Brother? (Kouen & Daken)

[Gummy]

Daken was still healing from his father's wrath. He had got as much as he had dealt that was for sure. He had ran as best he could out of there and hid in the filth of the slums. Not many bothered him after the first few hours. Those who tried to rob him soon ran from him. He had managed to claim a source of heat and food off someone who tried to go running to the cops. They didn't bother down here.

The fire was burning with the rags he had used to bandage his wounds. He hated doing it as the stench was enough to made his nose itch. Mind you the smell around here wasn't great either which would hopefully give him cover from anyone who wished to track him. The healing had nearly finished, all his bones had knitted together but several were still tender and he was angry. Angry at the world, his father and those who disrupted their games. He punched the wall feeling his bones crunch and fuse back together. He needed to get out. Have air. Breath. Grumble.

So down the bare stares that had seen way to many attacks and out onto the streets looking for something... anything...

[Zeronone]

Kouen was bored of the city already, he had only been here a week and already the place was grating on his nerves. The people sucked, the cops were assholes, and he was pretty much chased away if he went into any nicer areas. Twenty minutes ago, a group of wanna be thugs jumped him and now laid in a bloody heap with broken bones and damaged organs. Idiots need to realize that in this world anyone could be dangerous, even kids. His boots thudded on the ground, the sound of a soda crushing in his hand as he tossed it on the trash strown street. The smell of burning rags mixed with blood hit his nose, causing it to wiggle as the stink hit him.

Another group of bums burning whatever they could? He wasn't sure but he was walking in that direction. Kouen covered his nose as he came to an alley way and looked over. He saw a tall dude with a mohawk punching a wall. His gaze swept over him, not having seen his like before but then again, he only been in this hell hole of a city five days. Oh well, not really his problem. He opened his bag and pulled out a root beer, popping the top and kept walking.

[Gummy]

Daken smelt something over the air and turned to find the source. A boy! He smelt familiar but strange. He moved over to look at him closer. The smell... like his sister but different. Like his father. His eyes widened.

"You!"

He pointed at the kid with a finger and a bone blade. It was more instinct than anything else.

"Your one of us."

Great another one... but this one younger. He held up his hands first palm facing the kid then clenched his fist turning them as his twin bones extended.

"That makes three."

He grunted and lowered his hands, perhaps this kid can be twisted into his way of thinking about their father. Perhaps he will be useful in taking him down the next time. Oh that would be good. Two against their old man. But was this kid a real born kid or another weapon X. He doubted the kid knew.

[Zeronone]

Kouen was halfway down the street when he heard footsteps thudding on the ground, turning his head slightly as the mohawk guy came running around the corner and pointed at him. He noticed the bone claw that came out of his hand. Watching him freaking out about something.

"I don't have any money or drugs, seriously man go to rehab or something."

He turned and started walking again. As he did so, his hand slid the backpack containing his food stash off his back and down to his left hand, clutching the strap and freeing his right hand. His senses were pushed to their max. He kept walking, keeping distance between them but preparing in case the guy did anything. His muscles tensed under his clothes, his breathing slightly changing as he prepared for a possible fight or to run if necessary.

Kouen hadn't gone a single day in this city without getting into a fight, it really was vastly different from the wilderness he enjoyed. At least a wolf would attack you for food and not some weird reason.

[Gummy]

Daken shook his head

"I ain't no druggy or drunk. I'm a mutant like you. Your blood is like mine. I bet you have claws!"

He moved to follow the kid. He wasn't going to start a fight if he didn't have to. This kid could be valuable. He just had to get through to him.

"I don't need rehab."

He was close but not close enough to get hit easily. He scoffed. Thinking that the kid was a weakling but he knew if the kid had the same as him then it wouldn't be far to expect him to be just as able.

"Use your nose!"

He spat the last out and allowed the bone blades to slip back between his knuckles. This kid wasn't worth it. If he didn't want to know then someone will tell him sooner or later.

"You're either born or created from the same man as me."

[Zeronone]

Kouen kept walking, letting the man ramble, but he got closer and Kouen came to a dead stop. The bag dropping to the ground where it landed with a clanking sound. He turned, facing the man. As he asked about the claws, Kouen's right fist closed and three adamantium coated claws slid out, curved and gleaming, reflecting the light off the one lamppost on the street that hadn't been shattered yet. His knees bent slightly.

The man smelled like something alright. Blood, and something. There was an undercurrent of another person's scent that spoke of wild and lack of bathing. He watched him for the micro twitches that told lying, the slight tense in muscle dictating movement before a fight.

"You are talking about that Logan guy. Got nothing to do with the guy or you, not my priority nor care."

He locked eyes with the larger man, his free left hand also sliding out his claws as a warning. Now both claws were out his demeanor changed, his blood began pumping faster and the combat instincts kicking in.

[John Kilroy]

Laura Kinney Howlett AKA: Kid Wolverine had been trying to track Daken for a long while now. IN THEORY, she just wanted to talk. Seriously she just wanted to talk, maybe get him to let go of his hate maybe even get him to join the X-men and they could join forces as brother and sisters...the reality? Yeah, more than likely this whole thing was going to end in a fight of some kind.

He'd give some monologue rant about the world...their dad...probably both, she'd reject him they'd fight. So one way or another, she was going to trackj him down and end this. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop listening out for anything and then she heard.

"You!"

"Your one of us."

"That makes three."

Yep, that was Daken alright.

"I don't have any money or drugs, seriously man go to rehab or something."

Hang on that was new. Was there a third involved?

"I ain't no druggy or drunk. I'm a mutant like you. Your blood is like mine. I bet you have claws!"

"I don't need rehab."

"Use your nose!"

"You're either born or created from the same man as me."

She saw the other person try to walk away from the situation. When it was clear that Daken was not going to leave him alone, that was when the claws came out.

"You are talking about that Logan guy. Got nothing to do with the guy or you, not my priority nor care."

"Oh boy." She thought to herself. "Father who art in heaven. Please guide my words so that I may soften their hearts. If I can't...then please guide my blades so that they might strike true and the innocent may be shielded. Let thy will be done  in the temporal world as it is in Heaven. in the name of the savior, amen." She then let out a whistle. "Oh boys!" She then jumped down and landed on the ground on her feet in the middle of them like a cat. She then brought out her own claws in case either of them tried to lunge at the other. "Before we start gouging each other's eyes out, how about we try to introduce ourselves? Name's Laura."

It really blew that she was the shortest at 5'1 again. she had lost over half a foot. until the time when she fully grew again, she'd have to make do.

[Gummy]

Daken scoffed as the kid said the name, so he did know. Let alone that he also had adamatine bones... why did they always have that! If this kid was going to pick a fight it was going to hurt.

"Yeah, left you as a Bastard too."

Then the whistle came but he didn't look away from the kid, nor did he looked threatened or ready to fight. As Laura landed and her voice was heard.

"Hi little Sis. Good to see you. Just found a little brother. How you keeping? Oh kid, names Daken."

He didn't look at her and kept lose in his stance. If the kid did explode then at least he was going to be ready. His ribs were hurting and that didn't bode well for a fight. He couldn't take it out on a kid especially one who didn't know the history of their beloved uniform. As for Laura, he always had a sweet spot for her. If their father did ANYTHING to her he would seek him back out minus the pretenses and make him pay. The same went for the kid in front of him. That maybe one of the good traits that he got off of Logan... or was that off of his mother.

[Zeronone]

A new smell hit his nose and his head shifted slightly, keeping the man in view while watching the new person drop in, he immediately took a step back to put distance between himself and the new girl. His gaze moving between the two as he considered the best way to take them both down quickly. Should he run? He didn't smell or hear anyone else around so there would be no collateral here if things got bloody. The new girl introduced herself as Luara, good to have a name he guessed. The other guy withdrew his claws and introduced himself.

Kouen slowly slid his claws back in, his demeanor changing back to what it was before his claws came out. Standing straight, he hooked his bag with one foot and tossed it up into his hand. "Kouen." Was all he gave.

He looked between the two, though they didn't look similar he called her sister and him brother. Whatever, family drama wasn't his cup of tea.

"So, what now? This where we decide there can be only one and start slicing?"

[John Kilroy]

"...got kidnapped by a telepath who was hired by Romulus to break me, got turned into an adult. Had to battle a giant frog that spit acid on me and nearly disintegrated me turning me back into a kid, got a potential boyfriend for my troubles sooo... yeah basically Tuesday. How are you doing? Still drinking Romulus's kool-Aid regarding Dad?"

Laura didn't hate Daken but she knew the sort of grunge that he had towards there father and his links he'd go to make Logan hurt. Which was why she made a promise to herself that she'd keep any other siblings away from Daken at least untill she managed to get Daken to see the light.

She then looked over to her other sibling. "No one here is trying to be Highlander... just... family drama. Long story Daken hates our father, I hate Daken's mentor Romulus and it ALL started from the fact that everybody seems to want a piece of our dad.... quite literally."

[Gummy]

Daken laughed at the 'I am the one' quote but it stung a little. Then the laughter stopped dead as soon as Romulus was mentioned. He glared at Laura from the comments then did a double take and frowned while sniffing the air. Yep, definitely her! His voice was edged in poison.

"You shrank! Also I got my piece of the Bast***! Just not a big enough piece. He killed my mother and left me for dead! You think that one little impailment on a metal beam is enough?"

Daken spat onto the floor before turning to the kid.

"If I had my family katana back maybe we could duel for fun!"

That was another sore subject and he was still hurting. He couldn't believe Laura was so short! His mismatch of a family really weren't the tallest in the world.

"Besides, he think's I'm just a clone like anyone else."

The bitterness was even more aparant.

[Zeronone]

Kouen turned his head from one to the other, his arm slipping into his bag and pulling out a root beer. He popped the top with his thumb and took a drink. The glass bottle was shaped suspiciously like a beer bottle which guessing it was the point. Even had a metal cap. After a quick drink of the sweet cloying drink, he pointed the bottle at the girl.

That is a fun year, congratulation on the possible boyfriend. May want to make it official before some other girl comes along and flashes her baby blues at him. Just a thought."

He took another drink, listening her talk about their 'dad' sure why not, good as a term as any though he preferred just calling the guy Logan. "So, basically you, Luara hates a guy that Daken knows and listens too, Daken hates Logan for drama stuff, and Logan has made enemies that you two idiots have decided meant they were your enemies."

He took another drink, seeming almost bored with the whole conversation. As Daken bragged about impaling Logan, Kouen raised a single brow. Finishing his root beer and tossing it aside where it shattered on the ground.

"So, your big brag is you impaled a guy that can heal from any injury onto a metal beam because he did something years ago that pissed you off. Anger management and some therapy will help that."

At the mention of clone Kouen yawned and stretched out his body, the muscles popping. "I'm a clone, some idiots had a beef with him and cloned me to kill him. They aren't around anymore, and I don't really care about the guy. Far as I am concerned, Logan is a gene donor like a sperm bank. Shouldn't let his baggage become yours, I have no interest in the man, his past, present, or future. I thank him for whatever piece they made me from, but I am not living my life wrapped up in a guy who doesn't know I exist. Now, Daken is it? I am not you so won't tell you not to go after him if that is what you want. I will say that revenge is pointless, it doesn't fix anything, and you just end up making things worse for yourself. And sooner or later, that revenge you cling too so tightly is going to get you killed because it has no real meaning. It is something just meant to make you feel better and it won't."

He slid his backpack back onto his shoulder since there wasn't going to be a fight. "But what do i know, just a kid from out of town that living his life, maybe you should try it."

[John Kilroy]

"Technically I'm back to my original size and age...but yeah can't help but miss being an adult. but c’est la vie. I guess I'll have to wait a few more years. And I'm telling you I'm certain Romulus killed your mom. Either he did it himself or he called for the hit. He wants you to get to Wolverine. He tried doing the exact same thing to me. I saw into his mind Daken. He's a predator Daken. a wild beast capable of human speech."

She then turned to Kouen, hearing his comments.

"Yeah I don't think I have to worry about that." She couldn't help but give a small smile and a slight blush. "He knows what he gets to look forward to." she then cleared her throat wanting to break from the subect. "and no my hatred towards Romulus is personal. He tried to break my mind and bend me to his will. The assault caused my healing factor to go out of whack. Outside of that I do mostly live my life. I work in Texas with homeland security, helping them get real scum off the street....if you're a true clone, I think that technically makes you our uncle."

[Gummy]

The kid was almost forgotten as he turned to Laura.

"There were only three people there when my mother died. The Bast*** father of our, Romulus and my mother. Romulus was the one who took me to my family not Bars****!"

He was getting angry and his fists were clenched.

"Romulus was more of a father to me than Bas**** ever was! At least he was there!"

His breathing was getting faster as he turned to Kouen.

"You should have killed him! He is worthless and never cared for any of us."

His breathing was hurting and that just fueled his anger even more.

"He would rather kill us than get to know us. I'm living proof of that!"

He pulled his shirt to one side where bandages were wrapped round his ribs and covered part of his tattoo. He looked to Kouen again, his voice more of a growl.

"Stay clear of him. He doesn't want kids or clones or anyone he hates us and always have!"

[Zeronone]

Kouen leaned against the brick wall of whatever building they were next too. His gaze moving back and forth between them. The girl seemed confident in her relationship which was a good thing. Maybe whoever she has charmed really was smitten with her, honestly he didn't blame the kid. The girl was pretty but knowing they came from the same person was kind of like dating your niece. Being called their uncle made him chuckle, guess technically they were right. He wasn't really a son of Wolverine more of a copy so brother would probably be the best term.

"Sure, uncle works. We will find a store and I will steal you all the Christmas and birthday presents I never got you both. Maybe some allowance too."

It was obvious he was being a teasing smartass, but his smile had become friendly enough. He looked at Daken and shook his head, he hadn't lived the guy's life nor had he ever met this Logan guy. But honestly, he didn't really desire too. They were their own people, and he had no interest in getting mixed up in someone else's life.

As for this Romulus guy, the more Kouen heard about him the less he liked him. He sounded like a manipulator and Daken had obviously drank the Kool Aid. He reached into his bag and pulled out a kit kat pack, opening it he broke the bars into three and kept two for himself. Offering the other two for his... Niece and Nephew.

"No point in killing someone I don't know. Besides, if he doesn't want anything to do with us then just don't have anything to do with him. As for your wounds, you stated you attacked him, if you had attacked me I would have ripped you apart as well. As for this guy you mentioned, are you a hundred percent sure he didn't lie to you? Seriously, the people who raised me lied to me all the time. Kind of what people with an agenda do, I got an idea. Let's drop all this revenge crap, go meet this Logan guy together, all three of us. Sit down, and talk. Find out what really happened, and if he did kill your mother and leave you for dead then I will help you in gutting the son of a bitch. If not, then you know and can move forward."

He looked at Laura and gave a smile. "Though, I guess that means going back on me not wanting to meet the guy. More, I rather not let someone who is I guess family get played like a fiddle. Makes the rest of us look bad."