Kay, chapter two is doooone. This one was a bit long to write. I'm really wanting to get ahead to a part that I've thought a lot about, but I can't. So things will be slow, sorry. Enjoy, though 3
Months have passed since the death of their mother, and Sheryl felt as if it were only a dream. But it wasn't. It was all very much real and this made Sheryl angry. The two boys were orphans now and had nowhere to stay. They were on eht streets and food had been difficult to get. Sheryl would talk Tyki into going up to people asking for some sort of food or some change to get food, and most would give him what he wanted because of how young he was. The teen had been thankful for Tyki doing what he was told without any questions asked. "Brother, we need to get out of here - out of Portugal. We should find father." Sheryl said as he sat on the ground, Tyki in his lap. He pet his hair softly. "But you don't like him. Why?" Tyki twiddled his thumbs absent-mindeldlt. "We need to, Tyki. He left us. The man should take care of us. But he isn't. So we should find him and take what is ours, little brother. He should be punished."
"Are we going to hurt him?"
"Yes."
Tyki didn't protest against it but he didn't want to do it. The child never knew his father and he would rather keep it that way for now, even though he was only five years old. He knew better. The infant looked up at his brother and noticed the smile he gave him. He felt happy seeing his older brother smiling at him and he couldn't help but stand up and hug his brother. "Eu te amo, irmao." Tyki mumbled into his brother's neck. Sheryl hugged him back lovingly.
"I love you too, Tyki. More than anything in the world."
"More than food?"
"Much more."
"More than aminals?"
"Animals, Tyki - and yes."
"More than - " Tyki had been cut off as Sheryl kissed his cheek. "More than air, more than life." The older sibling held his brother in his arms. The two had been in the middle of town for a few weeks; they had no home and no clean clothes. The two were dirty and tired and Sheryl didn't want to stay there any longer. "Brother we need to go. We need to get money. I think I might try to work." Tyki frowned. "But we're too little."
"Not me. I'm supposed to be working at me age, silly."
"You hate working."
"I'll get over it." Sheryl really did hate working but for them to survive they neeed money, and to get money he needed to work, and to work he needed a job. But where could he work? Shops tend to only hire family members or friends. Maybe I can work at the mine site. They don't mind people my age there. The thought of working at a dangerous place made Sheryl on edge, but he had to. It was the only place he knew that accepted anyone at any age, and could give him a decent pay. He would just work there for a littel bit...just to get enough money for a train. "Come on, we're going to take a walk." Sheryl let go of Tyki to stand and then grab his hand, leading him. "Where are we goin'?"
"To the mine site, little brother. We can stay there. I'll get some money, too."
The two walked for hours and Tyki began to whine about his feet hurting. At that point, Sheryl picked up his little brother and carried him. "Irmao, are we there yet?" Tyki asked him tiredly. Sheryl sighed and shook his head. "No...I'm not sure. Maybe." The teen and stopped walking to look at where they were. The teen was satisfied to realize that they were finally there and sighed happily as he walked closer to the site. There were a few little buildings there and Sheryl decided to go inside one of them. He placed Tyki down on the wooden floor and looked around inside. "Tyki, cover your mouth." Tyki did as he was told, not sure exactly why. Sheryl looked around a bit more and finally grabbed what he had been looking for - two masks. He gave one to Tyki and helped him put it on before putting on his own. "Why are we using these?" Tyki asked him.
"So we don't breathe the disgusting air, Tyki. It's harmful." He grabbed one of the blankets he noticed on the floor and gave it to Tyki. "We'll stay here, and I'll get some money. Then we can get on the train and...leave."
"But I don't wanna go. I like it here." Tyki looked a but upset. Sheryl frowned a little and touched Tyki's shoulder and sighed. "Lay down, Tyki. You're tired. Get some rest." The child listened to his brother and covered himself with the blanket as he lay on the hard wooden floor. Sheryl watched him do so and decided to stay up. Obviously someone had been living in there still and with the two just walking in they wouldn't be upset to see kids using their things. He would stay up in case they came back.
About an hour passed now and Sheryl was getting tired himself. He began to doze off until a loud whistle-like noise woke him and Tyki up. "What is that?" Tyki sat up and rubbed his tired little eyes. "Nnn - " Sheryl pulled the blanket over the two and brought Tyki down with him. "Shh, someone is coming." Sheryl whispered. The two kept quiet as they hear voices coming closer to the building. "I-irmao.."
"Hush!"
Two voices got closer and closer. They sounded like men - older men. They were talking about their jobs and about getting drinks and all that. Sheryl simply rolled his eyes. Typical for these sort of men to involve themselves in thinks like drinking and gambling. The two kids kept quiet as they tried their best to hide, but they didn't hide well enough. "Ey! What the hell is this?" the blanket was removed from the kids and Sheryl quickly grabbed Tyki to him and held him close. "What is this? There are two lil' kids! What are you two doin' here?" the man stared down at them. He didn't seem mad, but he certainly was not pleased. Tyki stared up at him, nearly terrified. He kept quiet. Sheryl stared back as well, unsure of what to say. But without hesitation, he began to speak. "S-sorry, sir. We came here to rest, we have nowhere to s-stay and we need money."
"This ain't no place for kids."
"I'm not a kid! I'm thirteen! I-I need to get money for me and my little brother!"
The man kept quiet for a moment, looked back at his friends who were just about dumbstruck. "How old is the kid?"
"He's only five." Sheryl kept him close. He didn't trust these men. The man stared at them for a moment before sighing. "Look, kid. I guess you can stay here, but I can't promise you gettin' a job here. You gotta talk to the manager or somethin'."
"Take me to him! I-I'll do anything! I just need to work a little bit. That's all."
"Just take 'em to the guy, Ben." One of the guys from behind him said. "Look at 'em. They're just kids. Can't just let them stay here and not get anything for it."
Sheryl looked at the one named 'Ben', and nodded. "Y-yes...please." Tyki snuggled close to Sheryl, being quiet and afraid. With a sign, 'Ben' shook his head. "Fine, fine. I'll go take ya to him, try to talk to him about it. But just 'cause you two are kids don't mean it's gonna be easier on you, got it?"
Sheryl simply nodded, hopeful that he'd get the job. He didn't plan on staying long - just long enough to get out of Portugal.