A/N: Here is chapter 2. I thank Jean, Durbe the Barian, The Little Black ROse, Guest, Akiza Blackmore, Girl with the Fireheart, and Mtvlion2003 for all of the reviews on chapter 1. Now enjoy this brand new, incredibly long chapter.

Disclaimer: I am not Shin Yoshida, so logically I can't own Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal or any of the characters, which is good because I don't own either of those things, and I have no intention of dealing with this in the courts.

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The dark blue eyes of Quinton Arclight watched as a shooting star raced across the night sky. He couldn't help but remember back when he and his brothers were children and would make wishes on such stars. But now, he no longer saw any point in trivial things like that. There was only one way to make things work out for you in life: by achieving your goals yourself, not by wishing for them.

The eldest Arclight stared out the window, his eyes focused on the outside world hazed over by the window pane. The snow still showed no signs of going away anytime soon. In fact, from the looks of the sky, more was probably on the way.

Only a few feet away from the window, tucked safely into a hospital bed, slept Trey, the youngest of the three Arclight brothers.

The moment Quinton shifted his cold gaze to Trey, his normally icy eyes softened slightly. Though the twenty-year-old Number Hunter nearly always maintained a cold, reserved, and stoic demeanor, he still cared a great deal for his two little brothers. That had become evident today when he found out that Trey had been attacked by a gang of boys. Quattro had been furious, demanding to know who dared to attack the fifteen-year-old boy. Though Quinton had not voiced his anger as intensely as his younger brother, he was just as outraged and vowed to make the people responsible pay. No matter what he had to do, no matter how long it took, Trey's attackers would answer for what they had done.

The Arclights were very familiar with the concept of revenge. They were still in the process of preparing to take revenge on Dr. Faker for what he had done to the once happy family.

Still keeping his eyes on his sleeping brother, Quinton slowly made his way to the younger boy's bedside. Messy pink curls sprawled out beside Trey's head on his pillow.

Quinton couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at the gentle, relaxed expression gracing his kid brother's porcelain features, accented by the pale moonlight streaming in from the large window.

With uncharacteristic delicacy, the silver-haired duelist brushed Trey's bangs away from his eyes. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the bandage covering Trey's forehead. Whoever had attacked him had left several bruises on his face and a cut beneath his bangs.

Quinton's azure eyes once again glanced at the calm, serene expression on Trey's face as the younger boy rested, despite the pain that he was most likely in due to the number of injuries that he had sustained. The expression on his face seemed to contradict the scratches, bruises, and assorted bandages, finger splints, and the casts encasing the younger brother's right and left hands.

Quinton had suggested they take the youngest member of their family to the hospital but Vetrix wouldn't hear of it. Quattro had of course flown off the handle and tossed around a few choice phrases. Quinton, who had been tasked with taking Trey to his room and caring for him, had sneaked out and made sure that his brother's injuries received the proper medical attention.

He didn't dare ask for Vetrix's permission and he knew that once Vetrix found out that one of his sons had gone against his orders, and Quinton knew he would find out, he would be very angry. But Quinton had decided it would be better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

After the doctors had set Trey's broken bones, they confirmed what Quinton had already figured: Trey did in fact have a concussion. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but the doctors had insisted that the youngest of the Arclights be woken up at least every thirty minutes in order to make sure that he still remembered where he was and the identity of the person waking him up. If he did not remember either of these things or if he didn't wake up at all, then he would need to be taken back to the hospital or his brain could possibly hemorrhage and he could die if the damage was too bad.

Though it was unlikely, Quinton still did not want to leave anything involving his injured brother to chance. So he decided that it would be best if Trey just stayed in the hospital for the night. Again, better to ask for Vetrix's forgiveness than his permission.

"Trey...wake up," Quinton whispered, shaking the younger boy's shoulders slightly.

At first, Trey didn't respond, so Quinton shook his thin shoulders a little harder and was rewarded when his little brother's emerald-colored eyes slowly opened.

"What's going on, Quinton?" the fifteen-year-old asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily with his left arm.

When Quinton saw the bone-colored casts covering both of Trey's arms and the finger splints on both of his hands, the silver-haired Number Hunter couldn't help but grimace slightly.

"What's wrong?" Trey asked, an expression of concern on his face.

"Nothing," Quinton answered quickly. "Nothing's wrong. Just...go back to sleep."

"Okay, brother," Trey smiled tiredly before his eyes closed again.

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Quattro was beyond furious. How dare anyone attack his brother!

"When I find who did it, they're in for serious hell!" the scar-faced teen growled, his expression one of undisguised rage. "Do they realize who they're screwing with?"

"Your attitude does concern me, Quattro," Quinton said as he entered the room.

"Well excuse me for wanting to make the kisamas who hurt our brother pay!" Quattro snapped. "Or would you rather me send them flowers and chocolates along with an invitation to attack him again?"

"You know perfectly well that that is not what I meant," Quinton answered coldly.

Quattro was about to reply when Vetrix let out a high-pitched giggle, clapped his hands, and kicked his legs in a childish fashion as yet another cartoon character did something stupid.

"Perhaps I put too much dependence on Trey," the man-child said after his giggling fit had passed. "Maybe he isn't as strong as I thought he was."

The two brothers said nothing.

"It's a shame really," Vetrix smirked. "He seemed like he might have actually had potential."

Quattro growled and glared at the person who had once been his father.

"You-!"

"Quattro!" Quinton gave his brother a warning look, but Quattro was too angry to notice or care.

"Trey was attacked and you don't even care?!" Quattro snarled, his crimson irises aflame with fury. "He always does whatever you tell him without question and this is the thanks he gets?!"

"He does do as he's told," Quinton agreed. "It's a shame that the same cannot be said for you, Quattro."

Quattro responded with a rude hand gesture consisting of a single raised finger before turning and storming out of the room.

Quinton sighed in frustration and Vetrix turned his attention back to the assortment of cartoons.

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Quattro opened the door to Trey's room and slowly entered. The hospital staff didn't know he was there and he planned to keep it that way.

Trey was still sleeping peacefully. The pro-duelist almost didn't want to bother his little brother, but it was time to wake him up again. Just to make sure he would respond. And Quinton had once again returned to Vetrix so there was no knowing when he would be back.

"Trey, wake up," Quattro said, shaking his brother's shoulders.

Trey's eyes slowly opened and he smiled weakly at his older brother.

"Hi, Quattro," he said.

"Okay, you still recognize me," his brother stated. "Do you know where you are?"

"I'm at home?"

"Close, you're in the hospital."

Trey blushed slightly.

"Well you did get hit in the head pretty hard so it makes sense that you'd be a little off,"Quattro snorted. "Now I'm going to ask you about the guys that jumped you, did they take any of your Number cards?"

"No," Trey answered. "No, I left them back at home."

"Good," Quattro said. "The last thing you'd need to do is lose one of those."

"I'm sorry, brother," Trey whispered, looking down.

"And just what the hell are you sorry for?" Quattro asked. "You didn't lose any Numbers so what is there for you to be sorry for?"

"For not being strong enough to fight back,"Trey answered, dreading his sadistic older brother's inevitable anger.

Quattro sighed and stood up.

"Well, you still know who I am and now you know where you are. So, I'm going," he said. "And they'll regret messing with us. I'll make sure of it."

As the seventeen-year-old Arclight turned to leave, Trey's cast-covered hand shot forward, touching Quattro's wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?" Quattro demanded. He was about to snatch his hand away when he saw the look on his brother's face. Trey didn't have to say a word; Quattro knew at once that his little brother was pleading for him to stay.

The red-and-yellow-haired duelist sighed, not wanting to make his brother feel even worse than he already did, if that was even possible. So, he allowed his hand to stay where it was.

"I'm sorry," Trey apologized. "It's just...I'm so sore...everything just…hurts so much…"

"It's fine," Quattro grunted, sliding his hand under his younger brother's and gripping it loosely, careful to watch Trey's broken bones.

"Quattro...will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Trey requested meekly. "Please?"

"Fine," Quattro answered.

Trey noticed the lack of reluctance in his older brother's voice and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, brother," the teenage pinknette whispered.

'No problem, little brother,' was the response in Quattro's mind.

"Go to sleep, Trey," was the response that came out of his mouth.

Trey nodded and his emerald-green eyes slowly closed and the youngest of the Arclight brothers once again entered the realm of sleep.

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So, what did everyone think of this new chapter? Feel free to let me know and if you have any requests, I'll see if I can put said requests in a chapter or not. And as I said in the previous chapter, the more you review, the faster I'll update.