Summary: My Name Is Lopez. Like The Comedian. First Name, Tobio. I Believe In God, Angels, Mothers, And Bread. I Was 7 Years Old When My Parents Died And My Brother Went Missing On Christmas Eve, All At The Same Time. My Life Sounds Great So Far, Doesn't It?
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Generator Rex.
This Is A FanFiction I Wrote A Year Or Two Ago About Rex's Family. No, There Is No Cesar, And No, There Is No Mention Of Anyone Else In The Official Family Besides Rex. Slightly Based Off O "Milkweed" By Jerry Spinelli.
The Beginning Is Based Off Of Lovely Bones Trailer Because That Was THE Best Way To Introduce A Character/Story I Had Ever Seen. :D
ALSO! I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE FOR THE SPAINISH WORDS IN HERE! :D
Rated: T For… I'm Going To Be Lazy And Say "Rated T For Tobio~" X3
What The Radio Says: "Hanging By A Moment" By Lifehouse
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My name is Lopez. Like the comedian.
First name, Tobio.
I was 7 years old when my parents died.
We lived in Mexico at the time, in a small town that meant the words "Place where the cacti blooms". Mama thought the name was pretty, Papa didn't care as long as his work could still be funded.
Mama and Papa didn't get along a lot in those days. The only thing I remember about them, is yelling. Papa switched from espanol to English all the time, using the two like tools. Mama spoke Spanish only when she was angry. They didn't separate though because Mama was a strict Christian.
I speak like how I remember Papa did, and yell in Spanish like Mama. Most of the time I have to repeat my sentences since no one here speaks that way or knows much Spanish.
I also remember my hermano mayor (big brother).
Hermano (brother) had black hair and brown eyes. His favorite colors were rojo (red) and naranja (orange) and his favorite show was Transformers. The older the version, the more he liked it.
He liked Papa a lot. He always went to work with him. Papa worked in an underground lab as a scientist. It was underground because the chemicals needed to be kept cool and it was cooler underground.
Mama didn't like that.
She thought that the lab was infested with diablo (demon) sprits. So she never let me go, and I never wanted to.
Mama taught me everything she loved though; about Dios (God), art, music, los angeles (angels), and how to cook so I could learn how to feed myself. I loved to make bread from scratch with my mama best.
She taught me how to read and about our culture; once, without Papa's knowledge, we visited the Azteca (Aztec) ruins. Hermano got to come too. So I was happy to have him with us and we had lots of fun. My favorite part was when Mama bought us each a churro (a Mexican treat) and hermano played a game and won me a new ball.
When Papa asked one day, if I would like the visit his lab with hermano, I said no. Hermano thought I was being stubborn and tried to convince me to go, saying it'd be like when we visited the ruins. Papa said if I didn't want to go, he wouldn't force me.
The night before, Papa asked what I believed in.
"I believe in Dios (God), Papa."
"What else, Tobio?"
"I believe in los angeles (angels), and Mama, and bread."
"Bread?"
"Bread rises and does not taste good when it is not caliente (heated). Mama says that is because it likes to be near the hearth of the home, Papa. That is when it rises."
"Tobio, what about science?"
I blinked, "What about science?"
"Do you know any, hijo (son)?"
I paused, "Like what, Papa?"
"Like chemistry, neogentics, evolution, gravity! ¿Cuál ha sido tu madre te está enseñando? (What has your mother been teaching?)"
"Mama taught me about Senor Isaac Newton (Mister Isaac Newton), Papa, but I do not know what does other words mean, Lo siento, Papa… (I'm sorry, papa)"
Papa looked very sad that day.
The day that Papa had been waiting for was Nochebeuena (Christmas Eve). At first I thought it was because Navidad (Christmas) was just a night away, but it turned out to be because of a thing called Nanos (Nanites). Hermano was excited as well, but I did not know what "Nanites" were, so I concentrated on making my family's regalos de Navidad (Christmas presents).
For Mama I made her a El ojo de Dios craft (God's eye), using red, white, and green yarn to represent our country's flag.
For Hermano, I made a wooden star, unfortunately the blade was sordo (dull) and made my hands hurt, nobody knows they still do.
And for Papa, I drew as many pictures of our familia (family) as I could think of, all of them with us smiling, and bound them together with azul (blue) yarn. That was Papa's favorite color.
My hands hurt drawing the pictures for him because of the knife though, so they came out a big messy.
Christmas Eve, Papa and hermano went to the underground lab to see the Nanos (Nanites).
Mama was planning to wait before they came back to serve the Turqia (turkey) because "Christmas Eve is to be spent with family and friends". But Papa forgot his and hermano's lunches, so she left me to play in the backyard while she went and dropped off their food for them.
None of them came home that day.
I remember staring at the three boxes I had wrapped for my familia underneath our Christmas Tree.
I remember a men in combat suits coming into our home, and that a man with a severo (stern) face with Negro (black) sunglasses leading them. I remember the men with helmets over their faces calling him Seis (Six).
"… Are you Tobio Lopez?"
"Si, Senior 'Seis'. (Yes, Mister "Six")"
He gave me a look saying he was not happy with these next words, "…I'm sorry to inform you… that your father, Dr. Lopez, and your mother are dead."
"'Muerto' ("dead")? I don't understand…"
"Your father and a team were conducting a government experiment and accidentally set off an explosion of Nanites."
"B-But what about mi hermano? ¿lo quele pasó a mihermano?¿Se ha muertotambién?Por favor,señorSeis, me dicenque está bien! (What happened to my brother? Is he dead too? Please, Mister. Six, tell me he's okay!)"
Mister. Six didn't seem to understand me, so I spoke in English in a quiet, shaky voice.
"…Your brother is presently missing. We're doing all we can to find him."
I nodded dutifully, his words going in one ear and out the other, as I hugged myself, shaking. The man seemed to notice my messily bandaged hands that I had hidden from my family behind a pair of woven gloves.
Finally, I was able to move enough so I could reach hermano's present.
"Wh-When you find m-my big brother… P-P-Please give him this… Say it's from his hermano menor (little brother), Tobio…"
Mister Six took the gift and I went back to my usual state.
"…Okay kid… I'll give it to him…"
Five years have past since then, and that Christmas Eve with the cold turkey as my only company is nothing more than a sad memory that I prefer to leave untouched.
I went to social services for a while, but most my familia (family) though I was a demonio (demon) for what my father had mistakenly done. Forgetting all his inventions that HELPED the world, and remembering only his ONE mistake.
So they placed me in an orphanage in America and a single hardworking woman adopted me before long by the name of Sarah Jemma Jamison.
Sarah owned a boarding house near the border of Mexico and Texas. Even though she had people living there already, she claimed to be lonely. We have a brother/sister relationship instead of a mother/son one though, and thanks to me, everyone in the household were on the intermediate level of learning espanol, instead of the beginner level of a few colors and the numbers up to diez (10).
Before long, I had a new familia (family).
There was Amelia Goodwin, who preferred us calling her Nana after hearing me call her that after our first meeting, immediately liking how it rolled off her tongue. An old woman who although was also Christian, was not as strict as my mama, and seemed to believe that she was a joven y bella (young and beatiful) 16 year-old girl instead of 89 year-old woman that she was. Always hoping I'd get settled down (even though I was only 7 when she started this fantasy) and give her some grandkids (despite the fact we're not blood related) because she turned out to be unfetile and couldn't have any of her own, so she treats all of us like her kids, basically praying we'd give her at least ONE, no matter how young we were. Pointing out things about random chicas (girls) to me, whether they were my age or 31, that I'd rather never repeat or should she have said to a 7 year-old boy.
There was also Jonathon Page, who prefers Johnny though I still call him Mr. Page, and his twin girls, Hannah and Hana. Mr. Page was a science-fiction writer (And that's his favorite joke; Page, writer), and because I felt bad for not knowing much about science as my papa would've wanted, he was willing to teach me more about science after I'd come from school with his hijas (daughters).
Hannah and Hana were both blondes with blue eyes and are the same age as me. When they were younger they would've been impossible to tell apart. Now however, it was quite easy.
Hannah grew her hair long and liked to sew her own clothes, most of the time them resembling dresses from the early 90's. Her favorite color is rosa (pink) and her favorite animals are "conejos yperros" ("bunnies and puppies"). She was addicted to the hard candy and cookies that Nana would make and thought I was asombroso cocinar (amazing cook) as well. Hana's plan for when she grows up is to marry a novia de la infancia (childhood sweetheart), give birth to 9 kids, and work at her own bakery. The only problem with her plan was that I was her only guy friend so far, therefore Hannah was convinced I'd be her future marido (husband) and treats me as such even though I don't return her feelings (she said she doesn't care and that I'd fall in love with her eventually).
Nana liked Hannah best because of the 9 grandkids.
Hana was a different story. Hana cut her hair to shoulder length though she left the two front parts to go down to her shoulders, which she did with a self-barber job with Crayola scissors. She liked to buy her clothes at Hot Topic and usually wore normal or skinny jeans and funny t-shirts. She was a member of the soccer and swim teams, the captain of the track team, and was sure to be the captain of baloncesto (basketball) team next year when the old captain graduated. She dyed her hair different streaks every few months mixing together Kool-Aid and her conditioner. Hana's plan was to write fiction/short stories in her free time (which she already started doing), win the Juegos Olímpicos (Olympics) in whatever she could do and get nothing lower than silver when she did. She wanted to be like Sarah afterwards and adopt a few kids as a single, working mom, except she wanted to be either a journalist in the New York Times or a co-anchor host on the Today show after going to Yale for colegio (college).
And she is my best friend and I'm glad she is, but I'm rather surprised she isn't all that popular at our escuela (school), Oakwood.
There was also Markus and Destiny Parker. Markus used to be an amateur boxeador (boxer) and won a few medals (he never tried to be a professional, he said they rig those things) before retiring to be an electricista (electrician), mostly for telephone poles, after marrying his wife, Destiny. Markus used to live in a rough neighborhood in Boston and everybody agrees, his los padres (parents) did a good job with him. Markus is temperamental and is in love with the baseball/Red Sox so much, that he'll "destroy" one of his friends who are a ventilador (fan) of the opposite team, but otherwise, he turned out to be a great guy with that kind of neighborhood.
Destiny is an "uptown girl" and used to be quite rich until her family cut off her herencia (inheritance) after she married Markus. Apparently they agreed he was a nice guy and all, but they were easily embarrassed with his behavior and "lack of knowledge towards class". They also thought that he just married their daughter for the money. But look-it-here! Seven years after living on a just a small medium wage, and he's still in amar (love) with her! Thankfully, one of the parents understood that, and in his or her will they get the inheritance after they die, not before. Until then, they are on their own. (Apparently they prefer it that way)
Anyway, Destiny is really pretty with her long marron (brown) hair, and is really good at improving "commoner objects" into stuff she's more used to, that skill making Hannah want to be her aprendiz (aprentice) so "Tobio doesn't have to worry about money for me after we're married~". She's a hopeless romantico (romantic) and because of that, she's on Hannah's side about trying to get me to fall in love with her, which makes Hannah love her more. The two have around the same style clothes-wise, but Hannah's is simpler and she makes it instead of mixing and matching stuff at tiendas de segunda mano (thrift stores).
Other than the small molestia (annoyance) that she's a Hannah/Tobio fan, I like Destiny pretty well. She likes to teach me new recetas (recipes) that she memorized from high-class chefs and I teach her about how to make more simple stuff that I learned with Mama. She's not all that good at cooking, and I'm pretty sure she could burn water if she put her mind to it, but she's TRYING to learn…
While Markus works on telephone polls and such, Destiny makes and sells anything she can do and sells it underneath a gazebo during the Mercado del Agricultor (Farmer's Market). She usually sells my cooking as well and she has quite a few loyal customers. She's saving up her money so she can open a small café.
Sarah also has a Golden Retriever-Beagle mix named Hubble. Mr. Page liked Hubble right away because he likes that particular satelite (satellite). But Sarah says she named him that because if she hadn't heard that name on the news from the TV, Hubble's name would've become "D*mn-it-you-dumb-son-of-a-b*tch" because Hubble wasn't potty trained when she first got him and he is Sarah's first mascotas (pet)… So usually it's me that takes care of Hubble, sometimes it's somebody else, but never Sarah, who thanks to Hubble, now knows she's a gatito-persona (cat-person).
Since Sarah, Hubble, and I also live in the boarding house, every libre (spare) room is full. (Hana wishes there was one more room though so she and Hannah didn't have to share) The only bad news with this two-story house is that there's only one bathroom and one TV with ocho (8) people in it.
The town I now live in is called "Lake Royalwater, Michigan" with a population of 1,032. It is one of the very few towns that hasn't had any EVO ataques (attacks) which we all hope stays that way...
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"Hey~! Tobio! Hana! Wait up~!"
I groaned as I looked at Hana, giving her a look of "Can we please leave this loco chica (crazy girl)?"
Hana snickered no and that this WAS her sister after all, forcing us to stop walking and wait for Hannah to catch up.
I felt annoyed when she wrapped her arms around me from behind, kicking up a leg to show how happy she was.
"Hola, sweetie~"
I looked at Hana, who unlike her twin, I actually liked (as a friend), mouthing "Kill me now". Hana laughed and shook her head no.
"…You can let go of me now, chica (girl)."
Hannah hugged me tighter, "You smell nice~"
I raised my eyebrow, "Thanks…? It's cloro from the piscina though, chica…"
Not registering that I just said "It's chlorine from the pool", she dug her face deeper into my back (since I had a messenger backpack instead of a regular one, this was easy for her to do), "It smells heavenly on you, Tobio~"
I gave Hana a look of "Is she for real?" since I could tell by her snickers she could understand what I just said.
Finally letting me go, we continued walking home.
"Hey, Toby," Hannah began, using her weird nickname for me that she created "because every couple has nicknames for each other", "Look what I was able to make on the computer~!"
I turned my eyes to whatever this girl in a rosa/blanco (pink/white) polka-dotted dress was holding up and I groaned loudly in Spanish, "Oh Dios, no. (Oh God, no)"
"It's a picture I generated using this program on the Internet to show what'd our babies look like!"
Hana vainly tried to cover up her laugher.
"Oh, callate ella, es SU carne y sangre (Oh, shut up, she's YOUR flesh and blood)."
"Aren't they cute~!" Hannah continued, "I want to name the girl Inca, after the Inca people in your culture-"
"The Incas didn't live in Mexico, sister dear. The AZTECS were." Hana interrupted
"Oh, Hana, Hana, you have MUCH to learn about your future brother-in-law's culture."
My eye twitching I replied, "The Incas lived in South America, Hannah."
"…Oh. Well, I wanted to name the boy here…!" Hannah continued, carrying on as if nothing happened
After about two blocks of this torture, we were interrupted.
"Hey, Lopez! You sure you're a guy? 'Cause with those two girls swarmed around you, I'm starting to think you don't even have a d*ck!" a couple from boys from our grade laughed
The three of us gave those two, Richard and Michael, three different reactions to what they just said.
I, for one, just sighed and stopped walking, knowing what was coming next.
Hana glared at them, and told me calmly, "Don't listen to them, Tobio, they're just looking for attention. Ignore them, and they'll grow bored."
Hannah however…
"Oooooh! You big fat jerks! Toby is TOO a man, and he can kick your butts any day of the week!"
"Aw~ Too chicken to defend yourself 'Toby'~?" Michael, who had the face of a weasel and the greasy gray hair to match, sneered
"Oh, I know you~ You're Lopez's girlfriend, aren't you~? Huh, but I wonder how REALLY wears the pants in this relationship, eh Michael?" Richard chuckled at the last part to himself, making his porcupine gelled hair jiggle with his fat belly
"Don't you call Tobio, Toby! That's MY nickname for Toby you scum-bags! Toby, give them a piece of your mind too!"
I sighed, seeing that Hannah wasn't going to let this go, like always.
I turned to the boys and stated simply with an expressionless face, "Sólo quiero ir a casa. Déjame en paz. (I just want to go home. Leave me alone)."
Since Hana and Hannah were the only ones who were able to decode what I said, though since they were not fluent, they were still translating in their minds, while the two bone-heads (incorrectly) assumed I just insulted them.
"Oh yeah you son of a b*tch? I dare you to say that in ENGLISH!"
I rolled my eyes as I turned, "What am I? Your personal translator? Go use Google, or better yet, idiotas (idiots), go find a Spanish-To-English dictionary and LOOK IT UP."
"Yeah, well, I DOUBLE dare you!"
I stopped and smiled victoriously as Hana and Hannah hurried to catch up with me, "Are you serious, idiotas (idiots)? I'm not 7."
"I TRIPLE-DOG dare you to say it, Lopez!"
I sighed, still waving, "Adiós,alos perrossin valor (Goodbye, you worthless dogs)."
"GET BACK HERE LOPEZ!" they yelled as Hana and Hannah ran to catch up with me
"No gracias! (No thanks!)"
Hana jokingly patted me on the head once Michael and Richard were out of our sight, "Good Tobio~ Good boy~"
Hannah gave me a hug, "Yeah! Only MY future husband could figure out a way to defend himself without violence~!"
"No thanks to you." Hana scolded, "You were egging those guys on! The best way to handle bullies, is to ignore them."
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes, smirking, as I pried Hannah off me, "Be peaceful, Hannah."
Hannah began skipping up ahead, "Well, those naughty boys needed a LITTLE scolding! Couldn't have them think that the future Mrs. Lopez would just let them get away with insulting Mr. Lopez!"
I gave Hana another look of "Please. Have mercy on my poor soul and kill me".
She laughed.
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News travels fast in this town. Excellent evidence of that happened when Destiny pounced on me before I even fully walked through the door.
"Tobio! Tobio, are you okay? I already called those bad boys mothers! They'll have a harsh talking to when they get home! Oh are you okay? Did they beat you up too bad, defending Hannah's honor as woman?" She started examining my face for bruises and battle scars as Hubble entered the room, jumping up and down, barking hello
Too bad that news usually gets all twisted and turned until its no longer true.
"What are you talking about?" Hana asked as she took off her shoes, "There was no fight, Destiny. They just randomly bad mouthed TOBIO, not Hannah. But Tobio did the right thing and didn't get violent."
"…Oh. Well, I'm glad no one got hurt."
"Oh, but Destiny! You should have seen it! Toby was so heroic and wise! It was so inspiring~! You should have seen it!" Hannah cooed, hugging Destiny
"Wow, Tobio! That's great!" Destiny smiled widely, "That should be your title Tobio The Wise Lopez~! It has a nice ring to it doesn't it!"
"Ohmigawd, YES! Toby, that's just PERFCECT for you~!"
"Come on Hannah, let's go upstairs, and you can tell me EVERYTHING!"
I blinked.
Wow.
An entire conversation, all about me…
And I got no say in it.
"Aw, so the kid didn't kick those punks *sses?" Markus frowned as he bent down to me, still dressed in his Electrian uniform, holding Hubble who was rubbing his head against Markus' shirt with his tongue hanging out, trying to get the man to pet him
"Nope. They weren't worth the energy." I shrugged
Markus gave me a noogie, "Well, next time, tell me and I'll show those idiots that The Slayer hasn't lost his… delicate touch."
I chuckled, "Bueno, voy a pasar el mensaje (Well, I'll pass on the message)."
"Don't all big-headed just because you know The Slayer, kid. I got to go to work, thought you might need some help healing up those 'battle scars'." He walked out the door, gently throwing Hubble back inside
"Well, thanks for worrying about me, Markus. See you at dinner." I waved as he closed the door
"Well," Hana sighed as she stood up, picking up Hubble with her, "Should we go put out stuff away, or go make the record clear for Nana, dad, and Sarah first?"
I thought about it for a minute, "…Eh, with Nana, she'll probably spread more absurdo (absurd) rumors, so yes… I'll see your Papa for my science lesson, so I might as well… And Sarah's car isn't here, so when she comes home she'll probably be looking for me like Ardid E. Coyote a Correcaminos (Wile E. Coyote to Roadrunner). You go ahead with homework, I'll be there in a dia dos (second)."
"Okay, good luck with Nana, Tobio."
"I'll need it, gracis." I sighed as I went up the stairs while Hana went to the kitchen table
It didn't take me long to figure out which door was Nana's. Just look for the door with random male stars stuck all over it.
I knocked, "Nana? It's Tobio, can I come in or are you doing something inquietante (disturbing) again?"
"Oh, Tobio! My precious little grandson! Come in, come in~!"
I hesitantly opened the door, sighing in relief when I saw Nana just on her pink computer.
Nana is a woman who has had enough plastic surgery that you can tell if you look hard enough but NOT enough so that she looks fake and creepy. It's sort of like talking to your old aunt who hates that word 'cause she believes it makes her sound old and looks both young and old. My favorite thing about her is her ojos (eyes), which she can't change like her face; a sort of marron-rojo (brown-red), copper color that reminded me of my hermano. Today she was still wearing her nightgown and no make up, which only happened on the days she hasn't stepped out of the house.
All around her walls, which I quickly learned to not look at, was either a) more celebrity crushes or b) memorabilia from when she was younger. Once she sees you looking at her walls, she starts explaining who each and every photo is and their life story. Unless you wish know what being bored to death feels like, I'd recommend staring at her carpeted floor.
"How is my little man~? Have you made any grandkids with Hannah ye-"
"Oh Dios mío, ¡NO! No hables de eso, Nana! (Oh good lord, NO! Don't talk about that, Nana!)" I yelled as I put my hands over my ears
She giggled as if I was a child dressed up as Superman, immature and childish.
"But with you protecting Hannah's virginit-"
"That did not happen Nana! All they did was insult ME and I just walked away! Hannah had nothing to do with it! All she did was insult them back!" I interrupted immediately, running out the door, slamming it behind me
Nana was like that. Perverted and overwhelming.
I sighed as I opened Mr. Page's door, Mr. Page was an understand, calm man, Hana inheriting those traits from him. The only problem with him is that he hasn't caught onto very much Spainish yet so I have to try and restrain myself from speaking too advanced words.
"Ah, Tobio, hello." He smiled as he turned around in his rolling chair, his laptop showing a fully written Word document, "Are you ready for today's lesson?"
"Yes Mr. Page, but first, I'd like to set the record straight about what happened after school toda-"
"Don't bother, Tobio. I heard it all from Hannah and Destiny when they were walking by. I didn't even know people today still spread rumors like gossiping old ladies." He laughed
I sighed, relieved, "Gr-Gracis (thank you) Mr. Page."
"And before you say anything, Sarah already called me asking about you, and I told her the truth; that it was just a couple of boys picking a fight that you walked away from. She's very proud and she's thinking of picking up some fast food on the way back to celebrate."
"In other words, Sarah had a cr*ppy day and is too lazy to make dinner so she's using me as an excuse."
"Exactly, my dear student, you learn the customs around here fast." He laughed
I smiled, "I'm going to do my homework with Hana now, can we start our lesson afterwards?"
"Of course, you can come ask me for help anytime." Mr. Age smiled as he turned back to his laptop
"Thank you, Mr. Page."
I smiled as I closed Mr. Page's door, I shuddered when I looked at Nana's, stopping at Destiny's door. I knocked twice, causing the two female voices inside to become quite, "Hana and I are starting our homework now, Hannah. Just letting you know."
"Okay! Thanks Toby! I'll be down there in a second! Don't miss me too much, okay?"
"…Who said I was que falta (missing) you? I'm just letting you know because you're still confused about our geometry homework right?"
Before she could answer about how sweet that was of me or something else that would twist around my words, I went down the stairs.
Hana looked up when I arrived.
"…What'd Nana think?"
I shuddered again, "Por favor, no lo hacen pedir. (Please, don't ask)"
Which just caused Hana to laugh, "H-Hey, do you understand number 6 in our history homework? I can't remember this stuff for the life in me…"
"Let me see…"
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Agent Six.
There's a man in Providence dressed in green with black sunglasses who fights with swords, and even enters fear in his comrades except for select few. He is the sixth most deadly man in the world and never fails a mission. His heart is said to be cold as ice, if you meet his eyes without his glasses, you're said to end up in the hospital, bump into him and you'll be cursed for a year, meet his blade, and you'll go to an early grave.
He was usually chosen for the rough missions, and once in a while towards the beginning of these last 5 years, to tell families and friends that their loved ones, both the ones that went EVO-on-the loose and the victims of those attacks, that they were dead.
All of those families, all over the world, were on one of two sides; denial ("YOU'RE LIEING!") or despair ("N-No… Oh …Oh p-please, no…").
Six opened his closet, searching for his spare shoes that he hid whenever that monkey placed a Bobo Bomb in them.
His fingers found a box and he pulled it towards him. Behind his darkened glasses, the man blinked when he pulled the box into the light.
The box was wrapped in green wrapping paper that was ripped on some edges, and the red ribbon was undone so, all there was, was a knot.
He turned the box over, wondering if this was a forgotten Christmas present to him or possibly from him.
He noticed the small tag, almost ripped off the ribbon. He lifted it up and squinted when he saw that it was written in another language.
"Feliz Navidadhermano mayor!/A:REX/DE:TOBIO" (Merry Christmas big brother!/TO: REX/FROM: TOBIO)
His eyes widened slightly as he read over the word "Rex".
He searched his memory, trying to remember who the box was from…
"… Are you Tobio Lopez?"
"Si, Senior 'Seis'."
"…I'm sorry to inform you… that your father, Dr. Lopez, and your mother are dead."
The boy… Tobio Lopez… the boy with the bandaged hands, trying to hide them behind a pair of winter gloves… the boy who's father's assistant accidentally set off the Nanite Explosion, taking away almost everyone who had been there's lives, including his mother who had… who had been there to drop of her husband's lunch… There was somebody else too… Tobio… Tobio had a—
"Wh-When you find m-my big brother… P-P-Please give him this… Say it's from his hermano meno, Tobio…"
An older brother. That went missing the same day.
Six put the box next to him, searching for his spare shoes again.
He certainly wasn't going to show Rex a possible lead to his family in his socks.
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"Rex, are you sure you want to do this?" Noah asked as the helicopter they had hijacked from Providence fell to the ground, Rex already off it
"Come on Noah! Tobio might be my little brother! Of course I've got to know!" Rex argued, his brow furrowed as he clutched tightly onto the wooden star in his hands
"Rex, I-I'll admit your DNA matches Tobio's, and I want a happy ending to all this too, but he might not be ready for his older brother to suddenly walk back into his life five years later."
"How can you say that?" Rex yelled, his back to Noah as he held onto the star with both hands, the writing inside it carved messily in it reading "I Love You Hermano"
"…If you really want to do this," Noah combed his banes, getting the folder they took printed out from the Providence database, "I'll help."
"….So, where's his house?"
Noah opened the folder, the papers having been Tobio's file, fake sobbing at the last part, "Uh… 312 Third Street, and since this is Twelfth Street, we got some walking to do."
They continued walking, looking at the classic homes that must have been built in the early 90's. The stores looked old as well, though the stuff they sold was more modern.
"Hey, Rex, look," Noah smiled, looking at a green sign reading 'Oakmont Academy: 2 miles', "Tobio walks down this road every day to and from school with his friends."
"Cool…" Rex smiled slightly, "Dios (God), I hope he's my brother…"
"Even though it means the rest of your family thinks your demons and your parents are dead?" Noah asked jokingly
"Yeah… He might know about my past."
Noah frowned slightly, "Rex, he was 7 last he saw you, there's some stuff he's bound to NOT remember. And the file says he was traumatized by the accident for 6 months until this lady adopted him. He may have forced himself to forget… And even if he does remember it all, he's only going to know up until you disappeared, he's not going to know anything that happened to you after that."
Rex sighed, his face a mixture of unease and worry, "I know… But he might remember something..."
Seeing this, Noah smiled and patted Rex's back reassuringly, "Ah, don't worry about it Rex, he's sure to remember he has a big brother! And that's all that really matters, right?"
"Yeah…"
Noah opened the file, "You sure you don't want to see his photo? He looks a lot like you."
"So he looks hot?" Rex joked, smirking, "Nah, I want to see him for myself."
Noah shrugged, "In my opinion, asking if your brother is hot is nasty, but to each his own I guess."
Rex laughed, "You know what I mean…"
"Yes, I do, but that does NOT mean I'm going to acknowledge it."
Rex smiled, scoffing.
The rest of the way there was more or less silent, with Rex rising up to a couple of new questions about his brother than Noah would answer using the file for reference.
Finally, they reached the 312 Third Street house, about a block away, Noah gave him a last look, "Six said we have one hour."
Rex nodded sadly and looked at the two-story blue house. Most of the buildings around the house were stores, and since it was almost 9 o'clock, almost all of the buildings around the blue one were dark.
They kept walking to it until they were at the window revealing the dining room to the street. Noah watched with a smile as Rex smiled as he watched the odd family having a dinner of In-And-Out.
There were two girls that may have been sisters sitting next to one another, the one with the red streaks in her hair was telling a story to the table, using hand motions to explain what was happening. Her sister was sitting next to her and would sometimes interrupt, probably adding something to the story. On the other side of the storyteller, a seat separating them, was a man who looked enough like the girls to have been their father, except he had brown hair. He was nodding as he calmly ate his French fries, a smile on his face as he listened.
Across from them was a woman with long brown hair wearing a nice dress, looking too happy, whether or not it was because of the burger she was eating or the story was unknown. Next to her was a man with a loose cigarette in his mouth, smirking as he sipped his soda, as if he was watching a game with his team winning by a mile, still watching because he wanted to see the look on the losers face.
Next to him was a woman that looked both old and young, she was wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe and was eating a salad. Once in a while she'd ask a question and the storyteller would turn red and yell something that obviously "NO!" causing the table to either erupt into laughter or say what Noah was pretty sure was "Ohmigawd! Don't talk about that!", "Shut up!", "It burns!", etc when she did.
Standing as if she was planning to serve something but wanted to hear the story first, was a woman with brown hair that may have been dyed that color, three earrings on one ear, and bulky headphones around her neck. She was wearing a green plaid shirt and jeans and a jean jacket. She had a face saying she had a bad day and was happy to be home. Noah remembered from the side photo that this woman was Sarah.
Running across the floor was a dog with light brown-gold fur with a black muzzle, and it was small enough to obviously be counted as a puppy. It was gently barking at the people who'd offer him a French fry every once in a while that the dog could not refuse.
But the most important person in that room, was the one next the storyteller and what may be her father. He had shaggy black hair that hung down and when the light hit it, it gave off a ring of silver around his head. He was wearing a dark gray shirt that had a suit print over it and ripped jeans. He had Hispanic colored skin, and dark green eyes. He was eating a milkshake and once in a while he'd point at the storyteller with his spoon, and whatever he said would make the storyteller chuckle and Noah guess was "Shut up" while the table laughed.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was Tobio Lopez.
"…Ready?" Noah smiled encouragingly
Rex was nodded, still looking at the boy until he began walking up the wooden steps to the front door. He hesitated as he rang the doorbell and Noah felt like he was watching two different programs as Tobio stood up, saying that he'd get it, and Sarah probably saying "I wonder who'd be here at this hour".
Noah trudged up the stairs to follow Rex, reaching him just as the door opened.
Green eyes stared at copper ones, both silent for a second, as the dog came to door and let out a half-hearted bark that sounded strangely like "HELLO!"
"Uh, can I help you, Senor?" Tobio asked as he closed the door, probably to keep the dog from going out
For once in Rex's life, at the absolute worst moment too, he was speechless.
Tobio raised an eyebrow and looked at Noah, "¿Qué hay de usted? (What about you?) Do you need help?"
Seeing that Rex was going to not be any help Noah spoke, "Hey, my name is Noah and this is my friend… What's yours?"
"…Tobio Lopez."
Noah nodded, "Nice name. Uh listen, my friend does need help. You see, he's looking for someone-"
"Where do they live?"
"We have reasons to believe that person is in this house." Noah answered, "But, please, just listen, Tobio… My friend here, he's looking for a family member very close to him."
"Uh HUH…" Tobio leaned against the doorframe, his body language identical to that of Rex's
"But he and that family member were separated some years ago," Noah continued, "And we're trying to find him," Tobio knelt down, "Do you know anybody like that?"
"Not off the top of my head, Senor. Maybe you have the wrong house. Do you have this family member's name?"
"Tobio."
"What, Senor?" Tobio asked, thinking that Noah was going to ask him another question
"His name is Tobio Lopez. And my friend here's name is Rex."
Tobio's eyes widened as he shifted his weight away from the doorframe. He looked at Rex in surprise and his eyes traveled down to the star in his hand, and then back to Rex's nervous face.
"Her-Hermano?"
"…H-Hey Tobio ... Ha pasado un tiempo, ¿eh? (It's been a while, huh?)" Rex managed out, letting out an awkward chuckled at the end
Looking at the two brothers, Noah could see even more similarities between them. Tobio would strum his fingers against the air like Rex did when he was nervous, which he was doing as well at that moment. The two switched their Spanish on and off at random times. His facial features seemed somewhat similar to Rex, though his aura gave off a more peaceful and wise then his brother's punch-first-ask-questions-later.
Noah couldn't help but feel like a third wheel when Tobio immediately hugged Rex, his brother giving him an awkward one back.
Noah watched in slight confusion as he saw the young/old woman in the fuzzy pink bathrobe watching them and then hurrying away when she saw Noah looking at her.
"It's offical!" the woman loudly told the table, "Tobio…My precious little man… is gay!"
Noah and Rex felt their cheeks grow red as Tobio separated from Rex to lean inside the house as he and the whole table yelled, "NANA!"
Tobio looked back awkwardly at Rex and Noah, "…D-Do you want to come in? We have extra burgers."
Rex smiled, "We got an hour right?"
Noah shrugged, smirking as the two of them walked into the happy home, "Maybe two or three."
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I Originally Wrote This A Year Or Two Ago, But Deleted It Because Tobio Didn't Really Sound… Human. For One Thing, He Wasn't Fazed By His Parents Deaths And Sounded Almost Bored When He Was Told He Was An Orphan. Plus, He Didn't Seem To Know Much Spanish.
Second, I Kept Agent Six's Name Because He Was The Sixith Deadliest Man That Did Not Have To Happen Only During The Evo Incident, He Could've Become In The Top 10, Well, Ten Years Ago.
Third, Tobio Did Not Forget His Brother's Name, He Just Always Called Him "Hermano". Sort Of Like A Nickname. Plus, If I Told You His Name Was Rex, That Would've Ruined The Whole Story Now Wouldn't It Have!
I For One, Really Enjoyed This Story And The Characters In It~! :D
Except For Nana. = =
Nana Disturbs Me…
But She Fit In Well With The Family, So I Had To Keep Her On.
But Still…
Bad Perverted Nana… Baaaaaaaad.
Also, Nana In Spanish Means "Grandma" But Nana Doesn't Know That, She Just Likes How It Rolls Off Of Peoples' Tongues. Xd