Early One morning there was a loud banging on the door. Rising from bed with his hair standing on end as if he feel threatened by the knocking, he gets out and puts his guard up before checking on Tristan to make sure he is safe. Wrapping him up warmly while he still sleeps like a log he carries him to the downstairs long sofa where he can better see and protect him. He stops and stares at the door for a couple moments, the sound seems to have disappeared, still cautious he walks step by step to the door, Out of nowhere Kisque darts down the stairs and bashed against the wall at the bottom of the door.
“WE HAVE BEEN FOUND QUICK QUICK!" He shuffles and scuffles around along the floor wiggling over to Tristan and nudges him "PPSSTT PSSSST TRISTAN”, Meta rushed back over and whacked him on the head, before heading back to the front door. He press's his body up against it and peered out of the peep hole. There was no one to be seen. Carefully he pulls open the door until it is fully open.
He pokes his head out and looks around, not a soul. Kisque slowly gets up “False ... hay .. bro ... what are those ?”, pointing to the step at the front door.
Looking down at his feet Meta's eyes suddenly widen, there were two bowls with chopsticks there on the ground.
“OH COOL you ordered Ramen. Hay you didn’t get any for me !!!" runs over to go grab them but before Kisque had time to pick them up Meta punched him to the ground and continued to stare at what appeared to be.. children.. or future children or.... bowl babies. His head spun a little as he picked them up and put them on the table in the living room. he then sat on the chair, staring at the bowls, hands on mouth as he glanced at Tristan ' this soon... kids ..' not knowing how to react all he could do was wait for Tristan to wake up and protect them from Kisque’s mouth.
“ooowwwww " still lying there on the floor.

Tristan was happily enjoying his dream when he was rudely awakened by someone shaking him awake. One moment he was in Meta’s arms and the next he jerked into an upright position, breathing heavily. He took a moment steady himself and ease his shaking, before looking around. He was no longer on Meta’s bed, but downstairs on the couch. He spotted Meta not far away and felt a cool breeze coming from outside. ‘I wonder who’s at the door…’
‘…?’ Tristan jumped as he felt another presence seemed to brush against his mind. He watched as Meta headed over to him, his metal arm bend as if it were cradling something. He swallowed hard and moved closer to where it appeared Meta had set them down. He crawled over on his hands and knees, and then slowly reached out until he felt the smooth warm touch of a bowl. He ran his fingers all along the outside and every feather on the…wings? He’d never met a bowl with wings before and he’d only ever met one with metal claws…He slid his fingers around the rim and leapt back as his hand was whacked with a chopstick.
‘No touching!’ A little voice squeaked in his head. Tristan felt his draw drop as an image of the bowl flashed in his mind.
‘Who are you?!’ Tristan blinked and watched the bowl flutter it’s wings.
‘Demetria Ritika Siyamak Soladaris,’ her voice was proud as if this was the greatest thing ever. Tristan sat up and looked her over carefully. Siyamak…Soladaris…that could only mean…
‘You’re Meta and I’s daughter…’ Tristan felt is mouth gap even wider as the bowl gave a happy jump and flared its wings.
‘Yup! Isn’t this great? I’m so happy! The five of us will make a great family!’ She giggled and tapped her chopsticks against the side of her bowl.
‘The five of us?’ Tristan counted in his head, but only came up with four.
‘Yes! You, daddy, uncle, brother, and me!’ Demetria gave a happy chime while Tristan felt along the table until he found another bowl.


Meta flicked his ears as one of the bowls began to talk, his hand moved over his face and he pulled it down in a slow motion of 'No.... way .... They are....' then it clicked 'It's a girl ....' he had his first daughter, he shook his head in shock.
His mouth widens a little as she talks but only in one off sentence's he begins to wonder why. Until he noticed she was talking to Tristan. Is it possible she could hear him speaking?
"Girl, how can you hear your daddy talking? " he questions the young bowl, he feels the need to call it girl for not knowing her, children are hard to communicate to and even his adopted children had problems with communicating with Meta when they first came to live with him.
Meanwhile Tristan is attempting to find the other bowl while he readies his chopsticks and starts to bat at Tristan’s hands while his flaps his wings in an attempt to escape "Eh, shoo shoo"
Meta a little pissed off kicked his leg at the table in annoyance and in a stern voice shouted to some degree "Shut it. Stay sill kid. "
Shocked for being yelled at by his father within the first couple minutes of being through the door he did exactly what he was told and stayed still, as his chime sounded a little like a whimper.
Kisque confused at what was going on he closes the door, “Bro.. you mean there... YOUR KID WHAA !!!!!!!!! SO SOON I MEAN LIKE WHAAAAAAAA" His jaw dropped and he walked over to the bowls up close and stared intensely at them " really ??? O..O "
Meta still not having much to say on the matter merely started "Darchia Keyon Siyamak Soladaris, is your name now. Like it, Deal with it. Tell your daddy. "
Darchia chops his sticks together. “Yes, daddy"
"NO. Father or Papa, pick one! "
Kisque looks at Meta "You let me call you dad sometimes "
Meta looks at Kisque with a kind of look that say 'say it again?' Kisque the coughs "yeah I know you don’t like it. but .. really .. pa ? "
“I am old.”
Kisque smiles a little “Not that old, but ok. Yeah I get it. You’re teaching them respect. Still there just babies right YOH KIDS I am your Uncle Kisque."

Demetria huffed at being called ‘girl’ by her father, “My name is Demetria and can ‘hear’ him because we’re talking.”
‘No, sweetheart.’ Tristan thought, examining her brother. ‘Mommy is deaf and blind.’ Demetria froze for a moment, ‘this is all happening in our heads.’ An image of Darchia flashed in his head and he smiled. ‘You really are our kids!’
“Wait! If you’re deaf and blind, how can you see us?” Demetria frowned, “and why do you want us to call you ‘Mommy?’ You’re a boy.”
‘I have a power that allows me to see what I’ve touched and,’ he smiled at her, ‘I want you both to have a loving, caring mother like I did. You can call me daddy if you want, but I’d prefer mommy.’
“I understand,” she flew into Tristan’s arms and nuzzled him. ‘Hey, Uncle Kisque! This is going to be a lot of fun! Hehehehe!”


Meta tilts his head "Mommy? You don’t have a mother." He watched as the female bowl known as Demetria flew into Tristan’s arms, he then fixates on the boy bowl, leans forward and starts to poke at the chopsticks.
Darchia feeling slightly violated from all the touching curled in his wings and sunk in his chopsticks as his father prods more at him
"Ehhh, why am I being picked on?" He chimes in low tones.
Meanwhile Kisque’s is wiggling his fingers in his ears, “Bro all they do is chime. How do you turn it off?"
Looking at Kisque he shrugs. “I hear no chiming.”
“Well like they are, and she is like chime chime high pitch, you can’t hear it. There there she did it again..?"
Meta turns to Demetria and tilted his head, perking his ears forward. "She is Demetria, he is Darchia. And she said, about things being fun for you and her?"
“Whoa? Their chimes are like talking oh cool... How do I learn to speak it?" he darts in close to her "chime chi chi chimey che.." Meta places his hand over his face and rubs his temples. Today was going to be a long day, he now had bowls. Something he had never experienced before. He had looked after children but this was completely different.
He glances at them both.. It took him a long time to talk comfortably around his current kids and his younger brother. Could he widen that circle with the two new additions to the family?
He got up and walked to the open kitchen grabbing a glass of water to ponder in thought. Tristan seemed very happy he could talk to the bowls. But what would happen when they grew up. And can the boy communicate with him. Walking back to the table his sat down again.
"Talk to your daddy for me Darchia.”
Tapping his chopsticks together he turned in Tristan’s general direction "Hello, daddy, I am Darchia Keyon Siyamak Soladaris.” he flaps his wings out a little.

Tristan grinned widely and cuddled Demetria. ‘You guys and Meta are tied for the best things that have ever happened to me.’ He felt his eyes get all watery and was happy to have long bangs that hid that. Demetria used her wings to give her mommy the best hug that she could and giggled at Kisque.
“You’re funny! I like you Uncle Kisque!” She wiggled happily in Tristan’s arms. “And I like you, mommy! I know I keep saying this, but this really is gonna be so much fun!!!” Tristan felt himself laugh and for a moment wondered what it sounded like, but was distracted by his son.
‘Hello, Darchia. It is a pleasure to meet you. I admit it’s been a long while since I’ve talked to anyone, so this should prove very interesting.’ He smiled at his son and shivered a little in excitement. He never thought anything like this would ever happen to him. Now here he was, a full-fledged family.
“You okay, mommy?” Demetria poked him in the chest with one of her chopsticks. Tristan hiccupped and nodded. Tristan felt a leap of joy in his chest as she addressed him.
‘Mommy’s just very very happy.’ He smiled and stroked the side of her bowl.


"Daddy says we are tied for you and us for the best things that ever happened to him " he repeats to his father, Meta happy with being one of the best things that has happened to Tristan’s however it pinched a little in his heart that he was tied with the children. Not that he did well, he did right now know how to feel about them. He undoubtedly loved the children he has, bowls are a new experience for him and he was warming to his son and daughter. Was it a little selfish of him to want Tristan to think of him as more important, or rather maybe it was because he wasn’t expecting children so soon he feels more jealous of them.
He sat there in ponder as the bowls chimed and Tristan mawed them.
"Demetria says you are funny, Kisque" pretty much hating to be the translator right now, he flicked his ear in annoyance
"Yesh I am funny kiddo" flexes his muscles, and out the corner of his eye spots Meta is in deep thought. The look of anguish on his face. “Well Let’s go find you Guys a room Huh? Reckon you can tell your dad that kid? One click of chopsticks for no and two for yes, as I can’t speak to you. hahaha” He carefully picks up Darchia " Common sport lets, ... let your father think in peace. " He taps Tristan on the Shoulder to get him to follow with Demetria.
Narrowing eyes watching the kids and Tristan move away.

Demetria giggled at Kisque and clicked her chopsticks twice. “Mommy, Uncle says he’s gonna help find a room for us!” Tristan smiled and held her carefully as he rose to his feet. He spotted Kisque carrying Darchia and started heading toward him, then paused and looked back. Meta had made no move to come with him. Kisque must have told him where they were going so, why wasn’t he making any move to come with them?
“Demetria, could you please ask your daddy what’s wrong?” Tristan could only see his arm and legs, but judging from the position they were in, something was bothering him.
“Okay, Uncle says he’s thinking, but I’ll ask anyway. Father, mommy wants to know why you’re upset.” Demetria asked, even though she wasn’t sure how Tristan could even tell that something was up with Meta.


Meta twitched his ears at Demetria's chiming and looked over “Nothing is wrong. " he replied plain quick and simple, his eye twitched slight as she said mommy, but if that is what Tristan wanted to be called then well who was he to say no. He looked away slowly and continued to stare into the fireplace in front of him. Thoughts of what was going to happen, and might happen playing over in his head, how was he going to deal with these feelings that he had never had to deal with before.
New emotions he never thought he would have, this was why he went to great lengths to avoid almost every one.
Kisque stopped and spotted Tristan looking back on meta, Running over and tapping his shoulder." Come on Tristan there is lots of room, they can have a room each, tell him K Demetria?" He bounces Darchia a little
"D< hay Stop itttt !!" he gave a low chime
“Oh some on is like their father, you don’t sound happy sport." giggling a little at Darchia's chiming.

“He says ‘nothing is wrong,’” Demetria told Tristan. He frowned and audibly huffed at Meta.
“Tell him not to lie to me. I may be deaf and blind, but I’m not stupid.” Demetria wriggled awkwardly.
“You want me to repeat all of that?”
“Yes.”
“Um….Mommy says not to lie to him…and that…’I may be deaf and blind, but…I’m not stupid.’” Demetria felt really weird talking to her father like that, but didn’t want to disobey Tristan. He glanced at Kisque, who was trying to get his attention, but gently held up one finger to let him know he was waiting for a response from Meta.


Meta growled slightly at the comment that was passed back to him, aggravated and annoyed he contemplated on whether or not to just get up and leave. But he couldn’t leave Tristan, not alone again in the house, even if he was this way.
"I didn’t lie... I merely said nothing was wrong I didn’t say I wasn’t upset" Snapping slightly at Demetria.
"Please just tell him NICELY, to go with Kisque. I have had enough right now Demetria. "
Clearly something was up that he wasn’t going to discuss, as Meta never lie's he hates to. But he will avoid a conversation if he has to. He began to tap his fingers on the side of the chair as he signed heavily, using his metal arm to bare down on his face in distress.
Kisque saw the hand go out and flipped raising both hands up and cowering with Darchia up in the air. "It wasn’t me ..." He then looked up "Oh ... just Tristan phew " A nervous giggle came from Kisque.
"Demetria, let’s find our rooms yeah?" her brother attempting to Help out a little it was obvious father wasn’t the sharing kind, and to force him would do more harm than good.
"Daddy, he is just, like got an upset tummy and he isn’t in the mood to move or talk and stuff right Demetria? " even knowing his father is fond of lying he felt that right now this was the only thing he could do.

Demetria stayed perfectly still and did her best not to give any sign that she was scared or upset. She was grateful she was hidden in a bowl and that she could only communicate with her thoughts. “Dad just wants a minute to think, that’s all. Come on, let’s go pick out some rooms. Okay, Mommy?” She kept her voice calm and sweet. Tristan nodded.
“Okay,” he threw one last glance at Meta and followed Kisque.
“Alright, Darchia,” her voice wasn’t as light anymore, but it didn’t convey all her feelings either. “Yeah, that’s probably it…just needs a minute…” Demetria tried humming to herself to calm down, but mostly to attempt to drown out the thoughts that were telling her that this wasn’t the last time she would find herself playing the awkward messenger for her parents. She hated feeling like this. She was only just a bowl and she was already trying to protect her mom from the truth about how her dad really felt about her and Darchia showing up on their doorstep.


Meta, sat and stared into the fire as the bowls, Kisque and Tristan wander off upstairs to settle in the kids. A great feeling of regret formed in his heart, he felt sick and his head light. Placing his hand over his eyes he sunk into it as if shamed by something terrible.
With haste he shot up, making his way up the stairs following Tristans scent. When he arrived into the room at the back of the house he grabbed Tristan and pulled him gently but with a force into his body wrapping his hands around him deeply, as he sunk his head into his neck kissing it. Tears slightly trickling from his left eye. He ran his fingers through his hair and down his body rubbing his back and pulling him even closer as if to tell him how truly sorry he is for being such a arse.
He looks to his daughter “I am sorry, Demetria. You are my only daughter, I didn’t mean to be such .. a jerk. I just hope you turn out to be a good girl. “ he leans out one hand and taps the rim of her bowl lightly.

Tristan held tight to Demetria as he shuffled up the stairs. He wasn’t sure what to think about Meta, but hoped he joined them soon, he didn’t like going places without him, even if it was just to the next room. “Here, Demetria, what do you think?” He carried her around the room and ran his fingers along the wall. He set her down on a little stool and tried to picture the room in his head. “We can make it as girly or badass as you want. Whatever you-” His voice cut off as the smell of Meta enveloped him and he was pulled into a hug. Tristan held tightly to Meta and nuzzled him, sighing into his neck. He really loved that big doofus.

Demetria chimed happily, “It’s okay! Don’t worry about me, I’ll be good!” She used her chopsticks and tried to hug his hand as best as she could. She shivered and Tristan sniffled and sneezed on her.
“Oh, honey! I’m sorry!” There was a poof of smoke and Demetria shook her head to clear it. Using her hands, she held tightly to Meta and smiled.
“This is a lot easier than trying to use chopsticks!” She giggled and nuzzled her mommy, not letting go of her dad’s hand.


Meta held tristan while his hand was playing with his little girls chopsticks. Suddenly his son starts to sparkle, he leans over to him “You ok kidd, A-choo… crap… umm “ Suddenly both bowls Puffed and his son and daughter just sat there. Demetria's little hand curling her fingers around his large mechanical fingers. Kisque begins to freak as he holds his nephew “BRO…. you be nude. “ attempts to cover up his lower body “QUICK QUICK WE NEED CLOTHS”

Hitting kisque over the head “ hska adklj” His words now just gobble de goop becauseof the little tiny girl holding his hand, She was so small. Smaller than her brother as hand Beautiful long Red hair like her daddy, but long like his own. He grabbed a nearby blanket with his tail and wrapped it around her, Slowly picking her up and holding her with Tristan. He did the same with Darchia and placed them both in his arms.


FINISHED