILCH OF THIS!

Chapter 9

At home I laid on the couch just thinking. I was happy for him but I wanted to know who his son is. I wonder if they know that he's their father and that hes back for them. Dominic said that his son was one of my classmates. Who could it be? I sat there thinking over and over on who since I got home from school. After a while my head started to hurt from overthinking the whole thing and I wasn't going anywhere with figuring it out. So I head over to my room and sit in front of my vanity. My mirror is covered in pictures of my friends and just about everyone and anyone apart of my life.

After everything that happened today I looked at all the pictures I had of Dominic. I took one down to look at it closer and as I sat back down another picture fell off. That startled me. I walked over to the picture, and the glass on the front was broken. I carefully picked up the photo and brushed off the glass shards still on the picture. It was of Jett and I. I smiled, this photo was the most recent one of us. That's when I noticed something. The look in Jett's eyes, the way his smile was tilted slightly to the right, and how he stood with such confidence. I ran back to my bed and grabbed the photo of Dominic. I put them right next to each other. Those habits were exactly the same. Was it Jett? No, no it couldn't be. He was raised on the streets. There wasn't ever a mention of a mom or dad. I pushed the thought aside and determined that the habits were just a coincidence.

I swept up the broken glass and laid back down on my bed. Now I couldn't seem to stop thinking about Jett. I needed to see him. I threw on my shoes and walked out the door. This would be the perfect time to clear my head before I saw him. My head began to buzz with questions. Who was the girl Dominic left? Why did he come back to the academy if he could've seen his son while he was here last? Where is Dominic's son right now? Before I knew it, it started to pour and I forgot to grab my umbrella. I picked up the pace, trying to get to Jett's house as fast as possible. I was starting to shiver. It was a heavy rain shower and I could barely see my hand in front of my face.

"Ivory?!" I heard my name being shouted but I couldn't see from where. The voice sounded familiar.

"Who's there?!" I saw a figure appear to my right. I whipped around and froze. A hand touched my shoulder and I felt like I couldn't move.

"Relax it's me. Jett." I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god. "What are you doing out here in the rain? You'll catch a cold if you stay out here much longer. C'mon, lets go inside." I smiled as he led me inside. He lead me to his living room and he walked over to the closet to grab a blanket. "Here you go and if you wanna take off your wet clothes theres a bathroom down the hall I should have a t-shirt in there if you want to wear it."

I never felt the way I felt at that time ever and all I could do was nod and make my way to the bathroom. It was probably best to take off my dripping wet clothes so that I didn't get sick and so that they would dry. I looked around the bathroom and sure enough there was an Old Grease t-shirt. It was one of Jett's favorite bands. I took the shirt and put it on then wrapped the blanket around me and walked back to the living room with my clothes in my hand.

In the livingroom Jett was sitting on the ground in front of his fireplace with an open fire. He looked so peaceful and I knew that I could just stand there looking at him forever. When I walked in it seemed as though he heard me walk in because he stood up and walked over to me.

"Hey, here let me take those. They'll dry faster by the fire." He took my clothes and placed them by the fire. I made my way in front of the fire and sat down. The feeling of the warm flames felt so good. My hair was still dripping wet so every now and then I would feel the cold water drip from my hair onto my face. I felt so at ease I closed my eyes. Jett then sat behind me and before I knew it I leaned back onto his chest. I felt safe at that time , safe and tired. It had been a long day but I knew I couldn't go home, I didn't want to go home. There was no point in going back now. I laid right there on his chest and opened my eyes. He was so focused on the fire and he was at ease.

He looked down and me and I could do was smile at giggle a bit at his face, so focused and so concentrated. He had gentle, and peaceful eyes. He leaned down over me and kissed me. Even after everything I knew he would always be there for me. Being with him now cleared my mind. He kissed me again and picked me up I was sitting on his lap facing him now. I would say that everything was moving really fast between us but at this time its just what I need there is nothing more that I want than to be here with him. Each kiss grew longer and held much more passion. I let myself go, all the memories, all the drama, I let everything go all I had was him now and thats all I need to focus on and before I knew it I was laying on Jett's bed with him holding me close.

The next day I when I woke I tried to recall what happened the night before. I looked around not recognizing where I was at first until I saw Jett next to me still asleep. I looked down at myself and then to the dresser next to me and there sure enough was the clothes I was wearing that night. I grabbed the Old Grease t-shirt and pulled it over myself. I made my way out of the bed and grabbed my bra and underwear. From there I headed to the bathroom stumbling over myself every now and then. I wasn't fully awake. I turned the shower on then headed into the kitchen to make some coffee while I waited for the shower to heat up.

I had enough time to pour two cups of coffee before Jett got up and made his way into the kitchen. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Morning." He kissed my cheek and I smiled. I could tell that me wasn't all that awake either, likely for me I was more awake.

"Morning." I handed him the cup of coffee I made for him, kissed him then headed back into the bathroom. The water by now was heated up enough for me to get in.

I ran my fingers through the warm water and let my shoulders relax. I felt so happy and peaceful. I could see that Jett was much calmer too. I pulled off the Old Grease t-shirt and blushed. That's when I heard the door slam open. I spun around and felt my cheeks get hot. There was Jett, looking flustered. He then noticed I was only in my underwear and quickly hid his face. I stifled a laugh and threw the t-shirt back on.

"U-um there's a mission we need to go on." I saw him turn redder than I've ever seen before. He looked so cute like this.

"Okay, let's get going." I grabbed his hand and led him out of the bathroom. He pulled back a bit and I spun around. "What is it?"

"Well, you aren't exactly wearing pants." I looked down at the t-shirt and realized that he was right. I giggled a bit and he gave me a curious look. I released his hand and skipped over to the pile of clothes by the fireplace. I quickly slipped on the closest pair and smiled.

"Ready to go now?"

"Yea, lets go." I heard him let out a small laugh, which made me smile even more. He walked up and grabbed my hand.

We started running towards the woods to fight the next kishin soul. From the way Jett sounded this morning, it seemed pretty urgent. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked straight forward. I got confused. I walked next to him to see why he stopped. My eyes widened. Right before us, was the kishin soul we had to fight. I glanced up at Jett and his face twisted into a stern and determined look. I knew what that meant and I transformed into weapon form. Jett charged towards the monster and struck with as much force as he could. The monster began to mirror our moves and it was the start of a stalemate. I felt a sharp hit in my side. I started to panic. Was the kishin soul winning? The blows went back to mirroring each other. Then, when Jett pulled back to strike again, I felt a blow to my other side. It was much stronger than the last one. This didn't make any sense. Why would I feel the hardest blow I'd felt this entire match, when Jett hadn't even struck yet? The battle seemed to go slower than it was before. I started to get worried. Is something wrong with me? I know I'm a lab experiment, so could that somehow be affecting me in battle? Was there anything I'd done that would've caused me to be weaker? I recollected everything I did yesterday. The only thing I could think of that could possibly be wrong with me was what Jett and I did. Oh god, am I?! No, that's not possible, that only happened last night. That's impossible, right?

"Ivory? Ivory!" I heard my name being called. I snapped back to reality. I transformed out of weapon form.

"What?" I looked to my right and saw a kishin soul bobbing up and down in midair. We had already won the battle. "Oh, sorry." I walked over and picked up the soul.

"Are you okay? We won a few minutes ago, but you never came out of weapon form." Jett seemed really concerned. I pushed back what I was thinking about and smiled.

"I'm fine, lets just go home." We walked home silently. He was holding my hand, but other than that you could've thought we were strangers. Before I knew it, we were at his front door. We walked in and he fell down onto the couch. I just hurried into the bathroom before he could ask me any questions.

I shut the door behind me and grasped the edge of the sink. I couldn't look at my reflection. I needed to talk to Lord Death about this but what would I say? How would I say it? I can't go by human standards. Things are way different for me just because I'm a lab experiment. Was it even possible for me to conceive? This might just be all in my head, but the possibility still hung there. I finally gained enough courage to look up. I looked tired, even though I wasn't. I placed my hands on my stomach. I giggled to myself. This wasn't possible. I'm just being paranoid. That's when I felt movement under my hands. I pulled them away as fast as possible. Oh my god. I couldn't have made that up. Was it possible? Could I really be pregnant? No. This isn't happening. I grab my hair. What if the same thing that Dominic did happens to me?! Oh god, I can't lose Jett.

My vision starts to blur. I feel the first tear fall. I can't leave now. Jett will get worried and then I'll have to tell him why. I quickly wipe away the tears and try to regain my composure. If I'm going to tell him, I need to be calm. I take a deep breath and walk towards the door. Before I can grab the handle, it swings open. Jett is standing there looking furious. He looks up at me and crumples to the floor. I get down to his level as fast as I can and pull up his chin.

"Jett, what's wrong?!" His eyes are filled with hatred and sadness. Did I accidentally say something out loud? Oh no, could he know? "Jett I-"

"Dominic." His voice was so low I could barely hear what he said.

"What?" I started to worry. Did Dominic come here?

"HE'S MY FUCKING FATHER!" Jett started to go wild. He got up in the blink of an eye and punched the wall. I couldn't move. Jett was Dominic's son? My hand clasped over my mouth and my vision started to blur again. I couldn't tell him now. He was enraged. All he would do is leave.

"Oh Jett." I managed to whisper out. I couldn't say much more everything was getting to me now. Everything that happened between me and Dominic and now me and Jett, if what I think is true its gonna be the same cycle over again. I can't risk that I just can't. I kept hearing his hands impact with the wall. I see a drop of blood hit the floor and I immediately snap to my senses. I jump up and pull him away from the wall. "Jett! Stop!"

I managed to pull him away and sit him on the couch. His knuckles were bruised and bloody. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit. I stopped by the sink and saw the sleeping medicine he was prescribed a few weeks ago for his insomnia. I fixed a glass of water and let them dissolve into the cup. He wasn't going to take them willingly but sleep is the best thing for him right now.

I ran back into the living room and luckily he was still sitting on the couch. I sat down next to him and handed him the glass of water. His eyes were red and swollen. I felt my eyes begin to water, but I quickly wiped them. I needed to be strong for him. I started to bandage his left knuckle while he drank the water. His eyes began to droop once I finished bandaging one hand. I picked up the right hand and began to bandage that one when he started to mumble.

"Why me?" I managed to make that out. I felt a pang in my chest. I was about to speak when I saw his eyes shut all the way. He looked like a little boy and it made me smile.

I finished bandaging the right knuckle and I laid him down on the couch. Hopefully he would feel calmer in the morning. I quietly slipped out of the front door and started walking home. Before I knew it, I began to think about everything all over again. It surrounded me with questions and I decided to turn around and go talk to Lord Death. Even if he was a little off, he'd still have the answers. I whipped around as fast as I could and I ran into someone. They caught themselves on my stomach and pushed away. I looked up to see that it was Obsidian.

"Well hello there Ivory." I felt so flustered but he acted as though nothing had happened. I quickly realized he was waiting for my response and I felt even more flustered.

"H-hi Obsidian." I managed to stammer that out. After a minute I calmed down and managed a smile.

"It is quite late and I'm in a bit of a hurry, but do take this." He handed me a card facedown and I became confused. I knew he specialized in card tricks but why would he give me one? "I look forward to seeing you soon!" He flashed a smile and brushed past me. A few steps away he began to speak again. "Double trouble, huh?" I became more confused but I just brushed it away. Obsidian was probably talking in some card lingo. I looked down at the card still face down. The curiosity started to eat away at me. I flipped it over and saw that it was one of the jokers. In the top right corner, there seemed to be writing. I squinted and read 'Your suspicions are right.' I gasped and dropped the card. How did he know? Did he just confirm what I was so confused about? I looked behind me to see that he was already gone.

I looked away quickly. I don't get any of this. I need to talk to my father if anyone knows the truth its gotta be him, right? I just don't know what to think right now and I want to know for sure, just in case if the card was just by chance. I just don't want it to be true.

Just one more chapter for today! Please tell me what you think so far :)