Quick warning: I tend to like making (my) Sabata and (my) Django as a lovely dubby brotherly type of pair. Don't hate me. But I promise there will not be any mature content or phrase nor sentence that will may anyone conduct the term "YAOI!" I may used a sentence such as Django wrapped his arm around Sabata and weep quietly but that is it. Pretty self explanatory.

Copy Rights: Boktai characters are copyrighted to Konami Hideo Kojima

Author's Quick Notices/Comments:

My grammar really sucks. I'm not 100 in English grammar. I don't write alot nor do I write alot of Boktai (characters) related stories so bare with me.This is a quick mini scene I thought of. I'm certain there will be alot of WTF and question such as "why Django is blind" and "how he got blind." and "WHO BLIND THE POOR solar boy!".

I can't write to save myself. It is rather a one shot scene. If a lot of people are curious enough and would like me to write some more, I may do so and transform it into a chapter (complete fiction). The only problem would be if I have the time. Overall enjoy the very very VERY short reading! It should only take you one min. or lesser to read it.

Introduction - Blinded Solar Boy

Sabata waits patiently outside of Django's room. He walks back and forth with his hand behind his back and head down. It has been seven hours since Django return back home. In those seven hours, two hours is spent on undressing Django and bandaging him and the other five is him being in bed. It made Sabata worry because Mr. Smith wouldn't let Sabata see Django during any of these events. Even the Earthly Maiden Lita agrees for Sabata to not get involve. This makes Sabata a bit jealous. Why let Lita and Smith bandage Django when it should be him? After all the two are brothers, brothers are supposed to take care of one and another.

Time fly by like a game of cat and dog. Sabata now lean onto a nearby corner with his arm cross. He repeatedly looks up at the clock display above the door top. The clock goes tick and tock! In his mind he counts every second that have pass. Just then the door of Django's room finally speaks. Coming out is the kind hearted Earthly Maiden Lita with that usually happy face. Sabata drop back and head directly to Lita. Lita gives a sad face, a showing that she wasn't expecting to see him. Sabata quickly notices the basket she is holding. In the rectangular basket sleeps Django's complete set of clothing. The clothes are folded and are ready to be wash. What surprise him are the red color dye and stench on the clothing. Sabata assume that it is blood he's seeing but he rather not think. Lita quietly tug Django's clothing into the basket.

"Why is Django's clothing cover in blood?" Sabata asked. He points at the basket. "Why is the pant especially?" Lita sigh making faces to indicates that she doesn't really know why.

"Sabata…" Lita starts off. "Django is doing well right now. I am able to ask Django to wear the temporarily set of clothes he has on. Even so, he is still currently shirtless. Can you make sure he wears this sleeve shirt that I prepare for him?" Lita give the sleeve shirt to Sabata. "I am off to go find him some kind of short or pant. Until then he'll be wearing his boxer." Lita move to the side and make her way down stairs. "Sabata…" She starts off again. "Django has been through a lot… So please behave with him as you would to any little child." Lita smile and continue walking down.

Sabata nods to Lita's request and opens the door. There he sees Smith. Smith holds unto Django's wrist and checks Django's pulse. Django grunt softy. Sabata quietly move to the side of the room. Once Smith is done, he gives Sabata an OKIE DOKIE look and headed out the door. Closing the door leaves only the two in the room. Django seem pretty settle. He is like Lita stated, shirtless, Django arms are tug inside the bed sheet. He glares at the blanket critically as if he is observing something that needs a lot of attention. What now bother Sabata is why he hasn't not notice that he is in the room. Sabata took a step closer to the bed.

"Huh? Who… Who's there?" Startle Django. Sabata place his hand up and confess.

"It's me Sabata." Django's mouth begins to form a smile. Sabata walks toward the bed. "Lita say that you need to wear this until she can remove the blood stain off on your clothes. Here." Sabata gently puts the folded sleeve shirt under Django's face.

Django smile weakly. There is no expression in his eyes. The shine that glitters in them is long gone. Even the lightest of grey disappear into the darkness of his pupils. Django reach out for the shirt and press it to his chest. He rubs off the warmth the shirt has to offer. Sabata stare in confusion and wonder why Django is acting so strange. Little tears appear at the corner of Django's eyes. He places the sleeve shirt back down. He looks straight ahead rather making eye contact with Sabata. The room went shut for 30 second. Django puts his two indexes together and wiggle them for comfort.

"Sabata this may sound pretty naïve… but can you sit closer to me?" Django requested. Sabata blush at this request but also as Lita requested Sabata have but no choice to do as Django requested. Still confuse as in why Django is not using any eye contact at all he plan on asking why once he get closer. Sabata sit four to five inches away from Django. Before Sabata can ask, Django's arms are already wrapped around him. "Sabata… It is you." The solar boy giggles as his voice ripple in tears. Sabata pulls Django over and glance into the boy's eye. Sabata's question is answer as he realizes that his little brother is blind.