Thanks everyone who has clicked the little 'favourite' button, or left a review. It absolutely makes my day! Here's a little one today! The title is a play on words and also, trying to match FOB song titles to chapters is haaaaard.

Sugar We're going down

"Trick or Treat!"

Hiro loved Halloween. The one night of the year that Aunt Cass would let him eat anything (almost), and he got to dress up, and people just handed out candy of all colours and flavours. Seriously, there was so. much. candy!

It had taken Aunt Cass a year before she was convinced to take the boys trick or treating. During their first year together, and still new to the role of caregiver she had not been sure if she could handle Hiro out and about in the city, high on sugar. Disappointed, the boys had had to make do with decorating the café and handing out candy to trick or treat-ers who knocked on the door. Hiro and Tadashi had still managed to consumer a mountain of candy each. What happened later was simple physics – what goes up, must come down and when the Hamada boys crashed, they crashed hard. Slumped together on the couch, they were adorable. Aunt Cass couldn't help herself, pulling out her camera to take a picture.

Now, two years later, Hiro and Tadashi sat on the floor of the lounge room, inspecting their haul. After the peanut cookie fiasco (Aunt Cass' words, not Hiro's), he was not allowed to eat any of his candy until either Tadashi or Aunt Cass had inspected it.

"I can do it myself!" He complained, reaching up for the plastic pumpkin basket Tadashi was holding just out of reach.

"Sure you can, if you can reach," Tadashi teased. He waved the basket so the chocolaty parcels of delight (Hiro's words this time) rustled inside. Hiro jumped to his feet to clutch at it. The bright lights on the palms of his Iron Man costume flashed Tadashi in the face.

"Ouch!" He blinked watering eyes. "Remind me why installing real flashing lights was a good idea?" He held Hiro back with his hand and looked into the basket.

"You know the rules. I check the candy and for the number of peanut chocolates I take, you can have the same number of candies from my basket." He rummaged around and withdrew a Peanut Butter cup.

"Can I try a little bit?" Hiro's eyes were wide and pleading, but Tadashi was immune to his little brother's puppy dog eyes. He unwrapped the chocolate and quickly popped it into his mouth.

"Sorry little brother," he mumbled around a full mouth. "Rules are rules, I'd hate-" he found another chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth. "These ones are *mhf* the best. I'd hate to see you *mm* get sick." He smirked at the glare he was receiving from Hiro. "Maybe I should just take all the chocolate ones. You never know, they may contain traces of nuts."

"Noo!"

Hiro snatched at the basket and managed to snag it off Tadashi. The older boy laughed.

"I'm just joking, you knucklehead. Look, why don't we pile all our candy together. I'll take out the ones you can't have and you can have as much as mine as you want. Deal?"

"Yeah, okay… Bonehead!"

"Hey!"

Both boys shuffled around so that they were lying side-by-side on their stomachs with their mountain of sweets on the floor before them.

The six year old was working at shoving as much candy into his mouth as possible, while the thirteen year old chose a little more carefully. Tadashi made a little pile of candy he could hide away from his little brother. Hiro had no concept of 'save some for later'.

Soon the mountain of candy was nothing more than a mountain of rubbish.

Hiro was running around the small apartment screeching "CANDY!" emphasising it by punching his fist into the air. Tadashi used this moment to hide his chocolate where Hiro wouldn't find it.

He came back down stairs to find an amused Aunt Cass watching the hyper little boy. He sat on the couch next to his Aunt.

"I had fun tonight. Thanks Aunt Cass."

"Good," She put his arm around his shoulders in a hug. "It's good to see my two best boys having fun."

Hiro came running over. "Best boys? We're your only boys?"

"Is that so Mr Smarty Pants?" Aunt Cass grabbed Hiro and pulled him into a big hug. "How do you know that? Maybe I took in some other lost little ducklings. Maybe tomorrow I'll like them more than you." She tickled him and he laughed and shrieked to be let go.

Tadashi watched quietly.

It had been three years since their parents had died. It still hurt, but moments like these where there was laughter and fun were coming more often. His parents would have wanted them to have fun, but Tadashi still missed them so much. Every day it felt like he was moving further and further away from them, like he was forgetting something about them. What did his mum's voice sound like? Did Hiro remember their parents? He'd been so much younger. Tadashi didn't want him to forget.

Hiro broke loose and launched himself at Tadashi.

"Ha! I win!" He stuck his tongue out at their Aunt.

"You did win!" Tadashi ruffled his brother's messy hair, remembering something his dad taught him. "We need a celebratory hand shake. Stick your hand out."

Tadashi instructed Hiro to form a fist. He bumped his closed hand against his brothers "bwoosh!" before raising his arm up and waving his fingers.

Hiro copied him, but when it came to making the explosion noises decided to throw himself backwards onto the carpet.

"You okay down there buddy?"

Hiro raised his hand, thumb up.

"Just checking. You getting up any time soon?"

Hiro shook his head.

"Too much candy?"

A nod this time.

"If you puke, I am not cleaning that up. Aunt Cass?" Tadashi turned to his Aunt who was already rising from the couch.

"No way, it's after 10pm. Aunt duty is over for the day and doesn't reopen until 8am. Bed time."

She got Hiro, grumbling, to his feet and ushered him upstairs to the bathroom to clean his teeth. Tadashi followed behind. When he reached the staircase he paused by the picture of his parents as he did every night.

"Goodnight." He touched the frame, letting his fingers skim over the edge and then ran upstairs to clean his teeth.

You get it? Sugar, we're going down. Because... lollies... and crashing after a sugar high... I'll just stop I think. Haha, that was hard. As an Aussie I say lollies rather than candy generally and lollies sounds so posh and British. I had a cousin who called Icecream 'Iced Lollies".

Anyway... please let me know if you liked it and I'll try to get another one up soon.