Reunited [Book three]

New boss, new fight

Normal POV~

"Who the Hell are you? And why am I noticing a connection to a demon named Owen?" Atem questioned, wishing that he had wings to cover Heba and Yami. Heba, sensing his mother's fear, immediately teleported towards the pale man and cuddled with him.

"Woah, a little one year old already knowing how to teleport? When did he learn that technique?" John inquired, absolutely amazed by the fact that a little fledgling knew how to master a powerful spell this age.

"At this moment. He learns by observing." Atem responded, astonished pretty damn well himself. Yami hugged Heba tightly, not caring that his son did that, but he was glad that he was in his arms safe and sound.

"I see he is pretty strong." cooed John, shrugging and turning his head to face Atem.

"Your name-" Owen's older brother cleared his throat and let out a fake cough, "my apologies, nickname, is Atem, correct?" Atem's eyes narrowed.

"How do you know that,"

"When I target a person, I look deep into their life. And I just so happened to realize your name is missing a 'u', why's that?"

"I don't understand why you're making it a big deal, I'm just missing one letter of my birth name."

"It's of high importance, there must be a reason you're name is one letter short."

"All right then, Johnathan, tell me, why are you missing five letters of your birth name?" John glared.

"It's a nickname,"

"Johnathan, John. Samuel, Sam. James, Jim. William, Will. What's wrong with missing letters? Why am I even conversating with you?" Atem questioned, he quickly glanced at Yami and Heba to make sure they were okay, Heba was saying something to Yami he couldn't decipher, but Yami looked confused.

"It's a strategy called stalling. You are easy to fool, better luck next time!" John beamed, suddenly, magic restrained handcuffs cuffed his wrists and feet.

"What the- Hey! Don't you dare touch them!" The former Pharaoh cursed at himself mentally, he was so stupid. He always pulled everyone into dangerous situations!

"Time to go..." John cooed. Yami let out a startled scream as his aura appeared, surrounding him and Heba like a shield, blood began to fall from his eyes from trying to keep the shield on with his weak magic.

"YAMI STOP! YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF!" Atem exclaimed. 'Useless piece of shit! Break the fucking cuffs!'

"I can sense it, you're going to explode if you keep that up... So, just settle your aura and let me capture you so your knight in shining armor can pathetically try to rescue you." Yami didn't and the bleeding became worse.

"STOP!" Catching him off guard, Yami stopped the shield and looked down at Heba before unwillingly passing out. Heba's eyes flashed black for a split second then darkness surrounded them all.

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"You won't hurt him..." An unknown, but somehow familiar, said. The light slowly began to fill into Atem vision before he saw two figures.

"How the hell did you...?"

"Not important. Now go before I tear your heart from your very chest." The sixteen? year-old said, his hand outstretched to attack.

"Will you? Because I can kill them both with a snap of my fingers." Immense power was coming from this teenager, was this...

"H-Heba?" Apparently, the adolescent was Heba and his eyes softened slightly as he turned his head to look at him.

"Hang on just a moment, father, I'll get you out of those cuffs in a moment."

"Oh, I think not-" Heba glared at him and punched him, making John bend over so Heba could hit the back of his neck, making the demon fight the will to fall unconscious.

"Go. Back. To. Hell." Heba growled, John growled back at him.

"I'll be back, and when I come back, you'll turn back into a child and raised." The son of the former Pharaoh smirked.

"I'm sorry, but I can't really do that, so do me a favor and GET OUT OF HERE!" John nodded and went back to Hell. After making sure he was gone, Heba made a beeline for his father, immediately taking the key from his pocket to unlock the cuffs.

"I have so many questions right now." The former Pharaoh confusedly said, Heba nodded and threw the cuffs to the side.

"Yeah? Well, you can ask them later, right now we have to get mother back home." Atem nodded and ran towards Yami. Oh, gods, he looked horrible... With his magic back, he hovered a hand on top of Yami's chest as he transported some of his aura to him so it could cure him.

"Is he going to be all right?" Heba asked,  Atem nodded.

"Yes, he just needs to rest. Are you hurt?" Heba shook his head.

"Okay, let's go then. Through a portal, however. Everyone will question why I'm carrying a man with blood trailing down his face." A portal was summoned and they walked into the house.

Atem walked to his room to set Yami down on the bed as Heba sat down on the couch in the living room. His eyes looked at the 'toy room', maybe he should transform it into his room.

"Let's just get straight to the point, why are you not a one year old anymore?" Heba cleared his throat.

"When I felt my mother's fear and the demon's power, I knew I couldn't stay a baby if I wanted to do something. And as I saw my mother struggling to protect me, I sped up my aging process, my body is currently fifteen years old while my mind's been active for a year." Heba explained. Atem just noticed what his son was wearing, how did he have time to change clothes. He wore a white T-shirt with light blue jeans?

"Then how do you know how to speak fluently? And that fighting technique you used?" The son of the former Pharaoh smiled.

"My mother, in a way, taught me, I made a quick run through my mother's learning memories and techniques, I learned English quickly and I learned that fighting technique in a... seven-year-old memory."

"He was... twelve?" Heba thought for a second then nodded.

"Twelve-year-old mother was adorable, although I didn't see a father or mother present while he learned that technique." A sudden growl came from Heba's stomach making the boy blush in embarrassment.

"Uhh, can I have something to eat that isn't baby food?" He coyly asked.

"Oh, I can make you some... macaroni?" Heba smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll go check up on mom."

To Be Continued~

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Hello, it's two in the morning and I'm typing this up. Lol. I'm not tired though, so I'm fine. So, now that Heba is a teenager, we have a way to defeat Owen and John for as long as time exists. Yami will be fine, okay? He just forced his magic to protect Heba and didn't care about himself at the moment. And for the first time, I felt tense writing a chapter, I was actually worried about something I was writing. Wait, if I write a story, ain't I basically God of the story? No, unless if it's with your own OCs and description, I'm just the God of the plot. Anyway, next chapter, "Protected becomes Protector.".

See you in the next chapter?

Saiyan Duelist