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In that place the owner of the same energy, he was sensing from the new unknown, had been long gone and only left the trace there for Danny. It had unsettled him deeply and he, despite his hazy mind, had blacked out. He could sense it around his brother not as strongly. But it was there, like that presence had left an imprint on them, claiming them, it set him on edge.

It was the energy of something strong and protective. It was familiar but not. It could be dangerous but it felt more protective.

He had watched the man he sensed the same energy from. Unlike his brother the presence of that being was strong one the man. It didn't feel like a simple imprint. He was the haunts' protector. Someone Danny's instinct screamed at him to not mess with and to be cautious of. The haunt's owner had claimed that man as the protector.

His hazy mind couldn't understand what that meant but he still let his instincts take over.

Everything was unfamiliar. He had already been on edge waking up in someone's haunt and then getting faced with someone that gave him a very icky feeling. Considering he only felt the haunt's owner left traces he knew that they were allowing his stay but something felt off and Danny didn't know what.

The last he remembered was facing his twin on his grandfather's command in a fight and then there was green and his memory was jumpy and his head was starting to hurt everything he tried to remember more.

The new left, taking the traces of the haunts owner with him.

"Danyal, please come down already."

He blinked, his mind became hazy and….

…why was he so high up?

Letting out a whine, he turned his gaze to the one that felt like his brother Dami.

"I still say we try using Jason as bait."

"I swear if you suggest that one more time…"

"Danyal?"

Gripping the edge of what he was on Danny rolled forward, flipping and landing on his feet, crouching on all four and tilting his head as he let out an amused chirp. This older version of his brother looked funny with his arms stretched out as if he wanted to catch him. The other two were making some funny faces too. Silly Dami, he thought, he should know that Danny was able to jump off of higher places.

"Danyal, do not do that again." His brother was scowling him now and he couldn't help the whine like chirp that left his throat. The taller of the other two, the one that made Danny's instincts go haywire and he liked to call the icky one in his mind, apparently found it funny and chuckled.

"Little shit says that wasn't even as high as the walls you used to jump off."

His brother scowled more but there was a softness, oh was he remembering that time their teacher kicked them off a 30 meter wall when they hesitated to jump? Danny remembered that time well. They were supposed to slide it down and then kick off at the last 5 meters and roll off the ground and end in a crouch ready to sprint off like they had practiced.

Dami had messed up the first time and landed face first in sand. Danny had too though he had just been a little bit more graceful with his landing, not by much considering instead of a crouch he ended up continuously rolling and ending flat on his back with a lot of sand in his gear.

"Well at least the little guy got down. Now…" The shorter of the other two suddenly pulled out the book again Danny had seen him holding earlier and turned back to the taller one. What had Dami called him again? "...I still need to know since when you were in a ghost cult."

"For fucks sake! I never was in a ghost cult!"

"Imbeciles." His brother muttered as he neared Danny and picked him up from his crouching position and carried him out of the room as he heard the other two starting up arguing again. That reminded Danny where had the other one gone? The one that kept trying to get past Danny's warnings?

"Let's go and look for Alfred, Danyal." Danny let out a chirp, forgetting his previous train of thoughts. He recognized that name! It belonged to the nice old man, the owner of this small haunt protected by the strong presence's big haunt. "I believe he must have returned now with some clothing more fitting for you."

Danny let out another whiney chirp. He liked his brother's hoodie though even if it was too big for him, it was nice and comfy way better than anything they had in the league. It seemed like this time this older version of his brother understood him and let out an amused huff.

"Danyal you can not keep wearing my clothes. That is unbecoming for someone of our status."

Well he didn't care he liked that hoodie besides Dami was the heir not him, grandfather had said so himself. He let out a questioning chirp, his memories were still muddled and jumpy. His instincts were screaming with an unfamiliarity he wasn't used to nor had been trained in also.

His mind started to make it hard to focus and Danny lay his head down on Dami's shoulder, like he used to when they sat on roofs after a particularly hard training session. Allowing his conciseness to drive in and out. Once more he voiced his question, even if all that came out was a questioning chirp his brother wouldn't understand without the tall icky one.

Where was grandfather? Why was this Dami older than the one in his hazy memories? Why did he feel like he had a whole new set of instincts that liked to go haywire and scream at him? And why did he feel like he was constantly forgetting something?