I don't own anything. Written by M~
Alfred F. Jones read the daily newspaper as his grandchildren were in the basement playing video games. The birds were chirping as the sun shone into the kitchen through the small window. He took a sip of his coffee and went back to flipping through the pages of the paper. He reminisced of years ago and past events since today was the anniversary of his younger brother's death. He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder so he looked up to see his husband, Arthur, staring down again. The hand of his lover came and brushed away the tears he didn't know he had started to shed.
"Our dear grandchildren are fighting again, I believe over a video game matter. Do you mind dealing with it?" his lover whispered into his ear.
He nodded absentmindedly as he stood up from the kitchen table. Alfred walked slowly through the ancient hallways of his house to the basement door. He looked at the pictures on the wall of his brother and his lover, all of their adoptive children and their grandchildren. When he arrived he heard a few muffled screams and swung the door open and raced down the thirteen stairs. He saw two children tackling each other on the ground while on the television screen there were monsters running around and the two screens were blood red, representing the death of the player. He looked back to his grandson, Peter, and his great nephew who he considered his grandchild, Kumajirou. Kumajirou looked a lot like his grandfather but he was hidden underneath Peter.
"What are you doing, boys?" Alfred asked. Peter stood up off of Kumajirou and smiled.
"He wants to join the army and go fight! I don't want him to leave though," explained Kumajirou with tears in his eyes. Alfred was taken aback as Peter nodded furiously at this concept.
"I wanna be a hero like you," exclaimed Peter with a huge toothy grin. Alfred took a step back and sat down on the couch. Kumajirou climbed up and sat on his grandfather's lap. He hugged him tightly while Peter came up and sat next to him in silence.
"Why are you crying Grandpa?" Peter said while putting his head on Alfred's shoulder. Kumajirou wiped the tears away that were falling from his grandfather's face.
"Children, I have a story to tell you about a real hero. It's about little Kuma's grandpa, my brother and one of the bravest men I have ever known," started Alfred into a long, emotional tale that would not be quick to end...