Daisuke, Oniichan [Kris]

[Zeke Suzushima]

It had been a couple weeks ago when the older twin had heard the rumors. He hadn't wanted to believe them. After all, Kristopher had been the closest thing to family that he'd had in Wonderland in three years. They were twins, for Kami-sama's sake. But it had been true. Kris had gone missing. And Zeke had broken down into sobs and prayers as soon as it had been confirmed. His little brother had vanished, and when you vanish in Wonderland...there was a very, very good chance you were never coming back.

But apparently Kami-sama had been listening. For once.

Shocker, I know.

~~

"Where is he?!" Zeke's voice was sounding a bit too high, which actually fit his appearance. The nurse at the reception desk looked up with a start and, at first, looked utterly confused. Zeke could understand, since he must look very much like another certain blond who should be bedridden for a fair amount of time. One explanation later the older man was pointed in the direction of his twin. "Thank you, and again, sorry for the mix-up!" he shouted back over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway to the room.

"Kristopher Allen Roberts...!!"

Not really caring who he woke up or if he got scolded for yelling, Zeke all but kicked the door down when he stormed into Kristopher's room, walking right up to the side of the bed and grabbing the boy's uninjured arm and shaking him. Hard. "Omaette honto ni baka dana a!! Shinpai desu!! Baka!! Baka-sama!!" Zeke's own face was obscured by golden curls, so angry or distressed or whatever...it was impossible to tell.

After a second, when tears started rolling down Zeke's pale face, it was easier to see he was upset.

"N-Ne....never do th-that again...you...i-idiot..."

My twin...my brother...is alive. How could I be mad...?

I'm just glad he's okay.



Trans: You are such an idiot! I was so worried! Idiot! Master idiot!

[Kristopher Roberts]

Sleep was normally a very good thing, most of the time anyways. But lately, Kristopher was denied such things as he was being poked and proded all day long. He sighed softly as he finally got a bit of peace. Leaning back in his warm bed, he closed his eyes...

Then all he could hear was a sudden high pitched voice spouting off some foreign language that wasn't French. He had very few friends who spoke another language, so he knew who it was instantly, either from the voice or sudden shake.

It happened all so quickly and before he could tell Zeke to stop, he already had. Looking confused, worried, and concerned. Rubbing his swore arm, he rested a hand on Zeke's arm. Smilingly softly, he spoke in a gentle voice as well as low. "Sorry..." It was as high as he could speak, barely that of a whisper.

A pause came to the blond as he made an affectionate gesture to his twin, "B--ut what did you--say?"

[Zeke Suzushima]

Okay, mini-fit over. Lets calm down.

Zeke took a deep breath, using the arm not currently being held by Kristopher to wipe the tears from his face. He hated his tear ducts. They were annoyingly weak. But then again, given the current situation and the past couple weeks, he'd been crying a lot. Thinking he'd lost his twin was depressing to say the least. And now that he was safe...maybe just a little crying was alright. He wasn't going to burst into sobs in front of his little brother.

No way in seven hells!

His voice is so weak...the older man pouted a little and lowered his arm. "I-I said...well..." Zeke took another breath before putting on a look that was obviously not-real anger, "I called you a dumb-fuck and said I was worried sick. And I didn't say this...but if you disappear like that again...Kami-sama help you, I'll kill you myself. Obaka-sama." At least the well-timed humor was coming back. Zeke hadn't been able to joke around since he'd heard the news.

He had a lot of teasing to do.

After a second to regain control of his tear ducts, the eldest twin turned around and plopped down on the bed by Kristopher's feet, making sure to pat down so not to sit on said Krissy-feet. Once sitting, Zeke smiled softly, and warmly, the hand on the arm Kris had caught now holding the younger man's hand.

"...samishi katta desu. I missed you so much..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher merely smiled softly, so thats what all those words meant. Man, couldn't anyone talk english to him? There was far to many languages about and it always got him so confused. He wasn't very good at learning those language's either. He could pick out a word or two that Augusta said, but when Zeke spoke, he didn't understand a single thing, until now.

He shrugged his shoulders softly in apology. He hadn't meant to worry anyone, hell, he didn't even mean to disappear. But it had happened and there was nothing he could really do about it. Sighing, he shook his head, "Missed....you too." He managed to get out, his voice was comign back to him but it was still diffcult to full out talk.

"Voice...not too...good." He offered a helpless and weak smile and leaned back in his soft bed, still holding his twins hand.

"No...disappearing..again." Or so he hoped anyways. He never wanted to go through that...ever again.

[Zeke Suzushima]

Zeke watched with a pang in his chest at how weak his Kristopher was. The person who had done this to him was a monster. A demon. Worst off, they had been human. Who could have done something like this to another human being? Sure, in the mortal world abuse and kidnappings happened, but here there were real monster and real demons to fight. Wasn't that enough? You'd really need to be screwed up to hurt somebody like this, in this place, and then...

...be able to smile...

...knowing that below your feet, you had somebody in a pool of blood.

Aione.

Zeke closed his eyes and turned his head from his twin, biting his lip in fury. How could she? Aione had been his friend! In the mortal world, and here, up until she'd stopped speaking to people...he'd known she'd gone through some shit, but this?! This wasn't the Ai he knew. Sure she'd been sarcastic and a little bitchy when she was mad, but torture? Abduction? Attempted murder...? She'd been so nice on Earth. Sardonic, but nice.

Had that kindness only been skin-deep?

Or was it the Wonderland that had warped her like this...?

Mid-thought, the older blond hand let go of his twin's hand and had schooched back to he was sitting further into the bed. He held his curly blond head between his hands and tried not to cry or scream or something like that. Coming from the introvert, being angry or hurt enough to actually be showing his feelings...Zeke had been hit pretty hard. Though not as hard as Krissy.

"...sorry...I won't make you talk...if it hurts..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

The younger blond hunched over and coughed his pretty little head off, a hand rested on his chest and hit it a few times. Damn sickness, it sucked having ammonia and healing at the same time. It just slowed everything down.

But, making himself comfortable, he waved of his twins words. "..It...alright." He turned his head to a pad of paper and a pen that was on a table next to him within reach. The blond picked it up and started to write.

"I'll be fine, so don't worry too much. I'll be up and semi-healthy in no time." He then drew a smiley face by his words and showed it to Zeke. Sure, he wouldn't really be fine for a long time but he would work on it. Afterall, he survived Vasants heavy hand and verbal attacks, he could handle what Aione done to him...couldn't he?

Sometimes, he wondered why he hadn't gone insane like most people would at this point or why he hadn't slipped into a deep depression. Or maybe he had and just hadn't realized it yet?

But he had friends and family here, something he never had in the real world and they kept him together, sane. They would never allow him to fall off the deep end.

[Zeke Suzushima]

Zeke blinked and watched as his twin began to write. That made sense, giving the near-mute a way to communicate. Hopefully he wouldn't need to use it for too long and his voice would return soon. Zeke missed just talking to his twin, plus if his voice hurt then making him laugh would be really, really difficult. Not that he wouldn't keep trying. It would just be more of a challenge. The blue-eyed twin mimicked the smiley-face and sat up a little straighter.

"Semi-healthy sounds a little far-fetched, don't you think?" he poked lightly at the foot closest to him, "Lets hope you don't wear out your arm with writing. Then you'll have to use your feet." The older man tilted his head. He had some news to share with his twin. After all, he'd been living in a hole (cell) for the past couple of weeks. He had some catching-up to do.

And who better to catch him up than his big brother?

So, with a little hop and an avoidance of limbs, Zeke had moved so he was at Kristopher's side, facing the sickly man, with a sly little smile.

"Now that I know you can respond, I've got good news and bad news, otouto-chan. Good news is everyone's alive, we're still pretty, and you're cat's in my dorm," Zeke knew Krissy would be happy to hear Kender was okay, "Bad news is Piper-san is in here too, and you're going to have to fight Elric to get Kenny-tan back. Apparently he likes cats. Go figure."

[Kristopher Roberts]

The christmas colored eye twin shrugged his shoulders carefully at Zeke's words. Well, to be honest he never was healthy and he was constantly ill. So being semi-healthy sounded about right in his little mental world.

"Let's hope I don't..." he wrote down on the paper slowly in case his arm would suddenly just fall right off his shoulder. But it wouldn't of course, that would just be...weird. Almost as weird as writing with your feet, how did one do that anyways? It baffled him, that was for sure.

The boy paled for a moment and turned his head away to cough his poor head off and gasp for air. He wasn't feeling too good again. Pneumonia did that to you, tired the hell out of you and made you feel like shit off and on.

Upon hearing the news, he sighed and wrote again as he leaned into his pillows again. "I heard, is she all right? I want to see her and I am glad Kender is alright...I will so get that cat back. -laughs-" Yeah, he was thrilled and his face brightened at hearing his cat wasn't dead at all! Oh thank god.

"Aione, told me he was dead...so I'm thankful he's alive..." But the idea of fighting Elric for a cat was scary, though he was sure he could get his feline back easily.

Then another thought occurred to him."Where is my brother, Kyle?" It was odd, he hadn't heard of seen his brother at all, normally he would be the first to be here at his side next to Augusta and Zeke.

[Zeke Suzushima]

Zeke chuckled a little at the writings of his twin. It was like having subtitles. Or a translator, which he'd had before because, duh, English was his second language. Most of what he'd learned and spoke now-a-days was because Serenity had filled in where his high-school lessons had ended (read: forcefully cut-off due to kidnapping). He did understand it verbally better than in writing though. But it was only difficult words that made his brain hurt.

Such as "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis".

The older blond shrugged his shoulders. "I know she's a live and up, but I don't know the details. Normally I would have pretended to be you and check up on her...but seeing as you had kinda went 'poof', I figured giving her a heart-attack might make things worse. Was I right?" Exactly as planned, Kender-news picked Kris up right away. News about Aione saying the poor little feline was smooshed...?

The older twin almsot broke his fingers clenching his fist so hard.

Zeke bit his lower lip again and avoided looking at Kris for a second, giving the pillow a nice, short death-glare before springing back to his normal smile. "Shouldn't listen to things your kidnappers tell you. My mom once kidnapped me from my dad. Told me I was in the North Pole and nobody was going to find me. Turned out I was in her closet. All lies."

Was that a true story, or a joke? With Zeke it was alway hard to tell.

...Kyle. This time when the smile switched, it became a somber, sorta-worried expression. "...I don't know. I don't know where he is, shortly after you vanished I heard Naelona had called for him and nobody's seen him since. I thought he was looking for you..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Zeke did not know where his brother was, for some reason, it troubled him to know this but at the same time it didn't. Kyle was always doing something even without his friends knowledge, but normally....Kyle would be here, with Kristopher when he was in the hosptial. But not today, maybe Naelona had given him far to many chores and was unable to pull away.

Yes, maybe that was it...

The blond gave the other a weak and helpless smile. "He's probably just been...really busy..."

The blond stopped writing then and closed his eyes. He was feeling tired again. Not good, but he couldn't help it if his body was so weak and frail. He wished he wasn't like this and was more alive like Zeke was...if only there was some way to strengthen himself.

The boy sighed softly, "I'm sorry." Kristopher did not write anymore after that, his hand rested against the pad of paper and his pencil rested under his hand. He was still very much awake but he was taking a break from writing. His hand was bothering him some and he just didn't feel up to it anymore.

Reaching out with his hand after a moment, he took his twins within his and held it.

[Zeke Suzushima]

Zeke's somber expression lightened a little at Kris's writings. "Right," he said softly, then his smile brightened again and so did his voice, "I'm sure once he's done with whatever-it-is he's doing, he'll come rushing in here just like I did to beat you senseless for scaring him to death. And I'll be here to stop him, if you want." The image of skiny little Zeke trying to stop big and strong Kyle from doing anything was a joke in and of itself. But hey, he would try if only for the sake of a funny story to tell later on.

When his little brother closed his eyes, the older twin's expression became worried again. Poor Krissy...he's gone through hell and come back with disease. That sucks. His little 'I'm sorry' brought a little weak chuckle from the blue-eyed man's lips. "You don't need to apologize. I know you're weaker than a Disney princess. It's okay." He reached one hand to brush a curl, so similar to his own, out of his brother's face. Then he noticed something.

The head-wound was visible. Where Aione had--

Zeke looked for a second before he shot his gaze down, fearing that scream he'd been pushing back.

Kristoher's hand on his caught Zeke before he lost it and, thankful for the catch, he smiled again and squeezed it. "If you need a break, let me know. I can get you some meds or let you sleep. Just know I'll be here when you want me...and probably a few times when you don't. Okay?" Ah yes, being a brother meant not only being helpful and loving, but being an annoyance at the same time. Why else would brother and bother be spelt so similarly?

With a little chuckle to himself, the older twin lifted his brothers hand and kissed gently at his knuckle. "Daisuke, futago no kyôdai ...anata o hanasenai."

I'm never letting go again.



Trans: I love you, my twin brother ~ I won't let you go