Obsession

[Blackjack Palazzo]

(Is this *POSSIBLE*? A Blackjack-written, Jiri-angst fic where he *DOESN'T* die? Well...it's a *step* in the right direction, at any rate...This is my rather well-known backstory for Jirarudan, and I hope you enjoy it.)



obsession: a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling...


Why do I do it? What is it about Collecting that keeps me in its clutches? Is it as simple as greed?

I doubt that. If it was pure greed, I would not feel like this. No, it is an addiction.

Every time I think about it, I lose a little bit of my humanity. Someday I shall be completely at its mercy, unable to connect with any aspect of the man I once was.

Perhaps you think me harmless, despite my disconnection. I ask you, would a harmless man have done what I did? I do not know which of us is the bigger fool, you, for thinking such things, or me, for allowing myself to become this.


Perhaps I should begin from the beginning. My earliest memory is a simple enough one. I was looking through my mother's heirloom chest with her, and came across a small envelope. With her permission, I opened it.

The contents of that envelope changed my life forever.

Inside was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Even in the dim light of the attic, it shone with its full magnificence and splendor.

Entranced, I turned my eyes towards my mother, who smiled. "That's the Ancient Mew card, dear. You can have it if you want. But be careful with it, it's very valuable."

If it was important enough to merit a warning, I knew it had to be very special. From that moment on, it was, and still remains, my most treasured possession.


My mother was a wonderful woman. She was tall, with a shock of emerald hair, and eyes that reflected the universe. She was a healer, studying the restorative powers of herbs and plants, and the entire world respected her.

Except my hometown. We lived far from any respectable place, on a the distant shore, where such mysterious practices were considered to be the domain of lesser people. Her potions and elixirs were effective, to be sure, but the townspeople always regarded us with scorn. During the day, they would turn their backs on us and curse us when we left, but at night, they would sneak out and purchase her wares. Hypocrites. I learned very young to be distrusting.

Mother was the opposite. She told me that everyone has good within them, but I did not believe her. Oh, mother, how you would recant if you saw me now! But I digress...

When I was but eight years of age, Mother took ill. She sent for my father, who lived apart from us, and warned me that she may leave me soon. One day, she called me to her bedside, and removed the red ring from her finger. "Jirarudan," she addressed me, "this ring has been in my family for many years, and I want you to have it." She put it gently in my outstretched palm, and smiled weakly. "Jiri, when you feel alone, clutch the ring, and I'll be there."

My eyes widened in shock. She was dying, and this was her way of telling me. It was no longer a possibility, but a cold fact.

"Jiri, dear," she continued, "I want you to know something, and carry it with you forever." Her voice was getting fainter, and her eyes drooped shut. I lay down next to her and hugged her. "You've always been my shining star," she whispered.

"I'll be your angel."

And with that, she was gone.

[A Concerned Solomon]

:250: Well, that's certainly different. The definition at the beginning was good two.

[Kinglerlord2]

G'day g'day,

I am a strange entity that you will see floating around regularly. Call me K2.

I have to say that I love this. While it's quite short, the style is captivating and you've captured the soul of the 8 year old in the memory extremely well.

[Evil Figment]

You know what I'm goign to say, don't you?

Great fic. It's a wonderful start on conveying Jiri's story. Keep it up :).

Yeah, I wish I had more to say ^^;;.

[Ket Makura]

Wow...I'm so stunned you didn't kill the dear boy off this time that I don't know what to say! No, I'm kidding! Don't hit!

I'm so glad you took the time to create a past for Jiri! Most people tend to just stick him with whomever they see fit, and have him as the Angst Monster.

Great job, Blackjack! I love it, as I love all your work.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Originally posted by Ketsurui
and have him as the Angst Monster.

...which is my specialty. *g* And there *is* a reason I think he's like that, too. It's on the "Theories" page of my site, but also I'll get to it later in this fic...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

(Chapter two! At the time, this was all I had written.)




I stayed with her for hours, my young mind unable to comprehend life without her. Finally, I came to the conclusion that it was simply a bad dream, and if I went to sleep, I would awaken in the true world, and she would be there, and everything would be all right. So I curled up and slept for what I later discovered was two days.

When I awoke, I was in my own bed, and my first reaction was joy. I was right, it was only a dream. But then I heard voices outside my room.

"He's going to have to live with his father from now on." "Oh yes, the poor thing. But maybe now, he can grow up right."

If they saw me now, they, too, would recant.

I curled up into a ball, clutching the ring to my chest. Mother, you told me you'd be there for me. Where were you when I needed you the most? My hands shook, and I choked back sobs, for I feared what would happen if the women outside heard me.


I spent the night like that, sobbing quietly to myself, with the ring to my heart. Early in the morning, I heard someone at the door. My father had arrived.

As the door to my room opened, I ducked down into the covers and pretended to be asleep.

"I can wait," he said. Slowly, I opened my eyes and peeked out. He smiled, and knelt down at the bedside. "Jiri, I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. My work kept me away until now. I'm just...sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her."

"Papa..." was the only word I could say. I tried to hold them back, but the tears flowed freely now. He took me in his arms and stroked the back of my head, whispering softly to me. And only then could I return to sleep.

[Kinglerlord2]

As Requested! ^^

The second part is a little short but it does excellently portray the quiet desperation of the child. You do good work with emotion.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Thank you!

[Revolutionary Girl]

Heh. Thought I'd actually reviewed this, but guess not...

Yeah, giving Jiri a past is key, and I'm very surprised no one's thought to do it before. Of course, I'm also glad the primary founding member of the "Jiri Needs Ficness" club is the first one to do it. ;-)

I especially like mother as the mystical figure--perfect justification for Jiri's chasing the Legends. I can't wait to see the next part, where we'll get to see what Jiri gets from his dad... (Yes, of course you told me, but I can't give it away for everyone else yet, can I?)

[Earlier the chatroom crashed, so I gave up and took a migraine-banishing nap. It didn't work, of course, and that should explain why i have nothing else intelligent to say. -_-;;;]

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Originally posted by Revolutionary Girl
I especially like mother as the mystical figure--perfect justification for Jiri's chasing the Legends.

Thank you! Yeah, see...didn't think anyone would get that!

I realized I left something out that I use a lot as a Major Event in Jiri's life...so he'll get to use that later on! Probably when they get to where Jiri's father lives...something there will remind him of it, and we'll get another Aside...

Ah, Asides, gotta love 'em

[Mew2Too]

BJG, I've been a fool for not having read this story up until now. I don't know why you need the help of any of us. Sometimes, I read my stories and the wording and dialogue seem forced and hasty. I don't find the same happening with your work. It is as though your words were painstakingly selected. Your plot matter is impeccable. I can't say a bad thing about this story! :lol: Nor can I say anything bad about the others.

[Evil Figment]

This "new" chapter (sorry I'm late in answering, as mentioned before, I had 700 pages to breeze my way through before getting here ;-)) actualy throws a nice twist. You almost get the feeling that his father is a bad person who doesn't care, usual "child sent to live to his daddy who doesn't love him" stuff, but when he finally arrives, you realize that the father actually does care.

Real nice :-)

[Blackjack Palazzo]

You guys are too kind...and I mean that.

it's because of that 'painstaking selection' that makes it hard to write...I have to mantain that for the duration of the story unless someone else is talking...and that's HARD!

also...the limited perspective...that's another difficulty. I also need to reveal some plot points in what Jiri's father's going to tell him in the third chapter, but the fact that Jiri's heavily distracted by something is going to make that *really* hard...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

(...I've decided to save that plotting stuff for chapter 4...chapter 3 was hard enough as it was, and I think I may re-do bits of it...so consider this a rough draft)



I tried to attend her funeral, which was held in the backyard of our simple home, but I could not bear the sight. My mother, who had been as exuberant and lively as ever just a short time before, being lowered into the ground...it was far too much for me to take. Again, I took refuge in my room, and again I held the ring to my chest.

Certain rituals, especially to a broken mind, provide comfort. But mine was quickly leading to frustration. She told me she would be there for me. So where was she? I needed her more than ever before and she was not here! Distraught, I pounded the cabinet as hard as I could.

A flash of gold, and the card fell to the ground.


I know I said earlier that the Ancient Mew card is my most valued possession. That is because I do not consider the ring to be mine, but rather still belonging to my mother. Even after all these years-- lifetimes in themselves--her presence remains with me.

However, I am positive that, had she lived to see my downfall, she would want nothing to do with me.



I stared at that card for a long time, not moving to pick it up, just observing it where it lay, taking in all the details. Gradually, my hand crept out to retrieve it; but I was interrupted by my father's entrance to my room.

"Jiri..."

I averted my gaze, fixated on the card. But I wasn't looking at it, not really.

"You know, tomorrow I'm going back to Seafoam...you'll be coming with me..."

...mother, where are you? You told me you'd be here...

"You may want to say goodbye. The...burial is...already over..."

...you didn't lie to me, did you? Mother, you promised me...

I didn't hear most of what he said. I managed to catch that he loved me, and that he'd help me gather my things, and that I should say farewell to my friends--foolish man, I have no friends, don't you know that?

The image of the card was growing fainter, my father's voice more distant. I was withdrawing, and soon I would be gone entirely.

...mother, please, I need you now...

[Fali]

Hey BJ! I thought I'd go over here to take a look at your post for your Obsession fic. It's very good and interesting. One of the things I like about this fic is Jiri's POV, I like it a lot. The other thing I like about the story is how you protait him in this story just on how it all started out for him in his life and everything; I was kind of hoping you'd sort of talk about why his father wasn't around during the time Jiri's mother was alive and he wasn't there for Jiri 'till after his mother died... hmm... oh well, it's your fic! :-D But over all, it's very good! I can't wait to read more of this and I'm still working on some fanart for this too! ^_^
-Fal

[Blackjack Palazzo]

We're going to hear why his father was absent soon...if not in chapter 4 then in *shudders just thinking about writing this much* chapter...five...

*falls over*

this is gonna be a loooooong fic...

and...methinks...fanartsies are...much appreciated...*slides the rest of the way to the ground and proceeds to hack up a lung*

...one should not write at 2 am when one has the devil's cough...

[Evil Figment]

Hehe - that's true indeed :-). Proof that it shouldn't be done is that I do it regularly :-)

I rather liked that new part, great job on Jiri's character development. And the obsession is beginning to develop...

Niiiice :-)

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Thanks guys! Problem is, by chapter 4, he's basically totally withdrawn, which is the thing I have to research...so before I can write more, I have to look that up...

then, of course, I have to put in a flashback he's gonna have that's going to reveal why he thinks that Lugia is his destiny...and that may require putting something back in waaaay back in the FIRST chapter!

[Revolutionary Girl]

All right, that was a good stopping point for that chapter. Wonder also if he'll begin building the dream ship "to go get Mother," too... of course to get stuff, but also perhaps to be able to get in the sky and reach the angels/ Mom...

And you know those little-thought process asides are my most favorite things to write/ read in all the world.

How old is Jiri going to be when next we see him? 15, right? Might be easier to tell some stuff if you skip ahead a bit, and then he can tell the whole thing in a detached flashback, somehow.... *shrug* that's not coming out right, but ponder that, too, if you can make heads or tails of it.

*takes the time to wave frantically at Fali* Fali, O, Fali, my most excellent Brigadeer General! So good to see another usual face here! *guess who, as if it isn't obvious :cool: * That's morally wrong to break up a review to wave at people, but BJ will understand... right? :-D

[Blackjack Palazzo]

actually something really major happens when he's 15...

and a ton happens in the meantime, but I'm gonna stick with 8-year-old Jiri for the moment. I think I'll skip ahead shortly, but since I still have to set the base for what he does later, and his 'new life' in Seafoam plays a large part in that, it still needs more time here with him now...

Bearing in mind he's only 20something in the movie (so I think), so he must have started building his empire quite early. And--I don't consider this a spoiler really as any collector knows you need capital--he'll have to part with something very important to him.

[☆欠番☆]

That's a really cute fic, and I hope you write more soon. Eh... I suck at reviews...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Thanks! ...still haven't started on the third chapter yet...

[Mew2Too]

I see you didn't have Jiri crawling around on the floor after the card and hissing, "Myyyyy preeee-ccciouuus--sss--sss--sss!" as I had advised! :lol: That last chapter was short, but pretty good. You were precise, to the point. Not bad!

Anyway, I need your help now, BJG! :lol: You may or may not know that I am starting JTC over. I would like to send you the first chapter over PM to have you see what you think of it, if that's okay.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

*snicker* You're not going to give up on that analogy, are you?

And sure, I'd like to see it!

[Jude]

Write more. <poke> Because this is good. And Poking is a *PROVEN* method of getting people to write; my sister says so, so it must be true. <grin> And I just love Jiri in this... he's wonderfully done... and his mother... and what we've seen of his father.

But Jiri is intruiging...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

If poking worked, than my FFVI comedy "Edgar 1/2" and my Street Fighter horror "Tales of the Spanish Ninja" would have been updated literally years ago...but as it stands, nada...

ah well, just avoid poking the upper left arm, it has a tendency to be sore...

For some odd reason, I keep picturing Jiri's father looking like Reeve. I'm not sure why.

[DGE]

Originally posted by Mew2Too
[B]I see you didn't have Jiri crawling around on the floor after the card and hissing, "Myyyyy preeee-ccciouuus--sss--sss--sss!"

*falls off her seat*

BJ, holy crap. I'm glad I found it finally! Mmmm, angst monster. ^_~ I await more! What will befall our tragic hero in Seafoam?

[Blackjack Palazzo]

*snicker*

I have no idea. It's been many months and the mood has yet to strike me. One thing I know, I have the next part planned out...

[DGE]

That was the quickest reply I've ever seen. o____o You traveled back in time, didn't you!? You have a Celebi, don't you!?

Wait.. I get it.. you're hiding Celebi from Bishasu. "Come find it, 'Sashie!"

[Blackjack Palazzo]

*cackle* No, I wouldn't want to get on his bad side. I just have no life, that's how.

biiiiiiii!

Um...you all didn't hear that, did you?

[DGE]

<_<
>___>

*will NOT break into horrible dub end credits song*

Oh, why not. "There's no time to press rewind, let's Cele-B-R-A-T-E!"

Aw crap, I've unleashed the horror. *hides*

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Dude, I haven't seen the 4th movie dub yet. *cackle*

However, I will say this, speaking of the dubs of the movies, and to bring this slightly more on topic...

Jiri's dub voice is *SEXAH!* Whee!

And about chapter 4? It *Will* be done by my birthday, June 13, ok?

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I've edited the first and second chapters to change his parents' nickname for him...

btw--I've started planning out chapter 4...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Thank you all for reading this fic. I have no idea for chapter 5, only that I *will* write it. Now then, be good little fans and review. I'm off to bed. And...tell me anything that needs proofing, I didn't have the chance to show it to anyone.





...i have never liked the water...

from my earliest memories, the water has been my downfall...

right now i can feel the water around me, pulling me farther and farther away from the world, and I can feel the white wings around me, just like before...

...like before...

mother never really did believe me...she clung to her belief of there being good in us all...in her world, she never believed that someone could do something like that...

...perhaps her world was like this...

...they held me down, beneath the water...i struggled in vain, out of reflex. they were going to kill me, i knew that, and gave in.

and then i saw it. white wings coming to me. i knew not if it was a demon or an angel, but it was coming to take me away from there, far away.

the great bird calmed me, took me in its wings as the breath left me, and I could feel the world melting away. death had no fear for me, not as long as this creature held me.

there was silence, and peace, and warmth, and stillness...

and then the world returned.

i was no longer beneath the waves, in the wings of the white bird. instead, i was in the chair by the fireplace, a blanket wrapped around me. for a brief second, i thought i had imagined it, but then i felt the water still on my skin.

mother told me there were many spirits of the water, but my tale of a white bird perplexed her. perhaps i had imagined it after all, imagined the safety it provided, the respite from a cruel world.

despite this, i have kept the image of the bird in my heart. perhaps one day i shall see it again, if only in a dream.

i am beginning to awaken. there is a calm about this place, as different as it is from the world beneath the waves. so this is where father has taken me; this is my new home.

it is like the water. this time, there will be no white bird to save me.

When I came to, in my father's home, the first thing I heard were the waves of the ocean.

[DGE]

*chills* Wow. These are the shortest yet most effective chapters of any fic I've read. At last, the obsession takes root... and Jiri finally realizes he is far more significant than other ordinary humans.

Ah, a man after my own heart. *g*

[Evil Figment]

*GREAT* part Blacky. Short, but even as short as it is, the wait was worth it just for this part - a defining part for Jiri's character.

Great job :-).

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Short works for me...

And no, I have no target date for chapter 5. Let's say Halloween, nice deadline, ne?

Rock, I gave someone chills...

[Mysty]

*breaks out into suppy impression*
I wanna read more! MORE! MOOOOORRRREEEE!
Please write more! i need mroe sexy jiddy @o@(
*mysty goes nuts*

[Blackjack Palazzo]

First you have to tell me who "Suppy" is...

[Mysty]

The evil kero-like cat in Cardcaptor sakura
the one who gets sugar high. I love suppy.(spinel sun)

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Gotcha.

*gets an image of Jiri as Clow Reed*

Huh. Should I be bothered that I could see that?

[Mysty]

oh, this is a good fic, and here;'s that picture I mentioned..

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Sweet, but you should really put that in another topic, like make one for "Nifty Japanese Toys And How To Get Them" or something

[Mysty]

sure thing...I'll do that soon

[Rocky Cliffs]

Yes! I am replying! Great work! I'd suggest longer chapters, but that's because I'm used to writing tome-sized ones meself.

I haven't seen the second movie yet, but I think I know of the character Jiri, and you're staying true to him, so kudos! One of the hardest things to do (and believe me, I know) when writing a fanfic that involves/revolves around characters from the animé is staying true to their original essence, and I believe that’s what you do, so bravo.

Not much else to say, really. I’m looking forward to seeing how you will tell the story from here, so don’t delay Chapter Five too long. Halloween is a little far away for my liking.

Once again, great work.


~Rocky “Whoop! There it is!” Cliffs

[Blackjack Palazzo]

The problem in writing for a character like him is that we only know a tiny bit about him...the rest is up to us.

[Rocky Cliffs]

Well, you can look at it as either a good thing or a bad thing. I'd look at it as a good thing. More freedom that way, you know?


~Rocky :003: Cliffs

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I did that once with a Final Fantasy character; made up a past for him. Then I got more information about him, stuff that wasn't in the game. So far, the only thing that's been contradicted is his age *35 rather than 46 like I thought...*

[☆欠番☆]

Waa, mijikai desu ne...

*blink* I THINK "mijikai" means "short"...


Anyway, though it was very short, I love it as much as the other chapters ^_^ I might suggest making the chapters longer, but other than that this story's great!

[Revolutionary Girl]

*blink*

Chapter 4 WAIIIIIII!!!

You know what? I'm actually glad I wasn't about for a little bit so you could just type that out and put it up. Because you know that if I saw it, I'd go all English major and tell you to do something "literary." Although...

[English major mode?]
You did an excellent job of getting across that detachment that you'd struggled with for eons and eons. And in your hands that stream-of-consciousness is nothing short of lovely, and just right for giving it that certain feel. SO glad you decided to go with that.

*agrees with Pika-Zukin too, because she said what I wanted to say better than I said it*

So this is now where the building of the great airship starts, huh? Can't wait to see how that gets developed... I better get online one of these evenings and start helping you think it through, huh?

*return to status quo of chat impending; getting a job in and moving to Boston is starting to happen around here, which is EXCELLENT*

[Fali]

OOOOOoooooohhhh...very interesting...poor Jiri. T_T Can't wait for more chapters. ^^ ...I really need to work on your fanart and stop procrastinating. >_<'' *grabs clipboard and goes to work*
-Fal

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Now to just get RG here more often...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I told you it would be done by Halloween. Dami, sorry I couldn't get it done in the week I promised, but you know how that goes. Anyway, next chapter by...the end of the year? How's that sound?

****

Despite my thoughts, the sound of the water was soothing, almost like the backdrop to a dream.

But I had had enough of dreams for the time being, at least the sort one has while asleep. My dreams have always been concurrent to my goals.

But I am getting ahead of myself.

I lay in bed for a few more minutes, getting my bearings. I was in Kanto, in Seafoam, at my father's home; that much I knew. I had been here only once before, but too long ago to clearly remember it.

The room was sparse, with a few cardboard boxes stacked against the wall. That was all that remained of what my life had been, just whatever could be brought along.

Only a week ago, my life was untouched. Now I may as well be adrift on the open ocean.

There were voices down the hallway, and I slid out of bed to crawl to the door--having been bedridden for the time I was left me unable to properly walk. I recognized my father's voice, as he spoke to a woman I did not know.

"--don't know, Helen. He's still asleep, so it'll have to wait." My father's voice was even and calm as always.

The woman paused. "I've never seen anything like that...What did you do with that ring of his?"

I gasped, looking around for it. What if he had forgotten it? What if it was lost in the move?

"It's on the desk. Can't have it getting lost in the covers..."

A low sigh escaped from my parted lips, and with shaking legs, I stood, leaning against the wall for support. The desk was only a few steps away by normal measure, but it took my entire focus to reach it. The ring shone, glimmering like the waves of the ocean, as I took it in my hand, clasping it to my chest and sinking to my weary knees. It was back with me now, the treasure that just a short time ago still adorned my mother's hand. My grip around it tightened, and I felt safer.


Seafoam is a small town, despite the crowds that pass through it every year. My father's home and shop were atop a cliff, which was not only necessary for his business but kept us away from the areas people congregated.

I have always valued solitude, even before that. So I was grateful for the silence, the only sounds around being from the hangar. My father was, and I would presume still is, a renowned airship engineer, attracting clientèle from the world over.

Although I did not know it, my future was being set at that very moment.


The next thing I remember was several hours later, the sound of the door opening. At first I did not notice, until I felt someone in the room with me.

"Jiri? Are you here with me now?" My father knelt down to me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "What's that in your hand?"

Reluctantly, I opened my fist, revealing the ring on my palm. In the past hours, it had left an imprint in my skin. Oddly fitting, I thought.

"Gloria's ring..." he whispered, a faint twinge of sadness in his voice. "I thought that was it..."

I tried to say something, but could not find my voice.

"Jiri," he continued, moving his hand to my face and brushing away a tear I did not know had formed. "Jiri, I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier...I wanted to be, but..."

I held up my hand, the one with the mark most evident. There was no need for him to explain.

He took me close, sighing. "Jiri, I want to hear your voice."

Again, I was unable to speak, so I merely shook my head against his chest.

"My beautiful boy..." he muttered as his hand found the back of my head. "My little angel..."

I gasped. I couldn't be an angel, no, not while mother was my angel.

"Jiri? Jiri, what's wrong?"

With a flat tone that surprised even me, I managed to whisper "...mama's gone..."

He nodded. "...yes. I'm sorry."

The ring glimmered in my hand, the light reflected from the waves outside catching it, and I mimicked his nod. "Yes," I echoed, as he picked me up and lay me back in bed.

"You should take it easy," he whispered, tucking the covers around me once more. The ring now shone from the bedside table, its ruby twinkling casting a dance on the ceiling.

I could not listen to his further words, although I was aware he continued to speak. Lying there, the light put me in a trance, and I fell asleep once again, thinking of the ocean.

[DGE]

I think 2-3 months is far too long to be churning out teeny little chapters like these. ^_~ Some of us work our fingers to the extreme writing 30k installments every two weeks (or at least, we used to, until we learned it's not worth it), and here we get your snippet four months later.

Aw, I'm teasing. *glomp* It's good, of course, but just seems lacking compared to the other chapters. Maybe because the poor boy's been through so much already, so now he's collecting himself (ha ha). I'm sure everyone will join me in looking forward to chapter 6.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Yeah, I think the ending is rather lacking on that one, but I couldn't think of how else to end it.

Of course, Jiri's said more in this chapter than he has in any of the others combined. Which is strange, because as we all know, later on, he talks to anything and everything. Himself, his computer, total strangers who would probably punch him were they not in a cage...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

At long last! Chapter 6! And next one will be better. I hope. Now we get into the meaty bits of the fic. Actual plot this time, rather than just drifting. Tell me what you think!

***

The next few weeks passed, strangely uneventful, given my acclimation. It was most pecular, for I do not recall anything of those weeks clearly.

I know I spent a great deal of time in my room, looking out the window. Seafoam is a pleasant enough town for others, but for me it was like being in another world.

But the sky...the sky was the same, and it brought comfort. The sky would be always as it was at home. And it was safe, as home had been, as the wings of the white bird had been.

I would see it again, where the sky met the ocean. But that day would be a long way off, and I still had much to happen in my life.


One thing I know only from the stories of my father and his assistant Helen was that I would do things that startled the both of them greatly. I have no memory of this incident, but he would tell me that I insisted on drawing angels. I do not doubt him, as I dreamed of angels and white wings nearly every night.

After a particularly disturbing day, to hear him tell it, wherein I had locked myself in my room and covered every inch of paper with images of angels, he decided something had to change.

Hoping to play on my artistic nature, he began taking me to his workshop. He would show me sketches and models of the ships he was constructing, and how they were made. I took to them quickly; it seems I was eager for an outlet.

This part I remember with considerably more clarity than the weeks before it.

Most of the patrons came to know me by name, but did not pay me much mind. But I learned to read people from my dealings with them. I could tell much about a person from the things I saw. Most people were the idle rich, those wishing to show off their wealth with a custom-made token from the famous airship engineer Corbin.

But one man stood out from the rest. He had a regal bearing, and an air of eternal calm, as though he knew how to take exactly what he wanted from life. He would smile kindly at me during his conversations with my father and the other engineers, but we had never spoken until one day.

Had that day never come, I cannot imagine where fate would have taken me.

Father had set up a station for me to work on my drawings, and I had an idea for that day's project. I would sketch my Ancient Mew card; see if I could capture its essence on paper.

I had barely gotten set up when I heard a sharp gasp from behind me. The regal man was there, wide green eyes fixated on the card. "M...my boy!" he stammered. "Wherever did you get that card?"

I looked at it, then at him. "My mother gave it to me," I said simply as I returned to the picture.

"I see...You know, it's not often that you see one of those, much less in the hands of one as young as you."

"Not often," I repeated, only to find his extended hand between me and the paper.

"My name is Asaph," he introduced.

"Jirarudan." I shook his hand firmly and tried to turn my attention back to the picture.

"Do you think I...could get a closer look?" That calm of his was rapidly fading, so I nodded.

"Be careful with it," I added, very close to my mother's own tone when she had issued such a warning to me.

He turned the thin card over in his hands, the gold sheet and gemstones glinting in the half-light. "Incredible. Do you know where she got this?"

"From her parents, I presume." My short answers sufficed for most people, but I could tell Asaph wanted to know more. "She only told me that it was a family heirloom."

A slow nod of his head. "I see..."

I started shading in a part I had already drawn. "Why do you take such interest in it?"

He set the card back next to me and drew himself up to full height, like a regal speaker about to deliver an address. "Well, my boy, I...am a Collector."

[DGE]

Mmm, meaty bits...

*sighs* I love Jiri's narration voice. It's so airy and... well, wangsty. Wangsty boy + angel pictures = happy Zukin.

Does he have his Mew card there for reference as he's sketching it? First I thought he was drawing it from memory, and got confused when Asaph grabbed it.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Well, 'sketch' would mean that he's drawing something he's looking at. Otherwise I'd say he was drawing it.

Yeah, I have pecular language like that.

BTW--look up what "Asaph" means. *smirk*

[Blackjack Palazzo]

At long last! The fabled Ob7 is ready for press! Expect the next part in a few weeks! (YES, you read that right!)

***

A Collector... I had heard of such people before, those who lived their lives for artifacts of the ancient world. The idea had intrigued me in mention, but I had not paid it much mind past that. But now I had to know more.

"A Collector..." I repeated softly, evidently enough to cause him to duck down to my level.

"Yes..." he smiled gently, meeting my gaze.

Eye contact was intensely uncomfortable for me at that time, so I looked away, back at the card. "...what do you know of this?" I asked him, running my finger over the thin gold sheet.

His smile broadened and his eyes danced. "I'm surprised your mother hasn't told you yet."

"...mother isn't here," I whispered, but evidently he did not hear me.

"It's a remarkable relic, really. There's only been a few on the market in recent years..." He paused to clear his throat before continuing. "Many years ago, that picture was found on the wall of an ancient building, deep in the jungle. One of the explorers who found it that day made a painting of it, but found that he could not capture the brilliant gold sheen of the original. So he hired a goldsmith and a jeweler to make these cards, and gave them to everyone involved in the expedition. There were over two hundred people who took part, so the cards are just common enough that people 'discover' them in their heirlooms, and rare and fine enough that people will pay dearly for them."

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, still focused on the card. "Mama said it was in her family for many years. She told me it was called Ancient Mew."

"Yes, yes, that's what people have taken to calling it."

He still seemed excited by his find, but was calming, so I turned to look at him again. "...Tell me more."

"...more?" His eyebrows raised elegantly. "What did you have in mind, my boy?"

I looked back at the card, running my finger down the jeweled face. "...what does the writing say?"

"Hmm..." He put his hand to his face as though lost in thought. "It's based on a game they found around the same area, but I'm really not certain what it says. I'm sure some cursory research could be done to find out, though."

For the time, that was good enough for me. I later found out, but that is neither here nor there for the continuation of my tale.


Asaph was enthralling, regaling me with tales of his own treasures, and I listened, enraptured, to every word. But then he was called away to check on some specifications for his ship, leaving me to absorb everything he had told me.

A slow smile spread across my face, although at the time I did not know why.

[Luna Tiger]

I promised you a review, and I'm trying not to break promises or deals these days. :3

As you know, I've enjoyed reading it, building a story for Jiri with what you had and your creative licence. I'm still drawing myself back to how you pulled off what made Jiri start Collecting in the first place, and tying it to a lot of things that're already beginning to shape him. I like those kinds of intertwined threads a lot.

Just one piece I think is missing a bit; it's near the end of chapter 7: "For the time, that was good enough for me. I later found out, but that is neither here nor there for the continuation of my tale."

=X It's not a very complete sentence, if you know what I mean. I wanna know what that thought was leading to!

[Blackjack Palazzo]

That...sounds complete to me...He later found out what it was for, but what he found out wasn't really important.

[FalconriderX]

Shucks, Blackjack has done it again. This is the first time I've read this thread, so it took me some time to read it. It was a very nice story, and I hope you write some more. How do you write so well?!

[Roxy_Parkington]

Good story, Blackjack, chibi Jiri is very interesting to read about. His reflective narration is exactly like in the movie: calm, collected, and yet icy. I read through all of it before reviewing, and I like it very much! ^_^

~Roxy~

[Blackjack Palazzo]

...can it be? Can it possibly be? Dare we hope against hope that it may be? IT IS!!!! IT'S OB8!!!




I could not wait to speak to him again. That night and the following morning, I was quite frustrated. Speaking with Asaph had been as though I was shown another world, brighter than this, but his departure me shoved back into the grey tones of reality.

It felt different with him. He spoke of things so distant and strange, but in such a way that felt as though I had known them my entire life, and I craved more.

Eagerly, I sat at the desk my father had set up for me, and waited for Asaph to arrive. I was so excited that I could not work on the sketch from the day before, though my Mew card lay before me, glimmering in the light from the entryway.

Hours I waited, not moving from that spot. The swirls of work around me went unnoticed, the sounds and sweat of the factory passing me by, until finally he entered. Instead of heading off to speak with one of the engineers as he usually did, he immediately looked in my direction, and his face lit up to see that I was indeed present.

I smiled at him, the only thing I could think to do, and he approached me. "Young master Jirarudan, how does the day find you today?" he asked.

"Quite well, and you?"

He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I did not struggle away as I did from others who did the same. "Very well, now that I'm here. I was looking forward to seeing you again." A warm smile settled on his face, and he leaned down to whisper to me. "I could hardly wait to come here today. We have much to talk about, don't we?"

I nodded. "I think so, yes. I could hardly wait for you to arrive," I confessed, hoping that my expression conveyed my thoughts as well as the words I spoke. "I dreamed of what tales you might tell me."

"Very well then!" he proclaimed, pulling a chair over from against the wall and setting it near my own. "Tell me, my boy, have you ever heard the tale of the Eye of Dawn?"



We spoke for hours; or rather he did, and I listened with utmost attention. Several times I noticed my father watching us, but he did not disturb us until nearly an hour to close, when he took Asaph into the factory proper with him. But I was satisfied, at least momentarily. Asaph's stories had left me in a near-trance, as though my mind had left my body and was ensconced in the legends of which he spoke. With a tired smile, I slumped down in my chair and closed my eyes, letting the etherealness that still hung in the air linger as long as I could.

For a brief moment, I thought I heard my mother call my name. But I opened my eyes and it was only Helen.

"Jiri?" she repeated, leaning down to my level. "Your father told me to come get you. He has something he wants to ask you."

Reluctantly I slid off the chair and away from the desk, feeling as though I was abandoning a part of myself. I was pleased to notice that Asaph was in my father's office, but even his presence could not alleviate the feeling that I had been torn from a dream world. My father gestured for me to sit down and I did, and the weight of the world forced me into place.

Asaph's hand closed lightly around my shoulder and I felt slightly better, but not enough to make a difference.

"Jiri, as you know," my father began, "my work keeps me very busy. I'm not able to spend the time with you that you need."

I nodded absently, not really caring what he said.

"I know how much you love art, and when I saw you and Asaph hit it off, well..." His voice cracked as he spoke, and he paused to clear his throat. "Jiri...I've spoken with Asaph, and we came up with an idea I think you'll like."

Looking back, I may not have considered it if my father had said it. But he yielded the floor to Asaph to finish the thought. Asaph squeezed my shoulder to get my attention, and smiled at me when I looked up at him. "Jiri...how would you like to spend some time with me?"

I have no clear memory of the moment immediately following his words, as I am fairly certain that I blacked out for a split second. I grabbed his hand--hard, I recall, as he winced slightly--and jolted up from the chair to face him. "I would love it!" I blurted. "I...I would love to!"

In the background, my father continued, something about socializing me or some such rot. But I didn't care.

We made plans to meet in three days time, when Asaph would take me to the Viridian museum. The days to follow were the longest in my life.

[Evil Figment]

Interesting developments. Though I suspect Asaph of having some interests in the card as well as the kid...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Oh, not necessarily...although his interests *are* on less than the up-and-up.

[FrozenWind]

Viridian? Jiri's headed for Viridian? Neat! And what do you mean, Asaph's interests are less than honest? *raises eyebrow* What's he planning? And what does poor ickle Jiri have to do with it? Please tell us soon!

And by soon, I don't mean months down the line. *glares slightly at BGJ*

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Oh, yoooooou'll see...*wink*

OK, what does 'ickle' mean anyway? It makes me think of someone choking on an icicle.

[arti]

Great! I'm enjoying your fics Misappropiation and this one. :) I'm so busy right now, but I'll write a more non-asinine review later

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I look forward to it!

[arti]

Here is my, at least less, asinine review.

The development of the character Jiri is very good. He’s becoming a very round character, and your choice of narration is really fitting. He’s looking back, but reliving, so he’s able to add hindsight to what he is going through without being heavy-handed. Asaph is also an intriguing character. You choose to develop that character a little less to add suspense, which is quite effective. Based on the way you ended your last installment, I expect so sort of major realization, but I have the tendency to anticipate major realizations in anything I read. Anyway, good work. Looking forward to the next installment.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Thank you!

What do you mean by 'major realization'? I think Corbin's plan to socialize Jiri fits that definition.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I don't believe it! It's not possible! But it's true! OB9!




On the appointed day, I awoke before dawn, although Asaph was not to fetch me until nine. My sleep the night before had been restless, and I'd dreamed of a city of brilliant green. As the light of day gradually lightened my room, I imagined what wonders the day held for me. I had never been to Viridian, of course, and pictured it as the glistening emerald set into the land that people described it as.

The night before I had laid out the finest clothes I had. At the time, I thought them exquisite apparel, but looking back I can only shake my head at how simple my tastes were. Mass-produced cotton and twill are a far cry to the sumptuous hand-woven silks I was to become accustomed to.

A white bird landed on my windowsill, but it wasn't the one I dreamed of.



I hurried through breakfast, being careful not to get anything on my clothing, and waited at the door for Asaph. Shortly after nine am, I saw his personal craft--one of my father's custom dual-rotor helicopters; the proper airship he had commissioned was still in production--land at the docking port outside the factory. Out of courtesy, I waited until he knocked to open the door.

He was an elegant sight, in a green greatcoat that brought out the glimmer in his blue eyes, the eyes that lit up when he greeted me. "Are you ready?" he asked me, and when I nodded my assent he brought a hand to my shoulder and let it rest for a moment as he looked me up and down. "You look very distinguished today," he said, and I smiled.

In the next room, my father, who had already opened the factory for the day but was waiting in the house for my departure, looked on. "Asaph, I want to thank you again," he called, and Asaph nodded. "Have everything?" he asked me, and I nodded to him as well. "Enjoy the museum!" he called, having to return to work. I was glad to be rid of him, even though I would be without him for the entire day.

Asaph and I sat in the middle section of his ship, as a chauffeur took the controls. It was about a half-hour ride from Seafoam to Viridian, and in that time Asaph told me more tales of the world's treasures, including a sculpture from an ancient age that the museum had recently acquired. He was quite eager to see it in person, although he seemed disappointed that he was unable to possess it.

We docked on the roof of the museum, among other ships. I recognized my father's seal on many of them, particularly the finer crafts.

There was a spiral staircase leading down, nothing particularly notable about it except that it lead to the grand entryway, which was a remarkable thing. Marble columns--that had been excavated from ancient ruins, Asaph told me--framed the doors, which were glass and tinted dark.

He held the door for me, and I held my breath upon entering, only to release it the second I entered, for I was greeted by a marvelous sight. One hand held out as though in welcome, a statue of a warrior woman, hair cascading down her shoulders and other hand held on the hilt of her sword as if to say that she was the guardian of the treasures within, stood in the foyer. I could not help but raise my hand to return her gesture of welcome.

Once he had bought our tickets, Asaph smiled at me. "Now, shall we explore?"

I nodded emphatically.



We took our time, dawdling at various masterpieces, with Asaph explaining technique and the histories of the artists to me.

I listened enraptured through the hours, and finally we reached the sculpture he had mentioned on the way. It stood on a pedestal, the centerpiece of a room. He gasped, taken in by the soft features of the statue's subject; a young woman with a Jigglypuff and a basket of flowers.

I found it nothing special. Admittedly it was lifelike, with the pokémon looking as though it would burst into song, but the mood did not strike me as it did Asaph. Instead I occupied myself with the nearby statue of a Gengar that had supposedly belonged to a master trainer ages ago.

"Asaph?" The voice from behind us was sharp yet dignified. He turned, I did not.

"Lucrezia!" he exclaimed, extricating himself from the sculpture and greeting the newcomer.

I wondered if I should involve myself. If I ignored them, I would seem rude, but same if I approached them outright. So I remained where I was and listened intently with my back turned.

"How did the Moreo turn out?" Asaph asked her. I would discover later that he was speaking of an artist.

"Oh, so-so," Lucrezia admitted. "I wound up trading it in for a Hidcomb."

"Hidcomb was an overrated drunken bastard," a third voice interrupted, that of a man younger than either of them. They ignored him.

After a few minutes of discussion of names I had never heard of, during which time I turned my attention to a statue of an ivory butterfly alighting on a silver flower, Asaph returned to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "How about you go on to the next room without me? Lucrezia and I have some business to discuss, and I know you're eager to keep going."

I nodded. "I didn't want to say anything."

"You've been a very good boy about it," he smiled, his hand falling back to his side. "You're a very patient young man."

Returning his smile, I nodded my head and continued into the next room.

I didn't notice it at first, as the paintings nearest me had my immediate attention, but when I turned to the far wall, it was as though everything around me ceased to exist.

There before me was the most brilliant and beautiful and terrifying thing I'd ever seen. To other lives, it would not have had such a profound effect, but to me it was as though the rest of the world had dropped away and existence was defined entirely by paint on canvas. She was beautiful, in a white robe that matched her flawless wings with every feather defined and looked as they could begin motion at any moment. Her hand extended in assistance, she bore a look of sorrow that the man she wished to help was unaware of her presence, a look that broke my heart to behold. Whatever was left of the world was walled up as the words /I'll be your angel/ resonated through my mind.

My knees gave out, and I was vaguely aware that I somehow was able to find purchase on the seat in the center of the room.

Nothing I had ever seen before could compare. It was at once the ideal and the dread as every detail of the painting sunk into me, filling me as nothing had before. I existed, the painting existed, and there was nothing else.



A faint cracking at the shell of the world, and a hand came to rest on my shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't she?" the man from before asked, and the spell was gone.

Instinctively, I pulled away, to the end of the bench, and he chuckled. "Shy? That's all right."

My view disrupted, I could only stare at the floor, and even the details of that escaped me.

"You're Corbin's boy, aren't you?" the man continued. "I've heard about you. My mother does frequent business with him." When he realized that I was not going to reply, he kept on. "I've never found the art world to be all that interesting myself, but I suppose it has its charm."

He was harsh, his manner cold, his words without feel to them. Or perhaps that was how the world was; I couldn't tell the difference. I edged away from him an inch at a time and I don't think he noticed, for he continued on about things I didn't care about.

I could feel the blankness around me, the empty world breaking and forming and I hated it. I wanted out, to lose myself in the picture that I couldn't bring myself to look at. I wanted the angels, the spirits and the wonder and I couldn't find them; I couldn't bear to see them again.

I'm not sure at what point he left, but when Asaph came to retrieve me, he was gone.



There were two dining rooms in the museum. The first was a simple café, and I started to turn to go into it, but Asaph cleared his throat to catch my attention. "We don't go to places like that," he told me, directing me to the more formal restaurant.

At our booth, he squeezed my hand. "So, I see that painting spoke to you."

I nodded slowly, the angels still dancing in my mind. "Yes..." was my simple, distracted answer.

"You know, there's going to be a Tonio exhibit in Goldenrod in a few months if you'd like to see it."

"That's nice..." I muttered, twining my free hand's fingers in loops in the thin chain that held my mother's ring around my throat.

"Isn't it though?" he asked and I surmised it was meant to be rhetorical. "Some of those pieces have never left Kanto before. I know it's not far, but it's still impressive."

I nodded again, a million miles away.

"Jiri, are you having a good time?"

My head picked up. "Um? Yes, yes I am. Why do you ask?"

He smiled warmly. "You seem so distant. Lost in thought?"

"Yes..." Again I fingered the necklace chain.

He took a sip of a drink that I hadn't noticed him order. "Tell me about that ring," he said, and it was neither a request nor a demand.

"It was my mother's," I told him. Unlike when he had asked about my Mew card, I offered no further information.

He shook his head, smiling sadly, and whispered something in a language I did not recognize. "Your father told me about her," he continued. "I'm so sorry."

I tucked the chain back under my shirt. "I'd rather not speak of that now."

"I understand," he assured.



We returned to Seafoam later that night, after exploring the rest of the museum. It was early evening, but I was exhausted, my divine experience had indeed weakened my constitution. My father accepted me from Asaph and took me upstairs, where I fell asleep and dreamed of angels.

[fruitsmoothierevenge]

Asaph is a wonderful name. I really liked this last chapter, and the artistic characters you introduced.

I'm excited to see where this story is going. Keep up the good work! ^_^

[Blackjack Palazzo]

It's still Dec 31st here, which means that I fulfilled my New Year's Resolution of three chapters in 2005!!! I do so hope that Jiri's irrationality comes through in this chapter...also, this helps solve some of the mess that was chapter four.





Although that day had been divine, time has no respect for such things, and life found itself as it always was. And once again, I found myself caught in boredom's snare. The world seemed so much dimmer and duller after beholding such wonders that it was rare for something to hold my attention for very long. Even Asaph was absent, his life taking him overseas for several weeks.

One morning I came down for breakfast, and my father greeted me in the kitchen, the smell of fried eggs heavy in the air. "Jiri," he welcomed with a hand on my shoulder, "I'm taking the day off. How about you and me do something?"

I shrugged, partially noncommittal, partially to extricate his hand. "I presume you had something in mind."

"Well, let's see..." he thought aloud, putting a slice of toast on a plate next to an apple half and the aforementioned eggs. "We could go shopping, we could go swimming...Oh! I know!" He snapped his fingers, handing me the plate with his other hand. "How about we play some chess?"

I took my seat at the kitchen table. "All right," I agreed. It was better than nothing, I reasoned.

"All right, how about after breakfast?" The eagerness in his voice was rather annoying.

"If you want," was my short reply.

He frowned. "When you're around Asaph, you just come alive. What happens to that spark, Jiri?"

I shrugged, saying nothing, and starting on my breakfast.

Sitting across from me, he tousled my hair. "Come on...something's gotta bring you out of your shell. You know, we could take the chessboard down to the beach and get some sun while we play. Wanna do that?"

"No, not especially."

He sighed heavily, looking away briefly. "Oh, right, right, your accident..."

I stared blankly at him before asking him what he meant by that.

"Your mother told me about when she found you face-down in the pond," he replied, laying his hands on the table.

He couldn't even get something as major as my near-drowning right. "That's not how it happened," I corrected.

He leaned in. "Oh?"

Prompting me. He was waiting for me to fill the silence, and I gave in. "They held me under. It wasn't an accident. They wanted me dead."

He was still for a moment, then he nodded. "Jiri, you know, your mother saw the whole thing. She told me that they tried to throw you in, but you fainted. They got scared and ran off. I know what they did was inexcusable, but..." He trailed off. "What reason would anyone have to try to kill you, anyway?"

"Because of Mother." It was so simple and he couldn't grasp it.

"O...kayyyy..." He drew the word out, looking confused. "It was really that strong even after all that time? I knew there was animosity there, but it's really that bad?"

Did he have to be such an enigma? "What do you mean 'after all that time'?"

"You know, about your grandfather?" he prodded.

I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about." Why did he have to be like this?

"Oh, she...she never told you about that? That's strange..." He paused, no doubt wondering if he should reveal the secret. And of course he continued. "Your grandfather was the mayor of the town, and he decided against having the town be a stop on a train route. The townspeople were convinced that the town would have thrived had the train stopped there, and it got so bad that he was forced to resign. I guess some people never got over that."

The lies the man could tell. "That isn't true," I insisted.

"No, no, it's true. Why, what did she tell you?"

He wasn't worth my time. I shoved my plate aside and left the table, heading back up to my room.



I came back down a short time later, hoping that my father had given up and returned to work, but this was not to be. In my absence, he had set up the chessboard on the living room coffee table, and arranged a chair at the end opposite the couch. His audacity astounded me.

"Jiri! Want to play that chess game now?" he asked, coming out from the kitchen.

I wasn't going to win, I figured. "All right, I suppose," I sighed, taking a seat in the chair.

He took his place on the couch. "Which side do you want?"

"It doesn't matter."

"All right then." He adjusted the board so that the white pieces were facing me. "You'll start off. Know how to play?"

"Of course." Mother had taught me once during a thunderstorm, but we had only played that one time. I remembered all the moves, but could not formulate a strategy or anything advanced. But I was not about to let that man talk down to me.

"Good! We'll say, what, half an hour allotment per turn?"

I moved my first piece, the Queen's Knight, without a word, and turned my attention more to the pieces themselves. White like the feathers of the bird. But that just lead to thoughts of our earlier conversation.

Maybe he was telling the truth. But that would mean that there was no white bird, wouldn't it? That there was mother, and nothing else.

And I could not accept that, for reasons I could not fathom. I knew in my heart, as much as I loved my mother, that the bird had saved me.

It puzzled even me, that I would resist his idea so much, but I knew my memory was true.

"So," he said, breaking my line of thought, "I haven't gotten a chance to sit down and talk with you about your trip to Viridian. How was it?"

I shrugged, slightly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. "I liked it."

He smiled at me. Even with my gaze leveled at the chessboard I could tell. "It's been ages since I was at the museum. A lot of my clients went to some party they had there a few months ago."

Why did he insist on telling me things that I couldn't care less about? "It was nice," I offered, hoping it would make him silent.

"See anything good?" he asked. "I like the silver room, myself..."

I nodded. "That was nice...I liked the statues..." There was no way I was going to tell him about the angel.

A few moves later, he spoke again. "You know...there's something I've wanted to talk to you about for a while." He paused, thinking of how to phrase it. "Recently, Helen and I have...gotten closer. We've been dating for about a year now."

I suppose it was obvious from the way they acted around each other, but hearing a confirmation was still quite interesting. Helen was a good woman, very kind to me, and she never spoke down to me like he did. "Oh?" was still all I could say to his statement.

"Yeah..." He smiled at me, patting my hand as I made a move. I waited for him to finish before completing it. "Just wanted to let you know in case you saw us kissing or something."

And I couldn't have figured it out on my own? Putting aside the fact that I hadn't yet, it was unlikely to traumatize me. My parents had been divorced for several years, it was only natural that at least one of them would find a new partner. Why did he insist on treating me like an imbecile? "All right," I said, nodding to myself.

His attention back on the game, we continued in near silence, for which I was extremely grateful. Soon, the game was over, and again he ruffled my hair in that way he had. "That was fun. You know, you're a pretty good player."

I pointed to the board. "But you won."

"I know, but you put up quite the fight." He smiled, and I suppose it was meant to be warm. "You could be quite the master if you keep it up."

Fine, anything to get him to stop this forced socialization. "I'm going to my room," I said, and he didn't stop me.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Whoo! A few days ahead of schedule! I can't believe it! Now, can I get chapter 12 out by the new year? ...maybe.

***


While my home life may have been less than ideal, my life with Asaph continued to blossom. He told me frequently how impressed he was with me, how much I was growing with him. I noticed differences too, that I was more outgoing, more eager for even the everyday things. My drawings were getting better, I thought, probably due to my increased focus.

Asaph was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, and I was grateful to have met him.

It was the duty and expectation that a man of his station present a distinguished manner to the rest of society, so he and my father decided that he would instruct me in the ways of gentlemen. Why my father was interested in such a thing, I still do not know. I can only suppose it was to represent the money his factory made, but we did not live like society people, not like Asaph.

In addition to comportment, he had begun teaching me languages, both past and present, and I was thriving under his tutelage. "You're quite the polyglot," he told me one day as he tousled my hair, and was surprised that I knew what the word meant.

He called me a prodigy, something I felt was a bit too lofty. I was simply a good student, that was all. Of course, looking back on it, I realize I may have sold myself short in that regard.



One day we were on our way to another museum, one across the seas in Hoenn, and I went to him and asked him how he came to have such a charmed life. "I think I've been very fortunate," he told me, looking out the window of his ship at the ocean waters below. "My family was quite wealthy, and I took an early interest in the finer things in life. I always loved art, and vowed to surround myself with the world's treasures." He smiled at me and gestured for me to come closer, which I did. His hand came to rest on my shoulder. "I'm grateful that I've found someone to share these things with, Jiri. I never thought I'd find a protégé like you. Truly I've been blessed."

I smiled back at him, resting my hand on his. "I'm glad I found you. My life would be so boring without something like our excursions to fill it."

He chuckled. "You're a good boy, Jiri. A very good boy." That said, he moved from the window to the chair of his ship, which was finally completed. Being a C-Class, it consisted of two rooms; the control room in which we presently stood, and the entrance, which was slightly lower and had a lift to reach it. "It should be about an hour before we reach Lilycove. What say we have a lesson in the meantime?"



We were in Lilycove before I knew it, and we would be staying the night, so we set up the hotel arrangements first. Waiting in the hall of the grand hotel made me feel like a prince. This was the sort of place my father would never go, with the gilt and the glamour and the opulent grandeur that he so avoided. Not like Asaph, he was in his element in such a palatial place.

On our way up to the room, with the bellhop handling our bags, Asaph took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Is this your first night away from home, Jiri?" he asked.

"First time without one of my parents," I said. Mother and I had taken a few overnight trips, nothing really outstanding.

He nodded. "I hope I make a good host for you."

Once in the room, he tipped the bellhop generously, and then we were alone. I sat on the end of one of the two twin beds and looked up at Asaph. "Shall we head to the museum now?"

A smile crossed his face, creasing the lines by his eyes. "We should relax first. It was a long trip, and the museum will be there after we've rested up. Here, I've got something for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy, which he unwrapped and pushed into my mouth. The taste of butterscotch dissolved onto my tongue. "Is that good?"

"Yes, yes, you just surprised me." I swallowed deeply, the sweet confection heavy in my mouth. "It's very good. Did you get it in Seafoam?"

He chuckled to himself, discarding the wrapper. "My boy, there's so much you know, but so much you have yet to learn." And I knew he wasn't talking about the candy, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he meant.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I don't believe it! I got it in in less than a month! Could 13 be far behind?




In those times, I fully believed the childhood adage that I could be anything I wanted. The problem was that there was nothing I wanted to do in life.

Until the day Asaph took me to Mandarin.

It was a few weeks after our excursion to Lilycove. We hadn't seen each other since, and he greeted me with a demonstrative embrace that nearly squeezed the wind from me. We were outside my father's factory, with the hot air of machinery emanating from the open doors. A breeze blew inland from across the sea as Asaph took me to his ship, his greying blond hair waving slightly as we boarded. My father waved goodbye as we took off, soaring over the cliffs and to the open ocean. I watched the factory become a small dot on the horizon before turning to Asaph.

"Where are we going today?" I asked him. It didn't really matter to me; any trip I took with him was bound to be full of wonders.

"Mandarin Island. Ever been?"

I shook my head. I'd never been to the Orange region at all, nor do I think I would ever have were it not for his interventions.

"Oh, it's delightful. The museum is running a special exhibit of historical interest to the area. Some of that primitive art is really incredible." He smiled and came to stand next to me, running his fingers through my hair. "It promises to be an eventful day."

Little did I know how right he would prove to be.



Mandarin Island had a bustling port, but the rest of the city was relatively relaxed. We landed at a pier on a quiet side of the land--Asaph had paid extra for a ship that could land in water--and headed directly to the museum. It was a large building, unassuming, looking more like a university than a repository for ancient treasures.

Within the hallowed halls, we quickly found the special display room. Native music greeted us on the breeze, piped in softly over the sound system. Asaph gasped, spotting a large stone statue, and herded me over to it. "Jiri, doll, look at this!" he whispered, his hand on my shoulder.

I read the museum's summary of the piece, noting that it was thought to be over five thousand years old. "It's certainly ancient," I said, nearly kicking myself for the obviousness of the statement.

But Asaph didn't notice. "Isn't it lovely? The curves and lines are so playful, one would think it was done recently!"

"What is it?" I asked him. It looked like a lump to me. Of course, I was naive then.

"Why Jiri, you don't see it? It's a woman! Notice the wide curving hips and the full breasts?"

I shook my head. "No, sorry."

"Well, it is a little abstract," he admitted, patting my shoulder. "Want to move on?"

"Oh yes."

The next object was a tablet, and Asaph told me it was written in the language of the Shamouti Islanders. This was not the one I was to aquire later in life, but it was similar. Asaph was familiar with some of the Orange languages, and was pointing out the words he knew. I learned "Aqu'hala", which meant "mainland", or more literally, "land without water".

We looked in awe at several more objects, both artistic and mundane, before happening upon some small carvings. They were ancient, but still shone with lustre and life. They were of birds, the Legendary Birds, it said.

The largest one looked familiar, and it took me a second before I realized it was the white bird.



Of course, I couldn't tell Asaph, what would he say? But how I wanted to! My stomach was twirling about, and I'm positive that my face conveyed my shock. My white bird, finally back to me after all this!

According to the summary, the creature was known as Lugia. I finally had a name to go with my beautiful bird! I took a deep breath, noting that I was becoming light headed. I expected a more dramatic reaction from myself, especially after what had happened in Viridian, but as it was, I felt elated. How dare my father tell me that the white bird was a dream? I had evidence it existed, or at least that someone else had seen it.

"Oh, you certainly like those, don't you?" Asaph asked, tousling my hair once again. "They say that the Legendary Birds of the Orange region are special, more so than the same species from other regions."

"Tell me about the one in the middle." It wasn't a request, it was a demand, and I regretted my tone the moment I said it.

"Lugia? Well..." He brought his hand to his mouth and paused. "Honestly I don't know that much about it. I know it's said to live at the bottom of the ocean, and is considered sacred to many of the islands in Orange. But that's about it."

I nodded absentmindedly, staring at the figure. It was pulling me in, not in the way the angel painting had done, but in a way that made me positively giddy.

"Jiri, are you well? You're breathing awfully strangely..."

Damn. My youthful enthusiasm had gotten away from me there, and I exhaled slowly to calm myself. My behaviour went against Asaph's comportment training, and I was sorry for that. "I apologize. I just got a bit...excited."

He laughed. "The art world can do that to a person. Why, it's done it to me before, especially in my first years as a Collector."

A Collector...

At that point, everything in my life settled into place. I knew what my future had to be. "Asaph!" I addressed sharply, again regretting how stern I sounded. "I want to be a Collector too," I blurted out, prompting a giggle from a nearby woman at my bluntness. But I didn't care.

One may think that I wanted Lugia at such a young age, but that is not the case. I wanted the treasures, the stuff of legends.

Asaph raised an eyebrow at me, a thin smirk on his lips. "You want to be a Collector?" he repeated.

"Yes!" I added an unspoken 'with all my heart'.

"Jiri, I..." He looked away, pensive for a moment, then back at me with a sharp turn of his head. "All right! I can teach you the basics, and if you want to continue on, I can teach you that too!" He looked so happy, like he was about to burst into joyous tears, and he dabbed at his eyes with a silk handkerchief. "Jiri, I'm so proud of you..."

In those fleeting moments, my life was set before me. I smiled to myself.

[Mysty]

I had forgotten how good this fic was, and I am happy to fully reread it again. You are doing a great job characterizng Jiri. Though I get a few creepy vibes from Asaph so far.

keep up the good work. I'll be waiting for the next chapter! Take your time and don't rush though! :)

[Blackjack Palazzo]

A review! *hugs you*

Yes, Asaph is pretty creepy, ain't he?

And thank you. Getting into Jiri's mindset is pretty touch, which is why I usually take so long in writing these.

[DGE]

Review'd!

I went back to the beginning to start over, since it's been a couple of years. Reading these 12 chapters at once makes the story flow a lot better for me.

You meant it to be a memoir-type story, right? It's Jiri's memories that are being summarized, and not an actual "let's watch this detailed flashback" kind of story, but I wanted to see these things actually happening, like the stories Asaph tells Jiri when they first meet, and just how they fascinate him. That may not be as important as what happens, later, though, in which case I can understand paraphrasing that part. I really started to get interested when Asaph and Jiri got to Lilycove, mainly because some plot starts to unfold. Mr. Asaph is a fascinating guy. Wonder what he's got on his mind~

Also, is Jiri still eight? Yipes.

I went back to look at chapter 4 after the revelation of what really happened with the water. That was pretty sketchy when it was first presented, and I didn't even realize that was what happened to him. Kinda weird, but I'm glad it got cleared up.

Chapter 13, you can do it!

[Blackjack Palazzo]

I'm thinking that he's 9 by this point.

Yeah, it's Jiri telling his story, so basically yeah, a memoir.

4 is what I like to call the "psycho go nuts" chapter. It makes no sense at the time, I don't think, and only clears up so much later.

From here on, it'll be more plot-oriented, now that Jiri has a concrete goal.

[JulieArticuno]

Oh wow Blackjack!

I adored Chapter Four-would you mind if I took the inspiration I got from it to do a drawing?

All of it is very good-and the places he's going with Asaph might also be part of the autistic personality thing-that's why he enjoys it so much.

When I first read about Asaph, how he spoke, moved, acted-it reminded me of Jiri-the-adult. I wondered if Jiri modelled his own attitude/manner on him. I too am also wondering just what asaph's interest in Jiri is-except for using him to relive his own youth.

Will there be another chapter anytime soon?

JulieArticuno

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Asaph's vested interest in Jiri will be explained in due time. I think we have a few chapters to go before we find out more about that.

Ooooh, ObFanart! I'd certainly love to see that!

And it may be a bit before the next chapter, but if I managed 12 in less than a month, anything's possible.

[JulieArticuno]

Asaph's vested interest in Jiri will be explained in due time. I think we have a few chapters to go before we find out more about that.

I'm quite looking forward to that

[QUOOTE=Blackjack Gabbiani]Ooooh, ObFanart! I'd certainly love to see that![/QUOTE]

I'll make it a gift art to you then, and post it on Deviant. Jiri's about eight, I think you said? OOH! Little-Jiri! I've wanted to draw a child Jiri for AGES!

And it may be a bit before the next chapter, but if I managed 12 in less than a month, anything's possible.

Yay!

julieArticuno

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Yay! I'm glad I could serve as an inspiration. Really, that gives me the warm fuzzies.

[JulieArticuno]

I'm really glad!

JulieArticuno

[JulieArticuno]

Blackjack,

I just looked up Asaph-and found it's mraning-on the net.

Very clever!!!!!!

JulieArticuno

[Blackjack Palazzo]

*laughs* Why thank you. I found it in a name book and couldn't resist.

[JulieArticuno]

I can see why!

JulieArticuno

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Some of the other names like Helen or Veronica just kinda came to me. Some, like Gloria, I picked for how they sounded (I'd gone through a host of exotic names for her until I settled on that one). Corbin was a special case. I wanted his name to have something to do with flight, so I picked one that meant "blackbird". It wasn't until later that I realized it put him at an opposition to the 'white bird' of Jiri's fantasies.

[Gideon Ferrell]

Well seeing as I just got to the boards a little while ago, I just read chapter 1.

You did a great job showing the relationship and bond between Jiri and his mother, right before she was taken from this world. Cant wait to read more!

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Thank you! I hope you read more soon! *review whore*

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Can it be? Ob13 already! Here we meet another new character.




After that, things moved slowly at first. Asaph began teaching me some art history along with my usual language study, which I soaked up like the proverbial sponge. I found myself far more interested in the creations of the ancient world and those of the Renaissance than those of the modern world, although that had more to do with the quality of individual artists than anything else. I never cared for abstractions, as my reaction to the statue in Mandarin had shown. Things had to show what they meant, or I would pass them by.

One day, Asaph announced that I must have a new outfit, for we would be attending a party at the end of the week. He told me that my museum clothes would not suffice, that I must be dressed the part of the aspiring young Collector that I now was. He gave my father a short list of some suitable designers, but as expected, my father was unable to take me. In return, he gave Asaph some money and told him to purchase what he saw fit. So Asaph and I traveled to a boutique in Viridian, where he bought me a magnificent lavender greatcoat in the finest fabrics. When he saw me in it the first time, he gasped and said that I was a heavenly sight.

Finally, the day of the party arrived. I donned the garment once more and waited at the airship dock for Asaph. It was summer's end, and the wind blowing through my hair had a faint chill as well at the salt smell it usually carried.

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder, and I instinctively pulled away. "You're awfully jumpy today," my father said. "Are you sure you're ready to go to a fancy party?"

I stepped away from him. Anyone would be jumpy if a hand appeared on their shoulder without warning, and he was a fool to assume otherwise. "Of course I am."

"Do you know what goes on at these parties?"

One thing to understand is that my father was never told that it was a Collector party. Asaph had said to keep that a secret, and I knew why. Father would not understand how much it meant to me, nor would he understand why I felt it my destiny. In response to his question, I shook my head. "People will be making society connections there. It's going to be a lot of talk, I think."

He chuckled, and his hand found my shoulder again, against my wishes, but I let it stay there anyway. "I'll never understand why people find those so interesting. Well, if you get bored, Asaph will probably be willing to bring you back. Or you can see Viridian; it's a beautiful city."

"It is," I agreed. I liked it a well sight better than Seafoam, what I had seen of it, anyway. Seafoam, for all the crowds, was a rather dingy town that gave itself body and soul to the ocean.

Asaph's ship arrived then, and I was glad to go.



We landed at a crowded dock in the yard of a mansion, and trekked the few hundred feet to the elaborate doorway, where we were greeted by a doorman. As I had been taught by Asaph, I passed the man a tip as he held the door, and he smiled.

"This party is really rather casual," Asaph muttered to me as we entered. "At the parties of note, they'll have someone announcing you as you come in." But I hardly paid him any mind, although I did fancy the image.

The mansion's entryway was very posh, with classical columns rising over modern checked marble floors that reflected the declining sun from out the window. We were led to a larger room that I assumed was the ballroom. All around were people, and all in their finery. They discussed art mostly, tossing around names I had never heard and prices that made me gasp.

Of course, Asaph was in his element. It was like a whirlwind, the way he introduced me to so many people. Many of them knew me as "Corbin's son", which of course I despised. I regret to say that I remember very little detail, as I was quite overwhelmed. I recall being passed around from person to person like a curiosity, a young boy who already had his life set before him, even though I knew the attendees themselves had been determined that early.

After a time, Asaph spotted the woman we had met at the Viridian Museum, Lucrezia, and left me to talk with her. With him gone, I sighed. This whole endeavor was quite overwhelming, and I found my head spinning from all the excitement. I knew I had to brave these excursions in the future, to make connections and to expand my horizons, but for now, I was still a beginner, so I ducked into the sitting room when no one was looking.

I thought I was alone at first until I heard a girl giggling. "That's it! Now jump!" she said to something, so I looked around. There, kneeling on the floor behind the couch, was a girl probably a few years older than myself. Before her was a pokémon I'd only seen in books, a Ralts. It was jumping at something in her hand, which she held aloft and wiggled. She laughed, and handed it the treat anyway, which it promptly devoured.

I couldn't help but laugh myself, although I wasn't sure why.

At the sound, she and the Ralts turned to face me, her curly blonde hair twisting with her action. "Oh, I didn't know anyone else was in here. My parents aren't looking for me already, are they?" she asked, with a tone indicating that she thought it was far too soon.

I shook my head. "Not that I know of. Sorry to disturb you. Would you rather I leave you alone?"

She stood, and the Ralts ran in front of her. "No, that's ok. It's good to see someone younger around here." With a smile, she held out her hand. "I'm Veronica."

Frankly, I was unsure of what to do. Should I shake her hand or kiss it? Should I bow? Kneel? I took a moment to decide, during which time I took her hand and raised it a little, looking to her for cues. She smiled at me, but otherwise did nothing, so I settled on drawing the offered hand closer and making eye contact. "Jirarudan."

"Interesting name," she said as I let go of her hand. "So who are you with?"

"Me? I'm here with Asaph. Do you know him?"

"I think my parents have done business with him...not sure. I know I've heard the name, though." She grabbed my hand again. "I didn't introduce you to Ralts!" And with that, she pulled me down to the ground, where her pokémon waited. "Ralts, this is Ji...um...no, I've got it, Jira--"

"Jiri is fine," I assured her. "I know, it's a mouthful."

"This is Jiri," she finished with a laugh, and her Ralts laughed too. "Jiri, this is Ralts. I got her for my birthday last month. She's from Hoenn!"

"So I hear. Aren't they pretty rare?"

She nodded. "They're psychic, and people say they can sense emotions. But this one just seems to sense when I've got treats." As if on cue, Ralts went up on tiptoe with arms extended, begging for something. "Oh fine, here's another one." Veronica took another treat from her purse and gave it to the Ralts, who nibbled on it happily. "Now that she's pacified, want to sit down?"

"Oh, all right." I stood first and offered my hand to Veronica, who took it with a slightly coy look. We moved to the couch and I noticed that she sat very ladylike, with her back straight and her legs crossed at the ankle. I had to watch my own posture, remembering what Asaph had taught me in his comportment lessons. Ralts played at her feet, amusing itself with the elaborate lines on the rug beneath us.

"So..." Veronica started after a brief silence, "how do you know Asaph?"

"He's one of my father's patrons. We got to talking one day and I found him fascinating." I had hoped that she wouldn't ask further, but of course she did.

"Oh? What does your father do? Is he an artist?"

I shook my head, reluctant to talk about the man. "He makes ships," was all the information I offered.

"Ooh, sounds exotic. That must take you all over the place! So where are you from?" She leaned in, intrigued.

"I'm just from Kanto. Little town, though, far to the east. But now I live in Seafoam."

"Seafoam's nice. We go there sometimes in the winter. I'm from here in Viridian, myself. It's nice too." She paused. "I probably sound like a complete idiot, don't I? 'That's nice, that's nice'."

I laughed, probably a bit too loud given my manner. But I was starting to relax. "It's all right, I'm not the best at conversation myself." After a moment, I added "Veronica? Are you going to be a Collector too, then?"

She looked away for just a moment, then back at me with brown eyes bright. "Well, both my parents are...so I guess I am. But for now, no one talks to me at parties 'cause I'm only twelve."

Was there some reluctance there? I quickly forgot it. "This is my first party, and everyone was treating me like a curiosity since I'm only nine."

"Nine, really? You act so much older...but then, you do look young." She tilted her head at me. "So why do you want to be a Collector anyway?"

"Well..." I smiled, more to myself than to her. "The world fascinates me. I want to know the mysteries of the planet. And what better way than to surround myself with articles of distinction?" It sounded like something Asaph would say, or tell me to say, but I didn't care. I couldn't tell her about the white bird, at least not right away. Besides, it was truth, if not wrapped in a shell of peculiarity.

"Mm." It was a noncommital noise, and she looked as though she was thinking about something. "I've always loved the art world. Have you been to the Viridian Museum?"

"Oh yes, I was there a few months ago with Asaph. It was...breathtaking." Angels flitted through my mind as I remembered the painting that had so posessed me. "What's your favorite part?"

"I like the silver room, myself," she said as she bent to pick up her Ralts. "My parents have a set just like one that's on exhibit. I think it was made by the same crafter. Yours?"

"I like the paintings," I admitted. "Especially the Neo-Classical era ones. I thought they did the best job of conveying emotion." My reaction would never cross my lips.

She petted her Ralts, scratching in between the horns, to which Ralts sighed happily and nuzzled her hand. "So do you have any pokémon? I've just got this one here."

I shook my head. "No, can't say that training ever interested me."

"You don't have to be a trainer, you can just own them. Like I'm no trainer." She laughed. "I'd make a horrible trainer."

"No, I still don't think I'd like one." My father had several, to assist in the factory. Mostly Machamps for transport and construction aid, and some strong fire types to heat the metal to where it was malleable. But I had never wanted one for myself, and thoughts of Lugia were a long time off.

"Well, they're not for everyone. Ralts keeps me more than occupied, anyway." She stood, still holding the creature. "Well, I think I'd best be heading back out there. My parents are probably looking for me by now. It was nice meeting you, Jiri."

I nodded. "I should probably return to the party as well. Asaph is probably tearing the place apart trying to find me." Following her to the door, I opened it for her.

"Oh, a gentleman." She giggled again. "Well, like I said, it was nice meeting you. I hope I see you again. Will you be at the opening in Saffron next month?"

"I hadn't heard about that. I might be." I would have to ask Asaph about that.

"I'll look for you there, then!" And with that, she scampered off, Ralts in hand.



I occupied myself with idle conversation with people I didn't care for the rest of the night, untl the party's end when Asaph, who I hadn't seen in hours, found me and asked me if I was ready to return to Seafoam. I told him I was, but in truth, the dull day-to-day of that town would only depress me.

When we were walking back to the ship, Asaph asked me if I had enjoyed myself, and I thought of Veronica and said yes.

[Mysty]

Another wonderful chapter of Obcession! I cannot wait to read more chapters soon. I love the way you write Jiri's reaction to the party. Especially the line about the prices getting tossed around. :)

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Hey there! Been a while since I've seen you around.

And thanks for the review.

[Blackjack Palazzo]

OH WOW OB14. This was supposed to be about twice as long, if not longer, but I decided to cut it up into multiple chapters. Which means that the next chapter shouldn't take all that long. Which means that you'll see me again veeeery shortly.




Asaph had told me over the past few weeks that soon he would make a new acquisition, so when he called me one evening to tell me that he finally had the item in his possession, I could scarcely contain my excitement. He would pick me up early the next morning and take me to his mansion, which lay just over the Seafoam bridge on the mainland. I had never been invited there before; all my meetings with him were either here or some place he would take me in his ship, so I wondered what sorts of things I would see in his own collection.

What would my future collection hold? What wonders of the world would I come to someday possess? I pushed such questions to the back of my mind as I lay in bed, trying in vain to sleep. My window was closed, as it was getting colder outside, so I could not hear the ocean that night. But with the absence of the sea breeze to which I'd become accustomed, a dull silence spread across my room, and I found sleeping to be difficult. Eventually, lulled by promises of what the awakening day would bring, I finally drifted off.

I rose early, with the sun, and I could hear my father down the hall. It was rare of me to wake before the factory opened, so I dawdled in my room and waited for the hallway to fall silent before heading to wash up.

The greatcoat that Asaph had gotten me was off being cleaned, so I attired myself in simpler clothes. Black slacks and a plain green dress shirt felt so common compared with what I had seen at the party, but I figured it was good enough for private company.

Satisfied for the time being, I went downstairs, keeping as quiet as I could. I could hear my father talking in the kitchen, and I assumed it was to Helen, since she was the only one who would come into the house.

"When I heard you were sick, I assumed the worst," he said. That's right, Helen had been absent the past few days.

"You big worrywart," she teased. "It's just a cold."

I was about to join them in the kitchen when he continued. "I was thinking about Gloria. She used to expose herself to all kinds of weird stuff and then try to cure it. That's what wound up killing her, in fact. She found something she couldn't cure."

It took me a moment, during which time I didn't move, and everything fell apart. Had he just said what I thought he said? As the world slowly reassembled itself, I concluded that he had. But rather than shake and cry as I would have before, I grabbed the thing closest to me and beat it firmly against the back of the couch. The book in my hands, some tome on engineering, shifted sharply with each impact, causing the cover to pinch against my fingers. But I didn't care. How dare he? How DARE he?

I heard the sound of his voice saying my name, but I didn't care to look. I didn't want to see him, not now, not ever again, so I threw the book as hard as I could in the direction of the voice, grabbed my shoes from the entryway, and ran out the door.

The sun was rising behind me as I stormed away from the factory. As soon as I was positive that he wasn't following me, I stopped to put on my shoes, tying them with sharp pulling movements that made them too tight for my feet. But I wasn't about to do it again, so I kept walking as much as they hurt.

I figured I would stay on the road until the bridge, and then wait for Asaph's car. There would be very little traffic heading into Seafoam this time of day; most of the scant vehicles on the road were heading further inland for a day of work.

"Stupid roads," I muttered, pausing to brush sand off my shoes. It seemed that even separated from the shoreline, the sand found a way to annoy. With every step I heard the telltale crunch of the cursed grit against pavement, and I swore under my breath at the sound. It seemed to increase with each move I made, until finally I was stomping in a circle, a long, loud shout escaping me.

What was he thinking? How could he say something like that? What kind of an idiot was he? He *wasn't* thinking, that had to be it! He never thought about what he did! He didn't care about me or anything! He didn't CARE!

Words failed me, and I continued to scream my rage at him with base sounds. I must have been quite the sight--calling out and flailing around, kicking at the ground and nearly falling over from the effort as the sun crept up over the city.

Finally, my body had taken all it could, and I found myself on the ground, staring out at the road, with one hand over my knees and the other balled up at my side, hitting the sandy road lightly every few seconds. Someone across the street came to their door to see what had caused all the noise, but I didn't move. I saw her watching me for a second, out of the corner of my eye, before going back in her house and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sat like that, my back to the cement wall separating the beach from the main road. It was only on the eastern side of town; the tourists preferred their views unfettered. My clothes were covered in sand. What would Asaph think? I couldn't face him looking like this, he'd be horrified. But I couldn't go back to the house either, that was simply out of the question. So I remained there for a while, sitting by the side of the road in a little ball.

A car stopped near me eventually, but I hardly noticed it until the door opened and a man stepped out. "Jiri? Young master Jirarudan, what are you doing out here?"

When I realized that he was talking to me, I looked up hazily and immediately regretted it. "Asaph..."

He knelt down to me. "What happened? You look--"

I raised my hand, wincing to keep tears at bay. I wasn't about to cry like a child in front of him. "We should go," I muttered, most undignified, as I pulled myself to my feet and brushed some of the sand off. His hand joined mine, dusting off the side of my pants. He looked up at me, concern evident in his expression, and looked as though he wanted to say something.

Finally, as he stood, he did. "You'll want to get washed up when we get there," he said softly, patting me lightly on the back and ushering me towards the car. His chauffeur, a grey-haired man with a black cap, smiled kindly at me from the front seat.

But before I could take my seat in the rear, someone began speaking. "Is that your kid?"

Asaph and I looked up. The woman who had investigated my outburst earlier was standing in her doorway. "I look after him, yes," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

She spoke to him, but kept her eyes on me, something that made me extremely uncomfortable. "He was out here screamin' and carryin' on about something about half an hour ago. Woke up the whole house."

He glanced down at me for a second. "I see. Well, I apologize. I will speak with him. Thank you for telling me." And with a hand to my shoulder, he nudged me into the car.

[buttonsandstars]

Yay! *squee*

I'm loving the new chapter, as usual! You always seem to exceed my expectations. Not that my expectations are picky or anything or that I set a level for the fic, but hey. You know what I mean. XP
But viewing Jiri's anger is really something that I enjoy seeing. Just reading about all of his emotions and viewing things from his POV really puts the reader in his head. I guess you could say it gives us a better depiction of his motives and insanity.

As I've said before in various other places, this fic is really, really awesome. And saying that doesn't give it justice. Seriously. I'm so glad you've stuck through with this and that you plan to continue with it. But as I've said before, I'm gonna burst into tears when it ends. But I still look forward to being a part of it as it progresses.

Needless to say, good work so far! I look forward to seeing more of it. :]

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Aww shucks.

Good to see you're finally here, btw.

Yeah, I'll totally cry my eyes out when it's finished. I already know the last line, too.

[betagold]

I like it. Simplest review ever. Keep writing and you can be sure that this fan will keep reading!

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Ooh sweet. Thanks, I intend to.

[shedinjask]

The last line is the easiest. It has to be something perfect, and it is when you have time to think about it. (damn stairways and their spirits)

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Stairway spirits? You've been listening to Lost Like This? Yes, I realize you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.

And yes. The last line is perfect. I can't wait until I can use it...but of course that would mean it would be *over*...

[Blackjack Palazzo]

Finally talked into posting Ob15 as-is. It, like 14, was going to be longer, but I decided to break it up into more parts. This is going to be one hell of a day for Jiri. Now, to decide if I should have another "dream" part like chapter 4 was.




We drove on for a while, coming to the main stretch of the city before he said anything. I was afraid that he was going to ask me things I was not ready to discuss, but he simply asked the driver to turn on the radio. The man turned a dial and light classical from a Viridian station filled the air.

The inside of the car was surprisingly modern given the older appearance of the exterior. It had been retrofitted with amenities that the manufacturer could never have imagined. I toyed with one of them, the switch to the windows, for a moment before settling on lowering mine about an inch. The wind in my hair felt like calming fingers, and I relaxed into the back of the seat.

Finally we crossed the bridge marking the Seafoam city limits and entered the surrounding farmland. There were small hamlets dotting the area from here to Viridian, but mostly disconnected houses marked the land.

Asaph's was a reasonable distance from the coast, in an area populated by businesspeople from the cities wishing to live out of the way. The factory got a fair amount of business from such people, since they could afford father's services and would seek means to reach their respective work destinations quickly. His mansion was atop a hill, nestled in a wooded area that sprung up around the building. It was a peaceful looking place, but I scarcely noticed, still consumed with my thoughts.

The car rolled to a stop at the end of the driveway, but it took until the driver opened my door for me to notice. "We're here," he said, but Asaph moved next to him.

"I'll handle it, Igasho," and the man stood down. Asaph put his hand on my shoulder. "We've arrived, Jiri. I want to know what you think of my home."

With fingers like lead, I fumbled with the latch of the seat belt until it released, and took his offered hand as he helped me out of the car. And that was when I finally looked at the structure that loomed over us. It looked more like a palace than an estate, as though it had been brought here from some distant time and place. Each corner bore towers dotted with windows, and the entryway led out to a veranda with the roof held aloft by caryatids. Above was a balcony with a door mirroring the one below it. The whole of it was constructed from rugged stone, making it look as though it had been there for centuries rather than the few years in truth.

Asaph bowed to me, extending an arm towards the building. "Welcome to my humble home, young master Jirarudan," he greeted. "After you."

As I walked through the ornate doorway carved in with an A, Igasho doffed his cap to me, and it was as though I was entering another world. I suppose it looked basically similar to the mansion where I had met Veronica, but being there for me and not for an event brought out the hugeness of the moment. The entrance led to a long hallway, with inlaid marble floors below and long arches above. Further in, there was a stairway to the second story, draped with carpeting in a deep muted red. More immediately, sculptures on pedestals lined the hall, and both looked ancient.

"Do you like it, Jiri?" Asaph asked from behind me.

I turned away from the wonders to face him. "I do! It's beautiful..." But even the beauty of this place was not enough to deliver me from my father's words.

He frowned. "But?"

My temporary reverie broken, I looked at the floor. "I heard my father say something heartless."

"And that's why you were so out of sorts?" I nodded, and he put his hand on my shoulder. My own came up to rest on his. "I'm sorry. Can you tell me what he said?"

"No, I'm afraid not..." I had to hold back a yawn as I spoke.

"Oh, you're all worn out!" he exclaimed. "Would you like to rest a while?"

I thought about it. I did feel exhausted, both mentally and physically, but I would be taking advantage of his hospitality, wouldn't I? In the end, I decided to take him up on it. "If you think that would be all right," I muttered.

"Speak up, Jiri," he said, starting to lead me down the hall. "Gentlemen don't mumble."

"No...I suppose they don't." I wasn't a gentleman yet, but my voice was slightly stronger anyway.

He lead me up the stairs and down another elegant hallway, his leather shoes making a steady beat as he walked. "The guest room is being cleaned. There was an unfortunate incident with one of my servants and a bottle of wood polish, so the room is uninhabitable."

Under ordinary circumstances, I would have laughed, but in my current funk I could only manage a noncommittal noise.

"Anyway," he continued, opening another carved wooden door, "you'll have to rest up in my room. I hope it--oh yes, good, they arranged it nicely. Sometimes they don't get to it until nearly lunch."

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