To define his feelings as excited would not be nearly enough to express just how elated Fettelite was today. After what felt like a year, or perhaps even more, it would be the first time that he would have another under his charge as part of his own personal Negaverse team. Another fresh face, another new person to protect from what could be considered nothing but a realm of darkness and pain, at least from his experience. Sure, he was just a captain, and his own experience within this organization had been less than gratifying, and even far more painful than most, but he was more than ready to do his best to protect this new individual joining them.

For now, he waited in his office, feet swinging underneath his desk, hands tapping rhythmically one by one to try to at least let out some of that nervous energy he was holding within himself. Since this person was still new and generally unfamiliar with everything around them, he was not quite ready to introduce him to Shoal, his personal youma and best friend. No, that would be better suited for a different day, one where this new person would have become already familiar with all the chaos around them.

Then again, given his youma's general disposition and ability to actually speak his mind, maybe the two of them meeting would be better than just waiting for a monster to show up. Atleast Shoal wouldn't go out of his way to chomp down at the first hand that reached out to pet his head.

He could think about it all he wanted, but at the end of the day, there was no real reason to think of it too much. They would have plenty of time together, years and years hopefully, where he and this new lieutenant could get to know one another and help each other grow, become a unit where nothing could hurt either of them! At least, that was December's dream.

"Excuse me, Captain Fettelite?" A soft, nervous voice seem to creep through the door, accompanied by a few taps.

"Come in, come in!" In a single moment Fettellite had jumped over his desk, bounding for the door in his slightly less empty room. After a scolding by Shoal in which the youma out right told him that it was kinda empty and sad looking, the captain took it upon himself to do a little bit of decorating. Upon opening that door, he came face to face with someone... Someone who was surprisingly taller than he was.

Youthful and absolutely radiating uncertainty, but you could tell that there was a bit of eagerness in his eyes, excitement to be entering this chaotic world that they were part of now! And at the very least, the boy was certainly not afraid. That in itself seemed to soothe a lot of the worries Fettelite had. His own awakening had been rough, slathered in blood and flames. No choices given, no options to be free or to make his own path. And a threat that if he had not complied, it would be him dead on the ground next to the rest of the bodies thrown about his old home..

But this kid, this boy before him, he'd make certain that he could experience all the freedoms and joys that would come from being part of the Negaverse. First and foremost, it was his duty to protect him. And he'd be damned if he' do anything less!

"Hello Lieutenant! It's wonderful to meet you! Come in, come in! I bet you have a lot of questions! And I bet you have even more excitement to express and I do! But before we get too far, let me simply welcome you to the Negaverse. As your captain, I will make sure that you can become stronger than anyone else here! Even me! Let's grow together okay? And one day, we'll make sure that everyone else can remain safe both here, and on Earth. And of course, we'll have our moments of fun and excitement too! So... Let's make sure we get along okay?" Fettelite blabbered on, unable to contain the excitement in his voice even just a little bit. But what did that matter? What better greeting could he give than one full of warmth excitement, and eagerness to work together? Not everyone needed to be cold and angry towards those of lower rank!

Yes... This was where he would begin, where he would start a small rumbling that would hopefully turn into and avalanche of change within the Negaverse. Change that will be nothing but good, kindness, and patience spread.

To his own surprise, after a bit of chatting with this lieutenant, Fettelite had learned quite a few things about them.

They were once a student, studying something that made his eyes go cross. He enjoyed video games, we've seen pretty rare all things considered! It gave him half of mind to move the game system he had bought from his barracks room to his office, so that they can spend more time bonding together. Maybe he could get even one of those drum games so that his youma could join in with them! Maybe he didn't quite have the dexterity to play an RPG or something, but you could at least go Bam Bam Bam against a plastic drum!

And, the lieutenant had dreams... Some of them vague, others with brilliant detail, about how he wanted to protect the people he loved. His mother and father, his brothers and sisters and friends who all supported him. And then there was a question of why the Negaverse and not become a knight or anyone else. Why choose this organization?

It made the captain's heart drop just a little when he heard that it was sudden, and that he had no real choice. That a hand was plunged deep into his chest, star seed squished and blasted full of power until he woke up as a lieutenant. He described it as scary, as a sudden night simply spent walking from his school to his dorm ended in pain and fear and a sudden surge of power he couldn't quite place.

The lieutenant also reassured that he wasn't afraid anymore. And that it didn't take long for him to simply accept what had happened. He talked about how he saw the news almost every day about bodies being found, and property being destroyed. And about how helpless he felt among it all. In the end, didn't really matter who approached him first, as long as he could become one of these so-called terrorists or the saviors or whatever they call them, he wanted that. He wanted the power to protect everyone around him, and it seemed he like to repeat that statement too.

Fettelite listened in awe, No tears springing forth this time, but there was that feeling of camaraderie with this young man. They came from much different worlds, the lieutenant's full of love and contentment, his own still filling him with anxiety every now and then when he saw a splatter of blood or smelled smoke drifting across the castle. But they had the same goal, to simply... Protect.

He wouldn't keep the lieutenant for long, it was the first day, the first of many, and they had spoken about how his little lieutenant had classes in the morning. Once he was let go, Fettlelite sat there in silence for a while.

There was a warm spreading from his chest now, all the way down to his fingertips, then back up again to settle in a comfortable weight in his stomach. He never had a good intuition, but right now everything seemed to point to things going right for once.

He had his youma, Shoal by his side... Chip the cat was still suddenly working on a way to save his dear friend from this curse of youmafication he had.. And there were still steps being made, progress where thoughts were coming together and reassurances that everything would be okay. He felt so much less helpless now, and as he sat there twiddling his thumbs and spinning lightly in his chair organizing his thoughts, he came to realize a single thought.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the first time where he felt hope. That this whole situation wouldn't fall and crumble at the slightest of mistakes. He knew he could never be certain about anything at all, especially with the whims of the Negaverse pulling him left and right at all times, forcing him to be someone he wasn't. But at least he could see a spark, maybe a shimmer at the end of the tunnel. It still seemed so very far away right now, but it was a very clearly there.

And at the end of that tunnel stood his friend, Milo, suddenly free of his torment, and that goddamn general that torment him finally crumbled in a pile of blood and gore, torn apart by a small army of youma.

Even now, as gentle as he still remained, Fettelite crave seeing that b*****d finally crumble. He figured it was the chaos within his star seed that pushed him towards seeking that revenge, why else would he ever want to see someone get hurt so badly? Then again, it could simply be a sign that he was growing to be the general he knew he could be one day.

Whatever the case, he knew it was not the time dwelling such dark thoughts. He had a lieutenant to teach, a youma to save, And a promise to keep. He would not allow himself to be the weakling he once was. There was no time for that anymore, and there was no one he could trust above him.

With a sigh, The Young Captain finally stood up, hands on his hips as he leaned back and stretched as much as he could, wiggling it all out and then heading towards his door. While his lieutenant would sleep, he would train, he would learn to control this hammer of his and to teleport without any exhaustion plaguing his body. And he would practice pulling those under him to him, so that neither of them would be exhausted and that he could protect them at a moment's notice.

There was no more room for error anymore. He would make sure to snuff out any bit of weakness he had left, while still somehow maintaining that kindness he wanted to make sure he showed everyone. And he would ensure that one day, the Negaverse would be a safe haven for all the better than broken, and that anyone who dared hurt them, and the ones they loved, would meet a bitter and bloody end under the weight of his hammer.

Suddenly, Fettelite paused, blinking at the strangely violent thoughts that started to flood his mind. Back in the past, such thoughts would turn his stomach over and over again. He could feel bile piling up in his throat ready to spill forth as a thought of hurting anyone, much less a thought of splatters of remains across the ground. Maybe that was the influence of the chaos pulsing through his veins now. Or maybe it was just what came from being more in control of his own life. Either way, he did not think too hard about it. There was nothing wrong with a little bit of feistiness in his life. And maybe that little bit of fire that started to boil all in its own would be all that he needed in order to keep on becoming stronger. The Negaverse never did have any use for those who were weak minded. Atleast no work that was useful beyond torture and fodder.

And there was absolutely no way in all hells that existed that he would allow this Lieutenant or any others that would come under his charge to become like that. After having experienced it first hand, he'd wish that for absolutely no one.

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