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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 9:10 pm
Takiro watched the other with solemn eyes, trying to understand his train of thought. He never really understood why he himself should give up or move on. The song was always in his heart even if he couldn't play it, but it hurt to think about that. "If you ... if you must..."
Somehow he didn't trust music right now but he wanted desperately to do something that would make his brother feel better. He wanted something that would everyone better, but that seemed so impossible. Everything seemed impossible. The world was cruel and cold and he only wanted Fhyst to smile and make music with him. Make music with everyone. Maybe he could soon awake from this bad dream and complete such things.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 9:46 pm
Fhyst slid down to the floor, moving his guitar into his lap and sliding his hand over the strings gently. What had once been childish and rather distorted, was now a song of a mature teen.
The music flowed through his fingers, sad and solumn as he bowed his head over the well worn instrument.
A moment later he looked up, his eyes asking his brother to come and sit with him. Be close and share in the music.
"It is only half a song without you here." The words came out in a singing tone, as he drifted into the past.
They were one made two through birth, and only together did he feel he was whole.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:12 pm
There was a moment of hesitation and wonder as Takiro listened to the song. It seemed so calm against the disaster of the day. Hikuzu was no better and he looked like he demanded immediate attention but if Fhyst was not yet worried... should he be? Should they be?
Somewhere he could find that music... and suddenly with his brother's sweet voice urging him to look he felt his fingers searching himself for his prized flute. Quickly he found the thing and smiled, "Yes brother...."
And then he began to play in harmonious tune with his brother. They were one and the same, perfect together and imperfect apart.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:39 pm
Fhyst was not trying to play with anyone's feelings at the moment. He just leaned slightly on hsi twin as he played the guitar, wondering if the music would reach the ears of the angelic that was slumped on the couch. If he could at least hear it, would there not be a chance that he could react to it?
He sighed a little and started to sing a few soft words along with the playing, trying to convince all in the room that healing would come with time, and with faith. It was true wasn't it?
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 1:28 pm
It was then that something wrapped around his wavering shimmering body and carried to him a place where the coon and his twins were in reach. Hand raised and grabbed onto a textured material that felt so real beneath his slender and smooth pale fingertips. The world around him shattered into a hundred million pieces and fell around him to reveal a white void. His family was staring at him. Their eyes pierced.
The shadowed eyes of his twins.
The auburn eyes of his bedmate.
The green eyes of his father.
The red of his mother.
And the eyes that had enchanted him and caused this mess... those beautiful, dangerous emerald green eyes that his own twin had. So different from his own hideously sharp and cruel red ones. Black skin that beat to a gentle rhythm. A beat he could move with. Was moving with.
More and more of the world fell away and a melody became more and more real to him. Finally, his eyes fluttered open. There was something he needed to do.... a regret he harbored that he would not allow his adopted boys to suffer... then he would do away with the world for it abandoned him... it tortured him and he wanted no part in it any longer.
Blood rubies stared at the two musicians, he looked worn and old and almost as if he would not last much longer. He would not in fact. Probably could not. His weak voice was soft, but he could speak above the music and had to get more words out and go to his own room before the darkness engulfed him for perhaps the final time.
"Boys..." He croaked. "Do you hear it? The harmony of your music. When it clashes there will be pain and dischord. If it is together in a beautiful musical piece... then it will survive and outlast everything and anything. Outlast the world boys. You belong to each other, do not... do not doubt it..." His eyes closed again and a very small smirk caressed his pale lips. Cold sweat still dripped from his face and very weakly he wobbled to his feet and past the twins.
Stumbling to the wall across the room and leaning against it heavily he made his way to his room, "Now let me rest... I'm not angry and I'm not hurt..." A blatant lie and a forced laugh to try to cover the pain. In days of old he would've cried, but now he wanted to keep it all to himself. The world didn't want it. "I just... I'm just sick.. this.. this dratted pregnancy thing you know..." An excuse and then the door shut behind him as he closed his bedroom door.
Never for a moment did he consider he would see them again. Nor 'Ros. Nor anyone. Carefully he turned the lock upon his door and closed himself in. His pain was his... and the only one with the key to it all was gone... gone gone away.
Takiro fell off with a wondering gaze as Hikuzu awoke and gave a small speech. However, he looked so unwell. So unwell that the sweet fox was not convinced of the adult's health and watched him keenly. As he wobbled away and nearly stumbled and fall into the far wall, he knew the other wasn't alright and watched him, biting his lower lip.
"Father..." He muttered, but the other had vanished. Solemn eyes gazed to his brother to see what he thought of the whole situation. Hikuzu had said that it was alright. It was alright for them to be together. He encouraged it, their relationship, everything. Their happiness mattered, it was true. However... what about the rock star? Would he be okay? Who knew?
All Takiro understood was that he was supposed to stay with Fhyst. They were in harmony. One completed the other and without it there would be chaos. Ugly disgusting chaos. It would be neither beautiful nor inspiring and it would raise no happiness for anyone else. So together eh? What could they do together that would make Hikuzu feel better? Perhaps to leave him alone was the best idea... yes probably... so then... what now?
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 7:55 am
Fhyst's eyes followed the movements of the angelic as he moved out of the room after saying that they needed to stay together. He sighed and slowly ceased to play the guitar, lowering it to his lap. "He is not well. I know there is nothing we can do though, he pushes us away. I am not sure if he even realizes that he is pushing us away hard. I think.. he no longer wants us as he did before. We are not his by blood, not like those within him." He sighed and bowed his head. "There is only one thing I can think of that will make him happy. It is not us, it is the one he looked at with starry eyes and devotion."
He looked over at Takiro and shook his head. "I don't know how to call him back, but he needs to be here, or father needs to be with him... and we need.. to leave them alone, even if it means leaving here. We are not wanted nor needed anymore. We get in the way."
Though Fhyst wasnt completely sure of that, it was how he was feeling. In a house like this, since their adoptive dad got pregnant, they were no longer needed. Why would they been when children were going to be born from the one their father cared about.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 4:10 pm
It seemed to rise about Takiro like the sun, slowly at first shimmering in little glory and then it's full beam blasted over him in blindingly clear light. The world seemed to make perfect sense, if just for that single moment. Fhyst's words were that pure light; they were the heavenly realization that they were not needed and their place was not here.
Somewhere beyond that glittering horizon lay the path they must take and no longer could they walk this one. No longer could they live with him. Real father or not, Takiro had liked Hikuzu. He had wanted to go on calling him 'father' forever.
"What do you propose we do then, brother?" His voice came out soft, as if he was in shock and disbelief. In a way, he was. The world was painful and it hurt. However, the world around Hikuzu was broken and the only one with that ever-trusty tape had walked out of the door with his damn a** ringing from a cell phone call.
"If we're going to leave... we should write him a note...."
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 5:36 pm
Fhyst opened his mouth to make his comment, his eyes shimmering with pain. The words he had spoken were merely logic not desire. "I don't know... I.. don't want to do any of this. It is all to painful, but.... I guess.. its just true. I would suggest finding a way to get.. the other here first. Perhaps then a note would not be needed. We would be speaking.. directly to someone that can tell him that we are doing this for him."
Fhyst groaned and placed his head in his hands. "I.. just wish.. I wish.." He shook his head. "I don't know. I wanted a family so bad. I wanted someone to be able to speak to and share other problems with, someone older who knows things. But there is no one that really wants us, and it feels... like we were lied to."
In this he would have to take his brother's lead. He had said what made sense, but now his emotions were pooling in the way. He was feeling the hurt too acutely.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 12:05 pm
Takiro was afraid to comfort the other, but he knew he must do something. Seeing his precious twin in such pain was worse then he could stand. Sure, he was unhappy with it all as well but he bit his tongue and let it go on. He let life pass him by and happiness was as fleeting as the wind. It was then with a gentle step that he went forward and kneeled before his brother, putting light hands on his shoulder and looking at that bowed head that his hands were cradling.
"Brother. He wants us, he does. I want what you want. If you want to leave, we'll leave. If you want to find that coon, we'll go. If you want to stay, we can stay. But the one thing I won't do is let you be sad, alright?" Takiro tried to give a huge smile, like the ones he used to bring when he was smaller. Smiling all the time seemed to make the pain go away and it was easier to handle with another person than by yourself.
"Lied? Perhaps but Hikuzu was fragile. We knew this. It may seem like the coon named 'Ros is the only thing holding him together but I think a part of father is guilty for ignoring us and he's afraid of what to do because he can't do anything. Maybe we could give him some time? Some space? We can go out and look for 'Ros or maybe just go out and ... I don't know... sing? Anything. You're wallowing in all this sorrow brother and I hate it..."
He had always been immediately accepting of his brother and the situation at hand. Always accepting his brother's need to do things differently. However, they were twins and they shouldn't be separated. Takiro realized that now more then ever. If they shouldn't stay together for their appearance then at least for their feelings. It grew easier and easier for the flute-player to realize why he liked his brother more then normal and easier for him to realize the opposite side of this.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:17 pm
Fhyst leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, temblng a little as he murmured softly. "I don't know. I don't want to lose... anything anymore. I know what matters is that we are together, but..."
But what?
There was more that he wanted to say, though the logic wasn't completely correct in it. "You think he is feeling guilty, but then why does he keep doing it? When we feel guilty we stop when we realize why don't we?"
Space? It was much easler said than done. They had no where to go. If you wanted to give someone space you needed somewhere, or someone to go to. They didn't have that.
"There is no where.. we can't just.. live on the streets again can we?"
He looked at his twin's face and sighed. "I will.. I will do what you want. I.. just don't know what to do myself. Im scared Takiro." He pressed his face to his brother's shoulder again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:44 pm
Takiro was swept up the sea of emotion and although there was a lack of words there were feelings behind it that he could not hold back and things he wished to comfort his brother with. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms about the other.
"Brother... listen, he's going to do what he wants to do or feels he should do. We should do what we feel we should do. We must do what needs to be done and I want to try to help Hikuzu and help you. What can I do to help you brother? Tell me..."
Nuzzling closer to his brother and hugging him tighter he wondered what thoughts the other was thinking. He wondered about all the possibilities they had ahead of them. He wondered: what now? What could they do now? Together they'd need to come up with something. But what?
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 7:11 pm
Takeing the needed stability from his twin, Fhyst nodded a little, holding the other boy close. "I know he will do what he wants, and I know that we should do the same, so.." He paused and shook his head. "I don't know what you can do to help more than you have done, but I understand that we are .. not doing good here."
He closed his eyes tightly. "Where will we go? We have no money, no other home..."
It was then tha he thought of a good idea. "Did he ever say where.. where the coon lives? Maybe we can go find him as a surprise."
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:09 pm
Takiro let his brother take the support and hoped it would be enough to make him calm. He hoped in perhaps a vain fantasy that his brother and he could leave this place and be somewhere where everything was easy and people cared for them. That would be the essence of happiness for the young flute player. It was painful to think they might never achieve such a state of existance.
Aside from such things he tried to answer his brother and the idea honestly, "You worry too much about what will happen... if we go then we'll just find out what can could and might happen! Taking a chance never hurt anybody... ... hm... 'Ros? No. He never said. I don't think he's ever been there. Perhaps we could take the next few days to find out?"
((...I'll need to do a time skip after your post Fhyst... or I should. xD))
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:54 pm
Fhyst shook his head a bit. "I may worry alot, but, I think I worry for the right reasons.. don't I?" It was so hard to know if he was doing the right things lately. He just wanted to make everything better. To find the right words or actions that would either take things back, or make it all right.
The other fox hugged his twin tightly. "Where do we go? I don't know where to go from here. I know that I need you with me, but.. I'm terribly scared." At least after all of this he was being honest. He would put his trust in his brother's actions. Surely they would be safe together.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:11 pm
"I'll be with you, I promise Fhyst," he replied softly. The way the other clung to him was enough proof that he could not leave unless he was heartless. And that he was not. He desperately loved his brother's company and it was all to keep him sane in a world so big. "Give it a few days... and if he's not better by then, then we go out and look for 'Ros."
It was a simple enough answer, and simple enough so that the world made sense. There would be no problems executing such a plan. However, if Fhyst didn't agree or he was too worried, it could be a problem for everyone. Hikuzu could be sicker and then they really would be left alone by force and not by choice. Soon it would be okay, maybe...
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