So I'm working on this new story which is basically the past of Sheryl Kamelot and Tyki Mikk. It starts from their early childhood up to where Sheryl will be first introduced in the manga. I'm sure none of this happened, but for now (until the real past is revealed) this will be my description of their life together. There will be several chapters and I hope to continue soon. (':

Rated "M" for possible pedophilia, incest, language, and content. :'

"Tyki, let go of me! You're holding on too tight!"

Sheryl tried to pry his little brother off of him without upsetting the poor child in any way. Their mother just watched the two adoringly as Sheryl struggled with his baby brother and his grip. "Mother, why is he always like this when we try to bathe him?" the boy groaned. Their mother shrugged before pulling Tyki off of Sheryl carefully. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's afraid of the tub, or perhaps the water." Sheryl blinked in confusion. "Why would he be afraid of water? He's never been hurt in the water."
"Maybe he thinks he will."

"But he can't! The water is too shallow."

"But Tyki doesn't know that, he's only a child." Tyki clung to his mother as if for dear life. "Nao! No bath, mama!" Tyki whined and whined. "Tyki, please just let go. You're holding onto me too tight dear." Their mother asked him kindly and within moments the scared infant slowly let go of his mother. "Much better." Sheryl sighed and watched the two, mainly Tyki. His brother was five years old and terrified of water. He was five years old and Sheryl had been happy the child lived that long with the poverty he and his family lived in; what didn't help was how ill their mother had been when she was pregnant with Tyki. She had developed some sort of disease after two months of pregnancy and after she had developed the disease their father walked out. He never came back and that always angered Sheryl. He could feel rage fill him as he thought about it. Even when his father was there he had neglected him and his mother (he even had affairs that his mother never knew about, but Sheryl did).
"Irmao!"
Sheryl felt his hair being tugged and snapped out of his thoughts. "Ow!" Tyki giggled a little at the reaction he got from Sheryl and reached over to pull again, but his mother stopped him. "Don't pull your brothers' hair, Coelho." She smiled at him sweetly before she coughed. "Mama, I don't want a bath." Tyki whined. "But brother you smell disgustingly. Here – I'll take a bath with you, okay? I'll make sure the water won't hurt you." Sheryl stood up and began to undress him to get into the tub with his little brother. Tyki blinked, then let his mother undress him and got into the tub after Sheryl. Even in the bath, the child clung to his older brother, still frightened by the shallow water. Their mother watched the two as Sheryl began to clean his baby brother, letting out another cough. Sheryl looked at her for a moment, knowing that she was not getting any better.
Later that night Sheryl helped his mother to bed. The poor woman was very ill and Sheryl had a feeling she would not last much longer. He feared this every night as he helped her to bed. "Thank you, Sheryl." She said quietly. "Sheryl, I want you to know that whatever happens, I trust you can take care of your little brother. He loves you more than anything, I can tell and I can see you feel the same towards him." Sheryl only nodded in response, unsure of what to say to his dying mother. "One day you'll get married and have children of your own that you will need to care for and provide for. Don't be like your father. You'll make a great husband and father, I'm sure of it." Sheryl nodded once again and smiled at her. "I know, mother." That was all he could say to her. Not long after, his mother fell asleep. He got up quietly and headed over to his and Tyki's room. Sheryl quietly slipped into bed, careful not to wake Tyki up.
The next day Tyki had gotten up before Sheryl. He rubbed his tired little eyes and looked around the room before looking down at his big brother, who was sleeping next to him. The infant shook him lightly but Sheryl was still dead asleep and wouldn't wake up. So with that, he decided to wake up his mother to get something to eat. The child mumbled to himself about food as he walked to his mother's room. He frowned when he saw his mother laying there still in bed and not up. "Mama, I'm hungry." He said. But she did not respond and this made the boy frustrated. "Mama," Tyki climbed into her bed and stood next to her, "get up!" He began to jump on the bed a bit to wake her up but still nothing. His mother did not move and this made Tyki whine a bit. He was hungry and couldn't make food for himself. This time he decided to shake her – but once he touched her skin he pulled his hand back. She was freezing cold. "Mama, why are you cold?" he pulled the blanket over her to warm her up. His mother would not respond and this made Tyki upset. He got up and walked back to bother Sheryl now. "Irmao I'm hungry and mama won't get up!" Sheryl didn't respond either. "UGH." The infant crawled onto the bed and started pulling at the blankets. Nothing. This time, he pulled Sheryl's hair and this woke him up. "OW! Tyki!" Sheryl groaned as he slapped his little brother's hand away. "That hurt!"

"Mama won't get up! Make me food!"

"Mother won't get up? She's still sleeping?"

"She was cold so I covered her too."

This little bit of information worried Sheryl. Cold? Still sleeping? Could it be - ?

No…

Sheryl got up quickly and told Tyki to stay in their room. The little boy watched his brother run out of the room and frowned. Sheryl quickly entered his mother's room, seeing that she was still in bed. "M-mother?" he asked quietly, afraid. There was no answer and this displeased the teen. He noticed how pale she seemed and this was all turning to what he feared most: his mother was dead. He walked over to her side slowly, examining her features. Yes, she showed the signs of death. Sheryl did nothing but frowned as he touched her ice cold skin, taking it in so suddenly. The death of his mother was heart-breaking and he wasn't sure what he was going to do now. Did she know she was going to die overnight? Is that why she said what she said to him? So many questions filled his head but of course he wouldn't get an answer now. She was gone.

"Mama isn't gonna get up, is she?"

Sheryl stood still for a brief moment before turning to his little brother. He stood in the doorway, his face showing not a single ounce of emotion. "…no." Sheryl didn't know what to say to him, but he couldn't lie. Tyki didn't seem to be affected…

"Will you help me, Tyki? We need to bury mother."

"Why?"

"So she can sleep peacefully."

"Okay, I guess."

"Good Tyki."

The child walked over to Sheryl and hugged him lightly then let go, looking at his dead mother. "Can she have her blanket? She'll get cold in the ground." Sheryl nodded slowly. "Of course."

After several hours of digging, the two brothers managed to carry their mother outside. She was awfully light which made Sheryl frown. She was so skinny, so ill. They carefully put the corpse in the grave that they dug and made sure that the blanket covered her entire body. Tyki sat on the ground and watched as Sheryl began to bury her. "Bye bye, mama." He waved slowly at their mother. Even though he knew he would never see her again, he didn't say he would miss her or any of that. He just said goodbye.

"Come on Tyki."

Sheryl kept a firm grip on his baby brother's hand. The two were now alone and had nobody to watch over them. Sheryl assumed that he would be the one to take care of Tyki but how? He had no money – he was too young to live by himself. Though at certain places he could get a job and work but he would get little pay and Sheryl hated working, but he had to do something. They were orphans now and had nowhere to stay. They couldn't stay at their old home, there were too many memories there and they could never keep it stable with the way it was. The two kids had nowhere to go, nobody to stay with. They walked to town together holding hands, hoping that whatever happened, they would find a way to survive on their own.