Morning came. It was time to get up and go work. Sheryl didn't want to, he was too tired. It felt as if he got no sleep, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that Antonio and Lucas were already gone. I must have slept in. He looked around tiredly, spotting Tyki and Ben. As always, they were playing cards. Sheryl watched them for a moment, then sighed. "Irmao!" Tyki exclaimed before running to him. The teen blinked and hugged him as the child ran into his arms. "Irmao, good morning!" Sheryl stared at his little brother, not sure what Tyki had just said. "What did you just say?" he asked. Tyki just smiled. He spoke another language, one Sheryl wasn't very familiar with. "Irmao, Ben is teaching me English. You should learn too! It's really fun! He says that if we learn, we can talk to people all over!" Sheryl wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't disagree that it wasn't a good idea - because it was a great idea. But how did Ben know how to speak English, of all people? "Let's do it, irmao, let's learn!" Tyki nuzzled Sheryl's neck. "O-okay, Tyki." he mumbled. Tyki let go of him and ran to Ben. "He says yes!" Sheryl watched him and smiled a bit. Eloi came walking up to Sheryl. He let out a "meow" and rubbed up against his knee. "Hm?" He picked up the cat and nuzzled him.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned into a year. The boys had officially stayed at the mines for about two years now, and money was still an issue. Tyki continued to play with Eloi and Ben while Sheryl and the guys were out working. His boss asked if Tyki wanted to work too, but Sheryl refused to let Tyki come near the mines. During their stay, Tyki himself had earned some cash, but not much; and thanks to Ben, the boys knew how to speak a great amount of English. It turned out that Ben had traveled a lot and lived in England for quite some time. They were told to practice with each other whenever they could and the more they practiced the better they got. Sheryl seemed to prefer speaking in English to Tyki, but Tyki usually responded in Portuguese. He didn't want to lose knowledge of his native language, but he did speak in English as well. Despite helping them, Sheryl still had a hatred for Ben. Tyki didn't understand why, though. He loved Ben a lot and was grateful that he helped them as much as he did. Though, he did notice that he and Ben shared some similiarities.

But Tyki ignored it.

He watched Sheryl stumble into their shed, dirty and holding his head. He dropped his pick axe on the ground and went straight to his bed. "Irmao! Welcome ho-" Sheryl cut him off. "Tyki, shush. I-I need to lay down." The teen went straight to bed. Tyki frowned and sat on the ground. Eloi came to his side, then climbed into his lap. Quickly, Sheryl had fallen asleep.

"'Ey, kid. Your brother is asleep already?" Ben asked. Tyki nodded. "Yeah. He's so exhausted. I don't blame him. He works all day but gets almost nothing. He won't even let me help, so I feel bad."

"Y'know, you two have been here for a while. I kinda feel bad"
"It's okay really."

Ben stopped to think for a moment. "Kid, let's play a round."

"Huh?"

"Poker."

"Oh, okay!"

"But," Ben gave Tyki a smirk, "we play for money."

Tyki stared at him. "Alright!" Ben could see the confidence in his eyes. For the next few hours, the two played.

"Irmao, wake up!"

Sheryl felt himself be shaken by his brother. He groaned in response, his head feeling a bit better. "What?" Tyki had the biggest smile on his face. "Irmao, we can go! We have money! I got us money!" Sheryl blinked, not quite sure if he heard his little brother right. "How?" he managed to say.
"I won it, brother! In a game!"

"How, though?"

"Ben! He taught me, and I won! We can go, brother!" Tyki seemed so excited, and in an instant, Sheryl pulled him down into a hug. "Oh, Tyki!" he hugged him tightly, planting kisses all over his little brother. Tyki giggled madly. "I-Irmao, that's gross! Stop it!" Sheryl stopped and smiled. He let go of him and had Tyki face him. "Tyki, we can leave now and finally go somewhere nice!" Tyki nodded. "Yeah!" He giggled. Sheryl kept his smile and gave his little brother a small peck on the lips. "You've done well, Ty-" Suddenly, Tyki was snatched from his arms. "'EY! What do ya think you're doin'?" Ben growled. Sheryl glared at him and Tyki frowned. "W-wait-!" Tyki whined. "What the hell was that? He's your brother for fucks sake!"
"Do what?"
"Kiss him like that!"

"He's my brother, I can o whatever I want with him!"
Tyki watched the two argue back and forth, unsure if he should butt in.

"No, no you can't, ya freak! He's MY son! Don't you dare touch him!"
Sheryl stared at the man, in shock. "What?" Tyki stared at Ben as well, confused. The teen knew something was with that man, and now that he heard that, it made sense to him. There was a reason why this man was so familiar, and yet he hated him so much. This was Tyki's real father. "B-but my father is gone. H-he left mama and us, a-and then that would make you irmao's pai as well!" Tyki mumbled. Sheryl looked back at Tyki, frowning a bit. There was so much he needed to tell his brother; what he should have told him a while ago was things he didn't think he would have to. "T-Tyki, he's not...lying." After that was said, Tyki just turned and left with Eloi in his arms. Ben watched him, but Sheryl immediately got up to go after him. "Oh no you don't!" Ben grabbed Sheryl before he could even leave the shed, pulling him and throwing him onto the ground. "You stay the fuck away from him!" The teen growled and tackled the older man, angry. "You bastard! This is all your fault!" Sheryl growled angrily. He tried to beat the man, but Ben managed to toss him off of him, getting up. "My fault? Maybe if you weren't such a fuckin' weirdo, this wouldn't have happened! I would have been fine letting you two go off, letting him be around you if you hadn't been a creep getting all on him!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I was just showing affection towards him, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO ABANDONED HIM!"
And with that, Ben kept silent. Sheryl was right about that; Ben hadn't been there with his mother, nor Tyki. He couldn't. He wasn't ready for that, and after the last two years he finally realized what a mistake that was. And with Tyki just now finding out suddenly, it must be a shock to him. Ben felt awful, being reminded how stupid he was. It's not like his own son could suddenly forgive him, right? No - he would. They had gotten so close and he did his best to make up for that time he wasn't there-

"Why so silent?" Sheryl growled. "Don't think that suddenly now you can pretend to be a father. You left him. Abandoned him. With our sick mother. You must be punished." Ben rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm fuckin' scared. I'll break you, kid. I'm not afraid of you. I'm going to make sure that Tyki stays away from you. He doesn't need some freak getting all up on him. You stay away from my son!"

Sheryl felt his anger build up to a point where he could no longer hold it in. The next thing he knew, he had attacked Ben. Ben had struggled a bit to get Sheryl off of him again, but wasn't doing a good job. All this time working at the mines, Sheryl had gotten some upper body strength, but Ben managed to push him off. "Little fuck!" he growled. The teen couldn't allow Ben to keep Tyki from him. There was no way that would happen, he wouldn't leave his brother to a good-for-nothing bum! Without even thinking, Sheryl grabbed onto something and swung at Ben. He missed. But the next swing, he heard a crack, and then felt something hit his face. It took the teen a moment to realize what had happened; he as blinded by rage, unaware of what he was really doing. When he finally saw, he was in shock. He had swung the pick axe at Ben, going through the older man's chest. Ben seemed to be in shock as well, finally falling to his knees. Sheryl took a minute, before grabbing the handle, pulling it out and swinging at him again. There's no way this bastard is taking my baby brother from me! The teen continued to stab him with it, making nothing but a bloodied mess. The man was already dead by the second hit, but he continued to do it out of anger. He had so much hatred for this man, this was his punishment. Finally, he stopped. He dropped the pick axe and stared at the mess that was once Ben. Sheryl stayed in silence for a moment as he wiped some of the blood off of his face, onto his blood-stained shirt. "Burn in Hell." He spat. He turned to leave the shed, taking off with the money and a blanket. Sheryl needed to find Tyki now, before anything happened.