Meet the trio as humans and an annoying little boy who no one seems to like.
Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2
The Long household is always quiet and peaceful about this hour, but today is not one of those days.
“Hey Zakkary! Come on man get up. We were supposed to be at Kiyoshi's an hour ago.” Zamar shouted at his brother. Zakkary and Zamar were your typical twin brothers…well typical enough for two reincarnated spirits with almost no memory of their past.
“And I was up. An hour ago. You weren't ready.” Zakkary responded sleepily, turning over on the couch. Zamar folded his arms and shook his head. “It's not healthy for you to sleep in bro.” he said, trying to convince his twin to move. No such luck.
From the kitchen their older brother, who was visiting with his parents, heard the two and decided to intervene before they really started to fight. It was simple really; all he had to do was knock Zakkary off the couch. His younger sibling didn't appreciate the rude awakening, but Kenshin didn't care.
“Thanks. Come on Zakkary lets go.” Zamar said, dragging his brother to the front door. Leaning against the outside wall was a skateboard and from a small, hidden space Zakkary pulled out a pair of rollerblades. In seconds they were racing down the road and towards town. They stayed side by side most of the time, but occasionally had to separate to dodge cars and other people.
Kiyoshi's shop/home was located in a good part of the city, but the quickest way there was past the Twin Tower's. It had been twelve years since the towers had been bombed and whenever they rode past it they'd see the small stone memorial, honoring those who had died on that day. For some odd reason the place was familiar, but they couldn't quiet remember why.
They were passing the rebuilt towers when someone jumped out and blocked their path. Zakkary came about a foot away from running the kid over and Zamar had had to swerve to avoid a head on collision. “Hey! Watch were you're going kid!” Zamar shouted, kicking up his skateboard and catching it.
“Who you calling a kid and maybe you guys should watch where you're going. At that speed I'm surprised you can control those things.” The boy shouted back, pointing at Zamar's skateboard.
Zakkary noticed that the kid was wearing a pair of snap-on skates before looking up at his face. The boy had green eyes and his burgundy colored hair seemed gravity deifying with the way it was styled. Then again he couldn't comment on that because his spiked hair stuck out in all sorts of directions. Zamar was glaring at the kid and was about to reply with a snappy comeback, but an older man, maybe 24, stepped out and put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Both the older guy and the kid looked almost identical, not counting the age difference. “Are you two causing trouble for my little brother?” he guy demanded more then asked. Zakkary smiled evilly, the guy was trying to intimidate them. Of all the stupid things someone could do to them it was trying intimidation. Just because someone was bigger or older didn't mean they had power over seemingly weaker, smaller beings and Zakkary always enjoyed teaching this lesson to any unsuspecting low life that got in his way.
Zamar unfortunately responded first. “No! It's your brother that's causing the trouble. Shooting his mouth off and blocking our path. If you're his older brother then why don't you try keeping a better eye on him so he doesn't get hurt.” Zamar said, taking off on his skateboard with Zakkary right behind him.
The older man watched them go before turning to his little brother and sighing. “I wish you'd stop doing this Jiro. One of these days you're gonna make someone more dangerous then them mad and I won't be here to watch out for you.”
“But Shute! I didn't do anything wrong. They're the ones that who were causing trouble. Honest.” Jiro pleaded to his brother, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble for running off again. Shute just sighed again and walked back towards the construction site around the towers, his brother rolling along with him. It was kind of weird how his younger brother looked and acted almost exactly like him when he was that age, but the problem was that he had both good and bad traits.
Shute pictured the two other boys in his mind. They'd both looked pretty strange and yet he felt like he'd seen them somewhere before. The kid with red hair had been wearing black pants with a dark red shirt and a black vest. The blue haired kid had black pants as well, a dark blue shirt and a black vest. They both looked like interesting characters, but definitely not people he'd seen before. To Shute they were dressed like they belonged to some kind of gang or organization.
He glanced over at a group of zako soldiers looking over a set of plans for the finished tower. One of them had a commander's antenna and was red. He'd been found by the clean-up crew and reactivated, but the little guy seemed to keep to himself. It was almost like he was asleep yet awake enough still to help out. He was strange, but they'd accepted him all the same.
“Hey Shute,” Jiro said suddenly. “Why do we allow the Dark Axis to live with us? I mean they tried to destroy us. Not to mention Lacroa and Ark.”
“They've changed Jiro. Now we live in peace with them. Besides the only followers left by the time they settled in were the zako soldiers anyway. All the commanders and generals were or were soon to be destroyed.” Shute answered.
“So you're saying that the three generals that died when the towers were bombed, you guys were gonna get ride of them anyway?” Jiro asked. Shute hesitated for a moment. Should he really tell Jiro the truth? What if someone overhears him? “Yes Jiro. They were going to be shut down and destroyed after Zeong had been taken care of.” Shute said as quietly as he could.
Jiro regarded his older brother's discomfort, but pushed it out of his mind and moved over in front of the stone monument.
This is to honor all those who lost their lives in the 9/11 bombing. We pry that those who loved them will remember them all and that they will find happiness in their next life:
Jiro traced his finger along the list of names, seeing if there was anyone he knew. As he went further down he noticed three names that he'd heard his brother talking about with their father one day and read them to himself. “Zapper Zaku, Grappler Gouf and Destroyer Dom. So it's true; they really did all die here along with that commander of theirs. Guess birds of a feather really do always stick together, even into the waiting hands of death.”