It's been decades since the Re-Establishment was taken down for good. Everyone grew up, settled down, had a few kids even.
What would happen if Aaron Warner and Juliette Ferrars' no nonsense son fell head over heels for Kenji Kishimoto and Nazeera...
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I have never been more intimidated by Will's family in my life.
We were all stood in the living room, trying to figure out the whole where did our parents gospiel when Delilah said she thought that their grandpa was back.
I have no clue why her grandpa being back was a bad thing, personally.
As soon as she said those few measly words, the whole damn house's energy seemed to flip. Will clenched my hand tighter, almost afraid to let me go. A muscle in Luke's jaw ticked and his eyes seemed to darken at the thought, denial raging through his body. Gracia flinched, though that could've been from the pain she was currently suffering through and Seb let off a long, drawn out sigh. This family confuses me sometimes.
"No way! No f/cking way is he back!" Luke snapped, folding his arms and turning around, shaking his head and muttering under his breath. "No- Del he died! Or better yet, your mother killed him after killing her own mother and father!"
Will scoffed. "Actually, she killed her mother first, get it right. Then she killed her father and him. If you are gonna insult my family, get it right." I snorted, unable to help myself. Seriously, how much do I not know about these guys?
"Oh are you going all factually correct now, Warner, huh? How about we talk about how your dad killed.. more people than I can count on one hand and your mother was locked in an asylum for 260 days."
"It was 264, actually."
"Oh same difference!"
"Nah, it's not." Will finished, Luke flipping him off and shooting me - me who didn't do anything - a death glare. I turned back to Del, who was a shade paler, fidgeting with the sleeve of her rose-pink jumper, looking everywhere but anyone's eyes. She had dropped a bombshell of whoever the hell their grandfather was and then shut her mouth, no longer talking, just silent while her cousins argued with each other.
"Del? Care to explain your thoughts?" Seb asked. He was resting against the fireplace, keeping a close eye on his sister. Gracia hadn't gotten better fully yet, still reeling from the onslaught of her attack, and you could see it in the way she moved a little slower, zoned out like she could hear voices talking to her and it was taking her full focus. She was leaning heavily on the couch, trying to make herself seem stronger than she was.
Del cleared her throat, silencing the quiet bickering. "Think about it. Mom and Dad, or Uncle Adam and Aunt Alia, always told us about Grandpa Anderson, right? They never sugarcoated it, always told us the dangers and what he put them through. Them all through," she glanced at me, almost like she expected me to understand.
"Uhhh, not to burst your bubble, Del, but I have no clue what you are talking about? Anderson was a bedtime story my Dad used to tell me and Kay to get us to each our vegetables and go to bed at a reasonable time? You are telling me he is a real person? Like, he is your grandad?" I looked at Will for support, for something other than the incredulous look he was giving me. "Come on, you think my mom and dad wouldn't tell me if something like this was going on?
