“So when do you think he’s going to get up?”

“I don’t know, maybe we should wake him up?”

“I don’t think we should do that.”

“Why?”

“My master gave me a list of thing’s of what not to do.”

“Yeah so?”

“Waking him up is the second thing on that list.”

“What’s the first?”

“Touching his beard.”

The second voice Jack heard was smooth and elegant, the first voiced seemed to just piss him off. Jack didn’t know why he was hearing voices in his bedroom but he didn’t like it. He had a long day yesterday meeting his first disciple. After his spar with her he quickly found out when he got back to the Spade that Snowflake got into a fight with some asshole brat and his friend and that it ended with them breaking a table. From what Jack heard Snowflake almost lost an arm over it. Jack didn’t really hear the whole story, as he was far to focused on the damage. Even though Snowflake said he would pay for the table it still pissed him off that some stupid punk would do this type of shit, kids these day’s.

“Well I would really like to talk to him,” whoever is talking. “We’ve been watching him sleep for like an hour now. I’ve already raided his fridge so there’s not much to do now.”

“I really do hope i’m just crazy cuzz if there are really two people in my room right now there will be some serious problems that I will fix by force.” Jack slowly sat up looking up to the two kids, one sitting on his desk and the other in his chair. Jack with his sleepy mind and without his enchanted weight on he unconsciously started to force his magic pressure onto them.

The two kids fell to their hands and knees unable to lift themselves up from Jack’s power. They reached behind into their back pockets and both tossed Jack a piece of paper with the Eclipse symbol on them. Jack rubbed his face as he got control of his power letting the two kids stand. The boy that was on the floor closes to the desk had blue eyes and black hair, his body visibly toned and quite lean , he had clearly gone under some form of formal training. He wore a white sleeveless vest with black pants and shoes with two blades strapped to his hip. But what made this boy truly interesting was that he was missing his right arm.

His friend was standing next to him, he had long brown hair that went past his shoulders tied in a ponytail. The boy’s eye’s were a very light shade of green close to that of a pear. Out of the two so far Jack liked this kid the most do to the fact of how he dressed,he wore a flawless
Navy blue suit. It was something of true beauty, he knew he’s seen this craftsmanship before but were he couldn’t place. Infact this boy just seem familiar in general, but why?

Jack looked over at his clock to see that it was one in the morning. Jack quickly shot the two kids a stare that froze them in there tracks. “Do you have any idea, how Goddamn late it is!?” Jack’s voiced seemed to shake the room and the two kids to the very core. The brown haired kid gathered enough courage to opened his mouth to speak only for Jack to interrupted him. “To Goddamn late for this shit!” Jack stood up out of his bed he had nothing on other then his blue striped boxers. This of course revealed his heavily scarred body. The kids looked him over in horror and awe of Jacks scars. He walked over to his dresser to grab some pajama bottoms and a white undershirt. As Jack was grabbing his things he looked over to the kids.

Jack noticed that Ponytail was focused on a scar just below Jacks tattoo, three band like scar’s deeply ingrained in his arm.

“Do either of you know what a scar means?”

The boy’s were caught off guard by the question. They looked to the other for the answer but only got a blank response. Until the boy with the missing arm seemed to recall something.

“The meaning of a scar is to remind the person who got it that they were not good enough at the time and need to get better.” Jack snapped his head to look at the kid making him break out in a cold sweet. The boy was relieved of this feeling when Jack started to laugh. When Jack stopped laughing he looked at the kid with a smile that would make the devil jeloush.

“You know Club, don’t you?”

The boy nodded his head in agreement. “He was my master before he and Celestia told me to come and train with you for the time being. He was teaching me how to be a swordsman.” Jack put his hand on the boys shoulder as he laughed once more this time with far more gusto.

“I’ll tell you this much boy, I never liked the meaning that Club gave to scar’s. You can take this to the bank kid because in my eye’s a scar mean that you were stronger than what ever tried to kill you.”

Jack smiled as he made his way down stairs past the boys. “Now let's go talk down at the bar.”

Jack got behind the bar as he grabbed out three glasses and a strange bottle filled with a clear glowing liquid. He poured each of them a glass. The boys were hesitant to pick up the glass of, whatever it was. Lucky for them Jack was the first to take a drink. The Boys soon followed suit to quickly find the drink was, unsettling.

One arm ran to a trash can near by and quickly expunged the foul liquid as well as any food . As for ponytail struggled with all his might just to swallow back down what was fighting to come back up. Jack smiled at the boys as he slowly spat out his drink that he held in his mouth into his cup with a decepted grin. “Well it’s nice to know that batch is a fail. It was probably the Ursa Minor fur, that shit ain't good for nothing other than armor and keeping you warm.” Jack grabbed the bottle and looked it over. “I hate to waste it but if I drink it my stomach may kill me.” Jack just shrugged it off and slid the bottle over to his left as he looked at the two kids trying not to die. Jack laughed at his soon to be students pain. “So now that we got the awkward atmosphere out of the way, what are you two names?”

One arm raised his head from the trash and with a exhausted gasp spoke. “ Sensō.”

Ponytail slowly sat up from clutching his stomach and followed suit of Sensō. “Cordone.”

Jack looked at Cordone his mind finely clicking the piece why Celestia sent him, why he was so familiar. Jack reached over to the bottle containing the white liquid and threw it at Cordone. Cordone didn’t even flinch as the bottle froze in the air inches from his face. The bottle quickly fell into three equal pieces, the white drink falling to the floor. Jack began to laugh the smile on his face going from ear to ear.

“How did you know that I would stop it? Did Celestia tell you who I am?” Sensō looked up from the trash wondering what happened only to see that not even he could cut the tension in the air.

Jack covered his mouth trying to stop the laughter. Cordone and Jack eyes met what Cordone saw in Jack's eyes made him take a step back. In Jack’s steely gaze he wasn’t sure what he saw but it he didn’t like it. “Your Heart Chord’s son.” Jack made his way out from behind the bar as he continued his conversation with him.

“I knew I recognized you from the moment I saw you. You're the spitting image of your father from you hair to your power.” At this point Jack was squared up with Cordone standing a whole head above him. “How old were you?”

Cordone eye’s widened at the question. Celestia told him that Jack knew his father but how much?

“Ten, I was ten when he died. Nobody ever told me how he died, not even my own family, my siblings, mother, nobody. But maybe you will, so tell me King of Beast, how did your musician die?”

When asked this question Jack froze, he didn’t want to remember, he tried for five years to forget. He started back to his room as he looked back at the kids. “That's a story for another time Cordone but as for Sensō, I’ll let the punishment to your stomach be payment for destroying my table but you're on thin ice.”

Sensō looked away from his trash can and up at Jack. “How did you know it was me who destroy the table?”

“You're the only person with a sword here for miles. It’s not hard to connect the dots. Like I said, I’ll let it slide so no more stupid stuff, understand? Of Course unless you want to test out more drinks?” They couldn’t see it but the two boys knew that Jack had a smile on his face that would scare the scales off a dragon. The boys left as they heard Jack's door click shut.

Jack sat on his bed his hands rubbing the tears out of his eye’s. Jack looked at his hands remembering the blood that stained them. Jack raised his hand up rubbed the band scars below his shoulder . The only scars he never could stomach to look at. He felt the groove’s of the scar’s three lines, he remembered in such clear detail, the memory of the pain was still fresh in his mind. Jack smiled as a image of Celestia shot through his mind. “You're playing a dangerous game sun bitch. Let's see who wins.”

Author's Note

Hello everybody i hope you enjoyed this Chapter and the new characters, they were given to me by a couple of friends of mine who will remain unknown mainly because they don't have account on Fim. Also i can't give you a date on the next chapter because right I am trying to focus on sport and put a little more time into it so i can go to state and place this time. But that doesn't mean i will stop it just mean it will take a little more time. ( Not saying it take's doesn't take a lot of time as it stand.)