Akira: A filler chapter~

King: …. Why?

Akira: Because, I need to explain you better! D :

King: *Looks around* …. Where's Hal and Kai?

Akira: ON to the filler!

King: Where are-

Akira: ONTO THE FILLER

I do not own Switch or any of the characters. If I did, it would be major yaoi time. - o - All I own are King and the story line. Although I doubt I even own that. So I own King. o. o Yah.

----------------11 years ago--------------

A large house, too big to house four people in America.

Two children, who were spoiled an embarrassing amount by their loving parents.

A family that held so many dark secrets behind even darker doors…

I stood in front of my brother's room. I was only about 4 years old. But I was smart. That was apparent. I knocked on the door, pouting. "Big brother~ Are you okay?" I asked, holding my teddy bear close to my chest.

My brother. Luke. He was my life. I was a homeschooled child for now, since I was so shy. He was my only friend. My only companion. I loved him deeply….

But he had begun to act so strangely.

The once beautiful violin music that came from his very expensive violin had begun to quiver. It was becoming shriller, and was hurting my ears…

He had suddenly stopped playing.

Slowly, his door opened.

"King…." He said sadly, with a sad smile across his face.

I was worried. I had no way of knowing how to comfort him. I could simply offer up my teddy bear, hoping it would make him happier. I just wanted him happy again..

He laughed at me, and handed back my teddy, ruffling my black hair.

My brother and I were nothing alike.

I was a scrawny little pale child with black hair that fell into my deep green eyes.

He was a slightly tanner red head, whose green eyes sparkled all the time.

His eyes.

I loved his eyes…

They were so beautiful, framed by his beautiful eyelashes and bold eyebrows….

"C'mon in, King."

I nodded, and went into his room.

It was so tidy.

And, why would it not be? My big brother was in high school! He was the tidiest person on earth! Even tidier than mommy and daddy!

He sat on his bed, and I automatically crawled into his lap.

"Brother.." I mumbled, my childish voice coming out slightly slurred.

He took my hands in his, comparing the sizes, and weaving our fingers together. "What is it, King?"

I looked up at him. "I wanna learn Violin from you."

He seemed surprised at this, and also… saddened?

"Why don't you take lessons from my teacher? She'll be way more patient with you."

"No!" I said selfishly, pouting. "It's not the same unless its brother!"

He laughed, before hugging me close. It wasn't playful. It was needy. It was scaring me. I simply wrapped my arms around him.

"Brother… what's wrong? Your crying."

"Idiot, no I'm not.."

"Your heart is…"

He released the hug, and stared intently into my eyes. "When did you become so observant, King.. ?"

"We're connected!" I said, placing my hand on his heart. "We're siblings. I know when you're hurting."

He smiled down at me, and kissed my forehead. "I love you, you know that, King?"

I nodded. "Of course I do… And I love you too, Brother."

He stood up, but not before taking me off his lap and plopping me on his bed. He picked up his Violin.

Ah…

I loved my brother's music.

From memory, he began to play my Lullaby. The song mommy had hummed to me every night for my life. Whenever I heard the tune, I became sleepy.

And that was what was happening.

"Ahh… Meany…" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

I could hear his deep laugh. "Don't worry, King. You can sleep in here tonight."

"Mmkay…" I mumbled. It was already ten at night.

I pulled his covers over me, ready to sleep. The lullaby ended, and he put his violin away. I felt the bed move as he got in next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I felt so secure next to my brother…

"King…"

"Hm…?"

"If I ever ask you who you are, do you remember what to say… ?"

Ah. Brother's condition. I hated talking about it. The idea of him forgetting everything…. It made me sad.

"That I'm your beloved little brother, who loves you deeply, and wants you to remember him forever…"

"Good boy, King."

"Of course…"

"Good night, King."

"G'night, Luke brother…"

Morning.

I hate mornings…

I always will.

I awoke to find my brother still clinging to me.

I became to squirm. "Brother, you have school…."

He awoke a few minutes later, to me protesting.

"Schooool…" I chimed.

"Nnn… Idiot, King…" He said, rubbing my head. "It's Saturday."

I stopped. "Ah. Really?"

He nodded.

My brother…

Had forgotten our parents.

So I had distanced myself from them to be with him.

I didn't want him to forget me…

I wanted to be the only one he would remember……

He got up, and I left his room to get dressed. A black T-Shirt with blue pants, and a fur lined jacket. It was still cold out.

Winter.

I came back into my brother's room. He was looking over his Violin, a confused expression on his face.

"Brother?"

"King…" He looked at me. "I… I know this is important to me, but… I don't remember…"

My eyes widened. "Ah…"

I walked up to him. "It's your violin, Brother…."

"My…. Violin?"

I nodded. "Remember? My Lullaby? You play it all the time on it."

"Ah…" He was still confused.

Biting my lower lip, I grabbed his hand, and began to walk out of his room. "Let's go, brother, I wanna go to a café with you!"

"Ah! Wait, King, I need to grab my jacket!"

I stopped. "Oh. Right."

He laughed, and went back into his room to grab his jacket.

He soon came back out and picked up. I laughed, grabbing onto around his neck.

Yes, these were the best of days…

We left the house. I was sad he wouldn't ever play my Lullaby again, but I was happy that he was outside with me.

My hand was tightly clasped in his as we walked down the street. He was always worried for my safety, always making sure I was near him so I wouldn't get harmed….

Soon, the café came into sight. We went into it. While he ordered himself a coffee, I sat at a table. I was never really one to eat. I was never really hungry.

He came over to me with his coffee, and offered me a sip. I took it from him, and took a small sip, sticking my tongue out. "Bitter…" I mumbled.

He laughed. "Of course it is. Your taste buds are still young, King."

I pouted. "But I wanna drink coffee like Brother!"

He smiled, taking a big chug. "You will one day."

"That's not soon enough…"

"Heh."

Once he was done, we got up to leave. Back to the house. Mommy and daddy weren't at home. They were at work. They always were… That's probably why Brother didn't remember them.

We soon went into the house. I headed straight towards the TV room and turned on the TV, sitting on the couch, waiting for Luke.

He soon came in, and plopped down next to me. I leaned against him, smiling happily. Moments like this made me happy. Oh so happy…..

I awoke to a scream, as my head ht the couch. My brother had quickly jumped up off the couch, staring at me in horror. I was confused. "Brother… ?"

"No… no… I-I don't want to forget about you, King, but I can feel it… GOD, it's fucking disappearing!"

"B-Brother! It's alright, I'll remind you…!"

"No, King! You don't get it! I can't forget about you… I cant… all those feelings, they'll all disappear, and… and…"

He stuck dad's gun to his head.

"Bro… ther?"

I didn't know about death.

I didn't know about pain.

I didn't know about suicide.

But once he pulled the trigger, I learned quickly.

I learned as the room was washed in red. As my face was splattered with the blood of the one I loved.

As I watched his eyes roll back in his head, and he fell to the ground, dad's gun falling out of his hands….

"B… Brother?"

I stood up, and went up to his body. I shook it lightly. "C'mon, get up, Brother…. We have to clean before mommy and daddy get home… you got stuff all over the place…"

No reply.

The harsh truth began to settle in. My eyes watered.

"Brother…"

Another shake.

"Brother…!"

Nothing.

"BROTHER!!"

I began to cry.

And cry.

And cry.

I cried when my parents found me.

When the police came.

When my brother's body was taken away.

When I was alone…

So… Alone.

That day, I guess is when I began to hate the color red.

I hated the red hair people had. It was a disgrace to my brother.

No one deserved it but him.

I hate sunny days…

I hate red...

I hate guns....

And, I hate God.

And apparently

He hates me as well.

Brother complex, King? –. O Anyways, it's a small filler I did after placing my hand under water and numbing it o.o Hoorah. It's a short one, but I just wanted to explain King a bit better. O A o I just wanna get to more of Hal and Kai and less of King. But it's so hard. T. T