A-ya sat still. He tried to keep as quiet as possible.
"I know you're in there, traitor, so just come out already bastard that is posing as A-ya," said a familiar voice.
A-ya's breath hitched and tried to stay as quiet as possible.
"Found you!" C-ta appeared as the closet door was opened. He smiled, "You should've known that the real A-ya's lungs are sensitive to dusty places."
His eyes widened, "It's you!"
C-ta raised the knife and aimed for A-ya's abdomen, "I'll protect you, A-ya."
A-ya sat up with a scream and started to tear up.
"Wha-what's wrong, A-ya?! Are you okay?" It seemed he also woke up C-ta.
He shook his head.
This shocked C-ta. A-ya doesn't show a lot of emotion, but for him to actually show this amount was rather shocking. This must have been something very bad.
"I... I had a dream where we were older and you... thought I was a traitor posing as myself," he said in between sniffles.
C-ta hugged A-ya and started rubbing his back, "It wasn't so bad. You're not a traitor."
"So you killed me..."
He froze. After a few moments he regained his composure and started rubbing A-ya's back again, "Don't worry, A-ya. I'll protect you."
It was A-ya's turn to freeze.
Of course C-ta noticed this, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
He sighed and smiled, "You're so helpless, A-ya."
After A-ya felt a little better, he and C-ta lay back down. A-ya clung to him the whole night with C-ta mumbling in his sleep that A-ya was so helpless. That was the last time A-ya clung to him.
...
The next morning, the two boys woke up and got off the bed. After they changed, they went downstairs for breakfast.
"Hey."
"What is it?"
"Thanks for everything."
I don't know what I wrote. I don't think A-ya has stairs in his house but okay.