Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Drakken ❯ What Is ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

“But Sokaaaaa,” Tsuzuki whined. “I wanna go to the party too.”

 

Hisoka sighed as the two of them walked up the lawn toward the house. “Absolutely not. I have no intention of fishing you out of a bottle of saki tonight.”

 

“I don't think they drink saki all that much over here. Not from what Blaze says.”

 

“And have you forgotten that the legal drinking age is twenty one here?”

 

Tsuzuki blushed a little. He had forgotten that. “But you're over twenty one now.”

 

“I still look sixteen, Asato,” Hisoka said earnestly.

 

“Oh,” Tsuzuki said, looking abashed. “Forgot that. Sorry.”

 

Hisoka sighed a long suffering sigh. “I'm not sure why we have to look in on the kids. They're more mature than you are most days.”

 

Both Hisoka and Tsuzuki were startled to see Nagi come bounding out the front door. “You guys better get in here before Omi freaks out any more than he already is.”

 

“Why is he freaking out?” Hisoka asked, glancing worriedly at Tsuzuki.

 

“Because,” Nagi said, smiling a little maliciously. “He's starting to show the same markings on his back I have. His just happen to be blue instead of green.”

 

 

 

“Yutaka?” Ghost said tentatively, approaching the man seated on one of the benches in the Red Shaman garden. When he lifted his head she could see his eyes were red rimmed, he had obviously been crying and was still very upset about something. He smiled up at her but it didn't quite touch his eyes. She sat next to him on the bench and waited for him to speak. When he didn't, she decided to break the silence herself. “What is it?”

 

He sighed heavily. “Nothing you can help with, Ghost,” he said sadly.

 

“You never know. I might be able to. I've been told I'm wise beyond my years.”

 

He smiled a little at that. “Considering who has raised you for the past ten years, I'd be surprised if you weren't.”

 

“Does it have something to do with Blaze?”

 

Watari shook his head. “No. Not Blaze.”

 

“Tatsumi, then?”

 

“Ghost, you really can't help with this.”

 

Ghost tilted her head and studied him for a moment. She drew a sharp breath as what he was pondering hit her hard. “You think he doesn't love you anymore.”

 

Watari glanced at her startled by the astuteness of her statement. “How did you . . .”

 

Ghost shrugged. “Wasn't hard to figure out because you're miserable. It's one of only two things I can think of that would have you sitting alone in the garden when you're this upset. Plus you're practically broadcasting. Does Blaze know about this?”

 

“Not that I know of. If she does, she hasn't said anything about it.”

 

“Well, she has to be picking up tension between the two of you. If I know her and I do, she's probably sat on him about this in private because she didn't want to upset you. Not to make you feel bad or anything but when you left it felt like both of them wanted to die again and stay that way if you weren't going to come back to them. Blaze just probably got over being mad at you because she's had to deal with Bricru for a long time and she knows how he operates. Tatsumi wouldn't exactly understand right away.”

 

Watari stared at her blankly for a moment. “You are astoundingly astute for your age.”

 

“Told ya so,” Ghost said, smiling. “If it's any consolation, Blaze always says that real love never dies. That sometimes it changes after death as people are reborn but it's still love. And that we always come back to the people we love because we aren't quite whole without them.”

 

“That sounds just like my wife. Thank you, Ghost.”

 

“Can I give you hugs? You feel like you need them.”

 

“Sure,” Watari said, letting her put her arms around him. “Wish I had a daughter like you.”

 

 

Across the street from the Red Shaman compound, hidden from both mortal and immortal eyes, a woman stood watching. Quietly observing those who came and went from the place.

 

“Takara?” a voice said from behind her. “Whatcha doing here?”

 

“One of them is here right now, idiot,” said another voice.

 

“I'm not an idiot, loser.”

 

“Okay, so you're a moron instead.”

 

“Yeah? Well, this moron is gonna kick your ass.”

 

“What-ever. Ow! That hurt you bastard!”

 

“You're one too since we're twins.”

 

“Boys!” the woman said, rubbing her forehead to ease the sudden ache she had. She turned around to face them and shook her head, trying not to laugh. One of them had on a tee shirt that proclaimed, I'm one of those bad things that happens to good people while the other said I'm not shy, I'm examining my prey.

 

“Sorry,” they mumbled in unison.

 

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, though she knew perfectly well why.

 

They glanced at eachother before one of them answered. “Well, we just thought . . . since, y'know . . . one of yours was here that maybe . . .”

 

She sighed and hugged both of them. Gods love them; they were almost desperate to see even one of their parents. For all the power they contained they really were just children. She smiled over the boys' bright hair at the older teenager suddenly standing behind them looking extremely annoyed.

 

“Samael Hunter and Camael Gunther, where have you been?”

 

Both boys jumped and turned to face their older sibling.

 

“Damn it, Uri, do you have to be so sneaky?” Hunter complained.

 

“It's genetic,” Gun said, glaring at his twin. “We all have one parent in common. Why were you looking for us, Uri?”

 

“I wasn't. Little Sister has been looking all over the place for the two of you.”

 

“Damn. Knew we forgot something, Gun. C'mon,” Hunter said, grabbing his brother by the shirt and disappearing.

 

Uri stared at the spot where they had been and shook his head. “There are days when I want to dye my hair any color but red and deny all DNA markers with them. But Little Sister would kill me because she loves them.”

 

“Uriel, you know they only want contact with their parents the same as you and Little Sister do.”

 

“I'm not so sure I want to deal with the fall out from it anymore.”

 

“What makes you say that?”

 

“Not only do they not know we exist, but only one of them is aware of the possibility we even can exist. They probably wouldn't want us anyway. I know you're worried about the same thing with your parents so you can skip the speech about they might actually be interested in the fact they have children. Little Sister wants one of them to name her and I'm not crazy about the thought of her going nameless forever. At this point that's the only reason I care about meeting either one of them.”

 

 

***************************Mad Ramblings aka Author's Notes***********************

Okay, I promise those are the last OC I will introduce in this series.