The Winds Continue: Young Justice, Zephyr Book 2

Chapter 34: Reunions Part 2

When I arrived at the warehouse's door, I turned to Jaime before opening the door. I was tired from the mission, and thankfully it was still dark out so I was happy to be back at home-base, unfortunately I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep for a while.

"You may want to stay here for a bit and wait until I give the green light...the gang can be a little... cautious around new people." I explained. "And after what happened last time they saw you..."

"R-right, got it." He said, fiddling with his hoodie sleeve. I nodded once before opening the door.

Automatically, I was met with Roy springing up from one of the chairs. He was wearing a black tank and sweat pants, mask off and his blue eyes gazing at me with anger and relief. Everyone else was also in the sitting area, munching on pizza; but they all set their food down when I entered.

"Where the hell have you been?" Roy asked, stepping closer to me.

"I left a note." I shrugged, throwing the should-bag that held my uniform onto the floor.

"Sorry, but 'going out for the day, explain later' is a little vague!" Roy growled and I raised an eyebrow.

"Chill Roy, you're not my mother." I said, crossing my arms as I glared back at him.

"It would be nice to know where you were Hermana." Ed said, cocking his head to the side. I let out a long sigh, unfolding my arms. I strolled back over to the door.

"If you must know; I got called on a mission...to save Jaime." I said as I opened the door. My Hispanic friend stepped in awkwardly. "He's totally Reach-free and wanted to talk."

The room filled with a light tension as Jaime made eye-contact with his best bud. "Hey Ty..."

A moment later, Ty was up and crashing into Jaime with a hug. I smiled at the bromance, stepping away so they could have their moment. I walked closer to Roy and look at him, Ed, Virgil, and Asami.

"We should...probably give you guys some time to talk." I directed to Ty and Jaime as I looked to the others for conformation. They all nodded and got up, Ed grabbing his board.

"You sure you'll be alright by yourself?" Roy asked the two boys as he grabbed his leather jacket off the couch.

"They'll be fine Roy." I growled, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out the door. "They need time to talk through stuff, so we;re leaving: no negotiations."

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When we all made it to an empty road, we did our normal crap: Asami and Ed zooming all over the place and racing each other, Virgil working out his manhole-hover board technique, and Roy and I either just hanging out or sparring. RIght now, we were doing the latter.

As the ginger threw a punch at my head, I dodged him and sent a light air-punch to knock him off-balance. He retaliated by rolling and sending a small laser blast at me. In an actual fight, I would have deflected it with my swords; but without them, I just dodged it by moving my body away so the laser didn't hit me.

"Is it just me..." Roy said, standing up, "Or is this how our last sparring match went?"

His statement made me freeze and think. He was right, all of our sparring matches were starting to follow a routine. I suppose that was to be expected, as we have been fighting each other for almost a month. But both of us knew that following a routine while fighting wasn't good for actually practicing techniques, only perfecting.

"Then why don't you give us a shot?" Virgil asked, gliding over to us. Asami and Ed also popped up behind him. Roy and I shared a look before replying; he crossing his arms over his chest and I placing my hands on my hips.

"You sure about that? We've got a few years on you guys...and we don't want to hurt you." I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What's wrong Hermana, scared you'll lose to a few newbies?" Ed asked, catching me by surprise.

They were actually serious about this.

"You're sure?" Roy clarified, wanting our friends to be 100% certain they wanted to do this.

"Bring it." Asami said. If the quiet Japanese girl said it, we knew they weren't kidding around. Asami's English was rough at best, so if she was confirming it: we knew we had to take them seriously.

"Alright then." I said, crouching down into a fighting stance facing the lighting-manipulator. "Virgil, one-on-one?" The African-American boy smirked and went into his own stance; a fairly good one considering his lack of experience. "You're on Maia." He said cockily, and I couldn't help but smile as he jumped back on his manhole-cover; lighting spurting out of his hands.

I made the first move by sending an air-punch at him, but he was quick enough to loop over it; flying closer to me. I pulled up with my arms, making a wind fly up like a wall; separating Virgil and I and causing him to back away suddenly. Unfortunately, the moment I let the air-wall down, he sent a lighting streak in my direction. I let it hit me, going easy on him. It wasn't a serious shock, so it only stung a little, but it was enough to make me lose my strong footing.

"Oh come on, are you going easy on me?" Virgil exclaimed, sounding hurt as I shook my hands; getting rid of the remaining effect on the lightning. To reply to his explanation, I simply shrugged. "No way girl, hit me with what you got. Show me what the great Clairvoyance is made of!" Virgil yelled, glaring at me. I looked at him for a moment, contemplating his words before shrugging. I needed to try this move out anyways.

"As you wish, friend." I said in monotone as I extending my arms to the side, smirking as I did so. I took a deep breath, channeling the strongest winds I could connect with as I moved my focus to my fists, which I tightened when I felt the strength of my element fill me. After a quick moment, a buzzing feeling surrounded my arms as the winds enveloped my limbs: forming a super-armour of sorts. This was a move Lina taught me a while ago, when I started to overestimate my abilities. She told me to try this, to form the hurricane-arm. She didn't want to do it, but when I almost got myself killed in a mission...I didn't give her much of a choice. At the end of the session, I dislocated both my shoulders.

But that was a year ago, and I've been training: I knew I could do this.

Virgil's form tensed, and I knew he was regretting his words. He didn't have that much to worry about, I didn't make the winds strong enough to do any serious damage. That being said, he did tell me to show me what I was made of. And who was I too refuse?

I leapt at Virgil, raising my arms to corner him as I brought my body down. He panicked, and didn't move: just as I expected. When the dust of my impact settled, it showed me crouching over VIrgil's fallen body; my arms and legs keeping me from actually landing on top of him. My legs were a little sore from the impact, but it wasn't terrible.

"How was that?" I smirked.

"N-not bad." VIrgil muttered and I smirked, jumping to my feet. I held my hand out and Virgil took it, letting me help him up.

"Your stance was too open, and you should never tempt an attacker until you've honed your skills. But overall...you weren't terrible." I said, and Virgil seemed to like the light praise.

"Thanks." He said, and I nodded; clapping him on the back. We both turned and saw Roy and Asami, tangled on the ground. Roy's had his robotic arm just below Asami's chin as his normal hand held both her arms above her head as he crouched close to her, the Japanese girl's face looking put off. Roy smirked and muttered something to her, and Asami's cheeks blushed. At seeing this, something in my stomach twisted; causing my mind to freeze. What was that about?

As Roy slid off of Asami and helped her up, I ignored the feeling and looked to Ed, who was standing over to the side.

"So Ed? You want to go a round?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder as a dull ache filled it from my big attack.

"Actually...I think I'm good." He said, nervously clearing his throat. I couldn't help but smirk a little, feeling my ego boost a little.