The Tale of Black Jaguar (Young Justice Fanfic)

Daniel

Trump won. Please kill me.

All Knowing POV; LOCATION: Japan date: 3 months previous of last know time in last chapter:July 15th

The young man sighed in the backseat of the cab he was currently riding in. His head sagged against the back of his seat as he studied the roof of the car. The traffic in the busy city of Tokyo had slowed to a crawl, the man could even count the distance in meters they went each minute. This ride seemed to last an eternity.

Even through the the man's obvious impatience and distaste of the situation, you could sense his tense apprehension. There was a certain perk to the man, as if the fruits of his journey would be sweet. A hopeful spark was alight in his eyes. It was indeed a special day. The day he would see them again after so long.

Just the thought of them made the universe seem to clear the path ahead of them as they finally broke free from the cluster of cars and into a more quiet neighborhood. It was only minutes later that the cab pulled up to a moderately simple and sized house. After exchanging pleasantries and payment with the driver he steadily got out of the car and waited until it drove off. He then turned his attention to the house in front of him.

The 22 year-old closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With newfound vigor, he strode up the cement path until he reached the wooden door. He confidently rose his hand to knock, only to hesitate right before doing so. A persistent self-doubt clouded his mind. It had been so long since he had last stood in this place. A little more than 12 years ago to be exact. Then he was sent into the most remote and empty regions of Japan to train with his Sensei. He had had a legacy to fill, after all, and only the most intense of conditions could hone his skills enough for the job. It was only on his 22nd birthday, which was a week ago, that his Sensei had let him finally return to the city, his training complete. After his long absence, the first family he wanted to greet was this one.

He made up his mind and brought down his hand. He waited.

About a minute later the door opened. It was an old woman. She has grayish hair and a wrinkled face, but otherwise, looks fit and healthy. It is a woman he had never seen before.

"Oh, why, hello there young man. Can I help you with something?" Her voice was kindly, which wasn't unexpected. In these parts of Tokyo, hospitality is a virtue.

"Yes, I believe you can," The man had a moderately deep voice, "Are Charles and Jaycee here, by chance?"

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, my husband and myself are the only ones that live here. The ones you're looking for must have left. I've moved in not long ago." She apologized.

"You wouldn't happen to know where they've gone? Or why?" The suddenly distraught man asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said while shaking her head sadly. "Perhaps you could try the neighbors though? They would know more about this than me hopefully."

"I'll do that. Thank you for your time." They exchanged farewells and the old woman silently shut the door behind as he walked back down the path. There was in fact a couple he recalled was close friends with the now missing family. They were people he hadn't seen for far to long.

It was only about a ten minute walk to the house he seeked, but it felt more like ten years. After all this time, he had finally made it back, only to find things had changed. It was of course to be expected, after all, change is just another part of life, but moving? It didn't seem like something they would do...