A/N: I have noticed the lack of Mr. Law, so I decided to dedicate a chapter to him and his problems… the Blair problem, and one more. That wasn't well explained before, so here you go. ^.^
Mr. Law let out a yawn, letting his eyes drift over to the clock on his desk. "It's only three in the morning… two more hours of research won't hurt." Mr. Law muttered, his eye lids starting to get heavier as he reached behind him to grab yet another book with one arm and with the other, he shoved the useless book in front of him to the ground where a pile of books laid.
"It doesn't matter that you haven't slept in days… you can do this." He mumbled to himself. "It's all for her… for her. I promised Jackie." He mumbled as he set his book down in front of him and lightly slapped his cheeks in an effort to stay awake.
Letting out yet another small yawn, he opened the book and started to read it out loud to himself. "The many steps to… to…" he mumbled, his eyes closing against his will as his head fell against the open book, a light snore coming from him.
-Mr. Law's dream-
"Dad! Mom! You're home!" a teenage girl with bouncy purple hair yelled out, arms wide open when the front door of their apartment opened.
In walked a younger looking Mr. Law with his meister, the woman he had chosen to make a life with.
"You were gone a lot longer than normal this time." The girl said as she hugged her mother and quickly moved on to her father.
"We got you a surprise. That way, when we leave for another mission, you wouldn't have to be so lonely." Mr. Law, or Justin as his wife called him, said after giving his daughter a hug.
"What is it?" she asked as she went to sit down on the couch.
Jackie, Justin's wife, walked out into the hallway and brought back a pet cage. "A nice kitten and she's your favorite color too!" she said as she set it on the ground and opened it, reaching inside to pull out a purple cat and hand it to her daughter.
The cat looked up at the teenage girl and couldn't look away. Justin deemed this a bit odd, but he brushed it off with a little yawn. "It's midnight; we should probably go to sleep." He murmured.
"I'll stay here with Hannah; I promised her that we would watch a movie together after we came back from the mission." Jackie said, sending Justin a smile.
"Alright, I'll call it a day, see you tomorrow." Justin muttered and dragged himself towards bed, falling on top of it. It seemed like a few seconds had gone by before he heard an ear-shattering scream.
Justin ran towards the door, but it refused to open. "Open the door!" he yelled out, pounding on the door.
"Hannah! Hold on baby!" he heard Jackie yell out.
Justin's heart skipped a beat as he backed away and kicked at the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Don't give in!" he heard Jackie yell again.
"God damn it, open the door!" he yelled out again, giving it one last forceful kick, breaking it down. Justin ran out to see his wife sobbing, a whole bunch of furniture piled up on top of her, her arms reaching out towards her daughter who was unconscious in the middle of the living room.
The purple cat that they had gotten Hannah was reaching into her chest, its paw somehow managing to dig past the skin without tearing it and pulling out a light blue soul.
"Justin! Do something!" Jackie yelled out, tears streaming down her face.
Justin ran towards the cat that held his daughters Soul, but unfortunately, she saw him and smirked. "Nice try, but you are worthless without your meister." She said, lifting her paw and pointing it at Justin. "Pum-pum-pumpkin." She said under her breath.
A pumpkin shot out of her paw and slammed into Justin, slamming him against the wall and holding him there.
The words rang through his head. You are worthless without your meister.
"Leave my daughter alone!" Justin yelled out.
"I don't think so. I've had my eye on this body ever since I moved into this town and I'm not about to let you petty humans ruin that for me." The purple cat growled and swallowed Hannah's soul whole.
Justin struggled against the pumpkin, but it was to no avail. The cat murmured a few words under her breath and then her eyes rolled back as she fell back into Hannah's body.
Justin's heart stopped completely as the pumpkin disappeared and he fell to the ground.
Hannah's body sat up. "It feels so much better than what I expected, so much healthier. I'll be taking great care of this one." Hannah's body mumbled as it looked down at itself.
"Who are you?" Justin exclaimed getting back up and making his way towards her.
"My name is Blair, and I thank you for this nice body that you have brought to the world. Now if you excuse me, I'll take my leave." Blair said with a little curtsey.
"Stop her Justin!" Jackie ordered.
Justin nodded and ran in the direction of Blair, tackling her down to the ground.
Blair transformed into a cat and managed to wiggle out of Justin's arms.
Justin struggled to catch the slippery cat, but Blair managed to jump onto the window that led to the fire escape. She sent Justin a sly grin and jumped onto it.
Justin jumped out after her only for his body to be slammed back inside by a huge pumpkin. "Damn it." he grumbled.
"The door Justin!" Jackie yelled out.
Justin gave up trying to get out through the fire escape and instead ran for the front door, only to find that it too was blocked by a huge pumpkin, no matter how much he tried to get through, it wouldn't budge. He tried all the windows and nothing.
"She's gone… I'm sorry." He murmured to his wife after pulling her out from all the furniture.
Jackie cried for hours, and Justin managed to hold back his tears. He had to be strong for his wife. "We'll find her again. I promise you. I will get our daughter back Jackie." Justin said as he hugged his wife harder.
"I don't think I could get over this. Why did we have to get her that cat?" Jackie managed to say through pauses between her sobs.
"Don't blame yourself Jackie." He murmured.
They tried calling the cops but, the phone was broken due to being one of the pieces that piled up on top of Jackie, and the pumpkins didn't disappear, letting Blair escape. The neighbors tried to get them out but it was useless. Twelve hours later, the pumpkins somehow vanished.
A few years passed and they saw nothing of their daughter.
"Jackie, you need something to keep your mind off of Hannah for a while. Why don't you give art lessons?" Justin suggested after getting tired of listening to her cry herself to sleep.
"I'm not giving up on her." Jackie insisted.
"That's not what I'm saying Jackie. You are on the verge of becoming suicidal; I'm not willing to lose you." Justin murmured. "Give art lessons, I know that that relaxes you. Do it for me." Justin murmured, wiping away a few stray tears that were trailing down her cheeks.
Jackie looked up at him and he had to bite back a few sobs, she looked almost exactly like Hannah. Justin had to look away for a while.
"You see her too. Every morning that I have to look in the mirror… I see her." She murmured.
Justin pulled her into a hug and let her cry on his shoulder. "I really do think that giving art lessons would be healthy for you." he whispered, his throat closing up.
So Jackie went ahead and put ads all over the town, but no one seemed to give her a chance. Justin began to worry. He even considered becoming her student, but she needed a break from her home life, and he was a part of that, so that wasn't going to work.
One faithful day, Jackie received a call about her teaching private lessons to a family's son.
"They say that their son is acting up even though he's only about nine years old. He doesn't want to play his piano anymore and they want me to teach him how to draw in hopes that that will calm him down." Jackie said as she packed her bag with special drawing pencils.
Justin smiled, this was the first time that Jackie has acted this way since the incident… he missed it. "Have fun Jackie." He said as he opened the door for her.
Jackie left and a few hours later came back a huge smile on her face.
"How was it?" Justin asked as he served himself some juice.
"It was great. I really don't see how the boy is acting up. He was so nice." Jackie said.
"Oh?" Justin asked as he took a swig of his juice.
"Yeah, he has the oddest eyes though. They are a blood red, and his hair, the poor boy is going to be picked on when he grows older." Jackie said with a small chuckle as she set her bag down on the ground.
"Why?" Justin asked.
"It's white. His hair is naturally white. Aside from that, he's a nice boy, he wouldn't harm a fly. He has a good hand though, does very nice artwork. He has a nice name too, I think it was Soul." Jackie said as she grabbed Justin's cup of juice and drunk it all, leaving him pouting. "Thank you." she said.
"Well Jackie, do you like being an art teacher? Will you be able to concentrate on our missions now?" he asked her as he went to wash the cup.
"I think so." She said.
A few weeks went by, and the lessons with the little boy continued, Jackie came back home every day with a smile on her face and a story to tell, but Justin still saw sadness in her eyes. It was understandable though, but he wouldn't push it, Jackie was smiling again, that's what mattered right now.
Justin had made dinner for the two of them, his stomach was rumbling, but he refused to eat until his wife came back to tell him how her day with the Soul boy went.
A whole hour came and went and the dinner had gone cold. With a sigh, Justin got up and grabbed the phone to call her, but she didn't pick up.
Justin felt his heart beat speed up, what if something bad happened?
Justin quickly ran out of the apartment and got into his car. He had dropped Jackie off at the Evans mansion many times before.
Pulling up into their driveway, he turned off the car and ran up the steps that led to the door and knocked on it repeatedly until the butler answered the door.
"How can I help you?" the butler asked.
"Uh, yeah, is Jackie here? My wife?" he asked.
"She should have left a while ago. Did she not make it home?" the butler asked.
"No, she hasn't and I'm worried." He said. "Could I check if she is still teaching the boy?" Justin asked.
"Of course, follow me." The butler said letting him in and leading him to a set of double doors pushing them open and freezing at the sight before him. "M-master Soul… what have you done?" the butler asked.
Justin marched inside of the room, expecting a mess of paints, but instead was met by blood stains splattered all over the carpet.
Justin fell to his knees when he saw Jackie on the ground, blood still flowing from a gaping hole in her stomach. Sitting in a nearby chair was a little boy with white hair, red eyes that were filled with tears that over flowed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to control it. It hurt me." He kept repeating between sobs, his little business suit stained red with blood, one of his arms was turned into a blade while the other clutched a pencil tightly over his heart. The art canvas next to the little boy had a sketch that looked a lot like Jackie.
The words 'You're useless without your meister' bounced around in his head again. Quickly, Justin picked Jackie up in his arms and ran out of the mansion and rushed to the hospital… but deep inside, he knew it was too late.
-End of Justin's Dream-
Justin was jolted awake as he gasped for air. "It's him… he killed her… How could I forget about him? Soul killed Jackie." Justin murmured, his hands going up to his hair, yanking at it. "God damn it. I had him right in front of me in many occasions and I let him get away?" Justin murmured to himself. "He'll pay… once I get my daughter back, he'll pay for killing my wife." Justin growled under his breath as his hands balled up into fists.
A/N: Sorry Mr. A, the temptation of making a chapter on Soul's past was too much for me; technically, it wasn't exactly Soul's past but still. I couldn't help it, forgive me?
Anyways, all of you that reviewed and PMed me, one way or another wanted to hear Soul's past… do you like how I linked it into Mr. Law's past? It is definitely going to come back to bite him in the rear. Poor Soul, what he meant when he said that he 'couldn't control it' was that it was his first time transforming into his weapon form, he didn't know how to control it (I don't know how the first time transforming into a weapon works). That's why he was acting out, he was getting pains. Hope that clears it up. ^.^ And for those of you that didn't review… I'm disappointed in you. This chapter was dedicated to those that made in effort in contacting me.