Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Night ( Chapter 25 )

 

“Why are we here?” Omi asked once he and Blaze had gained the sanctuary of the garden. They had passed through to the heart of the garden and were now seated on one of the benches.

 

“I'm not sure I know what you're asking, Omi,” Blaze said.

 

“Why is my team here? We're just normal human beings. We don't have anything close to the gifts Red Shaman or even Schwarz has. Why get us involved at all?”

 

“That's just the point. You've seen all of us work to some extent. Is it really fair to put an ordinary human being against such . . . power, for want of a better word?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then you have your answer to that question. Though I doubt anyone would last long against any of your team either. It at least gives them a chance. Not to mention this is so widespread and so big that we needed the help.”

 

“You don't strike me as someone who asks for help often.”

 

“I'm not.”

 

“I guess I'm just trying to figure out where I fit in to all of this,” he said, looking up at the night sky.

 

“Trying to figure out where you fit in this mission or where you fit as far as Nagi and Ghost are concerned?” Blaze said.

 

He shrugged. “Both. I know we're connected. But I don't know why. I can see why Ghost and Nagi are linked. They have similar backgrounds and both of them have certain gifts. I just don't see where I fit in.”

 

“Omi, I know Nagi explained to you what an anchor or a ground is. There's a lot more to it than simply keeping someone in their own head. You fit with Nagi and Ghost because you're their ground.”

 

“How can I ground either of them without knowing I can?”

 

“The same way Honey grounds Chiro and I. By just being there.”

 

“I still don't understand.”

 

“I know you don't. I was never good at explaining things. Those of us who have what we call gifts or talent or whatever, are susceptible to bouts of depression, anger for no reason, erratic mood swings, you name it. Especially those who have telepathic gifts. You can't have a million people bombard your mind all at once and not go a little crazy. We aren't exactly stable. No one is quite sure why, it's just something that happens. We need to be around people who are stable to provide a framework for us to function normally in. Skye has acted as a ground for Star, Sunny and Ghost for years because she's the most stable even though she has gifts herself. She's strong enough to provide an anchor for them.”

 

“But Skye said she couldn't be a ground for Star if she went searching through other people's minds to trace down who's at the source of this.”

 

“No. She can't. She and Star are too close. What allows Skye to ground Star in everyday life or even on mission is also what keeps her from being able to ground her when she's searching. She wants to protect her and keep her safe. She can't do that while Star is searching and it disrupts her peace of mind, so it blocks her ability to act as an anchor.”

 

“I think I understand. How is it that the one who blows himself up regularly can act as an anchor to you and your other husband?”

 

She smiled slightly. “That's easy. Chiro and I are too much alike. We get so focused on the details that we forget to look at the big picture most of the time. Honey looks at everything from a slightly skewed point of view and generally drags us along for the ride. He takes such joy in small things. Makes us see the value of everything so much more clearly than we would otherwise.”

 

“That kind of explains how I fit in with Ghost and Nagi. It's hard to believe that Nagi and I used to try to kill each other on a regular basis.”

 

She laughed. “Someday I'll tell you about setting Chiro's office on fire. The way we fought you would have thought we hated each other to the bone. A lot can change in a very short time.”

 

“I can kind of see that in the two of you. You're both really strong and determined people. I can see it in Watari too. He's just a little more subtle about it.”

 

“He's sneaky.”

 

Omi smiled. “I guess I should be a little more freaked out around you than I am.”

 

“What makes you say that?”

 

“You're dead. You have been for thousands of years. But I'm sitting here talking to you. I can reach out and touch you. I don't know when I accepted it as normal. I always knew there was something different about you. Even before I knew about any of this. Aya always seemed to know it too.”

 

“If I recall correctly, he hated me from day one.”

 

“Not really. You just scared him. Don't tell him I said that because he'll kill me. Literally. I guess it's like Skye is with Star. He didn't think he could protect me from you if you'd had anything bad in mind. Which is a major admission for him even in his own head.”

 

“What made him initially think that?”

 

“You knew my name, even though I wasn't wearing any kind of name tag. Plus he said that you moved like one of us even in heels. I think that weirded him out more than a little.”

 

“Somehow it doesn't surprise me that he noticed something like that.”

 

They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the evening.

 

“Why does everyone call this part of the garden Night? I can see where they might simply due to the night blooming plants in this part. But there has to be some other reason as well.”

 

“There is. When Ghost first came to us she was so withdrawn that we could barely get a word out of her unless it was a direct question. Even then she would cringe back like we were going to hurt her. Not surprising considering what she'd gone through. After a while we noticed that she'd sit out here for hours and talk to the plants. Especially at night. We figured it was because, for whatever reason, it's easier to say things at night. Initially I put a spell on this part of the garden that made it easier for whoever is here to speak whatever is on their mind that might be hard to say any other time in any other place. Not that it forces one to say anything. Just gives someone a sense of security and calm so it doesn't bother them as much.”

 

“I think that was a great idea.”

 

“Not bad, if I do say so myself.”

 

He smiled at her. “Thanks for bringing me back.”

 

“It wasn't just me. You had to want to live, Omi. Otherwise, I couldn't have helped you.”

 

“For whatever reason, I'm glad you did,” he said.

 

“It wasn't just because you remind me of Hisoka.”

 

“I know that. I'd like to think you cared about saving me because I was myself.”

 

“That's true. I do care about you for who you are, not who you remind me of.”

 

“Is Hisoka your son? I heard him call you Mom earlier.”

 

“He calls me Mom because I'm the only mother he's ever really had. He's my grandson. Several thousand generations removed actually. But he and I are close. We died in very similar fashions. Really long story there. But it was what cemented the initial ties. I like to keep track of my descendants when I manage to find them. Though the bloodlines are diluted and hard to trace anymore. There are some that are glaringly obvious.”

 

“Like Star, Skye and Sunny?”

 

She looked at him curiously.

 

“Ghost said that she knew you were all related but she wasn't sure how exactly.”

 

“Sunny is a grandson, like Hisoka is. Star and Skye are my nieces.”

 

“Doesn't that make it kind of weird considering Sunny is stupid in love with Skye?”

 

“Considering that they're several generations apart and both of them are dead, I don't see how it's a problem. Technically they aren't close enough to be considered related by any stretch of the imagination.”

 

“True families rarely grow up in the same household,” Omi said thoughtfully.

 

“That, bishounen, is absolute truth.”

 

“Mom? Are you out here?” came Hisoka's voice from the doorway of the house.

 

“In Night, baby,” Blaze called, standing up and going to meet him in the archway. “What is it?” she asked, noticing the frown and general feel of him was off.

 

“Wakaba says the boy wants to speak to whomever is in charge of investigating this case. Now,” Hisoka said, his eyes flicking ever so briefly to Omi.

 

“Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes.”

 

“You don't have to go anywhere, Mom. They're here. Wakaba said he wouldn't take no for an answer and was driving everyone crazy.”

 

“I like the kid already,” Blaze said. “Bring him to me. Send Jeirn as well.”

 

Hisoka nodded. “So, he's back.”

 

“Yes. His name is Farfarello this lifetime.”

 

********************************Author's Notes***************************************

Hai, hai, moimoi-chan, I'm getting to it. You do realize I can't write hentai worth anything, right.