Making An Effort (Augy/Kyle)

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher sat in the living room with his brother, Kyle, the blond had only been home a few days now sense his Mistress had pulled him from the hospital. The blond no longer sported any bandages on his face but now a few on his arm here and there. His poor green eye was hidden beneath a black eye patch with a white cross like dagger in the center of it.

His blond locks where tied back in a loose ponytail by a leather thong for his hair. He sat on the made sofa and leaned back in it. He wasn't really dressed in his normal attire. Even though he had his old ripped jeans on, he now wore a long sleeved black 'V' cut black button up shirt. Nealona had given it to him and he rather liked it.

Kristopher brought a glass to his lips and took a small drink from the "questionable" liquid inside of it. He was having a rather nice drink with his brother and merely hanging out. The alcoholic beverage helped him deal with the pain he still felt. Plus, it kept him rather calm which was nice.

"So, where did Augusta go?" Asked Kristopher at last. His ex or was it boyfriend? He wasn't too sure on there standing as of right now. He was so drugged up as of late that he really didn't remember shit. "Wasn't he about a little while ago?"

More like a few hours. Amazing what a few drinks could do to you.

[Kyle Roberts]

Kyle sat across from Kris, sprawled out across a raggedy arm chair. He too was wearing a pair of beat up jeans, but in stark contrast to Kris' neat, black button-up, he was wearing a dirty old white t-shirt. Like his brother he had plenty of his own wounds from the night. Unlike Kris though he'd received no special treatment, as soon as his brother was taken care of he was disciplined and put back to work. This of course meant that the heavily fractured right forearm would most likely never heal properly, just as his leg never had, and would always be a weak point. He wasn't troubled by it though, he was too busy worrying about his little brother. All the time Kris had been in the hospital, he'd been terrified that the boy was going to die on him. He'd just repaired their family, he didn't know what he'd do if they lost Kris.

An exasperated sigh was the only answer the blond would get to his second question. Kyle knew that he'd been tossing back the drinks, but he didn't think the boy would be that drunk. Apparently his brother was so wasted that he had lost all perception of time. Augusta had been gone, where god only knew, for quite a while now, but Kris seemed to think he'd only just disappeared. Rolling his eyes he took a drink from his glass, quickly swallowing the stagnant water to try and stifle the taste. "Dunno. Haven't seen him for a bit. Didn't he tell you where he was going?" If he did then odds were Kris wouldn't remember, the boy was plumb out of it.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta, unlike what Kris believed, had been gone awhile now. But he only went to the market, not for very long, a couple hours, in a deep search for something he had specifically ordered, with thanks to Jouhnin-Sama of course. But Augusta has promised, and right now, the last thing he could do right now was to break a promise. His and Kristopher's relationship was on it's last leg, and he didn't need to be stuck alone again. He needed to do his very best to get on the blonds good side, not his bad side. Sure he was sucking-up, but he needed to blond, and the blond needed him but was just too stubborn to say so. They both were too stubborn.

So as Augusta walked back, in his ripped jeans (seemed to be a theme today). He held next to his chest a box. It was a huge contrast compared to his black wife-beater and black leather jacket over top since the box was white. The box was large, with a series of hole in the sides made for something to breath. Augusta had changed quite a bit since Kris had gotten into his accident. He was a slight bit taller, and defiantly put on a few pounds in muscle. Instead of his winter-self, which seemed a bit out-of-shape, it was spring. With the warm weather, he started his morning runs again (despite his bad knee, god knows how many time it's been knocked out of place). So his scarred upper arms were toned as well as the rest of him, mostly toned, and defiantly healthier-looking then his blond counterpart.

The box moved every once in awhile, letting out a muted purr, but was mostly calm, though Augusta held it to his chest like he would die if the contents got hurt. And in truth, he probably would.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kris looked down at his drink for a moment, blinked and looked back up. "Oh, really? I guess so." He took another drink before he started to roll the now empty cup in his hands. The day was really nice but Kris prefered to stay in out of the weather and the plants. Kris had formed a small bit of a fear of plants. But who could blame him really? More then likely he would get over it in time, but it would take a bit. He did lose an eye and almost his life to such a thing.

But he really pushed that out of his mind fairly quickly. So, he stared at the rolling cup before falling over on his side and smiling. He felt so much better when he had something in his system to keep the pain away seeing as he ran out of pain medication a few days ago. "Well, he will be back soon. You know. He alway's comes back. Heeey, did you notice he got even more nice as of late? It's kinda scary. Hehe, I'm like a twig compared to him nowadays. I have like, zero muscle!" He laughed. "I can barely carry ten pounds anymore! I am soooooooooooooo out of shape." He chuckled and closed his own good eye for the time being but he wasn't asleep, he was wide awake.

"I wish he would hurry back, and you so need to have a little more. I'm drinking it all again! Augusta won't be happpppyyy." He ended in a sing-song voice.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta felt the box shudder again as he walked down the hall towards Room 3. He looked at the box and frowned. He hated cats. He was a dog-person at heart. Cats were too moody and grouchy for him, plus they were too independent. Cats decided when they wanted to be petted, dogs were loyal and always happy and loved you not matter what. But when people called Kris and Augy yin and yang, oil and water, or complete opportunities, they were not lying. Nobody in Wonderland knew why they loved each other so strongly, not even Augy himself. Maybe they were just soul mates. Whatever.

Augusta sighed, he put the box behind his back and opened the door to Room 3. He pulled off his jackets, he was kinda upset that he was more strapping because girls loved to follow him around. Even 15 year old girls were chasing him around. He didn't hate the attention but they knew very well that he wasn't going to be with anyone else. But he did have to admit, he looked pretty damn good for getting beat up all the time. He did carry scars over the muscle, enough to make him look like a tiger's scratching post.

He hung the jacket up by the door and looked at the two boys who had taken up residence in his 'living room.' One he loved to death and the other he hated to death. He didn't hate Kyle, they just got off on the wrong foot and never got back. Kyle thought Augusta was bad for his little brother. In truth, he probably was, but it would be worse not to be with Kristopher really. " Kris... " he said, his voice disappointed. He didn't really like Kris when he was drunk. Augy didn't know if what the blond said was the alcohol, or real life. " You've been drinking again... " he said and held the box behind his back.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Kris... "

"Hm?" The blond opened his eye and looked towards the doorway and then he smiled. Sitting up the blond rubbed his eye. "Augusta, welcome back." He said brightly as he sat on the sofa like the good little boy he could be. Sometimes it was easy to forget the four year difference between the two and that Kris was only nineteen. Poor boy hadn't been legal for long and he wasn't legal to drink either but no one cared in this world.

" You've been drinking again... "

The blond then promptly mad an unhappy face at his frenchman. It wasn't an upset face but one that just seemed to say: Geez, really again on this road? But he smiled still. "Hey, my eye was hurting. I won't drink again for a while. Promise. I get to have pain meds again next week. So no biggy right?" He giggled. "But I think I ran out?" He leaned over and lifted the bottle and turned it upside down. Sure enough, it ws empty.

"Oops..." He said ever so innocently with a sheepish grin.

Oh well, maybe Augy wouldn't be too disappointed in him. But right now the blond opened his arms. "Do I get a hug now----hey why you standing like that?" He said, looking bemused and also confused. Was Augusta hiding something from him? If so what was it? Could it be the thing he promised him? Oh my, how exciting!

"Ahhh! Come on and come sit with me you silly buffy man!" He chuckled. Yes, now Kris really did look like a little woman around Augusta. It was truly funny.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Hey, my eye was hurting. I won't drink again for a while. Promise. I get to have pain meds again next week. So no biggy right? But I think I ran out?"

Augusta sighed softly, Kris was stupid and cute when drunk. But Augusta knew that he only drank to drown out the pain, but the Frenchman didn't want to think about it. Augy hurt a lot knowing that he couldn't or didn't stop Kris from getting hurt. He was so hard on himself. He wanted to be there to protect Kris every second, but when Kris got hurt. It suddenly reminded him that they weren't invincible.

"Do I get a hug now----hey why you standing like that? Ahhh! Come on and come sit with me you silly buffy man!"

Augusta gave Kris an odd look at the last part. He pulled off his boots and walked over to the couch, he wrapped one arm around Kris in a soft hug but kept his other arm on the box and just out of drunk Kris's reach. He smiled and stood up. Buffy man? Were did that come from? He felt the box move again and he then held out the white box to Kristopher. " Here... I promised... " he said softly and then sat down next to Kris before he opened it and put one arm around Kris's slim shoulders. " Hope you like it..." he said and the box shuddered and then let out a small purr.

The kitty wanted out.

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Here... I promised...Hope you like it..."

Whoa, it couldn't be could it? But the box in front of him said otherwise that his wish might of just came true! His smile turned into a huge grin as he looked at the box and then at Augy, "Nah, you didn't it..." Augy hated cats but...the box was purring.

Curious and over excited the drunk blond pulled open the box and peered inside. The usually well mannered teenage boy that showed little emotion suddenly dropped all one thousand mask and squealed like a school girl. "AH! ITS A KITTY!" He all but yelled and reached into the box and pulled out a medium sized kitten and held it up under its tiny little arms. "OH MY GOD! LOOK! KYLE A KITTY!" He said and thrusted the poor thing towards his brother.

The little feline looked startled. The scottish fold cocked its head to the side. The colors made it look even more cute. It had a tabby pattern of a mixture of brown with little black strips running down its back and a white "W" face, legs, sides and under belly. It's large green eyes looked around and once it meowed Kris almost died.

Dropping the kitty in his siblings lap he turned and hugged Augusta to death and kissed him fully on the lips. "Oh my god, I totally love you!" The drunk declared. "I always wanted a scottish fold! AHHHHAHAH! It needs a name though, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, name name name...." He pulled at his drunk mind for something, anything!

"I know! I dub thee..." He then pointed at the feline happily, "Kender!"

[Kyle Roberts]

Everytime Kris spoke, Kyle just rolled his eyes. He hadn't been alive long before he came to know all too well that alcohol and his family just didn't mix. It was like pouring gas on a forest fire, never a good idea. Whenever his parents had drank, no matter how much or how little, either he or Kris ended up bloody and bruised before they passed out. The only thing was, they drank every day, which meant that there was never any reprieve. He was terrified that he would end up the same as them, hence why he outright refused alcohol of any kind. And yet, he supposed he ought to just be happy that Kris was alright, and that he was one happy ass drunk.

When Augusta walked in with the box he paid him little attention, which when it came to Kyle amounted to none at all. Contrary to popular belief, something all too often translated into fact around this place, he didn't hate Augusta. Never did in fact. Sure he disliked him, quite a bit actually. But he knew how much his baby brother cared for the frenchman, and so he placed his personal feelings aside.....for the most part.

Ignoring the mush on the couch, as well as Kris' drunken ravings, Kyle actually began to doze a bit. It was starting to heat up afterall, and for some reason he'd forgotten to open the window. But mostly it was the boredom that got him, not having anything to do in the heat just made it all the worse, he'd much rather have been out doing something for Miss Nae.

It wasn't until the cat was dropped into his lap that he was irritably dragged back to reality. With an unpleasant frown on his face he stared down at the kitten, who did nothing but stare back. This peculiar staring contest went on for several minutes, five at the least in his mind, until Kristopher suddenly remembered them in the midst of his spazzing. The drunk blonds little naming ceremony complete, Kyle stared at the kitten some more. A moment later and he grasped it by the scruff of the neck, raising it to eye level and, you guessed it, staring at it. "Kender huh? .............Cute"

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta flinched and pulled his arm away as Kristopher nearly gave him a heart attack. He knew Kris wanted a cat, but not that much. The Frenchmen smiled softly as the blond tossed the cat around and then dropped it in his lap. Next thing he knew he was being hugged and kissed. The hug was fine but when Kristopher kissed him his face tinted red, an obvious blush.

"Oh my god, I totally love you! I always wanted a Scottish fold! AHHHHAHAH! It needs a name though, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, name name name.... I know! I dub thee... Kender!"

Augy almost beamed happiness, if he knew he was going to get this kind of reaction he would have gotten more then one. He ran a hand through his hair before putting his head down, he felt the heat in his face and wanted to hide it, just for the sake of being himself. He glanced at Kyle and the cat and then turned away, pushing up his glasses.

Augusta, as same as Kyle, didn't hate his lovers(?) brother, he felt like he was judged unfairly, and he disliked Kyle and he wouldn't mind if Kyle left them alone. But he didn't really hate him that much. In fact when he found out Kyle was staying in Room 3, he was sure it was so Kyle could split them up. Well, until he tried to get them back together that is.

Funny how the world works.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher pulled back after one more kiss and pulled Kender into his lap. He looked at the kitten with much joy. "He's so cute! Dawwww!" He chuckled and hugged the cat close to his body. "He can sleep with us too, right in the middle and be a pillow. Catch some mice and and and so many other things. Oh this is the best present EVER!"

It was now clear that a drunk Kristopher was a happy Kristopher. But now a thought came to his mind, well his drunk one. Maybe he should get something for Augusta next time. But what? He had no freaking clue and couldn't really think of anything.

Well, actually he could but his brother was about and he might not want to see that happen on the sofa or anything like that. Heaven knows how long its been....right time to think of the kitty. "I am so going to get him a little bell and a hat! I think he will look so cute in one, don't you?" He smiled.

God, was Kristopher going to dress the poor pussy?

[Augusta Davingoun]

"He can sleep with us too, right in the middle and be a pillow. Catch some mice and and and so many other things. Oh this is the best present EVER!"

Augusta sighed at this. He was a rabid cat-hater, in fact he would never have gotten the stupid thing if he wasn't sucking up to Kristopher. Cats were not something he liked, he was slightly allergic to them, if they got close his face he gets congested and sneezes a bunch. His Aunt had a cat and he would refuse to go inside because he hated his allergic reactions. Augusta still couldn't stop having that light blush, good thing Kris was too drunk to notice. " I'm glad you like it Kris..." he said, hiding the unhappiness that Kris wanted the cat to sleep with them, by his head.

"I am so going to get him a little bell and a hat! I think he will look so cute in one, don't you?"

Kris wasn't the only one who had been thinking about bad things. Augusta was always distressed about it, and was even more so when he made-up with Kristopher and Kyle started living with them. Sarah needed to move in so they would be even and nobody would complain. But Augusta kept his composure, he always did, unless he stubbed his toe or started crying. Augy sighed, " I'll get him a collar and a bell but give the poor thing it's dignity, last thing it needs is to be dressed up..." he said softly and leaned in and kissed the blonds forehead, slowly he reached out and petted the cats head. He scratched behind it's ears as it turned it's head back and purred loudly.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I'll get him a collar and a bell but give the poor thing it's dignity, last thing it needs is to be dressed up..."

Kristopher smiled at that and giggled lightly as Augy decided to be nice to Kender. Kristopher then promptly leaned over and rested against Augusta. His thing hands left the feline and went to brush a few hairs out of Augusta's face. If Kris wasn't so drunk right now he might of noticed that Augy wasn't thrilled with the cat being here but too late now.

But Kris did notice the blush and it made him smile even more. "Ohhh, someone is blushing." He said into the frenchman's ear. "I thought it was my job to do all the blushing and your job to do all the..." He let the sentence fade into a soft whisper so his older brother could not hear it. But Kender did, he tilted his head to the side and looked at the two oddly for a moment.

But Kris just had that look on his face, however odd it was due to the eye patch that he had aquired. Sticking his tongue out at his counterpart, he went back to resting against him and rubbing the kitty that rested on his lap.

Letting the ideas go through the others head, after all, Augusta wasn't drunk and Kristopher totally was at the moment. "Hehe and I still have our watches~" He said in a sing-song voice.

A pause.

"Zoh my god, we could give Kender a watch collar! He can tick all the time!" His green eye suddenly grew large with excitment! "Like the croc in Peter Pan!"