A/N: Ladies and gentlemen of , here is yet another entry of Arclight Angst for you. I hope you all like it. Don't forget to review. But no flaming.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Arclights (sighs with complete anger, frustration, and bitter disappointment), Shin Yoshida does.
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"Quinton! Quinton, big brother, don't let them take us!"
Those five words send a chill down my spine that eventually sinks into my bones.
I clench my hands as I see my two kid brothers being led away.
Thomas is looking at me, trying his absolute hardest not to cry. And little Michael has tears just streaming from those big, bright green eyes of his. It breaks my heart to see the two of them so upset.
Only now does it occur to me just how young my baby brothers really are…Thomas is only twelve years old, and Michael turned ten just a few days ago…just a few days before our father disappeared.
My father is already gone…how can I just stand here and watch as my brothers, the only family that I have left, slowly walk out of my life?!
I want to call out to them, to go to them, to tell them that I won't let them be taken away from me…
But I don't. I just stand at the gates, watching helplessly as my crying siblings are taken away.
'Don't let them take us'…that was what Thomas said. But I let them go…
As I lay down for the night, I know that there is a chance I will not sleep tonight. If I do, my dreams will be of Michael, of Thomas, and of my father…
Don't get me wrong, Dr. Faker's sons Kite and Hart are great. In fact, they remind me a lot of my younger brothers...
But that's just it; they're not my brothers so it's not the same. And the fact that they remind me so much of my younger brothers only makes the pain of losing them even worse.
I can see a great deal of Michael in little Hart.
Hart has blue hair and kind, golden eyes, quite the opposite of Michael's pink hair and green eyes, but other than that, he is very similar to Michael in size and in demeanor. Well, he's quite a bit younger than Michael, but his gentle demeanor is the same as that of my baby brother.
Kite reminds me a little bit of Thomas. They're not too far away from one another in age. But other than that, Kite doesn't seem to be as…well, for lack of a better word energetic. Normally, I would have to tell Thomas to calm down when he and Michael played because Thomas had a tendency to play rough from time to time, but that's typical for boys, I should know. But Kite seems quiet when he plays with Hart. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Hart is kind of sickly.
As much as I enjoy the two boys' company, it isn't the same as being with my real little brothers.
Thomas, Michael, wherever you are, I want you both to know that I love you very much and I miss you.
I'll find both of you again someday. Then we'll all be together again. Even if Father never returns, the three of us will be a family again. I promise you that.
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So, how was this first chapter? Let me know. Remember, no flames.
Next chapter: Quattro's thoughts on his brothers and the foster home he's in now.