So this is my new story. My good friend asked me to write something about Pyro so...here it is! Enjoy reading and rewiew please. Rewiews always makes my day better ;-)

P.S. Sorry for all the grammar. I'm the grammar dummy so don't be mad at me.

At least man! It was a day off and everyone can do what he wants to do. At morning, I felt terrific; I was looking forward to activities with guys and perfect day. But my expectations were blown away ten or twenty minutes after the breakfast. Everybody went away! Soldier was ordering some supplies in his office, Sniper was on his view again and he was enjoying his solitude. Demoman was drinking (What else could man expect from him?) Heavy was talking with Spy about something inappropriate for me, because when I wanted to join them, they both stopped talking and stared at me with that 'GTFO' gaze. And Medic disappeared. I think that he was with his stupid pigeons, talking to them and giving them better care, then to his patients. I decided to walk around the battlefield and beat something with my bat. Geez, that was probably the worst day off ever! I was walking around our base and then I heard something. Some inhuman voice, murmuring something inside the wooden building. I raised my bat and entered the base. My steps were inaudible and the source of the sound was getting closer. My grip around the bat tightened as I entered the basement of the building. The sounds were going louder and louder; it's source was just behind the corner. I looked there and eased the grip. My hands went back to my sides as I saw our RED Pyro in the room. I absolutely forgot about him. But on the other hand, why wouldn't I? He wasn't my friend or anyone's friend. He was always alone and nobody cared about him. But what is he doing? It looked like he was standing in front of some big glass aquarium with strong lamp above it. He was probably singing some song, but it came out as a typical Pyro mumbling. But then I saw some movement in the aquarium. I made few steps closer and stopped behind Pyro's back. I opened my mouth and forgot to suppress an admiration moan. Pyro heard it, jerked and turned to me with his hand on his heart. I bet I scared him to death.

"Muh mhhm mhh mhhm muhhhr mh mhhh!" He told me. It sounded really reproachful.

"Yeah, I'm sorry man. But what do you have in that aquarium?" Pyro made a step back and tried to cover the glass wall of the vivarium.

"Nothing ." I could hear that very clearly. I stood on my tip toes and tried to look in the aquarium anyway.

"Is that a butterfly inside?" I continued.

"No." He was now trying to push me away from the glass, but I was faster and in a second I was standing in front of it. I wasn't wrong. There were butterflies. Plenty of butterflies in different sizes and colors. They were flying around the twigs and leaves that were placed there. On the bottom of aquarium was a thick layer of soil with grass. Some butterflies were sitting on pieces of apple and orange and they were sucking the sweet nectar. I saw caterpillars walking happily on the limbs and discovering their world. There were even some cocoons with evoluting creatures. Pyro made really annoyed gesture and tried to push me away again. But it didn't work. After a while I finished my starring and looked at him with totally different opinion on him.

"Man, You…" I was totally astonished. Pyro turned back to me and pulled down his mask. He sat behind the table that I saw just now. He drowned his face in his hands. I could only see his black raven hair.

"I what? I suck? I am what, complete it!" He told me angrily. I heard his hard Spanish accent. His voice was much different then I imagined it. It was…normal. I always imagined Pyro as some faceless god-forsaken cruel creature that finds its joy in setting people on fire. But there was a normal guy, young guy that likes butterflies.

"You've created the whole habitat. The whole god damn habitat." He lifted his head from his palms and turned his head a little bit to me. Just a little bit, so I saw only his ear and a little of his eye. Just really little piece of it, only a corner of it. He lifted his eyebrow (Or both, I don't know).

"That's awesome." I ended. He ran his hand through his hair and smiled. I guess he smiled.

"Thank you." He said. And after that we were both bonded in awkward silence. I was standing in front of the big aquarium and Pyro was still sitting on the chair. But then he cleaned his throatand spoke to me.

"You're the only one who knows about them. " He said and pointed at the butterflies.

"So I will be really glad, when you will keep it..."

"As a secret, yes I will." I ended his sentence. And then something started to knock really tenderly on the inner side of the glass wall. I looked there and saw beautiful big blue butterfly trying to fly through it. I took a closer look.

"You know, they are really cute." I said, poking at the glass.

"Huh? You like them?" He asked, totally surprised.

"Not at all. Just partially."

"Well, if you want, you can come over sometimes and help me with taking care of them. In last days I saw more caterpillars than usually." I smiled a little.

"OK, I guess I could." I said and then there was that awkward silence again.

"Umm, I think that I should go." I said. Pyro muttered something like 'bye' or something and I left the basement. I headed to my room. I was confused. Pyro was a normal guy. That's a surprise for me. But what about my…behavior? What about all my polite phrases said against Pyro? I used to be…rough and rash and careless. Or was it just affectation? I mean the rough things. In the basement I felt…naturally. Then I realized that I was standing in my room and staring at the bed. I closed the door and fell on the mattress. I needed to think about this all. Wow, I don't remember myself thinking a lot.