Rubies and Emeralds

I have decided to rewrite Rubies and Emeralds because I didn't really like the way it turned out. Some events will still be the same, and others changed. But here is a rewrite. I might rewrite Nightmares as well, just maybe... I'm rating this T, because of swears, some abuse, and thoughts on suicide. if needed that rating will bump up. But other than that, please enjoy!

Claus shifted in bed as his bedroom door creaked open, grumbling incoherently to himself. Quiet but slow footsteps started from the door and made their way closer to the side of his bed. A hand pressed onto his side and shook gently, in an attempt to wake him up. Claus grumbled and used his left hand to pull the covers over his head, since his right lower arm was missing. He does have a metal one, but It wouldn't be very comfortable if he slept with it.

"Claus...It's time to get up..." Lucas said in a hushed tone, continuing to gently nudge his brother awake.

Claus turned over so his back was towards Lucas, below the covers a sort of strained, quiet mumble exited his mouth, "Why so early...?"

"It's your very first day of school."

Claus groaned and removed his good arm from the blankets, latching onto the nearest pillow and throwing it at Lucas, not hard enough to hurt him, however. Lucas caught the pillow clumsily after it hit his face, placing it neatly back on Claus's bed. He pulled the blankets away from Claus's head and made eye contact with his one eye, which lidded over a nice shade of emerald due to fatigue. His other was missing, covered over with bandages.

"Can't I just stay home?" The ginger asked, his tone slightly pleading.

Lucas sighed. "You'll never learn anything if you don't go, and I can't keep homeschooling you. Look, you'll be fine, Claus. You have your prosthetic arm so you wont have so much difficulty with carrying your binders and books, and we still have that glass eye."

"It's not a glass eye, it's robotic." Claus muttered, having a troubled time sitting upright, Lucas supported his back as he pushed himself off the bed. When the ginger was upright, Lucas walked towards his dresser and opened the top drawer, drawing out Claus's prosthetic. He handed the metal arm to Claus, helping him put it on. He pushed it slightly against Claus's missing arm, the ginger hitched his breath as it clicked in place, slight pain activating in his arm, but only for a moment.

"Test it, I need to make sure I put it on correctly." Lucas said. The older twin obliged, moving the metallic fingers into a fist.

"It works." Claus confirmed, bending his arm a couple of times. Lucas smiled and went back to the dresser, this time pulling out a glass, robot eye, a fierce ruby red. It was a robot eye, but it looked a lot like a human's, the only thing abnormal about it was the color. Lucas placed the eye on the table, removing the bandages from Claus's head.

"I don't want to hurt you, so can you put it in yourself?" The blond handed the glass eye to Claus, who hesitantly took it into his hands. Lucas grabbed a small mirror and held it in front of his brother. The ginger stared into the mirror and gently put the eye in place.

"Can you see?" Lucas asked. Claus waited before responding, his eye taking time to work. Soon enough, he could see, but his vision included a few perks, for one he was able identify any object in the room, and he had an installed scanner that could tell him everything he wanted to know about an object or a person. The only downside was that if Claus decided to scan a person, they would know something was wrong by the slight red glow in his robotic eye.

"Yeah, it just takes time for it to work." Claus said, "I'm assuming omelettes are for breakfast?"

"Yup, it's basically the only thing we eat." Lucas replied, heading out of the room and into the kitchen.

Claus stayed behind for a time, searching the room for anything that could help him with school because it's not like his chimera state can help with math. He could probably use his coat and gloves to hide his prosthetic arm, because he really didn't want to be swarmed by people asking about it. His wings could stay home, he wouldn't need them. Plus, it would also harder to hide those than the prosthetic, so it would make absolute no sense to have those unless he wanted people to know. They would also irritate him, because they connect onto two metal clip that are basically welded into his back, even without the wings, any hard force on his back could break him, so he'd have to avoid anybody looking for a fight.

He knew that Lucas had a problem too, their PSI is something secret that only other PSI users can know about, and Claus was pretty sure they wouldn't see a single soul at that school with PSI. He'd have to control himself too. He's heard stories that Lucas was bullied a lot at school, and that is one thing that pisses him off.

"Claus! Ya coming?" Lucas yelled from the kitchen, "The omelettes are ready!"

"Sorry, got distracted!" The older twin replied, snapping out of his daze. He changed out of his pajamas and threw his striped yellow and blue shirt on and put on a pair of orange-ish slightly brown jeans. He started out the door and to the kitchen, catching the strong smell of egg right away. He entered the kitchen and pulled out a chair, sitting down at the table in front of a plate of omelettes.

"You know, your omelettes are the greatest omelettes I've ever eaten." Claus said.

Lucas shrugged. "They'll never be as good as Mom's."

Claus fell silent, and Lucas frowned.

"I'm sorry Claus, I didn't mean to upset you, I know you miss her... I miss her, too." Lucas said quietly, stretching his arms out for a hug. Claus took the offer, standing up to wrap his arms around his brother. Lucas rubbed circles on his twin's back, enjoying the warm embrace.

"It's alright." Claus said, his voice barely a whisper. After a few more seconds, he broke the hug.

The ginger silently returned to the table, sitting back down to eat.

"Claus, hurry up! we're going to be late!" Lucas shouted, tossing a black coat towards the older twin. Claus threw the coat on and buttoned it up, grabbing white gloves to cover his hands. The outfit would look suspicious if it was summer, but he had three seasons to go before he had to worry about it. Lucas gestured for Claus to follow him as he opened the front door, Claus hesitantly nodded, following his brother out the door.