BOOK I The Divine Chronicles: The Time Turner

Lopaka's Wingman

"Hmmm. I like the red ones. Yup! Final answer!" giggled Deucie.

Lopaka was sitting at a bench trying out different sneakers at Foot Locker and furrowed his brow before scoffing out in disbelief.

"Ugh. These shoes are ugly as fuck, Deuce," he muttered quietly. A pretty salesperson in a striped referee uniform glanced at him as he grinned apologetically.

"Psst. I think you better turn on your 2-way, Lopaka. Before people think you're cuh-razy," smiled Deucie.

Lopaka silently agreed and began to communicate telepathically with him at the moment.

Lopaka: Huh. I noticed you ain't calling me Daddy anymore, kid.

Deucie: It's because you explained to me that I wasn't your son. Are you changing your mind now?

Lopaka: Um. No. I'm too young to be your father, Deuce. You're what...seven?

Deucie: Yeah. And your point is?

Lopaka: Besides you being the smartest seven-year old I've ever met, I would've been like thirteen-years old when you were born. You don't see the issue with that?

Deucie: I guess you're right. And I actually already have a daddy...Tee! Hee! I just found out from Lorentis that he's around. And yup! He has no idea...yet. Besides my Daddy Lucifer, I have another Daddy who is considered my first Daddy. 

Lopaka: Hehe...So what does that make me, huh?

Deucie: So not my daddy or my genesis for that matter. I guess you can say that you're my honorary mortal bro-bro!

Lopaka: -chuckling- I guess I can deal with that. In fact, as your big brother, I hereby order you to call me Master Lopaka.

Deucie: Ew. You're hella lame, do you know that? And you're not even trying to be. That's the saddest thing about it, homie.

Lopaka: See? I trip on you all the time, kid! You are too smart for your age. Are you sure you're only seven?

Deucie: Um. Last time I checked, yeah. Why? Are other seven-year old's slow as fuck? I mean, I only know my brothers and sisters and they're like me.

Lopaka: Where are you guys from, outer space?

Deucie: Didn't you hear? We ARE from outer space. That's why my skin is really green and I have three eyeballs. Oh, by the way...I have eight tentacle dicks and they're HUGE! -laughing-

Lopaka: You're so stupid, do you know that?! -laughing-

Just then, he handed the pretty cashier his credit card clearly distracted by her interested gaze before she turned away and stuffed his shoebox into a bag.

Deucie: You're an idiot, Lopaka. I'm only seven and even I know she was digging on you, homie.

Lopaka: Psh. Really? I mean...really?

Lopaka glanced at the girl once again and noticed she had beautiful hazel eyes. She made eye contact before shyly looking down at his bag once again. He shot her a warm smile before grabbing his bag and walking away.

Deucie: How the hell are you gonna be a daddy one day? Don't tell me you're still hung up on that break-up between you and Losa. She's a bitch by the way. Just saying.

Lopaka: She is not. She's just going through some things. I think she said it was an identity crisis or something.

Deucie: Her identity crisis included her not being a real girl. That was what it was. 

Lopaka: Psh. You don't know that, Deuce! She's just different. 

Deucie: Yeah. Like differently unrealistic. She's just a glimmer. 

Lopaka: What's a glimmer?

Deucie: No offense, niggah. But a glimmer means she's an aspect of my mommy. In other words, in clinical speak...she's an alter. My mommy has what you call DID.

Lopaka: Psh. Not. And she isn't an aspect of your mommy.

Deucie: I'm serious, bro. She's a split personality of my mommy. And she REALLY doesn't exist. Only in dream state. Sorry to say but you just got duped, my man.

Lopaka: Are you fucking serious?

Deucie: -sigh- You know what? Why don't we turn our asses around so you can talk to that pretty little cashier?  At least she's living and breathing.

Lopaka: Man...so you're saying she isn't real? And Losa is an alter of your mother's? Does your mother know who I am at least?

Deucie: Nope. Not a clue. They aren't one and the same. Losa was just created when my mommy got hurt when she was sixteen years old. You can ask Papa about it. He knows.

Lopaka: You wanna know something funny, Deuce?

Deucie: Shoot, buddy. I'm all ears.

Lopaka: Something in what you said made more sense then anything that ever happened between me and Losa. I knew the bitch was using me to get to Adam. Just don't tell him that, okay?

Deucie: Ooh. That's some drama right there. And I bet she had her claws all over Tanu too! She was always double-dealing and devious like that. Which is why only Papa could control her. But don't worry...she won't be bothering you anymore. -chuckle-

Lopaka: Oh, really? And how do YOU know that? -chuckling-

Deucie: Let's just say she's going to a place where we can't go anymore. And you're welcome by the way, homie. -giggling-

Lopaka sighed and stopped in his tracks. With a soft chuckle he suddenly turned around and headed back into Foot Locker with nothing but high hopes and a Divine seven year old wingman energetically at his side.

Such were the ever assisting ways of Deucie Tagaloa; Divine Child of the Cosmos.