Note: Dug these out of my composition book from school and my current journal I write in.
Basically a bunch of word vomit and also, they have no plot or titles so... Yeah.
One shots/brotherly hurt/comfort mostly.
Some of these stories have a character death base around them! But don't worry it's an OC; Socko Martinez.
Who's Socko?
An OC who is Luigi's best friend since grade school and dies from a gun wound while protecting Luigi.
Tis what I do during math class... Enjoy and review if you will!
Luigi slammed the door shut as Mario looked up from the T.V. Luigi's eyes were leaking tears; they were grieving. Mario stood slowly,
"What's wrong?" He asks his little brother, who was frozen in the door way. Tears ran down his face,
"He's gone." Luigi stumbled on his feet, blinded by grief and depression, he fell backwards. Mario quickly ran to him and steadied him on his feet.
"Woah, bro let's get you to the couch... Hey easy, Luigi." Mario struggled to get Luigi to calm down,
"I... I spoke to Annie (Socko's fiance)." He sobs,
"And?" Mario says,
"She was more upset than I am."
"Luigi-
"I couldn't save him, Mario! He jumped in front of me. I didn't even see the gun until he started running toward me..." Luigi sobbed loudly and all Mario could do was rub his back.
"Bro, it's okay. Calm down." Mario brought Luigi to his shaky feet. Tears streamed down the younger brother's face, he felt so lost; broken. Luigi hadn't felt such pain in years. He didn't even have an appetite; Luigi felt so sick to his stomach. Mario guided him into his room and helped him lay down. Mario absently rubbed his younger brother's back. Luigi's body ricocheted with trembles, he hid his face in a pillow. Lying on his stomach, Luigi turned away from the older brother. A sudden thought dawned on him, what if he loses Mario too? Then he might as well just bury himself along with them.
"M-Mario?" Luigi croaks
"Yeah?"
"Don't leave." Came the depressing reply, Luigi's voice hurt too badly to speak loud. Mario's sad sigh made Luigi grieve more, he cried until he felt like he was going to suffocate.
"Bro, I'm not going anywhere," Mario's calming, soft voice came, "I can promise you that." Luigi sat up, a single tear on a his face.
"You don't know that." The younger brother began to think irrationally, "For all I know you could b-be dead by morning. You could-
"Luigi, settle down, I won't go anywhere." Mario held up his hand to silence his brother. "So, stop worrying. It will be okay." The hopelessness never left Luigi's burdened eyes.
"I-if you do, make sure they bury me as well." Mario's head shot up because he immediately knew what Luigi was talking about. Mario grabbed Luigi's shoulders and said,
"Luigi Antonio Hamilton! If you die before me, I swear to God, I will find a way to avenge you! If anything at all, I'm making sure I die before you. End of discussion." Mario was yelling by the time he was finished. Luigi drew back in shock, his eyes were puffed and red; he looked so stressed.
"Mario." Was all the little brother said, the voice came in a squeak. "I'm sorry."
"For?" Mario's voice was still sharp ever so slightly,
"Everything." Mario's eyes grew wider, he was so tempted to smack the kid but that's no way to address Luigi's depression. So, at a loss for words, Mario says,
"Nothing is worth losing you." The brothers were silent for a few moments before Luigi says,
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed."
"Well, first things first. Are you okay now?"
"For now, yeah." Luigi whispers, covering himself more in the blankets.
"For now?" Mario's voice hardens, he decided to let it go and so, the older brother sighs. "You know what Luigi?" He turns to his brother from the door way,
"What?"
"Come here." Mario gestures with his head for his brother to get up. Luigi gave a confused look,
"Where are we going?" He asks, following his brother into his bedroom. "
"C'mon." Mario said, scooting over in his bed to make room for his brother. Luigi nodded sadly and decided he was tired of fighting for today and will continue tomorrow.
"Mario, why are you making me sleep in here? Do you suddenly not trust me?" The usual questions Luigi would ask if he was too tired and if it was late at night,
"No, I do trust you. I just figured you'd want some company if you have a nightmare is all. Besides, you're angry, sad, and guilty. I get it, but you need to control your emotions." He had spoke the bloody truth, Luigi was so numb that he couldn't tell if he should be offended or not.
"No, you don't get it, Mario!" He suddenly exploded, sitting up, "Do you even know or feel anything other than happiness? Everyday you're all happy-go-lucky. How?" Tear streaked his face as he turned to get out of bed. The silence that followed was bitter,
"Luigi..." Mario gently took his brother's wrist and pulled him back under the covers,
"What?" Luigi says sharply
"Whether you believe me or not, I've been there. I do know what that feels like; remember when Dad died? I had been feeling those emotions since. The attitude you think I put on is an act. Truthfully, I'm still devastated, bro, now that Socko's gone, I'm speaking to you from experience. I know you're frustration, believe me, I know." Luigi was at a loss for words.
Author's note: The next shorts are during/before Luigi's recovery from his heart transplant which is a lead to a full-length story I'm currently working on.
To sum up what happened before hand here's the jist: Luigi struggles with an Irregular Heartbeat but as time progress, and the more his heart spikes, the more damaged/weak Luigi's body becomes. But once his body cannot recover from passing out, after his heart is giving out, he is placed in a heart transplant to stay alive. (I'm not a doctor so, bear with me)
"Luigi, this is not a broken arm, this is your heart." I sigh
"I know." Luigi groans
"Then sit still. I didn't make these rules, Luigi." He gave me a snide look, "I know you're not thrilled about being stuck on bed rest for another two weeks, but you have to let your body heal." I explain to him. Luigi doesn't really understand the term "relax". Never honestly has, "You should really get some rest." I noticed him starting to drift off.
"Don't need to. I kind of want to wake up a little." He mumbles, his body obviously saying differently. I rose an eyebrow,
"Luigi..." I crossed my arms, "You need some sleep... Scale the pain for me."
"About a 4.5." He coughs dryly,
"Well let me know if it accelerates."
"Yeah, I will."
"Okay, well, go to sleep Luigi."
...
"Luigi?" I shook him, he opened his dazed eyes . I sat down on the coffee table with his medication in my hand.
"What?" He moans, trying to sit up, I gently pushed him back down by his shoulder.
"It's time to take your meds." I say, helping him prop himself up. Luigi groans as he sat back against the pillows. "Hey, I let you sleep in! I was supposed to give it to you an hour ago." I hand the pill to him. I saw Luigi wince as he took it. "You okay?" I frowned,
"Not really...Everything hurts." He heaves a dry cough,
"From what I know, that's to be expected after a transplant. I can give you ibuprofen but nothing more powerful than what you're already prescribed." Luigi's face scrunches up, "Sorry, bro, I don't need you passing out on me. You can only ride it out. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah actually, I'm starving,
"Well, I'll fix you something that you can hopefully digest. "
The silence was bitter as I waited for news about my brother. I had been so nervous during his surgery that I had to walk around to ease my nerves. I mean, this was a friggin' heart transplant! You either live or die, there's no in between. I paced around the room, awaiting news if Luigi was okay. I turned when I heard my named called,
"Family of Luigi Hamilton?" I walked to Annie and stood anxiously, Annie gave a soft smile.
"Mario, hey I'll get right into it," She could see my worried look, "Luigi is fine so you can relax now. The surgery went okay, no altercations. His heart was very weak I should mention that it was also slow. Too slow for a human's average heartbeat. It was a good thing he came when he did, Luigi wouldn't have lasted on that heart. He's in the ICU now. You can see him soon." I ran my hand through my hair in relief, that was a weight off my shoulders. I sat back down, breathing slower. I was thankful both Luigi and I lived through this. Before we left this morning, Luigi was just as nervous as I am now. He admitted he was scared and I understood. He was going to wake up or not at all. It was either let my brother suffer for the rest of his life or take the risk.
At first, it took me a while to convince myself more than Luigi, now that I know my brother will be okay, I'm glad I took the risk.
"Relax, Mario, Luigi's fine. He's sleeping now." I tried to calm down, I really did. Heart transplants are not something to easily recover from, both mentally and physically.
"Thank you, Annie." I shook her hand and hugged her lightly, she smiles,
"Anytime, Luigi's healthy other than his heart right now, so he'll make a good recovery."
"Awesome, I really owe you, Annie." I smile and wave her goodbye.
"I'll come back when you can see him." She comments.
...
"Mario?" I was being shaken awake, my eyes saw Annie trying to wake me up.
"Hmm, yeah, I'm up, I'm up." I mumble
"You can see your brother now." She says, that got my attention, I forgot I was in the waiting room of a hospital. I got up and followed Annie to Luigi's room. Alon the way, she explains his condition and how Luigi's treatment went. When I walked into his room, I expected to see him connect to a bunch of wires and tubes. But not as many as I saw before me. It hurt to see him like that. It made my heart sink to see the heart monitor beeping every second. I breathed in deeply as I looked how pale Luigi was. He had on an oxygen mask to help him breathe.
He was completely unaware that anyone was in the room.
"Don't worry, Mario, he's only sleeping." Annie says, writing something on her clipboard. That did not help my anxiety,
"Do you know when he'll wake up?" I ask Annie, she looked at me uncertain,
"It's hard to tell but he won't for a while so, make yourself comfortable." She shrugs, I sit myself down in a chair near Luigi and look at him closely.
"Will you be taking care of him?" I ask,
"No, unfortunately, but a good friend of mine will. Trust me, she's great." Annie smiles sadly, I nod, not taking my eyes away from Luigi.
"Sorry I have to leave, Mario but I have a patient I need to tend to." I wave her to go, she waves back as she shut the door.
It was nightfall when I saw Luigi open his eyes and they stayed open, I smiled tiredly,
"Hey bro." I say softly, sitting down next to him. Luigi's eyes were dazed and constantly looking around the room until they focused on me. I held my hand up signaling for him not to talk. "I'm sure you have questions but it's best if you don't talk yet." I add, knowing he probably had no strength to anyways.
Author's note: This next one contains sensitive material, so skip it if you don't wanna see it. Also this one is much older than the ones you previously read, my writing has improved since. I believe this is from mid 2014...
"Bro this has got to stop." Mario pleads, as he cleans the cuts. I barely heard him because I was so numb to the sting of the cuts.
"I know." I say weakly, my voice wet. "I'm sorry." I apologized, I wasn't sure if he heard me because my voice was so thick with sadness. Mario held me by my shoulders as he stood up.
"Let's get you to bed, kiddo." He helped me and kept his arm around my shoulder. I apologized again, "Luigi don't say "sorry"." He helps me under the blankets. Mario sat on the bed and sighed, "Bro, tell me what's going on." I couldn't stop crying, the tears came down silently.
"Nothing." I say, bringing my bandaged arm closer to me.
"Don't lie to me, Luigi. Not anymore." He pleads again, I saw the desperation in his eyes,
"I'm just..."
"Just what?"
"Sorry."
"I told you already-
"No, I'm sorry about Socko; that I couldn't do anything to help him. " Mario lowered his head
"Luigi, it wasn't your fault. No one saw it coming." He tries to explain, I sat up,
"No! Mario, the gun was originally pointed at me." More tears streamed down my face,
"Luigi..." Mario's face went pale.
"It should've been me..." I whisper, "It should've been me." Mario pulled me into a bone crushing hug. He rubbed my back every so often.
"Luigi, he pushed you out of the way. He was protecting you." Mario tried to reason with me as he still hugged me tightly, "He wouldn't want to see you like this, bro."
"But-
"No, Luigi, he wouldn't have died if he wasn't so loyal to you. Luigi, have you heard of the Five Stages of Grief before?" It was silent for a few moments. I shook my head, feeling myself become droopy. "There are usually five stages, maybe even seven. Depends on the person but I've noticed how you operate Luigi. You deny that he's gone which is usually the first stage."
"But- I was stopped short by Mario's hand waving me to shut up.
"No, use in arguing, bro. I already know what's been going on with you. Just promise this won't happen again? Luigi, I hate seeing you so upset." I rolled my eyes. He ruffled my hair a little and gave a sad smile. "Get some sleep." I turned away from Mario and gave a slight nod. "Good... How certain are you that promise will be kept?"
That's all for now! I'll update with more soon! Review?