Chapter One - Sick Little Brother & Intruders on the Island
Aroha's P.o.V.
"Luis, why's your fly down?" I deadpanned, opening The Cradle and slumping down into my beanbag as Aksel, Luis and Quinn started up Minecraft on the Xbox 360. "Vhat are jou talking about? Mein fly is not do - Oh, mein Gott!" The albino flushed red and scrambled to pull his zipper up. The two other boys cackled, spawning into the Survival map and I smirked. Wiremu and Jack came in, Wiremu giggling and Kai stumbling after Jack. My eyebrows furrowed and I picked up the four-year-old, pressing my hand against his forehead. He was cold. He whimpered, fisting my denim shirt and trying to curl into my side. "He aha te he, teina iti?" I asked, standing up to hand Kai to Lola.
"Ite mate ahau. Mamae toku puku. Te aha e tukino reira, tuahine nui?" I hummed at my brother's response. "I don't know, Kiwi. Just hang on a minute, okay?" Kai nodded weakly. "Lola, he's cold, can you try to keep him warm for a couple seconds?" My cousin nodded and I smiled, pulling my phone (iPhone 7 Plus) and pulled up GeoNet to check on the earthquakes. "Oh, teko..." I muttered, rubbing my face and sitting next to Taz. "What's wrong?" She asked as I took Kai back, who had begun to have difficulty breathing. "Kaikoura got hit with a 7.8 magnitude earthquake at 12:02 this morning. Wiremu must've bounced back quickly, but Kai's having severe weather bombs. It's giving him a cold fever." I explained, placing Kai's asthma inhaler to his mouth. "Jesus... Talk about cause and effect." I hummed again, as Lola snapped her fingers and the heat pack dog that the twins could cuddle appeared.
I pressed it against Kai's chest and kissed his forehead just as Asenaca came barging into the commons. "Guys. Something's wrong. The East Gulf's been breached." I swore loudly, startling my brother from his sudden half-awake state. "Ah, teko. Naca, can you stay here with Kai? He's got a cold fever." The Fijian nodded, taking Kai gently as some of us began glowing briefly, myself included. When the glowing stopped, a small group of us were wearing army fatigues, and had Glock 23 Gen 4s and Beretta M9A3 pistols strapped to our belts. I muttered a quick incantation and the group of us that were in fatigues were in the bushes surrounding the East Gulf. I felt several tingling feelings as I peered around the tree I was hiding behind. At least twenty men were on the Gulf, two boys who couldn't be much older than nine (at the very least) with them.
"Aksel, Luis, Quinn. Wux guys re svern." I whispered into the com-set. After recieving three affirmatives, I watched said idiots, I mean boys (*cough*still idiots *cough*) wander onto the Gulf, their guns hidden in their jackets. One of the nine-year-old boys cried out at seeing them and the men all tensed, some even reaching for their own hidden weapons. "Calm down, calm down." Quinn smiled, raising his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Get ready, Aroha." Taz said over the com. "I know," I replied, holstering my gun. "We're not gonna hurt you." Aksel said, his eyes glinting dangerously. "And... Ugh, and why should we believe you? We don't even know you." Oh, that man's clearly Norwegian.
I stepped out of the bushes, "Because I wouldn't allow them to." I stated simply. I saw the men flinch and the Norwegian, the boys and possibly nine others were hidden behind the standing men. I blinked when I felt something tease at my memory at seeing the eyebrows (AN: IGGYBROOWWSS!) on a few of the guys. A name hit my brain, Arthur Kirkland. "By any chance, would one of you be Arthur Kirkland?" I asked, patting my thigh to signal the others. One of the men that was hidden gave a shuddering gasp and the other men flinched again. "Why? Who's asking, aru?" An Asian man asked, he was holding a Chinese wok. "My name is Aroha Kirkland. I'm the third oldest Kirkland on this island. I represent Stewart Island, a part of New Zealand." I answered, feeling Rewera shiver in excitement. "I'm... I'm Arthur Kirkland, I represent England." The man who gasped answered. I giggled. "Welcome to Recon Isle." Some of the men had relaxed and the boys had become brave enough to peer around the sides of whoever they were hiding behind. "Zea! Nocturn twelve o'clock!" I swore. "Gimme a sec." I stated, quickly teleported to the Nocturn and throwing it back into the forest before teleporting back. "Sorry 'bout that," I chuckled at the men's confused faces when I teleported back. "Wha?" An older version of Quinn said. "Nevermind."