Family of Gods

Chapter 6 - Brotherly Bonding

"Here we are!" Wilbur finally let go of Tommy, who was dragged by his sleeve for about four hours. By now, the other two probably were back at the shack.

"Where is here?" Tommy complained, seeing nothing good of a clearing in the woods.

"Here is here," Wilbur responded smugly, "And here is where we can start something, just the two of us."

"Start something?" Tommy looked up at the older one, skepticism ringing across his face (A/N Jingle Jingle), "Start what?"

"Brotherly bonding of course!" Wilbur said with more enthusiasm than Tommy has ever heard from his mouth before.

Tommy groaned.

"How many times do I have to say this? We aren't broth...ers..." Tommy's train of thought, just then and now, went off the rails and exploded, "What were we talking about again?"

Wilbur looked smug, "Brotherly bonding."

"But we aren't brothers," Tommy responded coldly, "I have no brother."

"Sure you don't Tommy!" Wilbur responded with a cheery tone, "Have you ever heard me sing?"

"...No?" Tommy sized up the older one, "Why?"

"I can sing really well, want to hear?"

"Not really."

"Too bad!"

"Why ask me then!"

Wilbur ignored Tommy's question, instead, he pulled out a guitar or some type of string instrument out of nowhere.

"I just said I didn't want to hear your bloody-"

Tommy froze, cutting his complaint in half almost immediately. The music that came from that guitar was melodious and beautiful. It was the most beautiful noise he has ever heard, even beating the harmonious melodies the birds sing as they put on shows for him. It was heavenly. Maybe it was just the guitar, or maybe it was the person singing it. Tommy soon found his answer once the man started to sing.

"People say that my music is dangerous,

Says it makes people go insane.

I want it to happen, watch the delight on their faces,

As their mental stability goes down the drain.

I want people to hear my,

Hear my melody, my song.

As I sing to you, I want this too

I want you to enjoy my song.

So here I am, singing to you

As your face is covered in awe.

I've heard many compliments come out of their mouths

But your awe-struck silence is the best of them all.

Ohhhh... people say that I am crazy

And that the crazy is put in my strum

Of my guitar as I sing to you.

But you say it's as sane as can be."

Wilbur finished his song up with another strum, wanting to see the kid's reaction. Normally, his music would have some sort of siren edge to it- magic that makes you do what he wants. But this, this was all non-influential, at least in Wilbur's eyes.

"That- That was..."

"Was what?" Wilbur mused as he saw the stars in the kid's eyes.

"Again!" Tommy clapped, a smile finally finding its way to his face.

"Wait, what were you saying earlier, before I started?"

"Dunno, I can't remember."

"Why?" A feeling of confusion washed over Wilbur, he wasn't even using his powers. I mean, sure, he was earlier, but that was to shut Tommy up. For some reason, Wilbur didn't like Tommy talking about them not being brothers. Only actually getting to know the kid for a few hours, yet he couldn't help but love the little guy. Darn it, he already got attached, didn't he?

The two spent the rest of their daylight time hanging out in the clearing, building the foundation of two things. One, a base of a fort they were going to call their drug van, and two, a brotherly relationship.