"A Little More Than Kin..."
By: Crystalis Blade
Chapter 4
Edgar stormed ranting through the castle with his thoughts everywhere.
"I cannot BELEIVE Sabin!! Ugh That inconsiderate, selfish, not to mention ignorant brat!!" He went on like that for a while, thinking up everything he ever knew to call Sabin. Eventually, he found himself in his room and crashed onto his bed. He sat looking up at the ceiling and began to calm down. Memories started to float back to his head. He laughed,
"Heh, I always used to do this when we used to fight especially about" he smiled, "big stuff."
"Just leave me alone!!!" A twelve year old Sabin yelled at Edgar who was getting off the bed.
"That was the day mom died. I couldn't calm Sabin down for the life of me plus he locked me out of the room, that little monster" He noticed his "phantom" brother leaning against the door and then he heard his own voice,
"Please, Sab, lemmie in."
"NO!"
"Come on, brother. I'm beggin' you, just let me in and we can talk."
"Is there a part of "no" that you don't understand?"
"Either you let me in now, or I'll break in someplace elseand you know I can!" Edgar laughed at himself,
"Man, I was a mean little sucker, wasn't I?" He looked at Sabin as he walked around the bed; he knew how the story played out, but decided to watch anyway. Sabin was unlocking and opening the door and Edgar saw himself at twelve walk in and yet again he laughed.
"Oh gods, look at me with that stupid little nub for hairheehee." Then he continued to watch himself plead with his brother.
"Thanks, Sab." Sabin just turned away and walked over to the bed where he jumped onto his back and put his arm across his eyes. Edgar knew why, he could see the tears slowly stream down his brother's already red face. He walked over to the bed and flopped down next to his brother.
"SabSaaabbiinn. Sabin" he paused and rubbed Sabin's arm, "brother, look at me." Sabin shook his head and a muffled, "no." Edgar lowered and calmed his voice, rubbed his brother's arm again and said,
"Sabinplease, look at me." This time, Sabin slowly moved his arm down and sniffed. "There," Edgar continued with a loving smile. "You wanna talk to me?"
Sabin sat up next to his brother and messily rubbed his eyes and sniffed again. "Not really."
"Why not?" Edgar looked at himself and began to recite the conversation,
"because you know what I'm thinking." And just like clock work, the young Sabin said,
"because you know what I'm thinking." Edgar chuckled because he knew he was good. But he figured instead of ruining the kodak moment, he let his twelve year old self do the talking.
His younger self laughed, "yeah, that's true, but still, maybe you should talk to me, anyway."
"How can you act like this?"
"Like what?"
"When stuff like this happens," Sabin sniffed again, "it rolls off your back like a chocobo." The phantom Edgar put his head down, and then the real Edgar chimed,
"Naïve moment! Sabin," he shook his head and grinned again, "even when you were younger, you asked questions too old for youand me." The mini-Edgar sighed,
"I honestly don't know, Sabin. I mean" Sabin interrupted.
"It's like you never grieve" Edgar laughed,
"great Sab, you make me sound like a monster!" Sabin's eyes got big and he became very apologetic,
"Oh, no. I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, Edgar. I just-" Edgar laughed even harder.
"Don't apologize. It's okay. But I," he regained himself, "I grieve, just not like you. You actually cry," Edgar pulled down his sleeve and wiped his brother's eyes. After, Sabin placed his head on his brother's shoulder. "I just, have other ways I guess. That's just how you and I are. You do things and feel things differently than I do. We both have different priorities that we have to respect of each other. In the end Sabin, we both feel the pain. We just accept it differently." Edgar put his head on top of his brother's, and put his arm around him and just sighed. He didn't know what else to say to his brother, or even to himself.
Edgar looked at himself and Sabin sitting on the bed and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, the two kids were gone. He said to no one unparticular,
"I was right though, we both felt the pain." He simply shook his head and understood the fact that at the age of 12, you are more intelligent than you are that the age of 20; those teenage years He smirked at that thought knowing he only had 3 years left. He paced his room again.
"MaybeI was a little hard on himafter all, it is Sabin" Edgar stared at his chair that held his long blue cape. He decided to put it on and talk to his brother. The question was, where was he? He knew Sabin wasn't going to be in the music hall and probably not in the library. Where did he go that night Edgar thought to himself. And then it hit him. Edgar flipped on his cape to keep him warm and ran down the stairs and flew out the door. He treaded lightly in the main hall not to disturb anyone. He went to the left of the throne room and out the back hall to a small outer staircase. He slowly walked up the stairs and noticed a small lamp light under the door. He could also hear the sounds of someone talking.
Sabin was laid out on the uppermost battlements his back with his hands behind his head looking up at the full moon. He sat in a pair of pants, looking ready for bed with one leg hanging over the side swinging.
"Jeez, I really lost itI'm selfish, annoying, ignorant, and just a pain in the ass. I think I am losing it and maybe Edgar's right-"
"I'm right about what," Edgar asked walking up to his brother, crossing his arms and leaning on the battlements. Sabin turned his head a little to look at Edgar and laughed.
"Love the cape, Eddy. It's ahdefinitely you."
"Don't mock meI like it."
"I know you do, you always have. Don't worry, you look good in it."
"Heh" Edgar hit Sabin's forehead, "move, I wanna sit."
Sabin gave Edgar a look and sat up with his feet dangling.
"Hey Eddy, you remember when we used to sit up here, like, ohevery night. And then the chancellor would yell at us." Edgar laughed,
"Oh, yeah it was, waaasssoh darn, what did he used to say... Now I remember! He would puff up," Edgar mimicked the chancellor perfectly and Sabin busted up. "'One day, you two are gonna fall,' or he'd be like, what's Figaro gonna do withwith' or how did he finish that one?"
"It was "with pancakes for princes.'"
"Yeah! And we would laugh and crack up."
"You remember when you tested his crossbow on him?"
The two laughed. Edgar tossed his feet over the edge and kicked the wall with his heels. There was an uncertain tension that floated in the air that neither could put a finger on. Sabin pulled himself back a little and shrugged his shoulders. He decided to play Edgar's game,
"Sowhat's on your mind?" And Edgar played his brother's game with a big sneer in return,
"Nothin'."
"Touché." The two sat there again for a time.
"Hey Sab, just out of
curiosity, why do you always come up here?"
"I dunno. I just doI like it. Nobody's here,
it's quiet, and it's open. I love the fact that I can
stand up here and see everything out to those mountains over
there." He pointed to the range just in front. Edgar nodded,
"That's legitimate." Then he paused, "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier"
Sabin looked puzzled, "why? I was the one who snapped at you. Hell, I took your head off and which at that moment, I had no right to. Maybe it's cause of the ball tomorrow." Edgar thought for a moment and slyly added,
"What do you mean, at that moment,' huh?" Edgar slapped the back of Sabin's head.
"Hey!! So, you get a little out of hand once and a while," Sabin yelled with the same sly look.
"Outta hand! What are you
talkin' about?"
"Example A," Sabin out his hand out which Edgar slapped
away.
"Don't make me hurt you"
"Oh please" Sabin rolled his eyes.
"If you say so" Edgar grinned, put his hands on Sabin's shoulders and leaned back. The two flipped back on the deck laughing until tears were coming out of their eyes.
"Heh, hehHey Eddy"
"Hehehyeah Sab?"
"We can still do this when were kings, right?"
"Of course."
Suddenly, they heard the door close behind them.
"Huh? What was that," Sabin asked quickly.
"Does it really matter?" The stayed out on the battlements for a good part of the night, not caring about anything.
Meanwhile, the king tiptoed down the stairs with a look of pure delight on his face. He would sleep easier knowing that his sons would be just fine.
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