Disclaimer: I don't, never have and never will, own Eragon, the Inheritance Cycle or associated characters and names etc. They are the property of Christopher Paolini, I imagine. Lucky git.
CHAPTER ONE-THE MEETING
I twitched in anticipation. The man (or boy) I was about to meet had never seen me before, but that was mutual. The thing that made this meeting important was that my prospective acquaintance was my brother. We had been separated at a young age, when our mother ran away with me to escape the violent rages of our father. We had been unable to take Murtagh, and so he had stayed with our father. Now, however, our father had been killed in a drink driving accident, and Murtagh could live with the Riders.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Erm…come in." I managed to squeak finally.
The door swung open, and Murtagh walked in. I just sucked in my breath through pursed lips. I truly was lucky to have him as a brother.
For every year that they had been apart, I had become curiouser and curiouser about who my brother was, and what he was like, whether he would be in the mould of our father, or kind and protective like our mother,
Another reason I wanted to meet my brother was that I wanted to see what he looked like, as Murtagh was older, and this would give me some idea of what I might look like when I was older.
But overall, I wanted to see if he was attractive because I, Eragon, was gay, and hoped for once to have a decent boy to look at, as I was getting tired of the same old blood, as it were. I wanted someone new.
And the gods couldn't have done any better than Murtagh. Boy was he cute. Raven hair, eyes like the Caribbean Sea, perfectly toned body, slim, winning smile, the works. The guys up top must have been reading from How to Make Any Twit Fall in Love with You-Guy's Edition when they made him.
"So……"
"Hi. I'm Murtagh."
"Eragon. I guess we should get to know each other as best as possible during this hour."
"Hang on." Said Murtagh with a pensive look on his face, "I think I have just the thing."
He went outside a grabbed a folder from one of many haversacks outside the door (how can one person have so many bags??) and started flicking through it. He brought out two pieces of paper, orange in colour and with a tabular design on them. I knew from my many, many different moves into different schools that this was a questionnaire,
He handed one to me, saying "Fill this out; it should give us a head start in the acquaintance department."
I scanned through it first, and noted the header "From the desk of Murtagh Rider" and chuckled a little. Most of the questions were standard, your usual "Full name, DOB, Hair colour" etc, but then one came that I hadn't had before: "Sexuality/Orientation".
I laughed a bit and he looked up and smiled. God he had a sexy smile. I then put "Gay/Homosexual" just to be a bit patronizing. I finished the rest of the questions, and set my fountain pen down, and took the opportunity to gaze lustily at him. When I started to drool however, I had to snap out of it. He's your brother for God's sake, you idiot… that annoying yet rational voice in my head wittered on at me about how sick it was to fancy your brother, but then I just mentally shouted "SHUT UP, STICKY PINK THING!!!" and he quietened down.
Murtagh finally straightened up (no pun intended) and set down his pen. He passed his form over and took mine. I scanned through it, until I found what I was looking for: "Bi-Curious". Now isn't that interesting I thought tentatively, just in case I decided to shout at myself again. Yes, very. I wonder what's going to happen…