Okay, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it.
Zane: I know I won't. How come Atticus always has to show up and bug me when I need peace and quiet?
Syrus: That's nothing. I was made into a sleepwalking lunatic.
LE31: ^_^' Please ignore the comments from the peanut gallery.
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Zane had gotten tired of staring out into the ocean, and decided to go to bed. "Night, Atticus."
"Goodnight Zane." Atticus stood up. "I should get going to. Don't want to destroy my stellar reputation by staying out past curfew." This earned him an eye roll from Zane.
Atticus and Zane parted ways in the front hall of the Obelisk dorm. Tiptoeing, so as not to wake anyone, Zane crept to his room. He heard a thump from within. What the…?
He whipped open the door and went inside quickly.
Syrus was systematically going around the room, knocking over/breaking objects. Zane could only watch as his little brother lifted a fist and smashed a mirror without even flinching as the glass cut his hand. "Syrus, stop it!" Zane ran towards him, grabbing his arm. "What are you doing?"
He didn't respond, and Zane caught a look at his face. It was expressionless, and his eyes, although wide open, didn't seem to be seeing anything. Shit, he's sleepwalking…
Syrus yanked away with more strength than Zane would have thought possible. Zane placed him in a headlock, and loudly said "Syrus, wake up!" Something in Syrus's eyes seemed to flick on.
"Where am I?" Zane released him.
"You're in my room." Syrus looked around in growing horror. Zane had arrived before he could break anything really badly, but the damage had still been done. His eyes fell on the picture he had broken when he first came in the room, one of himself and Zane; just before Zane had entered Duel Academy.
"I'm so sorry." Syrus backed away from Zane. "I didn't mean to do it…" Before his brother could grab him, Syrus ran from the room.
"Syrus, come back!"
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Syrus ran through the woods, tears dripping down his face. Why was I so stupid? He thought. I should've known that I would sleepwalk tonight, and now I've wrecked Zane's stuff. I'll be thrown out for sure! "Syrus!" Zane was still behind him somewhere, calling.
He tripped over a root stretched across the path, and went flying onto the ground. "Oof!" Syrus laid there for a minute, trying to catch his breath. His newly cut hands were burning all over.
Zane, by this time, had caught up, and he dropped to his knees beside Syrus. "Syrus, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to do it. I'm not mad." He hugged his brother tightly.
"Zane…I…I'm sorry!" Syrus sobbed softly. "This would never have happened if I told the truth in the first place, and now I'll have to leave…" he choked on his words, trying to stop crying. Zane stroked his hair.
"It's over now. The Chancellor will understand; you won't be thrown out."
"But it'll happen again. I know it will; it happens when I get really stressed out, and I get stressed out easily. What if I hurt someone next time?" Zane was quiet for a moment.
"Maybe you need to find something to release the stress. I'll help you."
Syrus looked up at Zane hopefully. "You will?"
"Of course. What are big brothers for?"
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Two weeks later, life was pretty much back to normal for Syrus. The Chancellor had been very understanding, and surprisingly, so had Crowler. As an outlet for his stress, Syrus had to sign up for meditation classes twice a week. This helped greatly; Syrus no longer felt so tense, and when he did, it was never bad enough to make him sleepwalk.
Of course, he didn't get off that easily. He had to help Zane clean up the mess in his room, and finish off his isolation punishment. The picture frame he had broken was replaced, this time with a new picture of Zane and Syrus standing together by the lighthouse.
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Yay! I'm finally done that story! I was having a total brain cramp on how to end it. If you think this chapter sucks, PM me and I'll possibly do a re-write. Check out my poll and help decide what I should write next. R&R.