Part four. Sorry, Super Bowl. I was busy. Yeah Broncos! I also decided to write about Smash bros, not only Brave frontier. Thanks and Enjoy!
Dion grinned at Medina. This was true friendship, not like other times. He smiled at her and one arm hugged her. Than he left. He went to his room, and shut the door. He turned to his desk, where he had been working on a little thing for Ruby. It was supposed to be a beautiful shelf, with richly carved designs and things, but it wasn't coming along too well. It looked more like a lopsided wooden box with scars all over it. He grimaced. He wasn't the best carpenter around. Nevertheless he worked on it,May and night when he could, because he wanted to give it to Ruby on their date, in a month. He started sanding out the old designs and tried again, each time becoming a little better and carving. In no time he had masterfully carved a unearthly display of flower designs and fire. They looked almost real. Unfortunately, in doing so he has sanded the shelf to almost paper thin, so he had to build a new one. He worked hard, remembering what his father used to say before he went crazy. "Son, loafers get no bread, while workers get both the bread and a life." He cherished those moments with his father before his mother had died, leaving his father to mourn so deep it cost his sanity. He paused for the day, leaving a partly finished frame. Dion went to the living area, where Medina and Ruby were playing a game. It was one of his favorite games, Dice Warriors. The point of the game is to get ten points to win, which were earned whenever your two dice were higher than your opponents dice. He joined them. Ruby made room for him next to her, and he played with them. They lost to Ruby after a little while, and Medina went up to her room, but came back looking dejected. "Is he still here?" Dion asked cautiously. Medina nodded. "Yes, but he looks like he's barely a few days old, maybe less than four." Ruby gulped. "Well, let's hope it doesn't get any worse." She said. Dion grinned. "Don't worry. Ol' Yuura's tough, he'll make it." He smiled at Medina. She smiled back, and nodded.
Yuura woke up. He couldn't move! What had happened? He looked wildly around with his eyes. This was Medina's room. Medina. He vaguely wondered where she was. He felt like he'd fallen asleep for a long time. Why couldn't he move? He tried to summon his dark hands for help, but nothing came. He looked down, but couldn't see his body from under the giant blanket. Wait a second. Giant blanket? He had an idea what happened now. He tried to talk, but couldn't do anything except some little noises. He couldn't even talk! How old was he?! At least his mind had returned. Too bad he couldn't signal Medina or anyone about it though. Or maybe he could. He tried to yell, talk, anything. Unfortunately all he could do was cry, which he was for some reason very good at. Well, he could call Medina, but what could he do to tell her that he at least had his normal mind? He thought carefully. So, he couldn't move anything except his eyes. There were no languages for eyes. He could cry, but that was perfectly normal for a baby. Wait! Crying was perfectly normal. So he wouldn't cry. At all. Medina wasn't dense, she would realize. The only thing was to stay awake until she came up to check on him. But that could take hours, and he was already tiring. Sheesh. A baby this young sure was weak. He waited. After what felt like an eternity, he heard a person coming. Medina came in. He tried to maybe grin or something, but he couldn't really well at all. She smiled at him. "So you're awake than, Yuura?" She said sweetly. She grinned and picked him up very carefully. He inwardly gasped in fright. Oh, he was so high. She carried him downstairs to the table, where the others were gathered to eat. Yes! He was starving. He watched as Ruby gave bowls of delicious looking rice and meat to everyone. Except him. What? Where was his meal? Than Medina set a small bottle of white fluid in front of him. What was this?! He couldn't even pick it up though. She herself ate first and than raised the bottle to his lips. He tasted it. It was some form of milk. Goat milk? Cow milk? Sheep milk maybe? He had had those before, but this didn't taste like it. Maybe his taste buds were different now. He heard Dion ask Medina what it was. Medina answered that it was Goat milk, and that it was supposed to help him fall asleep faster. Oh no. He didn't want to sleep, he wanted them to know he was the normal Yuura on the inside. He refused to drink another sip. Medina frowned. "Oh really." He heard her mutter. Dion was laughing. "Looks like baby wants only what he wants." He said. Ruby grinned. Medina shook her head. "I don't have time for this. Come on Yuura, please drink it up." She said to him. He didn't oblige. She growled and put the drink away. Shaking her head again, she left the table. Yuura snorted. Yeah, leave him here! Not like he couldn't walk or anything! Ruby took him to bed. Oh joy! Back to bed. But before he knew it, he was sound asleep.
Morning. Yuura woke up again. He bad news was he was still young. The good news was he could actually walk. He tried talking. A broken string of words and sounds were his sentences. Medina came up later. She gasped, dropping another bottle of goat milk, and grinned. He tried to tell her that he had his normal mind too. "Me...big Wura!" He said. She smiled. "You're a little bigger thankfully, but not quite!" She told him. He rolled his eyes. "No! Me big!" He said again. She rolled her eyes. Great. He made her exasperated with him. Time to try a different approach. He tapped his head. "Big!" He said, pointing to his head. Unfortunately Dion had come in just than. He started laughing. "He just said he's got a big head?!" Dion wheezed, gasping for breath. Medina snickered. Yuura fumed. "NOOO!" He shouted. They looked shocked. He snarled in frustration. He looked around for something to tell them. But Medina slapped his cheek, stunning him. "That is not how we act, Yuura!" She said disapprovingly. He banged his head into the wall. Ow. Bad idea. Yuura thought. He again pointed to his head. "Me...nomal." He said carefully, making sure he sounded it out as best he could. Medina's eyes sharpened. "You're normal? You mean your mind is back?" She said. He nodded furiously. She grinned. "Yes! Dion, you were right!" She squealed, hugging him. Dion blushed. She let go. He nodded. Yuura smiled. Than he bit Dion. "Ouch!" Dion exclaimed. "What was that for?!" Yuura smirked. "No you make me small, Diwon." He said. Dion smiled. "Oh, yeah. Sorry buddy." He said. Yuura grinned. Soon, he would be back. But this time there would be no revenge, he was sick of it. It was about time he and Dion were friends again, like in their childhood, thought in reality, he was done reliving his childhood.