A/N: This is the first part of my new series called 'Thicker the water'. The stories written in this series will be about the brothers and sisters in The Tribe. Each brother or sister will have one. This is Ved's, so the next will be Jay's.

Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize is not mine. Shortly said, pretty much everything. The only thing I can claim is the plot for this story. Everything besides that I'm just borrowing.

Different kinds of light:

1st part of the 'Thicker then water' series.

Jay-Ved

Ved had been born on a bright and sunny day in the middle of the summer. When he was brought home some time later, his big brother had looked at him with wonder and light in his hazel eyes. Then he had slowly raised his hand, and with one chubby finger gently touched the cheek of the newborn.

Ved of course didn't remember this, but his parents had loved telling the story of how the two brothers had met for the first time. And that story, that memory that wasn't his own, he felt was the closest he had been to his older brother.

There had always been a wall between the, through his entire childhood. They had never tried to breach it, and with time it had only grown stronger. And soon they all chances of trying to break trough it's rocky surface would be lost.

Ved knew that he was only moments away from death, as he stood across from Ram, who had an air of triumph around him. He also knew that there was no way out, this was his end. Oh, he had tried to plead for his life. To ask for forgiveness for past mistakes. But Ram wasn't forgiving, not today.

Ved should have been terrified, but he was more paralyzed then anything else.

And now where every breath and every heartbeat was like a clock ticking towards the ending, all he could think about was how the different kinds of light marked important moments or cherished memories. Strange how light meant so much, even stranger that he noticed.

But he did, he noticed.

The sunlight on the day he had been born. The light in his brother's eyes that he never saw but always tried to imagine. The soft artificial light of a lamp in his old bedroom, which shone while his mother had read him a bedtime story. The twilight, when he heard his mother or father calling him home from a day of playing. The moonlight that shone through the hospital window, falling on the face of his dead mother and highlighting the tears on his fathers and brothers face.

And now the small red beam of light, which would take his life away.

He though of the story again, regretting that he never saw his brother's eyes light up for him again. Strange how death put things in perspective.

Ved wondered if Jay, all that was left of his family, would mourn for him, remember him, remember the story of their first meeting, and remember that he had once loved his little brother. And lastly if he would know that despite everything that had been said and done, Ved loved him. Something he never thought he would admit, even to himself.

His heart beat faster as the clock with fast steps ran towards death.

But Ved was blind to this, he just thought about the light he would never see.

And then, the clock ticked its last.

Ved's life ended the way it had begun, on a bright and sunny day. But no light reached him.

Now he knew only darkness.

The end.