Reunion

~Chapter 2~

"I love you so much, Simon. More than anything or anyone."

"There you are, Simon!"

"Hello, mother," Tien stood on her toes, gently giving her son a kiss on the cheek with a large smile.

"I'm so glad you're home! Come, have dinner with us!" Simon followed her into the kitchen, his little brother, Shawn, getting up and running over to him, hugging his leg.

"You're home!" he squealed, making the man chuckle.

"I promised I wouldn't get myself killed," he replied, patting his head. He then looked at the table, his two little sisters, Melody and Amber. Melody just gave him that huge smile he remembered. Amber... she glared at him. Nothing unusual about that. Ever since he became an enforcer, she always seemed to hate him. He blamed her rebellious stage.

"Sucks you're back," she grumbled, earning a light smack from their mother.

"Don't you dare say that!" she hissed venomously. "We are very lucky to have him back!"

He smiled, Shawn pulling on his short's leg, leading him over to the table.

"Mother, I will be going back out around eight," Simon spoke, gaining Tien's attention. She looked at him surprised, eyes filled with worry.

"Whatever for, dear?" she asked. He just gave her a smile.

"I ran into an old... friend. And he wants to catch up," he told her. She gave a relieved sigh, nodding her head.

"Very well, then! I hope it's fun!"

Time passed. It consisted of catching up and Simon playing with Shawn, who was more than happy to have his older brother home. He was basically glued to his leg, Simon finally having enough of that and picking him up, allowing him to just be carried around easily.

"Big brother, who's your friend?" Shawn asked, making Simon smile.

"I went to school with him when I was fifteen," he replied, walking into his old room. "He was my... best friend, really."

"What's his name?"

"Vincent. Vincent Thorn."

"I saw him on the news about a year ago."

"Really? What for?"

"It said 'familicide'. What does that mean, big brother?"

"Oh... familicide is where... a family is killed, basically. "

"Oh! So, he killed his family, then?"

"Yes... I suppose so... I'm not sure why, though."

"I don't know why either! I love my family! I would never want to hurt them!"

"Good. Stay that way, Shawn. It's best for you."

He gently placed Shawn on the bed, who just smiled up at him. He gently kissed his forehead, before looking through the closet, searching his old clothes.

"Big brother? What does 'gay' mean?" Simon looked back at his little brother, confused.

"Why? Who said that?" he asked. Shawn frowned upon seeing his brother's anger.

"Amber! She called you that a lot while you were gone! A lot of other words, too! What do they mean?" He promised he would strangle the girl later. Maybe when everyone was asleep.

"I will tell you later," he sighed, shaking his head and pulling out a black and red plaid shirt, a white tank top, and some light blue jeans.

"It's an insult, isn't it?" Shawn asked, earning a small shrug.

"It can be. It can also be the truth," he replied, gently laying his clothes on the bed.

"What does it mean for you?" He looked at him, amber eyes locking with honey.

"It's... partly the truth," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Like I said, I'll explain more later!"

Shawn frowned, though he nodded his head.

"Turn around, Shawn. I don't like people watching me change," The boy nodded, turning around so his back faced his older brother. Simon unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the bed, removing his necklace as well. He admired it, biting his lip.

"Simon, I'm going to be honest with you. I kinda... maybe... sorta work with the G-Kings..."

He shook his head, dropping the necklace and pulling the tank top over his head. He then pulled on the plaid shirt, before removing his shorts and pulling on his jeans.

"I am done," Shawn turned around, smiling at his older brother, who was now rummaging through the drawer. He pulled out a brush, combing his hair back to how it was back when he was in high school.

"You look different, big brother!" giggled the young boy. Simon smiled.

"I know. You haven't seen me dress like this before," he chuckled, patting his head.

Eight o'clock came around and Simon was saying goodbye to his family, exiting the apartment, Tien calling to him to be safe and make good choices. Crow was walking down the hallway as he walked out, a smile on his face.

"There's my beautiful Simon," he purred, wrapping his arms around him. "I've missed you."

"Let's just go, Vincent," he sighed, "I need to talk to you."

"Of course! What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together, walking down towards the truck that awaited them. Simon tried to pull his hand away, though Crow kept his grip.

"What happened to your family?" he asked, the man biting his lip. "I was told you committed familicide."

"That's the huge mistake I made," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "I... kinda killed them..."

"Why?! What is the matter with you?!" he cried, ripping his hand out of his grip. Crow looked at him, black eyes filled with sadness. "What would possess you to hurt them?!"

"Simon, I... I'm not mentally well, okay?"

"I can see!"

"Please, just listen to me!"

"What for? Vincent, you murmured your own blood!"

"I will admit, it was horrible and fucking insane and sick! But Simon, I-"

"You what? What is it you're going to say that will make me rethink arresting you myself?"

"Simon, baby, I know I can't say anything to make you think of me like you did back in high school, but..."

"You can't even finish your own defense."

"Simon, I still love you. I would never hurt you, baby. I... I'll be completely honest with you, sometimes I hear voices that aren't even there. But I would do anything that would cause you harm. I love you so much."

"You... you're insane!" Simon shook his head, trying to walk away from him. Crow grabbed his arms, holding him back, the shorter male struggling and begging for him to let him go.

"Please. Just spend some time with me, Simon. I'll show you I'm still that guy from high school," he murmured, "And if not, you can arrest me. You can kill me. Do whatever you want. I just want one chance with you, Simon. Please?"

He didn't reply. Crow nuzzled his face into the side of is neck, making him flinch.

"That guy, Vincent, back in high school? I'm still him. I'm still the Vincent that asked you out in August. I'm still the Vincent that protected you from those bastards that chased you. I'm still the Vincent you trusted and wanted that last night we went spent together. I'm still the same, Simon. I still love you."

Simon's limp by now, no longer struggling. The images of Crow back in high school kept flashing in his mind. His smiling, his soft touches, everything. Even now, he kept a gently grip, though it was enough to keep him in one spot.

"I'm just asking for one chance, liefde," he practically whimpered. The last word; the nickname. It actually... hurt. He could feel a sharp pain in his heart.

"I haven't heard that in so long," Simon sighed, now leaning against his body. "Fine... Fine. One more chance. But that's all you get!"

"That's all I'm asking for," He gently pecks his cheek, earning a small smile along with him blushing.