Not going to lie, I am excited for this. I have decided to make this into a crossover. You'll see when others start coming in.

Poor Jack. All he wants to do is die or be left alone and this stuff keeps happening to him.

Jack came before the series starts, before the whole war for the Wu starts. I say...about two to four months, or around that much. Not a year or anything like that, but a good chunk of time. It was originally going to be a day with me pushing Jack into it, but I changed my mind after thinking about it. I know it seems like a whole lot of time, but I have to set things up and to show how much things are going to change with Jack being different than his past self. And as I am making this into a crossover - I don't know if it will be a massive one yet, we'll see - I have to have some leeway to make this work and to build up the world around Jack. World building takes time, and I would hate to rush it all. Especially if I do make it a massive crossover.

And yes, I am going to use Card captor Sakura. She won't be in it, but other elements from the anime will be in it. Not all of it will be canon of course. I will be also using a lot from "Clear Card" as well. Why? Because it is my story and I wanted to give Jack some magical elements on his side in a realistic way - or as realistic as I can get in this setting - besides other obvious ways.

-Start Chapter-

Jack didn't know how long he sat there on the cold tile, crying. All he knew that the cold tile was painful after staying on it for too long.

Slowly getting up, Jack leaned on the bathroom vanity. Looking at his reflection, the man turned boy numbly went through the motions of washing his face. Only when the makeup and tear marks were off did Jack stop to dry his face.

'Wh....What do I do now?' Jack asked himself blankly, looking to his reflection. When no answer came to mind, Jack decided it was time to go to bed. Maybe this was all a delusional coma? Maybe he was dreaming all of this?

With that in mind, Jack stumbled out of the small bathroom.

"Sir?" A robotic voice asked, making Jack's head shoot up and nearly making him trip flat on his face. Blinking, Jack realized that he was looking at Jackbot-25, a old version-No. Not old version any more, the only version of his Jackbots are the ones in front of him. 

Shaking off his shock, Jack straightened and look to Jackbot-25. Now was not the time to be trapped in his mind, first he had to figure out just where in his past he was, and if he should be expecting Wuya to come shouting at him soon.

"Jackbot-25, has anything important happened?" Jack slowly asked, tired eyes looking around his chaotic lab.

"Your parents have just left on their vacation." The robot started to inform his young creator. "They have left a message asking if you wanted anything while they were gone. Other than that, nothing new to report."

'Just left on their vacation....' Jack closed his eyes for a moment, thinking on it. 'They always were on the move, never staying in the mansion unless it was to host parties. When I was fifteen, the last big vacation they had that year was the one where they sent me that damned puzzle box. When I was sixteen, they never sent me a gift at all, so that must mean I'm before I met Wuya.'

The last time this happened, Jack had never answered his parent's message on if he wanted anything. They never really paid him any mind, and Jack knew within his heart that they are ashamed of him. He wouldn't be shocked if they laughed over his grave after they give their fake tears for show if - when - he dies. His parents are never home, never say anything to him usually, and if it was, it was to give him lessons on how to be a better heir or to try and change him.

Although, he had to admit, his Mother did try more than his Father. Those figure skating lessons were nice, even if they were cut short for some reason that his parents refused to tell him. Or did he quit? It was so long ago, he's not for sure he remembers what really happened anymore. All he knows that the older he got, the more colder his parents got...if that was possible.

In any case, here, Jack was present with a choice.

'To change the past, or to let time flow as it should be.' Jack sighed tiredly. There was no way he wouldn't be able to not change the past, even if he did free Wuya once more. He was different than his younger self; More mature, more hardened, and much more willing to just lay down and die. His younger self never gave up, much too stubborn to prove everyone wrong. After years of it not working, and dying for nothing, he knows he can't pretend to be like how he used to be.

Then, there is also the case of him not wanting to be around Wuya anymore. He had no idea if he would even go after the Wu. Right now, all he was is tired. Besides, he didn't need Wuya if he decided to mess with the Wu, it also gave him a out if he never went after them.

It also made sure that if he did go after them, and just let himself....give up, that Wuya wouldn't be there to stop it or see that is what he was aiming for. Jack could see her using that to her advantage if that was the rout he went with.

So, with all that in mind, Jack glanced to a bookshelf in the far corner of the lab, filled with many different comics and books on machines, and made up his mind on the matter.

"Give a response to my parents's message. Tell them I want a book. A one of a kind, interesting book." Jack eventually told Jackbot-25, now looking to said robot. "I don't care how it looks, or what's it about. I just a one of a kind book. One that has no copies and is interesting in some way. That's all I want."

'Maybe this way, it'll give me something to do and get my mind off everything.' Jack thought to himself as he gave a nod to Jackbot-25, who gave a bow at the order - and then going off to do it. 'If I am truly meant to get the puzzle box, then I'll get it. If I do, I'll deal with it then. But, for now...'

Taking in a shuddering breath, Jack knew he couldn't stay in the lab for long. Not with his mind a mess like it is. If he tried building anything, or even did some small work on anything, he knew it was most likely to blow up or get him hurt in some way. He just had to get away from it all.

Turning around, Jack headed out of the lab that was the basement. Walking up the stairs, Jack took in everything as he stumbled by - still not used to his shorter limbs. Some differences were easy to spot. A painting that was replaced with another in later years, a vase that was busted up when the monks decided it would be fun to break in his parents's house, and other things that were simply gone.

It didn't take long before he stood in front of his bedroom door. A bedroom that he rarely used, even when he was twenty. He usually slept in his lab or office, or a small bedroom that was built to be connected to the two so that he could get to said lab or office quickly.

Opening the door, Jack sneezed. Blinking the tears away, Jack took in the very dusty room. Seemed he had forgot about his room for a few years at this age.

Quickly taking off his trench coat, Jack went to the closet to find other clothing to wear. He didn't care if none of them fit, he just wanted out of what he was already wearing. The coat reminded him too much of what he had been, and the red Frankenstein shirt made him recall his bloody end.

Sniffing and coughing from the dust - and making a mental note to get some of the Jackbots to clean the room - Jack opened his walk-in closet to find a bunch of clothing he had never worn before, even when he was older, all of them finely made and expensive.

"Oh, so this is where those clothing went to..." Jack muttered to himself, taking in all the fine clothing. He could recall his parents getting him clothing every year, hoping to get him to stop wearing what they called 'Cheap' clothing. Even a normal white shirt in this closet costs over a hundred dollars, where as the clothing he was wearing now was under twenty all put together - besides the boots, goggles and Jackpack of course. The only reason he never wore the clothing his parents picked out was because he thought they weren't 'dark' enough.

Jack has learned that clothing is clothing, even if some are better than others and everyone has their likes and dislikes. He just hates that his parents were trying to force him to change when he doesn't want to. He hasn't fit in their mold since he was born - they made that obvious-, so why start now? Although, he can see a few outfits that aren't all that bad. And thinking on it, and looking closer to some, he can see that those not bad outfits were most likely from his Grandparents, not his parents.

'Oh well, no time to be picky.' Jack grabbed a random shirt, underwear and pants, planning to take a nice, long bubble bath while his robots cleaned his room. Then, he was going to go to sleep, hopefully waking up from this nightmare or the grim reaper finally shows his face by that time - either or, he's not complaining.

"Jackbot!" Jack called out as he went back out the door. In no time flat, one of the robots - Jackbot-14 - came floating by.

"Yes, sir?" Came the robotic response.

"I need you and a few others to clean my room." The red head ordered, gesturing to the room behind him. "I'm going to take a bubble bath, and I would like to sleep in my room tonight."

"Of course, sir."

"Thanks." Jack smiled at his creation before heading to the bathroom.

-Two Hours Later-

It said a lot that it took him over two hours before he got out of the cold, soapy water because of the fact that he was debating with himself the pros and cons of just drowning or electrocuting himself in the bathwater.

Too bad Jack knew he was too much of a coward to take his own life. If he was braver, maybe then everything would be so much simple to end it once and for all.

-It's one of the reasons he wasn't going to sleep in the lab anymore. All those sharp objects and easily made explosions made his mind wonder to what he can never do to himself. He didn't love pain, and he was too much of a coward to end it himself. So, what can he do? Just wait for death to come back to him, hopefully taking him this time? Or do it himself, sucking up the fear? Jack has no idea, and that doesn't worry him like it should.-

Dressed in a red dress shirt and black dress pants, Jack flopped down on his bed. Grimacing at the pictures on the covers and pillow cases, little cartoony monsters, Jack resolved to get new ones later. He'd order new ones online later, for now it was time to try and calm his brain down and plan out what to do.

'Okay, so, woke up in my past body most likely because of that flower shaped Shen Gong Wu.' Jack looked up at the white ceiling. 'Have no idea how it activated, but, hey, magic. For all I know, I activated it by some rule I don't know about. For all Wuya bragged about her magic, she never bothered to explain how it all worked to me. Deeming me worthless right off the bat I bet.'

Turning on his side, Jack frowned. 'So, no matter how it happened, it happened. Now what?' Shifting, Jack glanced around his room. Hard wood flooring with a few rugs, a desk, chair, bookshelf, balcony, and other various furniture and knickknacks made up the room. Most of the knickknacks were from before he was ten though. He absentmindedly added another thing to his mental list of things to do; Make the room into his room.

'I never was good a fighting for the Wu. I broke too many bones to count, lost a lot of blood and tears, and almost - and later did - die for those damn things.' Jack's frown grew, brows wrinkling as he thought to himself. 'Even as a adult, I failed. For world domination, I could just pull a Tony Stark and rule the world by the economy. Making the best products, being number one in the field, and having too many lawyers on speed dial just in case. Just like him, only without being a superhero of course.' Jack sighed, closing his eyes. 'If only Tony Stark was real and not a comic, it would be fun to talk shop with him. He didn't need magic to get to where he was, at the top. So, why should I need to go after the Wu again? Or....I could go after them and just...let things happen...'

If he died once from the war on the Shen Gong Wu, he can again. Last time, he actually tried and made it until he was twenty.

So, what would happen if he went into the war and barely tried at all or not trying at all?

There is no easy answer to any of this. There never would be. But, the red headed albino has to make a choice. But does he have to make a choice right now? No, not really. It would just make sure that he has a plan of action ready - or, make sure that there is no plan at all. Yet, when it comes down to it, does it really matter?

Jack was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of living.

Looking around, Jack's red eyes landed on a pair of goggles on the nightstand by his bed. Reaching out, Jack's hand stopped inches from touching the goggles. The hand jerked back as if hit. Slowly, Jack put his hands to his chest and curled up into a ball, eyes wide.

'What's the point of doing anything? I never amounted to anything. Nothing is going to change. I'ma always going to be worthless. A worm. I'm nothing.'

With all these thoughts in his mind, Jack curled tighter, eyes closed tightly as he tried to fight off another wave of sobs.

It took four days before he finally passed out from exhaustion.

-A Month Later-

Time moved as slow as a snail when you are not having fun, that much Jack found out in the next week to follow.

The first four days, before he passed out from the lack of sleep and overall exhaustion, crawled slower than a snail. The only reason he even ate was because of his Jackbots, who were programmed to make sure that he ate meals at a certain time. At this age, he often forgot meals while he plotted world domination or worked on his projects, so he made sure that he made some Jackbots to make him food, as well as to give it to him at certain times, that way he ate something and wouldn't die of starvation.

Too bad that all of the food tasted like nothing to him now. He just ate what was in front of him numbly, not paying any mind to what it was or even if it would kill him. (Un)Luckily, his Jackbots would never do that to him.

After waking up from passing out, and feeling a bit more refreshed, Jack decided to do something, anything , to get him mind off what is going on. After being in his young body for so long, the albino had to admit that this wasn't a dream, that he was really back to being fifteen and that there was no way he was going back to being twenty - he'd have to wait another five years for that.

-Not to mention the horrors of having to do all those exams to pass school again. The only good thing is that, when he does do all the exams to test out of school - because he sure as hell isn't going through school again -, he'll have all the knowledge needed without worry or studying. The only saving grace in this whole mess, one that made him cry out of joy instead of the usual depression.

'I may be trapped back in the past, but I refuse to spend it all by repeating that prison in hell called 'School'!-

So, to get things off his mind, Jack redecorated his whole room and remolded and upgraded his Jackbots.

First was the bedroom, a room that he had once rarely slept in. If he was forced to live - Oh, lord, how he just wanted it all to finally end...- in this cold place he had to call 'home', then he was going to remake the room into something that didn't make him hurt to look at.

The bedroom just reminded him too much of how he used to be, not who he was now. 

The monster bed sheets made him think on how innocent he once was, thinking that he actually could rule the world and that everyone would love him. The small bed frame, white in color, created fresh tears down his face as he laughed, just thinking about how many times he had gotten blood on it when he actually used his room those few times in what was once the future. The blue walls forced him to think on how his parents are never around, how they acted when they were around, and how they wanted a normal child - not a genetic mutation that they have to call their 'son'.

Being in the room was painful, and if he it was a choice between sleeping in the lab or the bedroom - he'd take the bedroom, because he can actually change what is in it and the color.

So, blue walls were painted gray with one wall being painted red. The small bed frame was upgraded to the largest he could buy, colored black. The old monster sheets were replaced with a red, silk, bed set; Covers, sheets, pillow cases, ect. Ordering some rugs to throw down, and a new black desk chair, Jack felt that was good enough. It wasn't too painful now to stare at the walls or think about sleeping in the, now huge, bed.

Jack made sure that his robots cleaned the walls, painted them, and made sure that the wooden floor was polished while he sorted out everything that was going to a random closet for storage, and what was staying in the room. 

He also went through his clothes - getting ride of most - in the bedroom closet and books in the shelves. Most books he didn't need to read, so they went to storage easily, making room for new books to be placed in the bookshelf. He put his old, long, ragged trench coat away, along with the Frankenstein sleeveless shirt, baggy black pants and boots away - ordering new clothes for him to wear. The clothing he used to wear when he was fifteen were too much for him handle. Even if it was a similar color scheme, he just wanted some new clothing.

Ordering the clothing online had been simple, and before he knew it, he was wearing a double breasted black trench coat with a high collar that was button shut, not a popped up collar anymore. The coat wasn't  long, only going to his hips, and had pockets on the outside - one even on his shoulder that was zipped up - and a ton on the inside. Under the coat was a red dress shirt, long sleeved with pockets on it as well. Gone were the baggy pants, and instead were fitting black tactical pants, held up by a simple belt and buckle. For shoes, while still combat boots, they were longer and had golden colored metal platting buckled on the front. He still had leather gloves as well, but the gloves covered his full hand and buckled up on the wrists so that there was less of a chance of them slipping off, they were black leather with a golden colored buckle.

All in all, slightly the same, yet still very much different.

Another change that Jack did was stop slicking his hair back. Now, while still messy, spiky and in some cases, uneven, his sunset red hair gathered more to the front of his face, covering his left eye for the most part. He just couldn't be bothered to summon up the energy to take care of it anymore, or even cut it all off.

He tried cutting it, but in the end just made it uneven and even more messy. So, he just let it lay where it wants to and let that be that.

-Jack laughed and laughed, looking in the mirror with strands of red hair on the floor, a pair of scissors in his hand. His clothing were neat, yet his hair was a mess. Maybe his hair showed his soul, like how his eyes did? Ironic, not even now could he be better than what he once was.

He was a mess. Nothingworthlessmessywormwhycan'tyoujustdiealready-

He no longer wore his 'war paint', there was no point in it.

Yet, he couldn't stay idle when all that was done, so he went to work in his lab - cleaning it up, adding more and updating the Jackbots as to make them better - more like how they were five years ago/later. After coming upon some of his plans for world domination, written and decoyed ones in his computer, Jack made another choice. Locking up his old - or were they new? - plans for world domination in a new created room, a vault, was something that Jack felt he had to do. No one was getting in the vault but him, if he ever felt like it. And no one was getting out, unless Jack felt like letting them out if they somehow got in. He boosted security like it was child play.

There were no more plans to rule the world, Jack didn't want that anymore. But that doesn't mean he won't keep them for safe keeping. Paranoia demands that he keeps them just in case, who was Jack to tell it "No"?

The first month of Jack being alive and fifteen once more crawled by in tears, sobs, screams, please of death and mind numbing work.

The next month started, and one difference based on a choice he chose to make different came to life - and came right to his room.

-After all is said and done, Jack will look back on this and think 'Is it karma?'-

-Jack, Lab-

"Sir."

Jack paused in his calculations, blueprints surrounding him, listing his head to stare at his Jackbot - one made of stronger metals, much more durable for lab work, and one with arms. The older Jackbots were too top heavy, too easy to just flip around or destroy for that reason. Arms also made working easier. He also made sure to rename them as well. While not the best, it makes it more easier on him, and as well gives them a place to be in. "Yes, Lab-bot-05?"

Lab-Bot-05 - or LB-05 for short - floated closer. "Your parents has sent a package for you. HomeBot-08 has put it in your room."

Homebots, Jackbots that have been turned into homeworkers - cleaning, cooking, and if intruders get past the new security he had put up along with the Protectors - robots made to protect him and the mansion - they know how to fight, just not as well as others as knowledge on taking care of the mansion take up a lot of memory space. So, them taking a package to his bedroom wasn't shocking.

'They shouldn't be in Hong Kong yet....meaning...!' Red eyes widened as it hit. Jerking up to stand, Jack swiftly headed out of the lab with a last call to LB-05. "Thank you LB-05!"

"You are welcome, sir."

'What could they have gotten me, if not the puzzle box?' Jack frowned as he fast walked to his bedroom. 'Where did they even go on their trip? It was more than one country, that much I remember. But what countries?'

For some reason, the closer he got to his bedroom, the more and more Jack felt like this was going to bite him in the ass. Yet, for all he knew, his parents got him a worthless book on how to be a perfect gentleman or something, nothing dangerous. But, frankly speaking, his parents do not have the best track record with gift giving when it came to him.

It could be a boring book.

But it also could be a slinky or puzzle box that contains a spirit of a dead, Heylin witch that did more than just kill people for shits and giggles.

Sometimes, Jack thought that his parents did it on purpose - that, or didn't care if anything happens to him. So what if the person selling it says it's cursed, maybe it'll be a way to get rid of their son for good?

Shaking off those thoughts, Jack didn't even pause in opening his bedroom door. Walking in, Jack found HomeBot-08 floating by his desk, package on top of the wooden surface.

"HomeBot-08, thank you for bringing in the package." Jack thanked, glancing to the simple wrapped package - shockingly simple, as usually his parents would do their best to make it bigger, better and brighter than simple brown packaging. "Was there a message to come with it?"

"No, sir." The robot shook it's head in negative. "Only that they got the gift from Japan."

"Figures." Jack sighed, rubbing his face. "You can go back to work then."

"Yes, sir." HomeBot-08 floated out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

With that done, Jack took in a deep breath, suddenly stilling at the feeling in the air when he locked on to the package.

The air around him swirled, growing thick. But before Jack could identify it, it was gone when he was able to blink. Feeling more than a little paranoid, the red head slowly shifted to the desk where the package laid. More than one doubt came to mind as he gently undid the packaging.

All doubts froze when he finally took off the paper on the gift - and not just because it was actually a book, meaning his parents listened to him for once in their lives.

Sitting on his desktop was a pink, white, red and yellow book. One with what looked like a cat with wings and chains on it on the front, stars, crescent moons and a small and huge sun on it. The one huge sun right in front of the cat, the chains looking like it was coming off of it. It also had a lock on it, the lock looking like a wing.

Flipping it over with a nearby ruler - He wasn't about to touch a unknown book with his bare hands, he isn't stupid. Just look at what the Wu could do with one touch, and this wouldn't be the first time something like this screwed him over. He might want to die, but damn if he was going to be sucked into a book or something. He wanted death, not to be a plaything once more. -, Jack's eyebrows raised at the sight of what looked like some ritual circle. Turning back to the front, red eyes took in the wording on the front.

"Sakura..." Jack blinked at the Japanese word written in English. Thinking it over, he felt it was safe enough to touch. Besides, he had his leather gloves on. Lifting one to pick up the book, Jack could admit to himself that the title of the book was cute. Still didn't show him why his parents got it for him though. "Cherry blossom? Because it's pink?"

'I thought that they would be against sending me something like-!' Just as his hand touched it, the lock snapped open. Like had never been locked before.

Now, Jack could admit that while he was smart, he wasn't the brightest lightbulb when it came to his own safety. Staying in a war where everyone hated him - or at least, didn't like him - until it killed him said a lot. Especially when he had plans to quit the damn war that very day, yet still went anyway.

So, after seeing a book open all by itself - and feeling something off about it - Jack knew that something was off, yet found that he truly didn't care. What was the point about worrying about it? Obviously, there was something up with this pink, innocent - beside the circle on the back, but even then it looks adorable - book from Japan, or so says his parents.

'I've done stupider things than opening a mysterious, pink book that has a ritual circle or something like that on the back from another country that opened by itself.....Not to self, don't say that aloud. Ever.' Jack sighed, wanting to just give up on everything already. Yet, his curiosity has gotten him killed once, maybe this time it'll kill him quicker?

With that hopeful wish in mind, Jack flicked the book open quickly, flinching back as if waiting for something to jump out. When nothing happened, Jack took a closer look at the inside, only to blink in surprise.

It wasn't an novel or even a picture book. It was a hollow book. Hands twitching, Jack looked to the left side, it had writing on it, words he could not understand and have never saw before. On the right side was the hole. Shifting closer, Jack peeked inside the thin, rectangular hole.

What looked to be a pink card was inside. It had the same circle on it, and Jack had no idea how many cards where inside the hole - only knowing that it could not be all of them and only a few were in there. It didn't even fill up half of the hollowed out space in the book, barely even a inch if that.

Deciding 'Fuck it', the albino reached in and gentle lifted the top card out of the book. Looking under the first card, Jack saw that there was another card under it. Who knows how many were in it, but Jack knew it couldn't be many.

Now, Jack turned his attention to the card. It was long and rectangular, the back like the back of the book, with the circle and star on it. Flipping it over, Jack blinked at the pink picture.

It was of a mermaid. Her eyes were closed, and she had a very small smile on her face. There were a few bubbles surrounding her, and either her hair was very curly or it too was made out of soap or some kind of bubbles. The only thing no pink on her was a circle, jewel/orb hanging off her collar - it being a blue color.

The picture was lined with a dark pink - the mermaid being in shades of pinks as well. The whole card was, with a few yellow details added on. On the right side, in the middle of the card, was a yellow crescent moon. On the left was half a sun, the sun being cut off by the border of the card. At the bottom, right above the English name and on the picture, was a yellow star. At the top looked like the five bottom ends of a six pointed star, it being yellow, with a symbol/written character in it, in another language. At the very bottom of the card was the name of the card, written in what looked like a pink ribbon.

"Bubbles...." Jack muttered out, eyes narrowing in thought only for them to widen within a second - thoughts screeching to a halt as his body froze.

The card suddenly started to glow brightly, something bright grew under him. The air around him grew heavy, yet light at the same time. With a pounding heart, Jack realized that this was different than the Shen Gong Wu - yet, at the same time, just as if not more dangerous. Screwing his eyes shut, Jack prayed that this wasn't going to hurt-!

*Pop~*

Slowly opening his eyes, Jack wrinkled his nose as something wet popped on it. Blinking, Jack did a triple take at what he was seeing.

Red bubbles were floating around his room. All different sizes, but most small. They lazily floated around him, gently moving about. Taking in a sharp breath, Jack glanced down to see the circle that was on the back of book and card was under him, moving around clockwise and glowing a bright yellow. At least it wasn't as bright as before. Eyes moving up, Jack found the card still in his hands, glowing a rainbow of colors. Not too colorful, but more than a little enchanting to look at.

And then, because everything just couldn't get better for Jack, the book itself started to glow a bright yellow - another circle coming to life under it on the table. Dropping the card, the bubbles went away like they were never there, the circle under him going away, but as he backed away from the table, Jack found that the book only glowed brighter once he dropped the card.

Deadpanned, Jack blankly took in the scene in front of him and what has happened to him do far.

Weird, suspiciously adorable item from another country.

Has a weird feeling to it, something unlike yet similar to things Jack has felt before.

A circle on the back that looks a lot like a ritual circle of some kind on the back.

Glowing items with mysterious abilities.

A heavy feeling and taste in the air.

Taking this, and much more, in, Jack realized just what was going on.

'I didn't ask for the puzzle box, yet I still get something magical?! What in the actual fuck is this!?' Jack's eye twitched when something started to form from the book. He watched numbly as something small started to come out of the book and into the air.

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw."

-Chapter End-

It has started! And Jack is so done with everything, not just living and being stuck in the past to relive everything.

Jack is not alright, no matter how he acts or even thinks. His emotions are jumbled. One moment, he could be acting fine and dandy, the next he could be mentally falling into a black hole or crying in a corner. So, just because he might be fine in some moments, doesn't mean he truly is. He is going to be all over the place, and some times it is going to be randomly. In reality, this does happen. Emotions do not have rhyme or reason, they can be anyway or you could feel anything at anytime with no reason at all. Jack does have reasons for his emotions being all over the place though - as well as his thoughts, it's because of the life he lived and because he died in a painful way before going back into the past.

One moment, he could be fine and it could seem like dying didn't even effect him although that is not the case. Another moment, he could be considering if he should just jump off that bridge or let someone just kill him already. It might seem like he is bipolar at times, but he isn't. It's just him fighting himself and along with a ton of internal issues. 

At times, his mind and emotions might fight each other - as he is smart to understand what is going on and to know he shouldn't feel something to someone because they are not the same person, but his emotions might deem it something else or get in the way.

This is the case of him being mentally older as well, but that doesn't matter as Jack has always been smarter than anyone his age - it's more along the case of him being emotionally older. He matured in a lot of ways growing up because of the War for the Wu, but that also left a lot of mental and emotional scars as well. Physical ones too, but those left as he time traveled into his past body.

In the cartoon, he acted a lot like a kid - which is natural, as he was a kid, a teenager, no matter how much of a genius he was he was a teenager still. Here, he is technically a teenager once more, but not really. He isn't a sixteen or seventeen year old going back to being fifteen, he's a twenty year old - one that has been fighting for five years, as well as taking on a lot of abuse and bullying from others. This plays a part.

Jack may never be alright, and that is fine. He has been through a lot, and this will show in many different ways as more time goes on. Worse once some familiar and unfamiliar faces come along. Familiar faces doing the most damage to Jack obviously. But, he may get better - not all the way alright - and healthier as time goes on. Only time will tell.

For Jack's parents, I don't think they are the best. There is no way a healthy teenage boy wants to actively take over the world - and actually actively try to do it. Wanting it and wishing it are two things, actually going out of your way to do it is another. - unless there are reasons for it. One reason can be neglectful parents - at the least. So, I made sure to show it. But, here in the past is different than when Jack was older - at times, he might think the person is like how they were before he got sent back, when in fact they are not like that at all. There is also the case of the butterfly effect, as characters are going to treat Jack differently because he is different than canon!Jack.

Here is the new clothing Jack is wearing;

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In the story, he has a ton of pockets on the inside of it.

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I just made the sleeves longer on the dress shirt, not rolled up like in the picture.

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Instead of the metal being silver in color, it is colored golden in the story.

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Here are the gloves, only the ones in the story are pitch black with golden buckles.

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Jack wears a lot of pockets, it's not hard to see. But, he holds some surprising things in them. After everything that has happened, he often tries to be ready for anything, even if he wants to die again. Like stated before, emotional verses his mental state. His mind says "Be ready for anything!", while his heart/emotions is saying "Just give up already!".

By the way, I do not own any of the images here unless stated, they belong to their respectful owners. I just wanted everyone to have a visual of what he is wearing from now on, unless stated otherwise.

Not a lot of dialogue in this, but I had to set some things up. Next chapter will have more talking.