This is a request for jameis, and will also be based on the TV Season 2, as is my other Fanfiction. Chris is also eleven and adopted, you will realise why when you read it. This chapter is based before L is for Loser. Enjoy!

He pushed her down and climbed on top of her, pinning her down so she had no chance of escaping. This was his chance. "Chris! What are you doing?!"

He kept her pinned down, but she was starting to struggle now. Despite being two years younger than his adoptive sister, Irma, he was slightly stronger than her, and since he was on top of her, he had the advantage. "Chris! What are you-?"

Irma was cut short when Chris slowly drew himself closer to her. His face was just inches away from hers now. "Chris…" she stuttered, before getting cut off when Chris' lips softly touched hers.

Irma never really liked her adoptive brother, since they had a lot of personality clashes. Sure, they shared a few traits with eachother, but Chris had always grown up pushing Irma's patience to the limit. She always shouted at him, and this had sometimes ended up fighting, but she would protect him when he needed help, and if he left, she would miss him. He'd been in her life since he was just a few weeks old, and Irma had quickly drawn into him. When she was younger, she had always wanted a younger sibling, preferably a brother, but her mother had a lot of pregnancy problems with her, so she did not want to go through another pregnancy. But she and Mr Lair also wanted another child; to keep Irma company, and to fill that one room in the house they couldn't find something to fit in there. So that's when Chris was brought home. Chris had always been a little troublemaker, and reminded Irma strongly of Uriah, one of the schools dorks. But this?! She wasn't sure about it. She just froze in shock, so stiff she couldn't move. Chris eventually drew himself away from her. "I'm sorry" he said quietly, but that was before the biggest shock happened. Irma kissed him softly on the cheek. "You tell, I'll kill you" she said softly, before getting kicked out of the room.

~x~

As the night was drawing to a close, the cemetery gates were squeaking and the crows were squaking. Meanwhile, Chris was silently crying in one of its abandoned crypts. The place was poorly cared for, cared and forgotten about, but Chris never could understand why he felt so safe here. The reason he was crying here was simply because he had finally confessed his true feeling to his sister, but she just kicked him out. That night was three weeks ago now, but everything got even worse the next morning. As he went down for breakfast with his family, seeing Irma sat down filled him with joy, but without thinking, he kissed her cheek as said "Morning Irma, I love you!" only for him to be push away with a look of disgust, before she quickly ate and left to go and catch up with her friends so they would be at school on time. If she had turned around though, he would have seen how sad and lost he looked.

Even though most people wouldn't have guessed he was intelligent, he wasn't stupid, but not a genius either, but over average for a boy of his age. After school that day, after he had got home and Irma arrived a few days later, since their parents were out, he spent ten minutes asking her completely insignificant question that had no connection to what he truly wanted to know, but he was trying to read between the lines to see if anything could make sense. After asking one question Chris walked out of the room, his face completely blank. Either she had no memory of what had happened that night or she was playing a cruel joke with him. If he had turned around though he would have seen Irma looking at him with worry. He may have hidden it from her, but she could tell her little brat of a brother was in pain, making her wonder why the thought of him in pane made her feel like her heart and soul were being broken.

The final straw came when he was walking home earlier. He saw Irma with a nerdy looking boy wearing 'Harry Potter' glasses, but he saw the kiss. And the worst thing was, Irma wasn't pushing away, and she was enjoying it. On the outside, Chris looked calm and completely normal, but on the inside he was being crushed like a bug, which resolved in him going to the one place he felt truly safe. The crypt was like his second home, a sort of clubhouse away from home. He refused to go home tonight. He was in too much pain to face her after that. His parents were away on a business trip for the next few days, and he didn't care what Irma thought, he was in too much pain to care.

Once his sobs stopped, Chris continued to lie on the stone bed about to fall asleep, when the memory of when he confessed his feelings to Irma flooded to the front of him mind. Him pinning her down, her struggle, this kiss, and then, his rejection.

~x~
Later that night Irma awoke with a gasp as she finally gained the memories of her astral drop. Chris loved her. The memories of her astral drop made her burn in a strong blush. Her heart pounded against her chest in shock of all that came across. If she was who she truly was then, she'd have pushed him away, but told him that she didn't want to go that far. She eventually started to calm down, before she remembered something very important. Astral drops were simply a clone of the original person's self. Your desire's, your feelings, your memories were theirs aswell that meant deep down Irma felt the same way. Suddenly a horrified gasp came out of her mouth as she remembered how she treated him throughout the whole time she had been the Water Guardian, especially since she and the others had returned from Meridian after stopping Prince Phobos from draining Elyon's powers and returning Elyon to the rightful throne. The stress of it all had made her a horrible, grouchy person, especially to her annoying brat of a brother.

Crying harder as memory after memory from the time her astral drop took her place hit her like a punch to the gut. She'd treated Chris like he was dirt in a trash can, yet no matter how bad she had treated him, no matter how terribly she had humiliated him, he would still stay calm and tranquil, and he would never try and hurt her back. He would just smile at her with his soft grin, looking at her with sad but loving eyes, saying "I'm sorry, I don't know what I did to make you hate me like this but if it would make you stop hating me I will just disappear and you will never have to see me ever again", but she never paid much attention to those words at the time, but not they filled her with a terrifying fear of what could have happened, especially since she hadn't seen him since this morning.

Getting out of her bed, she decided to find out where he had gone before he did anything stupid. Come on, this is Chris were talking about, anything could happen, Irma thought. When she checked his room though, he wasn't there and it was the exact same as how it had been before he left for school. "No…" Irma said, before pulling a jacket over her pyjamas and the first pair of her shoes she found on the shoe rack, before racing out of the house, screaming "CHRIS?! CHRIS, WHERE ARE YOU?"

~x~

Meanwhile, Chris was near enough asleep again. He was in that state you are where you can wake yourself up but your body is losing consciousness. But he quickly fully woke up when he saw the silhouette of an old woman walking around in the cemetery yard. This place was completely derelict. He had never seen anyone here. He decided to see what was going on. As he pulled himself off of the stone bed, he quietly slid to somewhere he could see her but she couldn't see him. She was about average height for someone of her age, grey hair, and a scar running down her left eye. She was muttering something, loud enough for Chris to know, but quiet enough for him not to hear the exact words. Wait, what was that she was holding. He decided to lean in a bit closer to have a closer view. But he had gone in too far. The woman looked straight up to him. "One of the Guardian's brothers, perfect" she said, making a grab for him. He dodged and tried to escape, but something came forcefully at him, making him have to stop. The woman walked up to him, and started stroking his cheek. He felt awkward.

"Don't you worry my boy; you're going to get revenge on your sister for doing what she did"

"You know what she did?"

"It's on the top of your mind, I can easily read it, now-" she said, grabbing the collar of Chris' shirt. She used a necklace of some sort to create a hole in the sky, with an eerie blue light shining through it. Chris was fascinated, but his fascination turned into shock when she dragged him into it.

"W-where are we going?"

"Somewhere" she said, before he realised he had fallen into a dangerous trap…

So there is the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to read and review!