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[ratiosu]

She glanced down from the building, her blood-red gaze falling on the busy streets beneath her. She was gaining better control of the host and the host ws slowly giving up hope of being released as well. The only thing that stood in her way now was the unborn life which the host carried within him, the new psychic had set up a mental shield around the host's memory, inhibiting her from using his memory to confirm her targets, which had resulted in more innocent bystanders being caught up in this mess.

Brooklyn no longer had any home to call his own. He couldn't go back to King, now that this had happened, and he wouldn't be welcomed by BEGA either. He stared straight ahead, his gaze stone cold, emotionless.

She kept her gaze on the streets, easily noting the bright ginger colour of Brooklyn's hair. She had remembered him, he being the first one she had met and tried to attack.
She floated off the building, sneaking up behind the psychic. Today, she would finish him off and her creator would have close to nothing standing in her way.

Brooklyn however could easily pick out that dark pressence as he gazed up, his fingers curling around Zeus' blade.

She gave a slight smirk to him, a skill she had picked up from her contact and interaction with the host, her lips moving as she murmured in the host's voice, "Brooklyn Kingston..."

"I know what you are, and you aren't my husband," he said calmly, not even bothering to get up from his seat on the ground. He would rather die anyways than live a life without King.

She knelt down slightly beside him, running her cold fingers over the soft warm cheek, "I know."
Unknown to her, the new life within the host had reached out into Brooklyn's mind, trying desperately to ask for help, his weak powers battering uselessly against the strong mental shield around the older psychic's mind.

Brooklyn's gaze didn't even flicker. "I'd rather die now than watch you continue to destroy him. But if I do die," he finally glanced up. "I'm taking you with me."

"Interesting," she uttered simply, now running the dark fingers into Brooklyn's hair. "The question is whether I will destroy him first, or if you will kill me first."

Brooklyn's face was a deadly calm, his soulless eyes devoid of any feeling, so much worse than even when he battled Tyson.

She smirked simply at that, meeting the cold gaze with an equally emotionless one of her own. "I wonder what would be the best way to kill him? Perhaps you prefer him to lay in drugged eternal sleep?"

Brooklyn finally stood up, rising to his feet. "I don't think you quite understand the situation here."

"Perhaps," she whispered simply, standing up as well, the protruding belly of nearly 5 months showing clearly under the thin shirt.
The young psychic continued to press against his father's mental shield, hoping against hope that Brooklyn could hear his, and his mother's, cries for help.

Brooklyn's hand slid down, having felt the beating against his mental shield, trying to break through it. Finally, he let it fall for a moment.

Papa!!! a young child's terrified voice rang out loud within his mind, repeating the same word over and over again. It seemed as though whoever it was trying to speak to him had very limited vocabulary.
She smiled simply, "Or maybe you would like him to fly to his death...?"

Brooklyn didn't show any emotion as he reached out to comfort his son. He wouldn't let King or their son die if he could do something about it.

Papa!! the child cried out tearfully again, not wanting to be held 'hostage' by the stranger in his mother's mind anymore. He hated the feelings of destruction and evil radiating from her mind.
"No, death through drowning seems more possible."

"You won't hold him captive long enough to do anything," his attempts of comforting his son became a full mental assault on the evil bitbeast.

She raised an eyebrow at that, staggering backwards for a moment as she glared at him, oblivious to the mental distress and cryings of the new developing life, "You won't dare. You know that once I'm gone, he will be too."

Brooklyn gazed at her. "That's something I'll have to risk," he whispered, hoping she hadn't realized he had completely dropped his mental defenses to let his son's pleading in and now his mind was open to attacks.

"...you're willing to risk your husband's life to free him? Then what is freedom to him when he is dead?" she murmured. Luckily for Brooklyn, she hadn't detected the temporary drop in defence yet.

Brooklyn was torn between wanting to stay available to his son's mind and wanting to defend himself. But he knew as a fact that this was the decision King wanted him to make.

"So, what will it be?" she whispered, placing a hand in Brooklyn's hair again and stroking the warm hair lightly. "How about a direct attack through the chest? It's bound to kill him quickly."

Brooklyn jerked away from her. "Don't you dare touch me."

She smirked at that, her eyes fully focused on him. "But you know your husband will never want to touch you again."

"I'll be fine as long as he's free," Brooklyn whispered, his gaze on King. "And so will he."

"Naive," she murmured simply. "Freedom will only bring him more pain. Already he hurts, even under my control. And now that we're standing here looking at you, his hurt is more severe than ever. He wants nothing more than to die."

"And you think killing me will make that go away?"

"No," she smirked. "But it will make him go away."

Brooklyn stood calm, his gaze firmly on King taken over by Black Ariel. "I'm sorry," he whispered, as he struck with another mental attack.

She quickly grabbed control of the young psychic's mind, forcefully pulling up a shield around her own and King's mind, the unborn life screaming shrilly at the pain.

Brooklyn instantly dropped his own attack at that, unwilling to harm his son.

She released Brooklyn's son at that, smirking in triumph as she faced him, forcing her own mental attack on Brooklyn.

He was forced to take a step back, feeling the full brunt of that single attack.

She grinned maniacally at that, advancing on Brooklyn as she directed another mental attack towards him again.
However, she had not counted on the unborn life's setting up of a mental shield around his father's mind, using all his strength to protect Brooklyn from the attack.

Brooklyn feared attacking, not wanting to harm his son as he desperately tried a way to protect him.

The cyber bitbeast cried out for a moment, the mental attack turning to attack her instead as she staggered, dropping to one knee for a moment as she glared at Brooklyn, thinking that all these were the older psychic's doing.

Brooklyn panted lightly as he watched her closely. He was running out of ideas quickly.

She hissed at him for a moment, King's features ruined by her scowl as she pushed herself up, stalking away. Any more of this and she could risk losing this host. Her creator had instructed never to let that happen until the time was ripe.

Brooklyn gazed after her, scouring his mind for some way to defeat her. He had to find some way to protect his son from her control and have the ability to attack her at the same time.

She turned, giving Brooklyn one last glare before she turned around the corner, disappearing quickly. She had to take him down fast.

He panted lightly, putting his hand up against the wall. The attack had affected him but he wasn't about to give up.



It wasn't that he didn't want King to go to work, it was just that he wasn't sure he could handle parenting. However, Brooklyn wasn't about to let his husband catch wind of his worries. That would only make him drop out of work immediately just to become a stay at home mother. It was bad enough that he was useless when it came to earning money. Afterall, there was only so far the in-laws were willing to go, and the fact that he was illiterate and uneducated certainly wasn't winning their approval and even worse that he had been replaced by a younger blader and was now just one of the old has-beens.

"So, the formula's over here, the bottles' over there. Diapers are up in the room, towels too. Anything else?" King breathed, glancing down at the check list. No doubt Kira had been the sweetest angel during these few months and he trusted Brooklyn with taking care of their son, but he wasn't used to needing to be away from them both to bring home the bacon. "That should be everything." he smiled, glancing over at Brooklyn and watching him for a moment.

Brooklyn glanced at King. "I have been helping you raise him since he was born, I think by now I'd know everything."

King smiled at that, nodding for a moment. "Yeah, everything will be fine. Hope that I can say the same for my job later. If you need anything, don't hesitate to give me a call all right?"

"I know," Brooklyn said, his gaze remaining steadily on King.

King sighed at that, closing his eyes for a moment before glancing up at the clock again. "Well, I better move then. Don't want to be late."
He made his way towards the door, glancing up towards their room, where their baby lay asleep. He gazed back down at Brooklyn again, smiling as he kissed his husband, "See you later."

Brooklyn nodded in return. The in-laws would have an absolute field day with this one.

Kira continued to doze on in his cot, unaware that his father had taken over the job of looking after him today.

Brooklyn was sitting in silence as he gazed out the window, able to hear the car leave. Granted, his in-laws were nice men, they just didn't see the value of those that weren't educated in the top schools. Unfortunately, having not been to a single day of school Brooklyn fell into that category. Which made their relationship rather tense to put it lightly. And he didn't even need to be a psychic to be able to tell what they thought of him. But cheater, stupid, and slacker were on the top of the very long list he got radiating from their minds everytime he was nearby them.

King sighed for a moment, finally driving out onto the main road.
Are you worried for Brooklyn? Ariel murmured.
A little, King admitted. And for Kira too. I've never been away from them for even one second before.
Luckily for Brooklyn, the baby psychic was still sleeping away, his eyes closed as he relaxed in the comfort of the cool air.

Brooklyn stepped over to it, gazing at their sleeping son as he smiled gently before returning to the other room to rest on the couch. Sleeping through the night had never been a problem like many other couples complained. Kira almost never woke until morning.

It took a long while before the silence of the house was finally broken by Kira's soft gentle cries. Having just awoken from his nap, he could easily feel his father's mental shield. But there was somebody important who was nowhere to be found.
Never been away from his mother like this before, Kira immediately started wailing, unsettled and upset that his mother was missing.

Brooklyn sighed, getting up and lifting Kira in his arms as he tried to hush the little boy.

Tears streaming readily down his cheeks as he cried, Kira held on tightly to his father, screaming as loudly as he could. Already, he ws growing to resemble Brooklyn more and more with each passing day, his head of bright ginger hair growing fuller.

Brooklyn sighed, holding Kira close as he mentally reached out to comfort his son.

Kira was finally pacified after a long moment of comforting, holding and patting. However he was still upset over his mother's absence as he pressed close to Brooklyn, unsmiling.

Brooklyn gave a sigh of relief as he held Kira, glad that the screaming had stopped.

Kira blinked, glancing around at his surroundings for a moment as his father held him, feeling slightly content to be held by Brooklyn like this.

Brooklyn gazed down at him for a moment, stroking Kira's back.

Kira stared back at Brooklyn for a moment, blinking at him with his large dual-coloured eyes.

He has sat down, holding the baby in his lap as he gazed down at him, watching the small infant and wondering briefly if he had been anything like this child.

Kira glanced back up at him, giving him a soft cry of indecipherable baby words as he grinned at Brooklyn happily.

Brooklyn glanced down at him, smiling gently as he held Kira close, letting him rest against his chest.

Kira giggled happily, gently squirming against his father's hold as he wrapped his arms around the older psychic, seemingly returning the hug.

"You're too small for that," he murmured as he laid down, letting Kira rest on top of him.

Kira uttered another baby word again, lying on top of his father as he reached his tiny fingers out towards Brooklyn's hand.

Brooklyn offered his hand, letting the baby pull and suck at it, the gold of his ring glinting slightly in the light.

Kira grasped around the ring for a moment, captivated by the shine of the gold. He gave a delighted cry, pointing excitedly to the ring.

That cause Brooklyn to smile as he gazed at his son. At least he'd never be too old for this job.

Kira grinned back at his father, grasping Brooklyn's hand again, squeezing lightly at the ex-blader's fingers.

Brooklyn sighed slightly as he watched his son. The little miracles in life made it worth living, and this certainly was one of those that he would never tire of.

Kira glanced down at Brooklyn's fingers curiously, opening his mouth as he attempted to put it in to see what it was. Even if he was a psychic, he still behaved like any other normal baby.