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The Nijiku clan and the Hellguard Academy had a secret.
One that neither member ever revealed and always kept it hidden, only talking about it with others that know about it.
Five years ago, the day before the students of Hell Academy chose their weapons, the youngest son of the Nijiku clan disappeared completely from the face of the Ground.
There was no trace left from him, he erased any type of clues that might indicate where he might have run to but the only thing the group knew was that he took an old stick from the academy’s weapon room.
No one could be sure why he decided to take the stick with him, maybe it was to cast an illusion about finding him if anyone saw a young man with a with a stick or maybe it was because it was the one weapon no one cared that would be taken as it probably should have been destroyed and not offered as a possible weapon for the students.
Nijiku Zanka had simply evaporated and no matter the time and resources used to find him in the first months after his disappearance, he was never found.
No one had no idea if he was alive or dead…until that day.
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Many things had changed since he left.
He was no longer the same person, he grew up and learnt how different the world was compared to the place he was born and raised in.
Through the years since he left, he learned things he would have never been taught by his family and/or teachers.
Surviving became something instinctual for him and he found no pleasure or fun in the things around him.
The only thing he loved was his jinki, Lovely Assistaff.
And it stayed like that until he watched Jabber Wonger fight.
An obsession had been born that day.
Jabber Wonger unknowingly gained a fan, more like a stalker, who would do anything to see him and…own him.
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It was by accident that Zanka saw Jabber fight.
Zanka had been simply trying to find a place to sleep at night when he heard the sound of fighting.
Usually he ignored it but as the city nearby was visited by Hellguards from time to time, Zanka wanted to verify that it wasn’t one of them fighting since he did not want to have to travel all night for another city to find a place to rest that wouldn’t be invaded by Hellguards.
He was surprised to find a tanned boy fighting with a creepy looking man.
But he got enchanted by the way the tanned boy fought, it was certainly crazy but there was something eye-catching about it.
It also helped that the boy himself was one of the most beautiful people Zanka had ever seen.
So, he got obsessed with the boy that day.
He looked for information about the boy, who he found out was called Jabber Wonger, and after getting all the information he could find…Zanka decided to start following to find out more about his obsession.
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Javier Luís Santos-Wonger, mostly known as Jabber Wonger.
Son of Richard ‘Ricky’ Wonger and Luísa Santos-Wonger.
Became an orphan at eight when he watched his parents be killed over some spoiled food as they lived in the poorest parts of one of the towns closest to the No-Man Land.
That same day, Jabber grabbed the rings both his parents always wear in their hands(Ricky on the left and Luísa on the right) and ran away from the small ‘house’ he lived in with his parents.
He woke up his jinki, Mankira, at nine years old after living in the No-Man Land for a few months and encountering a trash beast he killed to protect himself.
His mother used to be a type of scientist and due to the fumes of what she created, Jabber was immune to a few things and wasn’t as affected by the air in the No-Man Land.
Jabber became obsessed with fighting strong people and grew a love for pain after getting beat up by someone strong at fifteen.
And at sixteen he joined the Raiders believing they would be entertaining enough and he would get many chances to fight strong people.
He had fought members of the Cleaners twice, having gotten shot by one of the Cleaners in the last time he fought them.
In just a few days, Zanka was able to gather all this information about his lovely obsession…but it wasn’t enough, he needed to know every little thing about Jabber, even what disgusts and excites him.
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Jabber didn’t care about anything except Mankira and satisfying his own wants and that was fine for him and those from the Raiders.
But…since a few months ago, not long after Jabber’s first fight with the Cleaners, he found himself constantly seeing the same person in every place he went or feeling watched when in the Raider HQ or his house.
The person used a long dark blue cape to hide themselves but a few of their dirty blonde and black hair could be seen as it escaped the cape’s hood with how long it was and probably wasn’t tied.
The second Jabber looked away after he saw the person, they seemed to evaporate as when Jabber looked back the person was no longer there.
But he always felt watched, even when he was supposedly alone.
Normal people would be scared or even angry that this was happening but Jabber? He was not normal so he felt excited about having a stalker who was so interested in him that they followed him everywhere and were able to hide their presence from everyone.
Unfortunately, he wasn't successful in finding out the identity of his little stalker but Jabber was sure that sooner or later his stalker would approach him.
Because, where is the fun in only watching when they could fight?
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Zanka found Jabber adorable.
Seeing him try to catch him or find his identity was one of the cutest things Zanka had ever seen since he found a kitten when he was a kid.
Now that he thinks about it…Jabber kinda reminds him of a cat especially with how Mankira when activated look like claws.
Kitten…should that be Zanka’s nickname for Jabber? He had been looking for one but he also liked calling him his obsession, his treasure…there were so many nicknames that would fit Jabber that Zanka couldn’t simply choose only one.
But anyways, seeing how Jabber did seem to enjoy having a stalker, Zanka decided to upgrade things a bit.
Zanka started leaving little gifts behind for Jabber, most were related to poisons and such but sometimes Zanka gifted Jabber clothes or jewelry that he knew for sure would look wonderful on Jabber.
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Jabber couldn’t help himself from squealing once he arrived at his house and found a new present waiting for him.
Mankira…Jabber never had been this excited for something that weren’t fights or when he was a normal kid when his parents were still alive.
But this little stalker was able to feel him full of excitement every time he catches sight of him, feels observed and especially when he gives him a gift.
Of course Jabber had been both confused and surprised when the first gift appeared in his room but it didn’t take long for Jabber to realize that it was his stalker who left that gift behind.
And each of the gifts his stalker left him were carefully chosen taking in mind Jabber’s taste or what would look good on him…and Jabber’s stalker has yet to be wrong about the chosen gifts.
Surprisingly his favorite gift until now were the beautiful dark pink tassel earrings that had a golden ring decorated with small sapphire securing the threads.
And it was the only gift Jabber never used outside…it was personal, Jabber didn’t know why but wearing the earrings outside without his stalker actually being at his side instead of stalking him felt wrong so he only wore them at home while using any other things gifted to him without any problem.
“Now…let’s see what you brought me this time” jabber hums as he quickly opens his gift and once he sees what is inside it, Jabber jumps around giggling “Perfect…my stalker is so perfect” Jabber mumbles between giggles as he finally stops jumping around to take a vase full of poisonous plants out of the gift box “Can’t wait to meet you one day” he whispers as his eyes shine thinking of the poisons he could create using these plants and using said poisons on his stalker
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Zanka hummed happily as he spied on his obsession who was giggling happily over the last gift he had given him.
He was happy that his gifts were all very cherished even if the ones he had asked to be made precisely for Jabber weren’t used anywhere but in Jabber’s house but he could do nothing about it.
Now, Zanka had to prepare for the following gifts to be given despite him having to leave his obsession for a bit.
Somehow his fucking siblings had caught wind of how Zanka hides himself in public places and said places he frequents so he has to deal with the Hellguards and find a new disguise for himself.
Lovely…his family and the Hellguards only give him problems.
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Jabber was annoyed.
Since the time he received those plants, Jabber stopped feeling watched or seeing his stalker despite still receiving gifts every week.
It left him wondering if his stalker no longer found him interesting enough to keep observing him…Jabber did not like to think about that, it gave him a strange feeling he hated.
And jabber did not want to think that something happened to his stalker which he doubts as otherwise the gifts would have stopped coming.
‘Ugh! I hate this’ Jabber pouts as he glares at his hands as he cleans Mankira ‘After this job Zodyl warned us about, I will look for my stalker…he can’t simply leave me’ he promises himself before going back to getting ready for his next job
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Zanka was never as violent as his siblings and family in fights, he preferred to be tactical instead of drawing as much blood as he could or bruising someone completely black and white.
But he had always been obsessive, possessive and protective.
So watching that blonde and dark blue haired bastard attack his obsession to kill him(and others but Zanka did not care about them even if his own siblings and old friends were also part of it), it made Zanka decide to take action.
If entertainment was what that bastard wanted, then Zanka would give him the entertainment of his life and by that Zanka means that if he has to die he would take the bastard down with him for daring to touch what belongs to him.
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Goka and Kyoka observed the fight occurring in front of them in disbelief and shock.
They had looked for their baby brother everywhere and for years but never found him…only for him to appear now.
After the masochist raider had been thrown against the elder raider and a building, Zanka had suddenly appeared and attacked Tamsy.
While everyone else was having trouble or found themselves easily defeated by the ex-cleaner, Zanka was matching him…like equal to equal without any sign of trouble or tiredness.
It almost looked like a dance…a deadly one as it was easy to see that Zanka was going for the kill while Tamsy had shown he had no problem killing anyone even those he was friends with.
They had never seen their brother fight like this…well, they almost didn’t recognize Zanka if it hadn’t been for the Nijiku brows and how much his face looks like Kyoka’s.
The Nijikus were considered monsters for how they matched those with jinkis but Zanka? He was a whole new monster seeing that he was both a Nijiku and a giver.
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Jabber could not take his eyes off the scene in front of him.
He recognized his stalker the moment he saw the blue cape fly away as his stalker attacked Tamsy Caines before the girl from the cleaners with a gun could do it.
He was mesmerized by the sight he was seeing, his stalker was extremely pretty and an amazing fighter…Jabber couldn’t wait for this to end so he could have his chance to fight his stalker and discover his name.
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Two months had passed since the fight against Tamsy Caines and the fall of the Sphere.
Those two events lead to many changes in the Ground and the three groups involved in the fight.
Hellguards had their training upped and many were forced to go back to the academy for how weak they had shown to be in the fight besides keeping a better eye on the things that were happening.
Cleaners were given a vacation to rest and mourn those lost in the fight like Delmon but were also made an independent organization from the Hellguards and given total control over dealing with trash beasts and other gives even if they had to be trained in how to fight other people since most were used to simply fighting trash beasts.
And finally the Raiders were disbanded as Zodyl obtained what he wanted and there was no reason for them to keep existing as a group, each of them went on their own path and if they ever met again in the future it would be due to chance and nothing more.
What about the ‘mysterious’ fighter that held Tamsy down until Rudo and the other Watchman Series users could deal with him and everything else? He simply disappeared when no one was looking and they had no way to find him since he could simply hide his face which would make it difficult to find him…so they chose to let it be and hoped that the mysterious fight had not gotten hurt and was in a safe place when the Sphere fell down.
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Jabber hummed as he made his way to his house.
He had no idea what he would do from now on, he had joined the Raiders to entertain himself and find strong people to fight easier but now he didn’t know what to do to find those things.
Of course he hoped to find his stalker but he had no clues to where his pretty stalker could be and if he would even go back to stalking Jabber as he had not felt watched since the end of the fight.
‘I really hope he hasn’t just left’ Jabber thinks as he opens the door to his house only to be surprised by the person sitting on his couch
His pretty stalker with his waist length black and blonde hair in a high ponytail, enchanting navy blue eyes, pale skin, sleeveless tight black turtle neck and grey baggy pants.
“Hm, did ya think I would leave ya, kiken na kodawari(my deadly obsession)?” his stalker asks as he gets up walking towards Jabber “Because I don’t leave what is mine” he adds and Jabber can’t stop the feeling he feels rising up inside him
“How could I know when you simply disappeared, mi lindo acosador(my pretty stalker)?” Jabber says as he simply watches his stalker
“I just have to prove to ya that I won’t just leave ya, won’t I?” his stalker says and Jabber has to control himself to not giggle happily at the look in his stalker’s eyes that make him feel hot all over
“Can I at least have mi acosador’s name?” Jabber asks
“But do ya deserver it?” his stalker teases “Maybe it can be ya gift for this week” he adds before Jabber could say anything “If ya need to really know ma name, it is Zanka” he finally reveals and Jabber can only find himself even more deep into this at seeing how his stalker, his Zanka, is so perfect
“Zanka…my Zanka” Jabber tastes saying his stalker’s name and he finds himself liking it
“Do ya like ma name, koneko(kitten)?” Zanka asks as he finally is in front of Jabber, almost touching him but there are still a few centimeters of distance between them “I wonder what other ways ya will say ma name, taisetsu na hito(my treasure)?” he says but before Jabber could once again say anything, he finds his mouth occupied by Zanka’s mouth
Well, he had time to ask his stalker about everything he was curious about and for a fight…for now he would enjoy this.