Max and Fang - Age 7

Max's POV

"You spit on my shoes!" I screamed at a 7 year old Fang.

He raised his head and gave me a questioning look. "So?"

"Jerk!" I yelled, then kicked him in between the legs. He howled in pain and fell down on his back.

"Max kicked me!" He screeched.

I rolled my eyes, then winced as I felt Fang's fist connect with my nose. It started bleeding.

"Fang hit me!" I cried out, falling to the floor.

Jeb came running up the stairs, then stared at us. "Fang, to your room." He ordered. "Max, I need to talk to you."

"Fine." Fang limped to his bedroom.

Jeb gathered me up in his arms, carried me to my room, and cleaned up the blood. "Max, you need to be strong, okay? You're going to face tougher challenges than Fang."

"Okay." I sniffled, poking his chest, retracting my wings and gave him a hug.

"I'll go talk to Fang." He said, then left me on my bed, with things to think about.

The Next Morning


"Here you go." I said, handing Fang the black baseball hat. It had no designs on it, just black. I'd hoped he'd like it when I bought it from the store with Jeb.

"And here." He said, handing me a small brown bear. It was larger than my tiny hand. "I'm sorry I punched your nose." He apologized, looking down.

"I'm sorry I kicked your balls."

He gave me a tiny grin, then tried on the hat.

It was way too big for his head.

"It's okay." He said, his voice muffled by the hat.

"I'm naming this bear Kitty." I announced proudly, combing the bear's fur out of her eyes.

"Kitty." Fang laughed.

Instinctively, my leg kicked him in that place again.

"Ow!!!" He yelped, falling. Glaring, he grabbed my legs and pulled them out under me. I fell too. With a big thump.

"Hey, what's going here?" Iggy asked, entering the living room. Jeb had left for an errand, and he was in charge.

"Fang made me fall." I stated.

"I did not!" Fang protested. "You kicked me first."

We both got up angrily, glaring at each other.

"Because you made fun of Kitty!" I fumed.

"So?!" Fang asked incredulously.

After that reply, I kicked him. Again. You know where.

"Stop kicking me!" Fang moaned, rolling on the floor.

"Helloooo? Stop it!" Iggy yelled.

"SHUT UP!" Me and Fang shouted together.

"You shouldn't have made fun of Kitty!" I said.

"Well, it is a funny name." Fang reasoned, then prepared himself for another kick.

But I didn't kick him.

Instead, I said "Well, that hat looks stupid on you!"

"It does not!"

"Yes it does!"

"STOP IT!" Iggy screamed.

Me and Fang both angrily kicked both of his shins, and he fell.

Iggy sighed. "You guys are such a pain!" He whined.

The Next Day


"Fang took Kitty." I told Jeb.

"Kitty?"

"Fang gave me Kitty when he said sorry and now he took her again."

"Oh, I see." Jeb smiled.

Just then, Fang ran up to us with a wet bear. Kitty!

I began sobbing into Jeb's shirt. "Fang peed on Kitty!"

"No, honey. He didn't." Jeb patted my head, but I kept crying.

"Go and ask him." I muttered.

"Fang, did you…pee…on Kitty?" Jeb asked hesitantly.

I turned my head to look at Fang.

"That's a great idea!" he exclaimed, then started running to the bathroom.

I roared and tackled him. He managed to stand up, and I grabbed Kitty from his hands.

"You're not allowed to pee again!" I said, then kicked him in between the legs.

Present time

I examined the small bear in my hand, the flashback running through my mind.

I saw Fang walk by, and I looked down at 'Kitty'. I chuckled to myself.

Just so you know, Fang didn't pee on Kitty. He just accidentally dropped her in the sink.

Peace,

Zikkie