Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Black Velvet ❯ Arms Wide Open ( Chapter 21 )

Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is going to change

 

 

Skye finally managed to get a good fix on the boys. She used her ability to alter sound to keep her presence masked from them while she approached. For some reason they seemed spooked enough and she didn't want to startle them into flight again.

 

“Gods damn it, Gun, what were you thinking?”

 

Gun, who was sitting on a tree stump with his head in his hands, looked up dejectedly at his twin. “I was thinking I wanted to hug my mother. And you wanted to do the same damn thing but just didn't have the balls to.”

 

“Shit, man, I know. We can't just spring this on them with no warning.”

 

“I know! I'm just not sure how much more of this I can stand.”

 

Hunter ran his hands through his hair in frustration and in that instant everything fully registered to Skye.

 

Oh, gods, babies, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about it being a possibility. She stepped out into the small clearing the boys were sitting in. Both of them jumped and glanced at one another, Skye could almost feel the silent communication that went between them.

 

I close my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face

With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open

 

“It's okay. I understand now,” she said, coming to stand in front of them. “Gods, I should have known with that hair.” She reached out to ruffle Hunter's already wild mop, then gathered both boys to her, holding tightly to them. “I'm sorry I didn't realize it was probable sooner.”

 

Gun drew back and looked at her very seriously. “Does that mean you want us?”

 

“Gods, sweetheart, of course I do. You father may die from the shock or at very least faint though. I don't think he even knows it's possible.”

 

“He may really die from the shock all things considered.”

 

“Ah, your sister,” Skye said.

 

“And another older brother,” Hunter said. “But those two are only half siblings.”

 

Skye looked at him curiously for a moment. “Well, that will certainly be something to witness. Come on, let's get headed back. Where have you been staying and how long . . .”

 

“Have we existed? Only a couple of months actually,” Gun said.

 

“So you came to be around the time I had the vision of him dying.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What about your other brother and sister?”

 

“Uri and little sister have been here a lot longer than Gun and me have,” Hunter said.

 

“Little sister? Doesn't she have a name?”

 

“She does now. She wanted one of her fathers to name her. Gwynedd said the timing had to be just right for meeting them since they're mortal and she wasn't sure if they'd flip out about it or not.”

 

“Probably not considering the gifts both of them have. But you never really know how anyone will react to something until they're informed of it,” she said, putting her arms around both boys and starting to walk back to the house. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Gun spoke again.

 

“So, what do we do now?”

 

“About what?”

 

“About Hunter and I.”

 

“What do you boys want to do?”

 

They glanced at eachother nervously for a moment, obviously communicating on a private wavelength.

 

“We . . . don't know exactly,” Gun said honestly. “We didn't really think that we'd be . . .”

 

“Wanted,” Hunter finished the sentence for his twin.

 

Skye stopped abruptly and pulled them around to face her. “Look, boys, I don't know how Schuldig will take all of this but as I said before, I want you. And if he and Bradley aren't interested in your brother and sister, I'll take them too. But I don't think that will be a problem.”

 

 

Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be

 

The little girl had convinced Crawford to pusher on the rickety old swing.

 

“I don't know if it's safe or not,” he had said.

 

“It's okay, it won't break.”

 

“You don't know that.”

 

“Yes, I do,” she had said stubbornly.

 

Crawford smiled. “So, you're some type of precog?” he had said, meaning it as a personal joke and was quite surprised at her reply.

 

“Actually, I am,” she had said, grinning. “Comes from my father's side of the family.”

 

By the time Schuldig and the young man with him had come around the side of the house she was trying to convince Crawford to push her so the swing would go up and over the branch. Which he absolutely refused to do.

 

“Hey, Brad.” Schuldig called to him.

 

The little girl squealed and jumped from the swing, much to Crawford's dismay. She hit the ground running and made her way to her older brother.

 

“Uri! I have a name!” she babbled excitedly, jumping into his arms.

 

“You do?” Uri said, looking like someone had poleaxed him in the head.

 

“Brad, Schuldig, what the hell is going on out here? I thought Grandmere had sent all of the kids home already,” Ben said walking out to them. He froze in midstride a few feet away from them, looking from the children to the men in shock. “Oh, holy shit, Brad.”

 

“What? Is it Circe?”

 

“No. She's the same,” Ben said, again looking from his best friend to where Schuldig stood with the children in awe. The little girl had climbed out of her brother's arms and into Schuldig's, who took it as though it were an every day occurrence.

 

“What is it, Ben?” Schuldig asked, shifting the little girl's weight to one hip.

 

“I'm not exactly sure how to explain this,” Ben said, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully.

 

“Little sister, we need to go,” Uri said, trying to pull the little girl out of Schuldig's grasp. The look she gave him was absolutely mutinous and she wrapped her arms tighter around Schuldig's neck.

 

“No. This is going to happen. I've seen it.”

 

“Then you should have used that vision and altered this. What were you and the twins doing here anyway and where are they now?” he asked, again trying to pry her away from Schuldig's neck.

 

“I'm not leaving.”

 

He growled a little and tried again to no avail. “Damn it, we have to go.”

 

“No!”

 

“Young man, what makes you want to leave so urgently?” Ben asked.

 

Uri's chin went up a notch. “I won't have her hurt.”

 

“And why would they hurt her?” Ben asked, his eyes narrowing shrewdly. “Or is it the possibility of them hurting you that you're worried about? I think that's what has you wanting to hot foot it out of here before I can tell them.”

 

“Tell us what?” Crawford asked.

 

Ben looked at Uri with one eyebrow raised. Uri glared at him then sighed heavily, knowing he was not going to get his sister to let go of Schuldig in time to make an escape.

 

“Let's just get this nightmare over with,” he said.

 

“What?” Crawford said, finally losing patience with the whole situation.

 

“You asked for it. They smell like you,” Ben said.

 

“Smell like . . . that doesn't make any sense. You said the only people who have similar scents are . . .”

 

“Family. These two are your children, Brad,” Ben said.

 

“But . . . how is that possible? I mean, I've never been with a female. Ever.”

 

Schuldig's eyes flew wide when he suddenly remembered something he had heard in passing a long time ago.

 

“They aren't normal kids,” Schuldig said, looking at the little girl he was holding then at her brother, who was looking very much as though he would rather have been facing a firing squad.

 

“What are you talking about, Schuldig?” Crawford asked.

 

“When I was being trained by Rosenkreuz, I was in the offices and heard some of the bastards talking about what they called the created. Which are children who are supposed to be born of certain parents but can't be for whatever reason. Or they can be willed into existence. It's usually only possible if the parents are mentally strong and have some sort of gifts. They were talking about how they'd love to get their hands on any of them because they were extremely powerful as a general rule,” Schuldig said with a mild shudder. He pulled the little girl he was holding a bit closer in a protective gesture.

 

Ben nodded. “Created children are well known among the members of the Clan. They come to be at whatever age the universe deems they'll be able to handle their powers and are fully cognizant and functional from the moment they come to be onward. What I want to know is where these two have been and how long they've existed without your knowledge.”

 

All eyes turned to Uri, who clenched his fists and just glared, remaining silent.

 

“Nearly a year,” the little girl piped up. “It'll be a whole year in two days.”

 

“So you came to be last Samhain,” Ben said.

 

“Yes,” Uri bit out.

 

“Why didn't you just come to me and explain all of this then?” Crawford asked, walking over to Schuldig and taking his daughter from the other man. His daughter. He digested that thought in wonder. And his son, who looked as though he were going to explode at any second.

 

If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open...

 

“Would you have cared?” Uri said bitterly.

 

“We'll never know, will we?”

 

Ben laughed. “Oh, gods, Brad, he is definitely your kid.”

 

“Okay, we've established that Brad is their dad. Sooooo . . . who's their mother?” Schuldig asked.

 

The little girl giggled and leaned sideways to plant a kiss on his cheek.

 

“We don't have one. We have two dads,” she said, grinning.

 

“Hang on, I have to sit down before I fall down,” Schuldig said, sitting on the ground hard.

 

“If that bit of news shocks you, you may just want to lie down instead,” Skye said, coming out of the trees with two younger teenagers in tow.

 

“Mein Gott! How many kids do I have?”

 

“Just the four of us as far as we know,” Gun said.

 

“So, do you two belong to me and Brad or . . .”

 

Skye laughed. “Let's just say it was the easiest pregnancy I've ever had.”

 

“Scheisse!”

 

“Come on,” Ben said. “Let's at least go inside until we can figure out what to do with this situation. I'm sure Grandmere will at least want to feed them until they burst.”