POV Change - Damon Jaeger

Damon looked at Natasha with an annoyed and inquisitive look.

"You gonna answer me or not, Natasha?" Damon's voice spoke out again but louder and harsher as he flipped his legs off of the bed and stood up.

Natasha bit her lower lip a little bit as she averted her eyes from Damon's. Damon looked down at Natasha, seeming to want to take action but not doing so because he knew Natasha could probably break him just like Miss Sasaki but his anger nearly made him forget this fact.

'They purposely did this? So they knew me before I let go...Wait...Did they organize that as well...?'

By now, Damon's face was cold and had a sharp feel to it so Natasha spoke up.

"We...We've been watching you for a long time, Damon and studying whether you had your families talents..." Natasha spoke in nothing but a whisper but both Mika and Damon heard her clearly with their senses.

"Talents? What talents?" Damon sharply interrupted her. Natasha sighed deeply and looked into Damon's sharp and angry eyes, grimacing slightly when she saw the lack of friendliness that was once there.

"Your family, the Jaeger Family have always been talented in Fighting and Killing. They were mainly used as Elite Soldiers to thin out the opposing army's infantry. But as we got closer and closer to modern times, we had less and less need for them so they switched to a different business..."

Natasha paused for a while before she motioned at what Damon presumed was the school around them before she carried on speaking. "They became assassins and bodyguards. They made their own Clan and earn quite a bit of money doing their jobs. They're completely Human, however. They just rely on their Gifts." Natasha slumped into a chair before continuing.

"All of their Gifts revolve around fighting and we, the Supernatural or the Manifested as we refer to ourselves, have been very interested in their Gifts; we wanted to merge their Gifts with our Manifest Technology to make the perfect assassin or soldier. That's not to say that other people in the world don't have Gifts, just that your family has certain ones we need."

Damon turned away from Natasha feeling slightly hurt that Natasha, Nox and his relations were just them pulling him into their Organization. He sat down on the bed he was just lying on, his pained expression very obvious.

"Damon, we're still friends, the Job the organization gave me doesn't change a thing about that--!" Natasha also felt pained when she saw the expression on Damon's face and she tried to explain herself but Damon put his hand up to tell her to stop.

"The damage is already done, we'll never go back to how we are now because you guys weren't honest with me. I have a special kind of dislike for liars." Damon looked away and out of the window "You know, you could have just told me the truth and I would have joined anyway. But I have one pretty big question, Miss Natasha..." Damon's voice went from cold to freezing as he looked at Natasha.

Natasha felt a pang of pain in her chest as she heard how Damon had added on a 'Miss' to how he spoke to her. She knew that their teacher-student-friend kind of relationship was over.

But even more than that, his ice-like expression and the coldly scathing voice told her he was about to ask a very serious question.

"Did you organize that to happen to Erika and Ayano so I would cut loose and you could then blackmail me into joining this organization? Answer this question very carefully, Miss Natasha." Damon's icy voice had developed into a low growl of anger the longer he spoke. Natasha widened her eyes at Damon and felt another pang of pain in her heart as she thought about how lowly Damon regarded her now.

"No! I would never have organized those poor girls to be hurt like that! That was pure chance and we decided to act on it and use it to make sure you joined!" Natasha nearly yelled as she spoke to Damon, desperation to prove herself evident in her voice.

Damon's eye twitched and his hand that was resting on the metal headboard for the bed suddenly clenched, rending the metal to pieces and causing Natasha and Mika to jump in fright.

"So what you're saying is, you knew it was happening to them and you didn't stop it from happening? You let those filthy bastards do those disgusting acts of molesting my childhood friends and then you pretended to be my friend afterward?! How dare YOU!" Damon stood up and roared at Natasha, his eyes a bright yellow and filled with savage anger.

Natasha paled at what he said and her head dropped and hung low in guilt and regret furthering Damon's anger.

Roaring Damon turned around and swung his leg at the metal framed bed contorting the metal and sending the bed flying across the room cracking the wall it came in contact with.

At this moment, someone Damon didn't want to see now, or ever, walked into the room. It was Nox. Nox saw Damon kick the heavy metal framed bed across the room before having a confused smile on his face before speaking.

"What's got you so riled up, buddy?" Nox's voice was carefree but at the same time concerned and worried for Damon and what made him this angry.

Hearing Nox's voice, Damon's head shot in his direction, his pupils contracting and pushing themselves into slits radiating immense amounts of hatred and resentment before he issued another roar and charged at him. Damon knew Nox was a Mage so he was physically weaker than Natasha and that meant Damon had a bigger chance at getting at him than he did Natasha. Well, that was if he could get close.

Nox saw Damon charging at him like a frenzied beast and his eyes widened before he waved his hand sending out an aura of light.

The aura of light hit Damon and leeched all the power from his body sending him to the floor. Nox looked at Damon with a lost look on his face while Natasha was pinning Damon to the floor and telling him to calm down.

"YOU TWO LIED TO ME! YOU LET MY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS GET MOLESTED AND THEN YOU MADE ME THINK YOU WERE MY FRIENDS! I'LL FUCKING MASSACRE THE BOTH OF YOU!"

Damon's roars continued to sound out for a while as he continued to thrash about and threaten both Natasha and Nox. From when he heard the first roar, Nox knew why Damon was reacting so badly and he couldn't help but avert his eyes in shame and guilt.

He knew how much it must hurt and enrage Damon to know he had lived for a month with two people who pretty much let the two most important and precious people in his world get molested. He knew this because despite Damon seeming constantly indifferent to those around him when he finally started to care about someone he showed extreme amounts of emotion and attachment.

It was like he constantly switching between extreme moments of Apathy and then extreme moments of Emotion. Kind of like a see-saw going back and forth.

Throughout the entire time of holding him down while he thrashed about, every sentence he said caused Natasha to cry a little more. Over the month she trained him, she'd come to see him as a younger brother and wished to constantly dote on him and tease him but now, all the things they were going to do in the future had gone up in a poof of smoke; Gone forever.

After his thrashing was over, Damon's face had lost its anger and it was just detached; no emotion. Like a doll or a dead body.

Natasha slowly let go of him and stood up before offering him a hand. Damon ignored the hand and stood up before speaking while adjusting his uniform.

"I understand that you did not plan the incident but the fact you let it happen is just as worse. Although I shouldn't, I'll trust that the other bits of information you've given me over the past month." His voice was monotone and emotionless, the emotional distress causing his brain to cut off the emotion until he could get to a place where he didn't deem it a threat and then he could rest and recover his emotional faculties.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home. I'll see you later, Mika-sama. Goodbye Mr. Nox, Miss Natasha, I truly hope we never see each other again." With that said, Damon started to walk out of the room.

"Damon--!" Nox walked up to Damon and put his hand on Damon's arm to stop him from leaving. What he didn't expect was for Damon slap his hand away before speaking.

"Don't ever think you can be friends with me again, Mr. Nox. Honestly, if I were to see you even after an eternity had passed, it'd still be much too soon for me to not feel like ripping you apart." Damon's voice, while detached and without emotion was as sharp as a blade while his eyes bore holes into Nox's own. "You quite frankly disgust and anger me by simply being in the same place as me, so before I throw up from anger, disgust or both, I'm going to leave." He walked toward the entrance again.

But before he fully left he stopped and turned around. "Oh yeah, you can take this back." He ripped the lock and chain off of his wrist "I don't need your stupid trinkets anymore." He threw it at Natasha and it collided with her still figure causing her to shake and cry even more.

The chain and lock is a sign of sorts, a representation of their friendship, the first thing Natasha ever gave Damon and now the chain was ripped in half and in pieces, just like their friendship.

Damon continued to walk, leaving a crying Natasha, a guilt-ridden Nox, and a worried Mika.

Damon walked his way through the school and then into his classroom.

Miss Sasaki was surprised to see him and she was going to tease him but when she saw the lack of any kind of emotion on his face, she stopped. When she looked at that emotionless face, she felt oddly...scared.

Damon walked to his chair, picked up his bag and then walked out of the class amidst the class who were whispering between themselves as they looked at Damon.

Miss Sasaki asked where Damon was going but he ignored her and kept walking toward the gate for the school.

On the way back he felt his phone buzz telling him he'd got a text. Picking his phone out of his pocket he smiled slightly when he saw who it was.

Ayano has sent you a Text!

Damon hurriedly opened the text and saw what she put before smiling.

Ayano: Damon, you meanie, you left while I was asleep! You'll have to make it up to me soon!

Well, whatever. How are you doing at your new school? Is everyone treating you alright? Are you eating fine? Actually, are you yourself fine?

Looking at the barrage of messages Damon smiled slightly, a trickle of emotions coming back into his body.

From how energetic she seemed, Damon could see his words about her still being pure had helped her get through her seemingly depressive state. He knew she was still probably said but if she needed him, she always knew she could ask. But Damon was glad she was back to being exactly like a little sister to him; cute, energetic and slightly unreasonable.

Damon typed out a messaged before sending it off.

Damon: Well, when I next have a break from school I'll take you out for something to eat, how's that sound?

I'm doing fine at my new school, and everyone's treating me fine. How'd you expect a big guy like me to get bullied, huh? I'm eating just fine, don't worry. And me? I'm as good as I always am, I'm feeling even better with you texting me, however, so thanks for that Ayano.

Damon lied about how he was feeling currently because, despite his emotions trickling in and being happy at first, it opened the floodgate for the other emotions. Especially anger, sadness, and guilt. Anger at Nox and Natasha for lying, Sadness about Nox and Natasha lying and guilt for becoming friends with people who allowed Ayano and Erika to get hurt.

But Damon meant most of what he said in the text. The school was fine, everybody was treating him okay and he was eating fine even if what he was eating was technically blood and raw meat. And he was made happier by Ayano texting him.

Before long, he got another text off of Ayano.

Ayano: Now you've said you'll take me out, you better live up to your promise! I'm glad you're okay, I was worried sick about how you were but to know you're happy makes me happy.

And don't be such an idiot smooth talker and attract too many girls at school, okay?

Damon laughed at the end of Ayano's text, imagining her blushing face while she reprimanded him. It reminded him of old times.

They continued to talk for a while longer before Damon said he had to do something for a while and that he'd either text her later or tomorrow.

After putting his phone in his room, he took his uniform off before changing into some training gear; he had to let out some of his emotions.

Walking out of his room in some black and tight fitting training clothes which showed off his flawless muscles, he walked down to the training room in the basement of the house and put on some extremely heavy weighted clothes, much heavier than he usually wore.

He did countless push-ups, sit-ups, squats, pull-ups and ran countless amounts of miles on the track in the massive basement. He kept working out, his healing factor giving him nigh-unlimited stamina and healing all of the damage done to his body.

Sweat poured out of his body constantly especially his face but if you looked closely you'd see he wasn't sweating on his face, he was crying. The sadness from the betrayal and lies from Nox and Natasha had caught up to him sending him into an emotional hurricane where his only solace was training.

This continued for hours before Damon just passed out from fatigue. But it wasn't physical fatigued but rather emotional and mental fatigue and strain.