Oh gosh, I FINALLY finished chater seven. I am so sorry this took so long to write, but I had been busy with testing and plot bunnies, and then I got sick. And my motivation went down the drain. Please forgive me for all this! *whimpers in corner*
Kerith was exuberant to learn of the rapid recovery in his leg muscles, so well in fact, that he was able to walk the day after his operation. Emilia fired off one questions after another, searching for answers to her patient's supernatural regeneration. Kerith could only shrug and suggest the dark powers within his body played an important role in his recovery processes. A few minutes later, his nurse had deemed the blond hero in stable condition, enough for the brunette to offer him a ride back to his PentHoüs. Kerith's concern for Jaryn's well being grew stronger every minute, like a vice tightening itself around his heart.
"You're sure you don't need me to walk you up?" Emilia said, pulling up to the looming skyscraper in her cherry-red jeep.
"As I said before, I have no trouble walking, Emilia. Your top priority now is locating your dance partner, correct?" Kerith stepped out of the vehicle, tilting his head to the swirling mass of grey clouds above.
The brunette frowned, parking her jeep and crossing her arms defiantly. "No way in hell am I looking for Bodie. That jerk is on his own now."
"You can't mean that, Em. He still cares about you, his heart is simply entangled within a web of delusion." The platinum blond sighed, leaning in to ruffle Emilia's dark hair. "If I were to be in Bodie's position, would you sit idle, or would you spend endless hours searching for your lost companion?"
Emilia was stricken with shock; to think of sacrificing Bodie or Kerith was an outrage! Yet, she could understand exactly what Kerith intended to teach her. It made no difference who was missing, it was Emilia's duty to rescue her friends. She nodded, starting up her vehicle and driving off in pursuit of her partner.
Kerith sighed, thankful he was able to dissolve Emilia's hatred before it poisoned her heart again. He entered the PentHoüs and stepped into the elevator, his thoughts and concerns for Jaryn stirring turmoil in his soul. He could only hope nothing disastrous had occurred in his leave of absence. As the doors slid open, Kerith's worry only doubled in size. The entire room had been wrecked, furniture in splinters, holes punched into the walls, broken glass and shredded fabric littered the floor.
"Jaryn? Jaryn!" The blond cried, running through the halls and surveying the damage. Kerith could only imagined how Jaryn's mental state was holding up. Across the walls were two words written over and over again in blood. Kerith almost wanted to throw up at the sight of it.
Kill Him
"Kill...kill...kill...is that all you want me to do...? Why won't you leave me alone?" The blond froze at the sound of his sister's voice. "I don't want to...Kerith hasn't come back yet, I know. He'll be back...he said so..."
The blond hero peered into the door frame of his sisters room, mortified by the emptiness of her voice. Jaryn was moving roboticly, fingers covered in blood as she continued to write words on her walls, speaking with an unseen entity. Ignoring his mind's warnings of danger, Kerith rushed into his sister's room, stopping just short of her bed.
"Jaryn?"
She whirled around, trance shattering as life returned to fragile cobalt eyes. "K-Kerith..."
He rushed forward, gathering his sister into his arms as she sobbed violently, terrified of her actions. Kerith held strong, mentally slapping himself for receiving an injury and leaving Jaryn for longer than necessary.
"I'm so sorry, Jaryn. I never meant to leave you alone." The blond felt a single tear leak out of his eye. He was an idiot! Jaryn suffered because of him and his silly antics as Night Shade! "I-I just..."
"I know you didn't mean to." Jaryn sniffed, sitting back onto her bed. "But...she was so scared and frightened, I had no way to calm her down."
Kerith was extremely confused. "She? Jaryn, who's she?"
"I think it's what you call 'the insanity'. She's a nice person, honest! But when you're gone, she gets scared. Then she got angry that you weren't coming back and became this-this thing that controls me." She motioned to her blood stained hands. "I tried to stop her, but she's too powerful when she gets angry. I destroyed the entire house and almost everything in it." Jaryn started to cry again, but Kerith rushed to her side and cupped her face gently in his hands.
"It's alright, I'm here now. Don't be scared." He whispered softly, wiping away his sister's tears. "I need to bandage your hands, okay?"
Jaryn nodded and allowed her brother to clean off her arms, several large gashed becoming evident as the blood was cleaned off. She bit her lip, avoiding eye contact with Kerith. What would he say about this? Sure, the insanity was responsible for some parts of her violent behavior, but not this. Jaryn always heard that blood made pain go away. She wasn't entirely sure why she stooped this low, to cut her own arms, but it had worked for a while, so she said nothing. But Kerith was sure to notice the other scars, the ones made days before the incident.
As Kerith cleaned his sister's wounds, he noticed several scar marks that certainly were not from natural falls. However, taken Jaryn's current condition, he decided not to mention the other wounds. Jaryn appeared genuinely surprised as her brother finished bandaging her arms and stood tall with a pleased smile.
"You didn't do anything too serious to your arms, so I think you'll be alright. Just stay away from sharp objects, okay?" Jaryn could have sworn she saw her brother wink, but no, it was most likely a trick of the light.
"Yeah, okay." She muttered, gazing at her blood stained sheets. It would take hours to clean them, not to mention all the walls, furniture, and glass to repair.
Kerith felt the awkward tension in the air grow tighter, threatening to deprive he twins of their voices altogether. He coughed loudly, earning Jaryn's attention.
"So, Jaryn...I figure that it will require a full team of specialists to fully restore our PentHous to its original condition-" He glanced at his sister who appeared ready to bite her lower lip in two. "-I figure that a little time off would do us a favor."
Jaryn blinked increadously. "You mean, go downtown and be normal teenagers for once?"
"That was the plan."
Jaryn laughed merrily, tackling her brother to the ground and holding on tight. "Oh, thank you, brother! We shall have the most wonderful day, and I'll make it up to you, I promise!" She dragged Kerith to his feet, kissing him on the cheek.
The blond hero was in a daze. He hadn't expected Jaryn to be so...ecstatic over his simple suggestion. Neverless, Jaryn was up and about, talking a million miles an hour as she changed her clothes.
"Hey, Ker, how do I look?" She stepped out, her normal Glitterati outfit replaced with a purple star patterned shirt, jean shorts, and high heeled boots. Jaryn had removed her makeup and even pulled her hair back with a headbands.
Kerith couldn't speak. His sister looked so different from her normal self, he had trouble remembering who she was for a few minutes. Even then, no words would form in his mind and his mouth hung open.
"Ah, I forgot. You need to change as well." Jaryn grinned, shoving her brother towards his room. She tripped Kerith through the doorframe, locking the door and sauntering over to the closet.
"Wha-Jaryn, I really don't think that's a good-!" Kerith grimaced as his sister rummaged through his clothing, pulling out things he'd rather not be seen in.
"C'mon Ker, put it on!" She held out the clothing with an eager grin. Kerith, wanting nothing to do with this, attempted to escape his sister's clutches.
"Jaryn! I'm not wearing that! Hey-! What are you-?"
"Stop running away! I'm trying to help you here!"
"Ow- Jaryn!"
They both ended up on the floor, Kerith underneath Jaryn as she finished pulling a navy blue, hooded shirt over his head. She smirked victoriously, flipping her brother over and pinning him to the ground by his back.
"Jaryn, seriously, Stop it! You shouldn't do that!" His sister was taking off his pants, for christ's sake! Kerith flushed a bright pink, trying to break free of his horrid nightmare scenario.
"So? We're blood related. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Don't say it like that! You're being creepy-Gah!" Kerith gasped for breath as his sister pulled harshly at his jeans, trying to fit them on him. "Ja-ryn! You're…killing…me…!" Jaryn merely yanked harder, finally succeeding in getting the jeans to fit on her brother.
"There, now we're getting somewhere!" Jaryn grinned. Kerith gripped the carpet floor in agony. God, this was going to be hell.
Glitch sighed and pressed his head against the chilling window glass. Bodie was driving him back to the family apartment, but... Mo was there, so was Taye. He'd have his hide skinned once they realized he was back. Mo was never one to let people off the hook, meaning Glitch was in for severe punishment.
"Yo, this is it, right?" Bodie nudged the boy, directing his attention to the apartment complex.
"Don't you already know where I live? You've been here before." Glitch raised an eyebrow to the blond's odd behavior.
He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, right. See, I forget things when I become Night Shade. It's more of a transformation sequence."
"Oh."
What else was there to be said? Glitch opened the car door, stepping out as a hand reached forward, reeling him back into the passenger seat, Bodie kissing him deeply on the lips.
"I love you, Glitch." Again, a shiver crawled down the raven haired boy's spine. Why did this feel so wrong?
"I-I love you too..."
"What's that supposed to mean? I don't even like this! Get a hold of yourself, Glitch!"
He shook himself free of the tiny conscience and faced his impending doom. The moment Glitch placed his key in the lock, the door swung wide open, a very pissed off Mo glaring down at him. The breaker grabbed Glitch by the shoulder, dragging him inside. Mo shoved him into a chair, slamming his hands into the wall on either side of Glitch's head. The breaker was beyond excuses, rage consumed his heart, transforming the once gentle mentor into a raging bull.
"M-Mo..."
"Cut t' shit, young'in. Where t' hell 'ave ya been t' last TWO days?" Thy B-Boy snarled, his golden eyes stabbing Glitch's soul.
"..In...po...sta..." Glitch mumbled, keeping his eyes away from Mo. Enraged, Mo grabbed Glitch by hus shirt collar, forcing him to look at his face.
"Speak up, Dammit! Where t' hell were you?"
"In the police station!" The raven haired boy slapped a hand over his mouth. Only thing Mo hated more than trouble makers, were impounded kids.
"You were jailed? After everythin' we did, ya' still have t' guts to git yerself a ticket into prison?"
"You don't understand, Mo!" Glitch grunted in pain as he was dragged by his shirt collar.
"Oh, I understand perfectly!"
"Mo! Will ya' shuddup already?" Taye screamed, emerging from the kitchen. As soon as she caught sight of Glitch, she froze stone still. "Glitch?"
Lil'T poked her head out from the confines of her room. "G's back?"
Mo scoffed, dragging the raven haired boy to the front door. Taye and Lil'T gasped in shock, springing over to stop the B-Boy.
"Mo!" Taye cried. Lil'T followed suit, sliding to a halt just behind him.
The alomnar opened the front door, tossing Glitch onto the pavement. The raven haired boy stared at Mo, mortified. He was...
"Mo! What t' hell, man?"
The B-Boy growled, whirling around and slapping Taye across the cheek. "Shut yer mouth, Taye." Lil'T looked about ready to cry.
"And you." Mo pointed to Glitch. "I don't wanna see your skinny punk ass 'round here ever again, you filthy street trash!"
Glitch's heart shattered, the door to his only home slamming shut with a loud crash. He rose shakily to his feet, the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders. Glitch didn't think, he simply bolted out of the complex, ignoring any rational thoughts of stopping to formulate a plan. Unfortunately, Glitch collided head-on with another stranger, shopping bags flying everywhere on the sidewalk.
"S-sorry!" The boy stuttered, crawling to his feet and taking off again.
It didn't matter where Glitch traveled anymore. He had become a nobody.
Kerith grimaced, rubbing his head in slight agony. He'd been run over by a kid, one most likely in a rush to get somewhere. Glancing to the side, the blond was relieved to find the contents of his two shopping bags unharmed. He picked them up, searching the sidewalks for his sister, who had disappeared surprisingly fast. Two hands wrapped around his left arm, yanking him backwards towards the sidewalk. On instinct, Kerith shifted his stance, throwing his arm up in the air, preparing to punch whoever it was that attempted to rob him. Imagine his surprise to see Jaryn hanging on for dear life, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground, cobalt eyes wide in shock.
"Kerith! What are trying to do, kill me?" Jaryn yelled, a trace of fear lingering in her voice.
"Sorry. I thought you were trying to steal from me." The blond quickly apologized, setting his sister on the ground. She kicked him in the shins. "Ow! Wha-"
"For disrespecting a lady." Jaryn huffed, turning her back on Kerith. The blond hero shook his head. Boy, Jaryn really was a handful, no wonder they hardly had any friends.
The twins walked along mainstreet, watching the world around them. Sure, the view from the PentHoüs was pretty, but nothing compared to the real walk down the street. Everyone was smiling, talking with their friends as they window shopped and conversed with the average fellow on various subjects. Kerith had never noticed how closely interwoven the city really was. Each person played a part, from the man on the corner selling hotdogs, to the teenage girl spending her allowance on a week's worth of clothing. Pain filled Kerith's heart, reminding him of his missing childhood, those days of watching his fellow classmates have fun as he tended to Jaryn. A part of his heart had died in the process, leaving an ugly, mutilated organ behind. Seeing her brother's grim expression, Jaryn decided to snap Kerith from his frightening memories.
"Ker, c'mon." She tugged on her brother's arm. "We're supposed to be having fun, not moping about our past."
"That's easy for you to say. You don't know what it's like to be locked indoors."
Jaryn huffed, placing both of her hands on Kerith's cheeks and forcing him to look at her. "Remember who you're talking to next time. I had no childhood. Be thankful, people don't take you as insane."
The blond hero's eyes spread wide in shock. Here was his sister who had suffered through a coma, mental disorders, and severe depression, yet, he was moping about over a few years of looking after his sister. Sadly, all Jaryn's...uh..."pep talk" achieved was an extremely depressed Kerith.
"Okay, that's it!" Jaryn growled, grabbing her brother's arm and dragging him towards the boardwalk. "I'm going to show you exactly what I've always wanted to do."
Kerith hadn't realized how serious his sister could be, that is, until she introduced her twin to all the things she was never able to do as a child. Oddly, Jaryn wanted to go to a pet shop first, god knows why. The first animal she laid eyes on, she picked up and held it in Kerith's face. It was a white rabbit who Jaryn named "Cuddles" and treated as if it were her own child. Much to his surprise, Jaryn didn't buy the fluffy creature, but placed him back in his habitat and waved goodbye, taking her brother with her.
"Why didn't you buy the rabbit?" Kerith asked, perplexed by His sister's odd behavior.
"It's every kid's dream to have a pet, even if they can't take one home. I just wanted to see how it felt to love a little animal. They're adorable, you know." Kerith could only smile.
For her second stop, Jaryn decided to drag her brother to a decently sized mall. If one had to take a guess, it seemed as if Jaryn was moving forward in her mentality, going from a child to a teenager. She was surprised at how many people were walking around. The entire building was lively and bright, like a 21st century festival. Jaryn ran to a glass railing, grabbing on with both hands and shouting at the top of her lungs.
"HELOOOOOO!"
Kerith quickly pulled his sister away, glaring as she waved to couple of seriously confused shoppers.
"Jaryn, what the heck was that for?"
She shrugged. "I thought it was a good way to meet a whole bunch of people at once."
Once again, Kerith was left completely stumped by his sister's logic.
As the hours passed, Jaryn managed to drag her brother the entire way around the mall, acting exactly like an excited child. She insisted insisted Kerith buy something, only to complain about it, while he was in line, and grab something else to replace it. If guys thought shopping with your wife was stressful, imagine having your twin sister with the mentality of an eight year pulling you in every direction. Jaryn was somehow able to meet up with a group of children playing tag in a waiting area, causing chaos as she weaved through people to catch the kids. Kerith stood watching, his eyebrows twitching as a bunch of very pissed of mothers glared at him.
"What the heck is she doing? I mean...this is getting really weird..."
"Kerith! Come play tag with us! I'm it!" Jaryn waved, laughing happily as she ran after some kids.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
Rest was simply not an option. The moment the kids were led away from her, Jaryn took hold of Kerith's arm and dragged him outside the mall. The sky had faded to a dark indigo, twinkling stars shining like miniature diamonds.
"Whoa." Jaryn stared at a shimmering fountain as colored lights played off the water, creating a rainbow. "This way!" She led Kerith across the street, insisting that he put down their purchases before approaching the fountain.
"I hadn't realized they built a fountain here." Kerith watched as the water spouted into the air as a two tier pillar.
Jaryn crossed her arms behind her back, glancing to the side nervously before raising her right foot and kicking her brother in the back of his leg. Set off balance, Kerith fell forward into the two foot fountain, proceeding to get soaked thoroughly. Jaryn laughed, holding a hand over her mouth as Kerith struggled to flip the hair out of his eyes.
"Oh, so you think you're so funny, eh?" Kerith grinned, taking hold of his sister's hand and pulling her into the fountain as well.
She spit out water, glaring at Kerith before splashing him. He held up his hands defensively, splashing Jaryn back. They both laughed, reliving their broken past in the chlorinated waterfall happened to be a lot more fun than Kerith expected. A blast of water behind the twins directed their attention to the spray of water changing colors like a chameleon. They climbed out of the fountain, soaking wet and exhausted, but happier then they had ever been before. Jaryn took her brother's hand as they gathered up their things, leading Kerith to the final destination.
A suburban area, lit by streetlamps and decorated with small family houses. All was still, the crickets and humming of insects barely grazing the silence. There was a small park, empty and abandoned by exhausted children, but still maintaining a decent condition. Jaryn took a seat on one of the swings, anxiously waiting for her brother to stand behind.
"Kerith, will you push me?"
Such simple words had never sounded so sincere. The blond hero stood behind his sister, pushing her on the back gently as she swung back and forth, like two children taking turns seeing if they can push each other to the sky and back.
"Do you remember," Jaryn began, her voice almost to a whisper, "long ago when we were kids and mother and father..."
The silence between her statements was deafening.
"...and we used to play on the swings? I'd always ask you to push me, because Mother pushed too light and Father too hard." She slowed herself to a stop. "No matter how many times I asked, you just smiled and said okay. Not once did you ever ask me to push you."
"I didn't need-"
"You wanted someone to." Jaryn cut off. "But I didn't want to do it. How selfish of me." Even without looking at her face, Kerith could already sense his sister was crying.
"Maybe it would have been better if I had never existed in the first place."
Jaryn promised herself she wouldn't cry, no matter what her brother's response would be. But as Kerith wrapped his arms around Jaryn, pulling her off the swing and into his lap, she couldn't help but let her emotions flow naturally. Kerith. The brother she believed to be unstoppable, who could deal with that devil Oblio, was reduced to a crying mess, clutching his sister protectively.
"Don't ever say that! Why would you think so lowly of yourself? Can you not see everything that you've done for me!"
"Kerith..."
"I love you, Jaryn. Nothing will ever change that! Nothing. Nothing..." Kerith couldn't help it. He felt weak, useless. For his sister to have such thoughts could only mean he wasn't acting as a brother should.
Jaryn cracked a small, sad smile. "I love you too, you big softie."
The Glitterati twins sat in silence, allowing every moment to sink in. Their childhood may have been gone, but they still had each other, and that was enough for both of them.
Glitch walked aimlessly along the sidewalk with his head bent to the ground, emerald eyes glossed over.
"Now look what you've done. You're a hopeless case. Who in their right mind would ever keep a convict like you? 15 and in jail for two days? Yeah, sounds like the brother I'd love to have!"
Try as he might, Glitch just couldn't block out the voice's harsh insults. He could only listen, his heart sagging with every syllable. It was all true, all true! Mo threw him out of the house for breaking the one and only rule. He should have been smarter about what kinds of activities he got himself into.
"Selfish, disgusting, brat. You're nothing but a speck of dirt on a clean tabletop. Why don't you do everyone a favor and remove yourself permanently?"
"Permanently..." The raven haired boy muttered, stopping dead in his tracks.
A smoggy wind blew past Glitch, car horns honking as they swerved to avoid hitting the boy. He simply stood there, waiting, listening, everything moving as if it were light itself. From his peripheral vision, a massive blob with blinding headlights approached, the deep horn blaring like no tomorrow. Glitch snapped out of his trance, paralyzed with fear as a freight truck barreled towards him, any chances of escape withered away in a mere second.
An arm wrapped around Glitch's waist, sweeping him off his feet and into the arms of a motorcyclist, sliding to a halt on the sidewalk and away from the incoming truck. The raven haired boy panted heavily, shuddering at the thought of being smashed to a bloody mess on the road. Had he really just attempted to end his life? Glitch glanced up to see the face of his savior, only to find a devil staring down at him. Oblio. The young reporter's luck had just gone down the toilet. Glitch tried to pry himself from the grip around his waist, but was only clutched tighter as Oblio threw him onto the back of his motorcycle.
"You might want to hold on."
Oblio revved the engine, scaring Glitch into hugging his waist in fear of losing the life that had just been saved. He couldn't run, but there was no way in hell glitch would ever think of trying suicide again. The dark haired officer stopped his motorcycle in the driveway of a small house built to accommodate a family of four at maximum. Glitch tried to sneak away, but Oblio secured his right wrist within his hand, not once glancing behind him. The officer dragged the boy to the front door, completely unaffected by any of Glitch's efforts to escape.
The raven haired boy kicked Oblio's shins, but the officer didn't even so much as flinch. "Seriously! What the heck is this guy? Is he titanium or something?"
"Let me go! You can't do this-!" Glitch was forcefully dragged into the house, the door shut and locked behind him.
Oblio brought the writhing boy to his bedroom, throwing Glitch backwards onto the bed carelessly. Images of children being raped flashed across the young reporter's mind as the various articles on child kidnapping had struck a particularity deep-seated fear into the boy's mind. He sat up quickly, scooting backwards until the wall jutted up to prevent any further escape. The world wanted to end his life, it seemed. Oblio was never known for his kindness, just for his relentless persecution towards anything he set his eyes on. He closed the door to his bedroom slowly, darkness encasing everything, save the crack under the door and slits of light fluttering in from the window blinds.
"Takori."
Glitch froze. "H-how do you know my name?"
"Does the name Hamaka ring any bells?" Oblio asked, an edge of distrust hidden in his voice.
"Hamaka? But...that was mother and father's..." The raven haired boy gritted his teeth. "What's it to you? Huh? Why all the questions? 'Sides, I ain't speaking about nothin'. Piss off, man!"
A startled gasp escaped Glitch's throat as he was pinned to the bed by his wrists. Oblio loomed over him, fierce determination ablaze in his dark teal eyes. Cold fingers dug into the boy's skin, sending shivers up his spine. Glitch had pushed the wrong buttons too far, and now Oblio was going to use him as he saw fit.
"Serves you right, you punk ass slut."
"Takori Hamaka. You have been hiding from me this entire time under the cover of Glitch Tekuno, a name given to you by Mo Tatian. I see now why he wanted your tracks covered so badly." Oblio's voice softened considerably as he leaned his face closer to the boy's, lightly touching foreheads. Glitch's emerald eyes stared straight into melting puddles of azure blue.
"Brother of Odius Hamaka, formally known as Oblio." Their lips touched, so chaste, a surge of unbridled emotion flowing throughout Glitch's body. Oblio turned his head to the side, gathering his younger brother in a gentle embrace. He held the raven haired boy's shredded pieces of love, ignoring the cuts and tears they inflicted.
Glitch lay frozen in his spot, a light blush spreading across his cheeks as Oblio hugged him. His brother. How long had it been since they'd been able to recognize each other? Three years had passed since Oblio's career change, one that gained the approval of his parents, and the neglect of Glitch. Oblio had died his hair. It used to be the same color as his, darker than a raven's wing, but softer than silk to the touch. Changed his last name. Kanashimi, the word for sorrows, so unlike his life, which seemed to be filled with nothing but good fortune. A police officer. Oblio had traded his dreams for reality, found a job that demanded time and effort in order to maintain.
And Glitch?
He was thrown out of his own home, rejected for his sexuality, and jailed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't deserve anyone's attention
"I love you." Oblio whispered softly into Glitch's ear.
No, this was wrong. How could Oblio love him? Glitch pried himself away from the embrace, a sad smile on his face. No matter how the boy arranged it, he simply could not piece together the fractured pieces of love. Their edges sliced through his hands, leaving a bloody trail wherever Glitch went, a warning to all who dared to step close. Love's puzzle remained incomplete, no image to base the pieces off of and no one who dared to touch the pieces. Glitch was alone.
"Haha, I always knew you were a kidder...but, now's not the time to be crackin' jokes." He hated feeling weak, to be looked upon with pity and disappointment.
"I wasn't kidding." Oblio reached forward, gasping the boy's wrists. "I love you."
"Okay, I think that's enough with all that brotherly-love crap." Glitch laughed nervously, sweat dropping a little as he tried to move away from Oblio. "You can let go of me now, ya' know." However, the dark haired man refused to release Glitch's wrists.
"I love you."
Glitch writhed in his brother's grasp. "Stop saying that! I know you don't mean it!"
Oblio furrowed his brows as his face contorted into one filled with anger. He shook the boy by his wrists, his voice filled with an unknown anger. "Is he all you ever think about? Are my feelings and opinions a trivial matter to you? You are centered around your hero and you never think about what others may want! What about my feelings? Do you know anything about me?"
Glitch by his lower lip, bowing his head in shame. Oblio was right, who would want to be with a selfish little brat like himself anyway? "I-I'm sorry..."
The dark haired officer sighed, releasing his little brother's wrists. He probably went a little overboard on a lecture again. Shouting at Glitch wouldn't bring results, in fact, Oblio was almost positive it would break the boy further. His life was already in shambles, thrown out of a household twice, almost committed suicide, and was extremely confused about his emotions. Oblio gathered the raven haired boy into his arms, holding him gently in a loving embrace. Glitch shivered in his arms, tears threatening to turn his eyes to waterfalls once more.
"Don't be sorry. I am the one who did not recognize my own flesh and blood."
"I thought you were evil..."
"And I believed you to be nothing but a kid." Oblio countered. "I was wrong. You are my brother, whom I shall not allow to be injured by another as long as I live." Glitch felt the arms wrapped around him hold a bit tighter. Oblio needed him just as much as Glitch needed a brotherly figure.
"Then we're a family, yes?" The dark haired man nodded, placing a light kiss on the crown of Glitch's head.
"Now, off to bed." Oblio nudged his brother towards the door. "We can talk more in the morning."
Glitch walked forward a few steps, stopping just short of the door. "Um..."
"Yes?"
"Can I...uh...sleep with you?" Oblio blinked in surprise as his brother flushed several shades of pink. He hadn't expected such a request from the stubborn raven haired boy. Nonetheless, he shifted backwards, making space for the boy. Glitch let out a grateful sigh and crawled into Oblio's bed, snuggling in between his brother's arms. He smelled of cinnamon and a faint trace of smoke, a new combination that reminded Glitch of the city, filled with busy people and fast moving vehicles. Oblio's hart pounded out a steady beat, lulling the raven haired boy into a deep slumber, his heart filled with happiness once thought unattainable.
What the fuuuu...I don't even know anymore.
Review please, and do complain if I am being an ass with my updates.
Next Chapter's Preview:
"Alright! Who are you two?"
Siren smirked, wiping a small trail of blood from his lips. "I thought it was obvious. Guess not." Another sonic screech echoed through the back alley, forcing Night Shade to the ground with his hands protecting his ears. Out of the shadows, a pair of black boots slammed into Kerith's chest, the impact knocking the air out of his lungs. The two figures loomed over Night Shade, watching his struggle to regain his breath.
"Pitiful fool. You don't have what it takes to beat us."
"Mala, how horrible!" Siren smirked, unveiling his single yellow wing. "I thought he did just fine...for a dead man, that is."
Mala laughed, punting her foot straight into Kerith's stomach. Pain coursed through his body, sending up a wave of blood ungratefully coughed out of his system. He was at the mercy of the brutal assassins, all other methods of escaped blocked off by the previously collapsed wall of rubble. Mala and Siren descended on Night Shade, prepared to finish off their job.
"Glitch..."