sonoflongshot: (Not sure)
When the tall, blond man rolled over and flung his arm out, he felt grass instead of the fuzzy skin he was used to. Aiden Blaire's eyes popped open. He didn't remember falling asleep in grass, and when his vision cleared, he saw he was on his side in a large field. There were other bodies lying prone in the grass around him. With a soft groan, he pushed himself up and onto his feet. He took a closer look at the bodies around him.

He gasped and scrambled over to a familiar lump. He crouched down beside the brunette and put his hand on her shoulder. “Aunt Nika!”

He shook her shoulder gently. He let out a slow breath when he was cussed at in Symkarian and called Felicity.

“Don't have the chest for that, 叔母ちゃん.” He kept his four-fingered hand on her shoulder as he glanced out at other dark shapes lying in the grass. He squinted in the hopes he would see the other New Mutants. Instead, he spotted Stephanie's husband, Val's alternate half-brother, Sara's boyfriend's friend, a vaguely familiar teenager, and some Asian man he'd never seen.

“Ah-Aiden? What’re you doing here?” Nika asked sleepily. “... where’s here?”

“I dunno, but at least we have others with us.” He took his hand from her shoulder as she started to rouse. “They’re waking up, too.”

He rose smoothly to his feet to give her some space as he went to check on the others lying in the field. By his estimation, the other five were groggy but fine. Even the redheaded teen who screamed in his face and tried to scoot away across the grass.

“Whoa! It’s alright,” Aiden tried to soothingly shout over the panicked screams. He held up his hands to placate the kid, but that seemed to make it worse. “Uhh, calm down?”

Once the Mojoworlder had moved a few steps back the teen calmed down enough to stop the screaming. Rather than agitate the kid again, Aiden turned back to his aunt, whom was slowly getting onto her feet. He watched her squint around the surrounding grasslands they were in.

“No higher vantage point,” she said as she walked over to him.

“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Hold a second.”

He left his aunt’s side and went over to the sometimes angry Avenger. He offered his hand to the tall Native American. “Hi! I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Aiden, Dazzler’s son.”

Jay Walters-Wingfoot glanced him over before shaking the offered hand with a strong grip. “Sara’s friend, I remember. Know where we are?”

“No clue. Can I stand on your shoulders?”

Jay blinked. “...what?”

Aiden gestured to the open expanse around the slowly gathering group of people. “Not a lot of high points around here. You’re built like a tree and probably as strong as one. If I stand on your shoulders, I get a twelve foot view of our surroundings.”

The Avenger puffed out a breath. “Sure. May as well. Unless the Atlantean can fly up higher.”

They both looked over at Remi deNamor, who was looking down at his bare feet on the ground. His brows knit together as his shoulders jerked up and back. There was a long pause as the duo watched him. “I… can’t fly. I don’t think I have my powers.”

“Oh, boy,” Aiden whispered to himself as he scratched his cheek lightly. He turned to look back at Jay. “Better look around for a way out?”

Jay nodded and cupped his hands to help boost Aiden up. The Mojoworlder probably could have climbed up without the assist, but there was less chance of accidental groin punishment this way. He balanced easily with his feet on Jay’s shoulders. Even moreso when Jay held onto his feet.

Aiden put a hand over his eyes to block out the bright sky. He didn’t see a sun anywhere, but the sky itself was bright. He squinted to see anything in the distance than low grass.

“Any sign of water?” Remi asked as he walked over to be just outside of an arm’s distance from Jay.

No mention was made of the specific distance. Mostly because Aiden was squinting into the distance. “No shimmer of water, but… I think I see trees. Red trees?”

“My kind of trees,” Jay commented as he readjusted his hold on Aiden’s feet.

Aiden slipped his hand down from his brow to rub his eyes. He could barely make out the treeline in the distance, but there was something flickering that ran parallel to the trees. He squinted into the bright horizon and then swept his eyes down and around.

“Something else out there, too. Parallel to the treeline. It’s there and then kinda not.”

“‘Kinda not’?” The Atlantean asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Aiden looked down at him. He noticed his aunt and the Asian guy getting the skittish redhead to join the group. “Well, I see a black line of something, but flickers. Might just be a trick of the eye from the distance or something.”

“You done looking?” Jay asked ever-so-innocently.

“Yes. Oh! Leggo of my feet,” Aiden advised. Once Jay let go, Aiden flipped off his living platform’s shoulders and landed neatly on his feet. He tossed his arms up. “Tah dah!”

The lack of applause was disheartening. To both of them. He would have claimed double chest pains to lighten the confused mood, but he decided they needed a direction more than comedy relief.

“Impressive,” Nika commented lightly. “Anything else of interest besides the trees and flickering whatever?”

“Nothing but grass,” he confirmed. The endless field of grass disturbed him a little. He hadn’t seen a hint of mountain anywhere. He had grown up in Nagano and didn’t like large plains of flat. He shifted from foot to foot and rolled his shoulders. “Now, what?”

Everyone looked at each other for a moment. Then Aunt Nika spoke up: “We head for the trees.”

To Be Continued...

Voice mail

Dec. 3rd, 2015 04:30 pm
sonoflongshot: (Nyah)
Konnichi wa, kochira wa Aiden desu. Moushi wake arimasen ga, tadaima denwa ni deru koto ga dekimasen. Hasshin-on no ato ni messeeji wo onegai shimasu. Ato de kochira kara o-henji moushi agemasu. O-denwa arigatou gozaimasu.
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
Music played by Halestorm. (Because recent female-fronted rock band to grab.) In game, non-covers were written by this A. Blaire dude.

"Dissident Aggressor"
"Slave to the Grind"
"Rock Show"
"Shoot to Thrill"
"Freak Like Me"
"Bad Romance"
"I Like It Heavy"
"Here's to Us"
sonoflongshot: (Not sure)
This is what I have so far )
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
Twenty-first birthdays were supposed to be big things. Well, in America. In Japan, Aiden had already had his big deal birthday on his 20th. And his wee Japanese grandmother had drank him under the table. Today, however, the young Mojoworlder was trying to make everything perfect for the young lady he was going to marry.

As with all important personal holidays, Aiden made Angel breakfast in bed. Though he was a little worried about how well his present went over. And if his plans for later in the evening would leave them relatively unscathed.
sonoflongshot: (Comic hood)
Aiden had been on a high since his band's well-received performance. He had been bouncier and happier than he had been in awhile. Some of his lingering issues were pushed to the nether regions of his mind from the crowding of possibility. The Mojoworlder was still floating along when his band mates made a surprise visit to the New Mutants home-cum-base. The girls were out shopping for summer hoodies or something. Aiden hadn't really paid attention because it sounded girlly and of no interest to him. Consequently, the base felt empty as he lead his band mates to his music room.

"What's up, guys?" Aiden asked cheerfully as he opened the door and gestured them inside. There was a loose grouping of chairs across from his drum kit for them to sit in.

"The next gig," Jimmy, the lead singer, answered as he flopped heavily into one of the chairs. His hair was in its typically messy state, looking like he had gotten out of bed and walked directly into a wind tunnel. The guitarist and bassist quiet took their seats beside him.

"Oh? Are we doing the same two sets? Or maybe changing it up a bit?" Aiden was cheerful and oblivious to why the trio seemed a little sullen. He had no idea why they weren't more excited after a great gig and another one coming up. "Maybe add in some metal covers? Something that covers all our strengths? I have a list of some possib-"

"Aiden," the bassist interrupted in a low rumble. "We need to talk."

The Mojoworlder blinked and stared at his dark-haired band mates. He thought that they were already talking. He was sure he had been moving his lips and sound was coming out. Aiden tilted his head and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Look," Jimmy started after puffing out an aggravated breath. "The indie reps at our last gig were impressed with us. They're going to bring their boss to our next gig to show off their find and maybe get us signed."

Aiden was about to whoop in victory. Except Jimmy held up his hand to forestall him.
Nothing's ever easy. )
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
You are Red/Blue!
You are Red/Blue!
Take The Magic Dual Colour Test - Beta today!
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You are both rational and emotional. You value creation and discovery, and feel strongly about what you create. At best, you're innovative and intuitive. At worst, you're scattered and unpredictable.
sonoflongshot: (WTF)
My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
sonoflongshot goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Tidus.
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crawler_kid tricks you! You get a clothespin.
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shadeblossom tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
smallestbear tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
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sonoflongshot ends up with 26 pieces of candy, a clothespin, a piece of paper, and a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Apparently, only teachers like me. :p
sonoflongshot: (Goofball)
They're after meeeee! Well, once they figure out I spell it with an e instead of an a.

Aidan 5
sonoflongshot: (Puckish)
Aiden got up early and made sure the alarm clock was turned off. If there was any day Angel could sleep in a bit, it was today. He dug out a pair of shorts because he was certain his other two roommates did not want to possibly wander into the kitchen to find the Naked Chef. And there was the whole promise to Sara to never be in less than shorts. He scurried to the kitchen to get a hurry on things. He got the small breakfast casserole together for Valeria and Sara and put it in the oven. Then he went to work on the other meal. He had done a lot of preparation the night before. Everything was as fresh as he could make it. He still wasn't sure Angel was a rice for breakfast kind of girl so he had called her mother to get the proper way to make grits.

He did not look forward to doing dishes whenever he got around to it. Once the casserole was done, he set it on the counter top, put his improvised rack over it, and draped a towel over the whole thing to keep his two other roommates from starving. Then he remembered to put a big note on it so they could find it. Once they were taken care of, he started piling enough breakfast for three normal people onto a make-shift tray. Technically, it was enough to feed him and Angel, no matter if she went Japanese or Southern cuisine.

With a puff of breath, he hefted it up and padded back down to their bedroom. Breakfast in bed was about all he could afford at the moment. He needed to look into ways of getting a cash flow of some sort. Sometime after the power plant was in not needing work all the time shape. Though that was a concern for another day. Today was all about Angel. Whatever she wanted to do would be done today. If he needed to drive her anywhere after breakfast to see her parents or whatever, it would be done.

He somehow got their bedroom door open with a heavy tray in his hands and then nudged it closed. Aiden took very soft, careful steps over to the chest his grandmother had given him as a graduation present and set the tray carefully on it. Then he moved over to sit down on the bed beside Angel. He smiled to himself a bit at how peaceful she looked. He glanced over at the clock and chewed on his lower lip. He wasn't sure he had let her sleep in long enough, but he also didn't want to be giving her a cold breakfast. Aiden rolled his shoulders a bit and looked down at his girlfriend sleeping on her side. Yep. Time to wake her.

The Mojoworlder gently placed a hand on Angel's hip as he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "G'mornin', Birthday Girl."
sonoflongshot: (Downer)
All questions are answered with one word and one word only.

Through a Mind Dark and Weary )
sonoflongshot: (Menace)
((Backdated to just before this.))

Aiden had been going over the details of his final project and what tracks he needed back from Percy and tracks he still had to send to the brainiac. He was bent over his desk, industriously doodling around the two scribbled lists. He barely glanced up at his cell ringing. He snagged it and looked at the number. Not a local number.

"Moshi moshi," he answered promptly after flipping his phone open.

"Do you always answer your phone that way? Just out of curiosity," said the familiar Japanese voice on the other end of the line. His eldest aunt was eternally curious about him. Mostly because of all of Longshot's children, Aiden seemed the most likely to get into the family business that did not deal with entertainment. So, his aunt was ever curious what he was doing.

"It was a number I didn't know. Narrows the list of people who would call me by a lot." Aiden smiled to himself as he started doodling what was supposed to be a puff of brimstone with a white tail coming out of it. Well, supposed to, it looked a little more like a diagram for human growth and development.

"Ah. Remember the conditions for Hana's seal?" There were sounds in the background that the teenager couldn't quite make out. It generally sounded like the soundtrack used in movies for city noises.

"Yeah. I've been waiting for directions." If his aunt was going to give him a job to do, it would certainly stop him from thinking in circles about his final project. Possibly a welcome distraction.

"Your iPod has been in the lost and found at the Post Office for awhile now, hasn't it?"
"Erm. Yeah. I should get that, huh?"
"Probably. One might think you didn't like my gift."
"Oh, never. Full of slamming beats and stuff to move with. I've just been busy."
"Well, get it soon, nephew. Jaa."

"Hai. Hai," he responded before closing his phone. He looked down at his doodles. Not much for him to do today. He thought Angel was doing something with her parents today, so he probably wouldn't see her until the evening. He had time on his hands. He sent Angel a message he was going out for a bit and would be back later. Then he gathered up his leather jacket and put on his motorcycle boots. He dropped to the floor with a soft grunt and reached under his bed. It took him a second to remember how he stashed this gear and the correct way to get it undone. Once, in hand, he put the sack over his shoulder and headed out to his bike.

The ride into Salem Center was uneventful as he headed toward the Post Office. Then he bypassed the Post Office and went down four blocks. He parked his bike outside of the florist there and went in. Aiden gave his best smile to the petite woman behind the counter and said he was here to pick up a bouquet of forget-me-nots for his Aunt Alice. He had to wait a few minutes before he was handed a tastefully done floral arrangement in a small wicker basket. He walked out of the store and around the corner before he removed the flowers and saw a small disc at the bottom. He took the disc out and replaced the flowers. He handed the basket of flowers to an old lady he passed on his way back to his bike. He settled down on his bike and pulled out something the looked like an iPod out of one of his interior jacket pockets.

The case of the fake iPod flipped open, and he put the disk in before closing it again. He put the earbuds in as he felt the tiny vibrations of the device whirring to life. His aunt's voice came through the headphones after a second. The message, as typical for her, was mostly in Japanese. Some slang words came out in perfect English.

A good guy mission for you, kiddo )

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sonoflongshot: (Alone and cold)
He wasn't in class when he should be. A student still needed to attended classes even though he had finished his final project early. The young Mojoworlder knew this. He just had a hard time getting out of bed after his girlfriend left to go help in tumbling classes. When he finally pushed himself upright, he scratched an itchy belly and decided to hell with the rest of the day. Now, he was standing in the senior boys' steam-filled restroom. Class time was about the only time he figured he could get this place on his own. Today, at least, he was right. His skin was still pinkish from the long, hot shower. His shoulders and the back of his neck had a more reddish cast, but he ignored any minor stinging. He wiped the fogged up mirror with his hand shaking and stared at the smeared reflection.

His skin didn't look sallow and mottled egg-shell yellow. Blond hair instead of masses of multi-colored wire. Aiden stood there for a moment and shook his head slowly. So different. His blue eyes seemed dull. Could have been the steam. Most likely was life. The person in the mirror was not like the person Aiden had been a year ago. A year and the boy who had been was gone. No more moves with unrestrained zest. Everything seemed calculated or cautious now. How much was needed to get by. How much the audience would appreciate. Except the audience was all of one and not impressed.

Standing there and slightly dripping on the tile didn't stop him from staring to try to figure out changes that were below the skin. The mirror fogging up again did. He thought he had more friends a year ago. A willingness to make them. A sense of adventure. Less nightmares. Last night had been horrible when he shut his eyes. A reminder that even though he was back here, the bloated sack could and would grab him back with no one able to stop him.

Aiden had been helped by the Professor and Miss Grey, but that only went so far. So many footsteps inside his head before he felt intruded upon. He only allowed so much help before he thought he was being carried. And he wanted desperately to be strong enough to not be carried. He figuratively pushed himself to his own feet and started walking. It had gotten him here. And here seemed miles from the happy there he had been in a year ago. Maybe not happy, but definitely massively ignorant. Sheltered long enough to be broken and burned later.

He grabbed his towel with a sigh and started to actually dry himself off. As much as he could in his informal sauna. Too much self-reflection was probably a bad thing. But he had to think about it. Since when things got rough he was told he was not the son they had raised, the brother she had grown up with, or the hero he needed to be. Aiden hated uncertainty. That's why he dove into things. Things were so much clearer in action.

Except everything was muddled now. Or mired. He didn't go out like he used to. No bike races recently despite the messages on his phone. Though he didn't know about being called 'Hollywood' now. Though maybe he should take that as a code name or something. Or just take that as his name entirely. Or just go by Aiden. There were better suited people to carry on the Blaire name anyway. Four that he could think of. Five if you considered Caroline in. Six when he remembered Josephine was a half-sister on that side. He was starting to think he didn't fit in anywhere, really. Not at home. Not at school. And he was so going to be the odd guy out when Angel went to college and they lived with Val and Sara. Those three had maps with directions and he had... blue post-it notes falling off a mirror.

He hoped the final tests came soon. His education before Xavier's had always been geared toward tests. He excelled there. Not that he pulled down top grades, but he did pretty well. It was his push comes to shove instinct. Adrenaline kicking in and making his mind clearer. His final project had been a great distraction. It had taken up all that time he was now spending waiting. But it was done and handed in and he was left with time on his hands.

Angel was a big help, though. She was what kept him sane. His mind would start to float off and her presence would bring him back like a tug on a string. If she hadn't been there with him when he had his nightmares, he probably wouldn't even be here anymore. Aiden would have been gone. Pushed on the road and running from inevitable dread. Hunted by friend and foe alike. Though he thought the odds were tipped more toward the enemies at the moment. If Spiral came to drag him back, there was no defense against her. He knew that. He didn't mention it, but he had to accept and live with it. Thus, he tried to live every day with Angel like it could be his last. Because if he was pulled back into hell, the devil wasn't going to let him go.

His girlfriend was a rock to cling to. A saucy and flirtatious rock, but one all the same. When he struggled awake from his nightmares, she was there. Soft, warm certainty asleep beside him. Sometimes with her tail wrapped around him somehow. Usually when his dreams were his worst. He sometimes wondered how she managed to cling to him tightly when he needed it. He would also be glad when he could live someplace where he didn't exactly have to sneak around to share a bedroom with her.

Done drying so he wasn't dripping anymore, Aiden tossed the towel at the hamper. This was school and not a hotel so he couldn't steal the towels. He watched the balled up towel get right inside the rim. He had a ghost of a smile on his face before he turned invisible. If he had brought clothes in, they would have gotten damp from the sauna atmosphere his shower had made in the room. So, instead, he propped the door open to get the room to air out and padded down the hall, back to his dorm room.
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
He wrote a report on the possibility of general good will between humans and mutants through the musical medium. He cited the history of mutant musicians (exclusive interviews with his mother and Aunt Lila for some reason) so far and speculated on possible ways to use music as a healing and unifying tool.

The multimedia portion was a CD made of music recorded and produced by Aiden. Nothing with a specific message, but an album with mutants doing songs all sorts of people can get into. Aiden laid down the drum tracks and vocals. His brother Percy did the guitar parts and background vocals. Aiden found a bass player in one of the lower grades who had a thing for Joan Jett music; she also did the vocals for the tracks where a female singer was needed. The CD was put together on school equipment, except for the parts done in Japan by his brother and sent to him.

The CD cover looks like this:

The songs on the CD are these:

Copies of the CD were sent home to his parents, siblings, and other relatives. He has copies to give to his aunts, sister, cousin, and girlfriend in person. He also has a stack of Cd's to hand out to interested people.

If curious, Aiden's singing voice sounds exactly like the one on the last track.
sonoflongshot: (Nyah)
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sonoflongshot: (Contemplative fingers)
Part 1: The Basics

1. What is your full name?
Aiden GetDownFromThereRightNow Blaire. Though I'm told I actually don't have a middle name.

2. Where and when were you born?
January 1st, 1991 in Nagano, Japan at home with my grandma midwifing. It was chilly, I think.

3. Who are your parents?
Alison Blaire a.k.a. the Dazzler - loving mother of five who continues to avoid superhero life and work on her music
Longshot - loving father of six who has saved his home dimension from despotic rulers twice and lives a quiet life among lots of ninja women who think he's peachy keen

4. Do you have any siblings? What are they like?
Hana is my twin sister
Percy is my first younger brother. He's the smart one of the bunch. He can have all my college funding. He's a bit quieter than the rest of us, possibly from all that thinking.
Emi is my younger sister. She's athletic and really into figure skating. I hope if she gets a chance at the Olympics, she doesn't get turned away like I did.
Tristan is the squirt of the family. Or my second younger brother, if you will. He thinks I'm his hero, but he'll grow out of that. A bundle of energy that doesn't stop being cute.
Shatterstar is my older-younger brother. He's a grim sourpuss, but he knows his sword stuff. He can probably still whup my butt and make me feel silly for it.

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
Currently live at Xavier's with a whole bunch of people. I'm graduating soon and want to move away. Not because of any bad associations, but being there with that many people can make you fade into the background. Or they forget about you.

6. What is your occupation?
Student. Sometime biker racer. Looking to get into a band as a drummer.

7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
I'm tall, about an inch taller than my Dad and weigh more than two times what he does due to having solid bones. I look more like a Mojoworlder with three fingers and a thumb per hand. Blond hair like Dad's with blue eyes that are more like Mom's. Pretty toned, muscle wise but not overly muscled like... Colossus or those Hulk guys. Tend to dress casually in t-shirts and jeans unless I'm out on a date or mission.

8. To which social class do you belong?
I didn't know there were classes on socializing. I must have missed those when I was out talking to people.

9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Not that I'm aware of. Pretty hardy.

10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Ambidextrous via practice. I'm naturally right-handed.

11. What does your voice sound like?
A little something like this. Oh, if only I had a band I could say that with...

12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
Mmm. I slip into Japanese on occasion when I'm not paying attention. I cuss in Cadre from time to time.

13. What do you have in your pockets?
Pocket lint. Chapstick. Some pennies. Some bead chain. A stick of Trident gum. A folding knife. A bit of string.

14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
I don't pay strict attention to reality and flights of fancy can catch my attention so hard I believe them.

Read more... )
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
They had arrived at Narita Airport on the 23rd after a nonstop flight from New York. Due to Hand activities earlier in the year and the need to hide Angel from having to be fingerprinted when she didn't have five fingers, they departed the flight and got a special escort from a short by even Japanese standards woman. They went through customs with minimal fuss and met up with the welcoming committee. The three students got hugs and shuffled off to the vehicle with their bags and things. They arrived at the twin's home (shown in a Percy made model here) in the evening. Angel was shown a guest room and the twins dropped off their own things after being lovingly mauled.

The next day was a haze of sleep, baking, and wrapping. Also, one sore butt from Aiden slipping and falling on the ice-covered koi pond while trying to show off.

Now, it was currently Christmas Day. Aiden was lounging on the couch. There were presents to open. Though there were nice smells wafting from the kitchen. His grandmother still had not come down yet. He was just going to enjoy the day as much as he could. It was nice to be home.

Though he did hope they could give a little mini-concert with Mom before the present unwrapping began in earnest. Because Tristan was going to take forever with his haul from Santa.
sonoflongshot: (Alone and cold)
Aiden was trying to figure out how he got here. Well, not on the dock by the boathouse. That was a simple matter of walking. Alone because he walked out of a large building with lots of people in it with a cellphone cradled against his ear. Now, his phone was held loosely in one hand as he watched sunlight play on the lake waters.

He supposed he should be afraid of the lake. He nearly drowned here a couple weeks ago. But that was a special circumstance. There normally wasn't lake monsters there. Or giant squids. Or anything that Hogspimple place had in those books. It's not that he forgot what happened either. The taste of the water and the burning of his lungs were not things that would easily meander away from his recollection. It's just... he couldn't blame the lake for what happened to him.

He could blame himself for the past two conversations with his father on the cellphone. The first came the day Hana had made it to Japan. Apparently, the haunted and haggard look had stayed for the flight and beyond. It was nice to hear she got there okay. It was less nice when Dad started to prod for information. Aiden managed to stay vague for a bit; he hadn't known what Hana would want told or not. His father was a light touch most times; people barely noticed he turned things the way he needed. Except when it came to the welfare of his wife and children. Even the cranky older younger brother.

"Aiden." Dad didn't sound like he thought he had been given the whole story.
"But that's what happened."
"Not entirely. Everything, Aiden." His voice was getting a little harder and insistent.
"I... don't know what she wants told. I don't know everything. Misha probably does. Call him?"
"Aiden..." The third time his name has come up. Dad is not giving up.
The teen sighed. "Alright. Here's everything I know has happened lately."

The second call from his parents came at what was probably the end of his sister's stay. Aiden hadn't been too sure how long she would be gone. Both parents on the line, so it seemed like something serious. When they said everyone was fine, Aiden relaxed. Which made the gut punch in the next sentence hit a little harder. Hana didn't want to be there anymore. She wanted to move out. Away. It was at that point he had started walking. He couldn't be around people. People distracted him. He needed to think. To wrap his mind around how miserable his sister had to be and how he had done not enough to help her not feel that way.

He went over everything that had happened from his end. It gnawed on him that he did something wrong. That he didn't do enough of something to keep his twin happy, but then again, he was getting the idea his stock with her was diminishing. He had made her promise not to avoid him anymore. Period. She could have avoided everybody but him. Before she left, she was still avoiding him and everybody else.

There was some serious thought on the end of that dock that if her promise to him meant nothing, then his promise to not go off on adventures without telling her didn't have to be followed. Except he couldn't justify going back on his own promise. His bike racing wasn't an adventure. It was more of a test. A challenge. And he always came home with no stories to tell. Adventures needed stories. Even if the end included being impaled on a samurai's sword.

But he thought he had until graduation. Aiden knew life would probably take him on a different path than his sister, but he thought he had more time. A few more months to hang with her. A little longer to be two goofy kids late at night in front of a television. That couldn't happen when she was elsewhere and commuting in. He had always had a sense of comfort knowing his sister was sleeping under the same large roof. That one person in the mass of students and teachers understood him implicitly and was always there. Now, he didn't have it.

It was stupid and childish and probably a bit too possessive to ever bring up to his father. But it was what Aiden felt.

The Mojoworlder stood at the end of the dock and stared vacantly over the water. His cellphone was held so loosely it was threatening to fall either on the wooden dock or in the murky waters under the dock.

He just needed to get a handle on this. Hana wasn't abandoning him. It was probably better for her peace of mind if she left. Because things had been pretty terrible around here for her. She would never mean to purposefully hurt him. So, he would just have to try out some acting skills of his own. Be supportive. Ignore his own feelings. Help her out.


He thought he had until at least May.
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
Ask any of my characters anything IC or OOC.

The list is:

Aiden Blaire
Jay Walters-Wingfoot
Takeshi Harada
Nika Sable-Preston

Silver Sable