Carry On My Wayward Sons

Chapter 1

Chapter one

"There, that should be enough for the next few days."  Fuuma unloaded a bunch of food in the back seat of his brother's car. Seishirou raised an eyebrow at the food they'd be surviving off of. "Damn cashier gave me a funny look."

"Well one guy buying out the entire stock of canned food and boxed snacks, I'd look rather shocked as well."

"I'M A GROWING BOY! AND EVEN WITH YOUR CRAZY DRIVING WE WON’T BE IN CALIFORNIA FOR A DAY OR TWO."

"Yeah yeah, get in." Fuuma got into the passenger seat while Seishirou checked the trunk.

Their father's journals, a couple of shotguns, several flasks of holy water, and several different pairs of clothes. Business suits with FBI badges attached, priest robes with crosses in plast1ic bags and several pairs of normal clothes. Seishirou closed the trunk before getting into the driver’s seat. He slid his sunglasses on before tapping out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Must you smoke?"

"Yes, if you don't like it you can walk."

"YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!"

"Alright, then shut it." He turned the key and started the car before flipping the radio on. Fuuma rolled his eyes.

"Must you always get to choose the radio station?"

"My car, I’m driving, I pick the radio station. When you drive you can pick."

"YOU NEVER LET ME DRIVE, YOU WORSHIP THIS CAR!" 

Seishirou tuned his younger brother out by turning the radio up. To the passerby's they saw on this crazy road trip, they were two young adults on a road trip. No one knew their secret life, not if they could avoid it anyways.  That's because no one would believe them anyways. Seishirou and Fuuma were hunters, but they didn't hunt animals. They hunted vampires, demons, ghouls, and rogue spirits.

Their father had started the whole thing before the boys were born. Of course, now all the two boys had was each other. Their mother had died before Fuuma could even hope to know her, and they had recently laid their father to rest. It hadn't been easy to get Fuuma in on the "family business." He had been off in school and had friends he liked to keep in contact with. Not Seishirou, he was the oldest, he had to keep up the family business.  He didn't have friends and everyone in his "love life" was a one night fling that he didn't remember in the morning he was so hammered.

Fuuma tapped his fingers on the dashboard to the music as Seishirou drove. He knew there was something Seishirou was keeping secret, they hadn't been hunting down problems as much, in fact everything they were doing lately, was fun. But what exactly was his older brother keeping from him? He remembered being stabbed in the chest during that bizarre boot camp for the chosen few. But what did that mean? Chosen few? What were these chosen few? And why wasn't he dead? He was stabbed through the heart, the last thing he saw was his big brother holding him and crying before his eyes shut. Did that mean Seishirou had something to do with this? Fuuma wouldn't put it past his elder brother to keep secrets from him. If there was one thing about Seishirou that never changed, it was his ability to keep secrets.

Fuuma's phone went off and he reached over to turn the music down to answer it. "Oh hi Yuuko."

Yuuko was their guardian of sorts. She knew of the family business and was a hunter herself. "Ah Fuuma, how are you doing?"

That was another thing; she was in on Seishirou's big secret whatever it was. "Fine, getting dragged to California. Someone decided his new life goal is to hang-glide from the top of the Golden Gate Bridge."

"Ah, your elder brother?"

"Who else?"

"Speaking of which, is he free to talk?"

"I don't know; let me ask His Royal Highness."

"You free to talk?"

"Yeah, pass it over." Seishirou took the time to flick his cigarette out the window before taking the phone.

"What is it Yuuko?"

"You still haven't told him, have you?"

"No, don't plan to if I can avoid it."

"What are you going to do when they come for you? Fuuma's not stupid. He's going to figure it out."

"Trust me; I know what I'm doing."

Next to him Fuuma strained his hearing. Of course his brother was wording his sentences so no one who didn't know what was going on would have no way of guessing.

"If you say so, I personally think you should tell him."

"Maybe, but I'll pick the time and place. We're going under a tunnel so I'm hanging up now."

"Fine, keep in touch, you boys tend to be reckless."

"Yeah yeah." He shut the phone and handed it back to Fuuma.

"Are you going to tell me what Yuuko had to say Seishirou?”

"Nothing of importance Fuuma."

Fuuma lowered his brown eyes at his brother's profile. He couldn't read his brother's face when he could see his cool amber eyes, never mind when he wore sunglasses. "You and I both know she only calls to give us a case or to check in when she's worried, so why is she worried?"

"Something about a reaper, it's nothing, now shut up or you're walking." Once again his hand went to his radio and turned up the volume as they continued on their journey to California.