Protectors

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Author POV

Jimin hadn't said a word to Ha-kun since he arrived. The police man had been nothing but polite, Jimin always answered the yes and no questions but never spoke further on it.

His voice was reservered for his family and his family alone. All of which were missing, he wanted to cuddle into Rin's mane as he usually did when he felt anxious or sad. Wanted to feel his fathers safe arms around him in a tight hug.

"Are you hungry?" Ha-kun had opened the door to his room and he had barely noticed.

He shook his head, but he knew the kind man would bring him food either way. He had a reluctance to eat, the food felt heavy and sickening in his stomach. But he ate regardless, finishing the plate or bowl of food Ha-kun provided leaving it outside the door.

It was both a relief and concern to Ha-kun, the boy had become ghost like. Like all of his previous character had been extracted from his body and only a outer shell remained, but even that was beginning to crack around the edges.

Ha-kun had volunteered to take Jimin for a reason, it was a good one too.

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When the first wave of the sickness hit, he hadn't been around. Not yet born but everyone knew the story, the sickness came and people began dropping like flies. No cure was found. It was a mystery everyone wanted to solve but didn't have the correct puzzle pieces to do so.

He was the 4th generation into the sickness, when the world had already discovered the bond of the Protectors and humans.

Ha-kun could remember the way his father abused his control over his shifter. Making him do stuff that he was too lazy to do himself. Watching the shifter give his life away to protect a greedy selfish man like a slave for his entire life. It had been jarring and had set off a deep hatred for the human race and their abuse over the shifter's lives.

So he had joined a small rebellion group, he had wanted to make a change. He did the behind the scenes stuff, he had always been good with computers. It was how he was never picked up by the police.

And that was how he got into the police force, being able to feed information straight out into the rebellion. It was dangerous but rewarding seeing the difference it was making.

They had bust out a group of shifters a couple of months ago. He remembers Jaymin calling to say he was sheltering 6 of them, one a previous escapie.

Jaymin had become a life long friend for him when they had met in the rebellion group, with Jaymin working inside the government to discover a cure to the sickness, he did it at the rebellion as well. He worked none stop till he found his wife.

Trista was a beautiful woman with a hawk protector, her parent had bought her as a gift on her 18th birthday. The hawk had looked so depressed and after talking thoroughly they had agreed to bond, one to get the hawk away from the camp and to keep Trista alive.

The hawk, Melsha, was soon adopted straight into the rebellion. With a cunning hunters mind she was a perfect addition.

It had been on a raid of a camp she fell, the workers had gunned down Melsha, the hawk falling to the ground in a lifeless heap.

As Trista had gasped for breath, the bond snapping between human and protector the workers had shot her with a dart they later discovered to be a highly concentrated doze of the sickness.

She became weak and unable to move mere hours after the bullet, it had entered her blood stream, with nothing to cure her they knew she wouldn't make it to the next day.

All she had asked for was privacy, to hold her boy and be with her husband. They had granted her all those things, a sign of respect for her sacrifice.

She had clutched Jimin closely, pressing kissed to his head and hair till her fingers and lips became paralyzed and numb.

"Look after them Rin, protect them. Jaymin my love, I will love you always, look after our son"

A few minutes later she was gone. They had buried her with Melsha, best friends who parted life together, the bond between them strong.

Jaymin had become a less active member of the rebellion group. He still did side work but he needed to keep himself alive, to look after and protect his and Trista's son.

Ha-kun understood that, the only reason why he was able to adopt Jimin so fast was that he was the boy's Godfather. They had pushed it through quickly after that.

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He collected the empty bowl from outside the door as he had done for the past 2 weeks now.

He felt alittle disheartened by the boy's silence but he understood the need and want to be quiet he had experienced the same with his own father. But for entirely different reasons.

He would just try tomorrow, and if not tomorrow then the day after, until he finally got the boy to feel comfortable with him.

He sat down at his desk in his study to do some over time work. The email loomed over him, being in the work force had a requirement to get a shifter. But you had to complete 5 years of work before they gave you a shifter, if you stayed that long they paid for the shifter for you, instead of out of your own expenses.

Ha-kun was conflicted. Before he had gotten Jimin, his answer had been a firm no, but now as the boy's full time guardian he needed to make sure he was protected from the sickness.

He opened the email, and wrote a quick email back, confirming his inquiry into getting a shifter.

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So do you remember quite a few chapters back when Jaymin was on the phone and the person was saying they were hitting the camp that night. It was Ha-kun, so he was here before you realised it.

So I decided to write angst, plus it was important that you understood Ha-kun and his motives.

Anyway I hope you liked the chapter

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Winter