Hay guyz it's chapter three. I finally got back to writing this fic again, and I think I'll actually be able to continue. There's a few things I need to go over first, though.
First off, Kyler and Sylvie have changed a lot since I first started writing this story. Heck, Kyler's always been changing since I first created him like ten years ago. His name was Tiger at first, then Tuelengo, and now it's Kyler/Lord Artynyr. He's also becoming less and less of a male Mary Sue (Gary Stu, I believe the boys are called?) so any discrepancies in his character are due to his ever-changing nature. And because there's been such a large gap between the last chapter and this one, consider the details about him in this chapter and beyond to be the accurate ones. I'd go back and fix up the first two chapters but I'M WAY TOO DAMN LAZY. Maybe if this were an original fiction and not a fanfiction. Oh, and if I didn't bring him up already (too lazy to check), Jarin is Kyler and Sylvie's big brother. I sometimes think his name's stupid, but other people seem to like it, so I guess it's okay.
IT BEGINS
Jarin was not happy. Here he was, thinking that he'd be able to go home, give Kyler that book he'd bought to thank him for taking care of Sylvie once again, and go to bed, but no. Kyler never made his life easy. He just had to go and fucking disappear on him again. Of course, Jarin didn't normally blame his brother for being sucked into alternate dimensions, but tonight he was tired, and goddammit he just wanted to sleep.
Maybe I should just let him take care of himself, he thought briefly, but then something occurred to him. Normally they could predict when these things would happen, but not today. Which meant it was probably yet another world. Which meant Kyler probably needed help. Which meant no sleep for him just yet.
He let out a long, drawn out sigh, went down to the lab on the first floor, and grabbed the backpack he kept for situations like these. He added a few things that Sylvie might need and set out, locking the door behind him for obvious reasons.
Lalalalalalalalalalala
Sylvie was very happy. Ed had decided he didn't want her to be running around in the same clothes all the time, so he had taken her to get some new clothes. Some very odd new clothes. But, as Ed reasoned, at least she wouldn't be running around in the same outfit every day. Besides, she was just a kid, albeit a strange one. People would probably realize she picked out her own outfit.
They arrived back at the hotel after getting some dinner at a café. Sylvie had made it pretty clear that she would not eat meat, so Ed had decided to humor her by not eating it himself. He had gotten some pretty nasty glares during lunch.
Lieutenant Hawkeye was waiting for them at the hotel. Sylvie realized this first, because as they were walking up to the entrance, she ran off to greet her. Ed trailed behind, feeling glad that Sylvie hadn't changed into her new outfit quite yet.
"How have you been?" Hawkeye asked Ed as soon as he caught up.
"Fine," Ed replied. "What's up?"
"I'd like both of you to come with me."
"Where are we going?" Sylvie asked as she followed the two to a car.
"To the hospital. We may have found your brother."
Sylvie blinked. "He's hurt again?"
Again? Ed thought, but Riza didn't comment on that. "We're not sure, actually. We have to confirm that it's him first, though."
"Oh, okay."
Ed blinked. Sylvie didn't seem very bothered by the situation. She sat quietly in the back seat, looking out the window and, when that got boring, she began a conversation. With her hands. In a different language.
„Guten Tag."
„Guten Tag."
„Wie geht's?"
„Gut, und sie?"
„Ah, gut, gut. Ich werde Kyler sehen."
„Ja? Das ist gut!"
„Sí."
„Warum sprichst in spanisch?"
„Porque me gusta Español."
„Das ist verrückt!"
"Nande?"
„Was? Das ist nicht spanisch! Das ist japanisch!"
„Ich interessiere mich nicht!"
„Argh!"
And then the first hand ate the second. And Ed just stared.
"You know another language, Sylvie?" Riza asked. She hadn't seemed very surprised by the fit of hand-speaking and hand-cannibalism. Probably because she'd seen more little kids than Ed.
"Kinda. I know two pretty good and one I know a little bit. Jarin knows like five."
Ed nodded in semi-interest. Sylvie watched her hands for another moment before sticking them back in her lap and turning back to the window.
"We're here," Riza said as she turned off the car and got out. Ed helped Sylvie out and they entered the hospital. Sylvie grabbed onto Ed's hand as they walked, staring out at the waiting room while Riza checked in with the front desk.
"I wonder if we'll get to see him right away," Sylvie said after a moment. "Cuz sometimes they won't let me and they act all weird about it."
"Well…" Ed began. "I think it'll be okay this time. Lieutenant Hawkeye didn't seem too worried."
"Oh, it's always okay. I just don't like having to wait."
Ed frowned. "Does… Kyler often get hurt?"
"Yeah, he gets hurt lots, but he always gets better fast. And he never dies."
Ed decided not to point out the obvious. It was time for them to keep going, anyway. He walked with Sylvie behind Hawkeye through the hallway and up the stairs, stopping at a door on the third floor. They went in.
Ed was startled to see just how much Sylvie resembled her brother. Though Kyler's hair gave him an almost unruly appearance, his face was soft and almost feminine, and his eyes were the same shape as Sylvie's. He was small, though still a few inches taller than Ed, and he was both skinny and pale, which gave Ed the impression that Kyler didn't get out much.
Sylvie walked up to her brother as a doctor spoke quietly with Riza. Ed stood behind the child, listening to what the doctor said as he watched Sylvie grab her brother's hand.
"-Can't figure out what's wrong with him. He's injured, yes, but there's no infection, and no signs of any disease. He should be awake by now."
"Kyler does that sometimes," Sylvie said from her seat on the bed. "Jarin says it's normal for him."
Clearly Riza and the doctor were as surprised that Sylvie had been listening as Ed was. They turned to her as the doctor cleared his throat. "Well… if that's the case, then we'll just keep an eye on him until he wakes up."
"It might be a long time," Sylvie said. "It's always a few days."
"Speaking of which, when'd you find him?" Ed asked.
"Just a couple of hours ago. He was found in an alley just before he lost consciousness," Riza replied.
"Did you find Kairi?" Sylvie asked.
"Who?"
"Our other dog. She's my guardian."
"No, there was no sign of her," Riza said. "Though we'll keep an eye out… for…"
Judging by the way the lieutenant had trailed off and was now staring at the window, there was something unusual out there. Ed turned to look, and he immediately understood Riza's reaction. There was a dog sitting in the tree, and staring at them as if they were the unusual ones in this situation.
"Kairi!" Sylvie exclaimed, and she ran over to the window. "I guess she found us!"
"How…" Ed began, but he stopped when he saw that the dog was staring at him. If he hadn't known any better, Ed would have thought that the dog was trying not to laugh at his reaction. "Wait, didn't you say she was part wolf?"
"Yeah, her mom was a guardian wolf too," Sylvie said.
Ed and Riza exchanged glances. This was going from unusual to bizarre in no time at all.
"Can I go see her?" Sylvie asked, looking straight at Ed.
"Um… yeah, sure," Ed replied. "But let's not go through the window, okay?"
"Oh, okay," Sylvie said, sounding a bit disappointed.
"And after that, we should take Kairi back to the hotel, okay?" Riza said. "You can visit your brother again later."
Sylvie looked back at her unconscious brother for a moment, obviously not wanting to leave him already. "But Kairi wants to make sure he stays safe."
"He'll be fine, Sylvie," Ed said. "I've stayed here before. It's plenty safe."
Sylvie stared at Ed, her eyes narrowed as if she were trying to size Ed up. "You have to tell Kairi that. She'll know if you mean it."
Ed looked back out the window. Kairi was still staring at him, and it felt like she could read his mind. Ed suppressed a shudder and turned back to Sylvie. "Well, I guess we'll have to tell her in person. Let's get going, okay?"
"Yeah, just a second," Sylvie said, going around the bed and opening the backpack sitting by the wall. It was obvious she'd done this before, because before Ed or Riza could ask what she was doing, Sylvie had procured a smaller, colorful bag from within the backpack.
"What's in there?" Riza asked.
"A bunch of stuff," Sylvie replied. "It's the bag Kyler packed for me if something like this happened."
There were just too many questions about these two. Ed stared at Sylvie for a moment as she walked back to him, and after a moment, he shook his head. Right now, there was a half-breed wolf sitting in a tree, and people were bound to notice. They'd have to get her down before they did anything else.
Lalalalalalalalalala
A wolf-dog in a tree? What? Another note: Kairi is a pretty big wolf-dog. I don't know how big wolves tend to be, but Kairi can easily carry Sylvie on her back, and will be able to until Sylvie's at least ten years old. She can also carry Kyler, because Kyler's one small guy.
AND THEN SYLVIE'S FUTURE SELF STUMBLED IN ON THE SCENE AND SHE WAS OLD ENOUGH TO SEDUCE ED AND THEY HAD BABIES AND STUFF. THE END.