I'll admit, I'm at a bit of a loss for this one. It's like I know what I want the out come to be, but I'm not sure how to get there. But please, do, enjoy!
As a few years passed, and the duo were now about 18 years in age. Flash had become quite handsome really, as his hair grew even more, only it had become slightly messier. He now wore a long white shirt with a golden collar and golden sleeves, light black jeans and black shoes with bronze at the tips. His wings were now quite large and powerful, whilst his tail had grown to it's length today, now wielding it's famed 16 emeralds.
As for Pyro, he seemed to be going through a much more gothic stage. More gothic than his previous years even. He wore a pure black shirt with a red skull at the chest and torn red rims, grey jeans and long black boots with silver dots near the top. His wings had grown larger as well, and the spike had now sharpened to the point it could easily pierce whatever it touched. His tail had also grown to be as long as his brothers, and he used it to pull pranks more times than not.
For their current adventures this time around, well... it wasn't so much the end of the world, but at the time, it almost felt like it was.
" H'chh-! "
Pyro sneezed, his hair lighting on fire briefly, trying to block it from coming out as he held a thermometer under his tongue. He had woken up feeling horrible that day, and he was hoping he wasn't sick. He couldn't get sick... he despised getting sick. He just laid in bed feeling sick to his stomach, he couldn't eat meat, and worst of all he wouldn't be able to sleep due to his headache and stuffy/runny nose. He hated being sick. Besides, he needed to help Flash today with creating the first angel, demon and creature.
Flash had finally cracked a few days ago, and said he'd be willing to introduce the world to angels and demons- even create something new called creatures- only if Pyro helped out. And Pyro didn't want his being sick to interfere with that. He'd waited soooo long for this day... and he wouldn't let a stupid illness stop him from creating others like him. Or Flash. But the he'd made his point.
As the thermometer finally beeped, Pyro quickly took it out of his mouth, checking the temperature. Now, remember, since he was a hellfire his body temperature is much hotter than normal. His normal temperature was about 360 degrees fahrenheit. His current temperature was 376 degrees. Meaning he was not only sick, but he was sick with a terrible fever. Symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, fainting, hearing loss, sore throat, cold sweats and chest pain were going to befall him. He groaned, unknowingly flopping back down on his bed. ' Great... ' He thought bitterly. ' Just great... what am I gonna do now? '
" Pyro? "
Flash called, growing more and more worried about his brother. Pyro may be many things. Like destructive, short-tempered, and maybe a little cocky. But one thing was certain: he was never late without a good reason for it. What if he was hurt? What if he was paralyzed? What if he-? ' Ok Flash. ' He reprimanded himself, taking a deep breath before letting it out. ' You're only making things worse. Stay calm... I'm sure he's just fine. '
Slowly he took a turn, walking up to Pyro's room. After a few years, the duo had decided they'd need a house to live in. Sleeping outside just wasn't practical, and it made it uncomfortable if they woke up sleeping on their backs (with their wings and all). So they had created a house. It wasn't fancy or extravagant, but it was nice enough for them. Half pure and angelic, and half gothic and demonic. Neither had a problem with the other side, they just wanted some rooms to express their own tastes.
The angel knocked on his brothers door, amazed by how quickly it was answered. And Flash was also no fool; he immediately knew something was wrong. Pyro was sweating heavily- something of which he never did-, his cheeks were flushed, he was shaking to the core, he barely looked like he was capable of standing, and his eyes seemed glazed over and unfocused. Like he couldn't comprehend what was happening around him.
Flash bit his lip, almost not wanting to point out the fact Pyro was sick. He knew his brother. He'd deny it because he wanted to create more angels and demons. So as much as it hurt, Flash knew he'd have to be firm with Pyro to insure the other listened. He had to... he simply couldn't let Pyro make himself worse by working... even if designs weren't very difficult or stressful, it certainly wouldn't help a headache. The boy crossed his arms, deciding to feign ignorance for a few minutes. After all, the way he would handle this situation really depended on Pyro. If he lied, Flash would have to be strict. If he was honest, then he'd have to be understanding.
" So Pyro. "
He said gently.
" You didn't come when I called you. Are you alright? "
Pyro swallowed thickly, grimacing slightly as he did so. This, naturally, didn't go unnoticed by Flash. Yet he held his tongue a little longer, praying Pyro wouldn't be ridiculous. Unfortunately, Pyro did JUST that.
" I'm fine Flashy. "
He said weakly, coughing slightly into his hand.
" Just got a bit of a cough is all. No worries though. Shall we go an' create that demon an' angel? "
" ... No. "
Flash said firmly, frowning softly.
" No we shall not. Pyro, your sick. There's no way I'm letting you try to work like this. "
Pyro frowned, looking a bit frantic.
" B-but Flash I- "
The demon had to cut himself off as he began to cough violently. Flash bit his lip, pushing his brother back into the room and forced him down on his bed.
" F-Flash I- "
" Shush. "
Flash said softly, placing a hand on his forehead before IMMEDIATELY taking it back. Despite the fact his forehead always burned his hands, he could tell when it was hotter or colder. And this was definitely hotter. Flash frowned again, swirling his hands in circles and summoning a small vial of medicine. Pyro instantly made a face at the sight of it. Pyro was one of those people who hated taking medicine.
Taking a deep breath, the angel pinned the demon down, his tail wrapping around the bed and the demon, forcing him still. Pyro yelped, clamping his mouth shut, refusing to open it, struggling with all his might.
" Oh come on Pyro! "
Flash growled, trying to force the demons mouth open.
" Don't be a baby! Just take it already! "
Finally the angel managed to get a spoonful into his mouth, to which Pyro gagged at once he swallowed. Slowly the angel unwrapped his tail, scooting back and panting in mild exhaustion. He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
" There. Now was that so bad? "
" YES! "
Pyro yelped, leaning back in the sheets and breathing heavily. Flash laughed at this, slowly standing up.
" Anyway. I'm gonna let you get some rest, so- "
" I wanted to help you create demons and angels... "
The demon whimpered, covering his eyes glumly.
" I hate being the only demon in this world... I wanted to have a friend as soon as possible... "
Flash frowned softly, patting his brothers hand.
" Pyro, the plan isn't going anywhere. We can just work on it when you're better. Your health comes first after all. "
Pyro removed his hands from his eyes, looking touched, his eyes still slightly watery.
" You sure...? "
Flash smiled, placing a hand down on his shoulder.
" I'm positive. Just get some rest. I'll check up on you later. "
As the angel left, Pyro couldn't help but feel a little silly. While he was sick, he'd forgotten how sweet and generous Flash was. Of course he'd wait until he was better to finish up the design till he was better. That's how Flash worked. And he would never want Flash change. He was lucky to have such a great little brother.
I know, short chappie. Oh well, it was sweet. Goodnight!
