Hello one and only fan, DevilSpeaker. Again, since you seem to be the only person who reads my story, this one's for you. If there's anyone else out there reading this, please, leave a review!!! I can't live without them! If you can't leave a review, you need an account, so do yourself a favor and get one!!! PLEASE!!!! Anyways... here you go!
4
I woke up hearing a loud THUMP. Opening my eyes, I pulled my head out from underneath the covers, and swiped my tangled hair out of my face. I couldn't help but start laughing. Loz sat on the floor, looking startled, his bed sheets tangled around him. He must've rolled out of bed. His dazed expression turned to one of anger as Yazoo and Kadaj burst out laughing. "Oh shut up!" He growled, getting up and leaving the blankets in a heap at his feet. He stormed out of the room rubbing his back. "Loz, don't throw the cereal..." I began. I heard the sound of Cocoa Pebbles being thrown all over the kitchen, out of his anger. "Loz!" I yelled sharply, but the rest of the box was emptied out. "That's my favorite cereal, how dare you throw it all over the floor!" yazoo suddenly snarled, and in his sleeping shorts and t-shirt threw the covers off of himself and raced into the kitchen. The sound of cereal crunching and my two brothers fighting could be easilly heard. Then, a loud thud was heard, followed by, "Ow, Loz, get off me!" From Yazoo.
I glanced over at Kadaj, yawned, and got up warily. My work was never done, was it? I put Loz's covers back properly on his bed, fixed Yazoo's, and then prepared myself for the scene of the battle as more cereal crunching and struggling came from outside. I sighed, groaned, and walked out. Brown chocolate puffs lay all over the place, some crushed, some flying, as the two rolled over each other. Lox had a hold on Yazoo's long hair, and was holding Yazoo's one arm off himself. Yazoo was kicking Loz in the stomach with his knee, which had no effect on the super muscular Loz, and was actually biting the arm Loz was using to pull at Yazoo's hair. I took what was left in the box, and dumped it over their heads, stopping them.
"Both of you are helping me clean this up, or else." I said tiredly, and then walked into the bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth, and then changed into clean clothes; a simple black tank top and black shorts. Then I walked out, and saw, for once, they were actually helping to clean up. Loz was using a broom to sweep half the puffs into the dustpan, and Yazoo was taking them in handful and putting them in a plastic bag. I began scooping them up and putting them in the bag with Yazoo, and then once we were done, I noticed Loz was now feeling the effects of the fight. I could easily see the bite mark on his arm, almost to the point of bleeding, and he had one hand placed on his obviously bruised stomach. He was biting his lip slightly, a sure sign he was in pain. It was also our way of knowing when he'd done something bad.
Kadaj came into the kitchen and swiped the last amount into the dustpan with his foot, and then Loz and Yazoo put it all in a big garbage bag and left it outside the front door. "So, what do we eat now?" Yazoo asked, looking sad that his cereal was gone. I rolled my eyes a little.
"It's called the traditional breakfast. Bacon and Eggs." I replied, and knowing it was me, who was going to cook them, headed for the fridge. Luckily, the eggs were still fresh. I was half surprised, considering I bought them a week ago, before… I couldn't make myself even say it in my mind, and yet it still echoed clearly. Before my brothers were killed… before this crusade for Mother came into action. I shook the thought, and grabbing the bacon, I got the 2 frying pans. I smiled as another memory came through. The dent on the one frying pan did it all.
"You stupid jerk, you ate all the candy!" A 13-year-old Yazoo yelled at Loz. Loz's lip was naturally quivering, although Loz was smiling evilly. Kadaj was yelling at them, being the voice of Mother. "Stop being children, you're teenagers, and its just candy!" He yelled sharply. I held my hands over my ears. But they only got louder, and soon Yazoo and Loz were fighting, and it wasn't a teasing fight either. Yazoo was literally punching Loz, causing a bloody nose, and Loz was kicking Yazoo hard in the side. Much more violent then their usual tormenting fights. I, being only 12, decided I had no chance of breaking them up, and Kadaj was now banging his head against the wall from Mother yelling at the two so much. I knew there was only one way to stop it all. I grabbed the frying pan (it had been the only one back then) and smacked it over all 3 of their heads. The blow was hard enough to stop their violence, temporarily stop Mother's scolding, and put them in a stupor long enough for me to escape and lock myself in the bathroom for safety. As I ran away, I saw the dent in the middle of the pan, and had laughed as I ran away.
Before I knew it the smell of eggs and bacon had filled the house… it'd been at least 3 months since we'd last had a breakfast like this. I placed it all onto 4 plates, and gave them one each, and then we were all eating at the small table. I saw the bite mark on Loz's arm was beginning to bruise, and to my surprise, there was a small dribble of blood coming from it. I grabbed a napkin and gently pushed it against the wound. He didn't seem to really notice as we all continued eating. Once done, I put the plates in the dishwasher, and pulled out a few icepacks for Loz. He happily took them from me and held them against his bruised entire torso, from his chest, sideways onto his ribs, and even a little bit around his hips. Obviously Yazoo had hit him more than I'd seen.
Kadaj sat on the couch, seemingly staring into space… that blank look again. He came out of it rather quickly, and sighed, relieved. He still couldn't hear her… thank the heavens. "Hey guys, let's go out for a ride." I said after a while. They all instantly agreed, and we were out and on our bikes in an instant. Engines revving, we took off with a burst of speed, and took the bike trail we'd made through the woods.
Soon enough we were in the small town, only there for the use of shipping items and storing them. We went to the only section of the town meant for the people who lived there, and went to the rundown ice-cream place. The old woman smiled at us. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite foursome." She said, smiling. She was blind, so her smile was a little off to the side of us. "Sorry we didn't come sooner, we got… caught up." Kadaj said, smiling and winking at us. "Oh it's alright, I got a construction worker on break to help me out just a little. Come on in." She said sweetly, and unlocked the screen door on the side. We went in, and all pulled our hair back (except for Loz) and then began reading orders off slips of paper and doing them. We got lots of free ice cream this way.
We'd started coming here on weekdays when we had nothing to do. At first we just got the ice cream and then left, but soon the woman began asking us to fill out orders people came to pick up. And then it just became a habit of us showing up every 3-4 days to help out. She rewarded us with half the money she got, and free ice cream. Today was easy.
We went around delivering the cakes and ice cream. Once done with that, we returned to the shop with the money. She gave us half, and handed us special made snacks. They were waffle cones with chocolate on the inside and on the edges, with vanilla yogurt, whipped cream, kiwi, blueberries, and raspberries in it. "It's a new creation. Tell me how you like it." She said sweetly, and sat up on the counter. Once we were done, I'd dubbed the new creation her best yet. We all told her so, and she smiled. "Good. I'll start selling it tomorrow. It'll be a huge hit." She said.
We headed off a while later, onto the main road out of town. This particular road led straight for a huge lake. Once there, we sat on the beach, feet in the calm water, munching on a few extra snacks the woman had. "I love the beach…" Kadaj sighed, lying back in the warm sand. "Me too." I replied, wriggling my toes. "Tag, you're it!" Loz suddenly shouted, stabbing a finger hard into Yazoo's side. "You're dead!" Yazoo shouted, running after Loz as he fled down the beach in the rising tide. They fell in, and soaked, started laughing. "Aw, heck, let's join them." Kadaj said, and tugged me up to my feet. "But the water's cold." I said. "Who cares? Come on!" He replied, and threw me in, diving in after me.
I laughed as we swam around, splashing each other. A long time later, as the sun went down, we drove home.
Sorry, I know, this chapter made Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz look like major softies, but I kind of hit a bad spot. I promise, I'll try to keep the softyness away, unless you like it, of coarse. Well, next chapter coming up as soon as I can get to it!