Twain : You Two

.8

Crash!

A sound of the flower vase crashing put silence on the ongoing fight happening at the distant hallway. The assailants froze on their feet, glancing at the broken ceramic deadly scattered on the floor before paying attention to the older boy who's looking down on them. They all flinch realizing who caught them on act.

"You peasants dare on stepping a foot here? Scram." The newly arrived boy spoke, his face clearly showing how disgusted and annoyed he is.

Two boys; one dirty blonde and a curly brunette exchange a look with fear hinted on it.

Seeing the bright haired color of the older boy, they stammered on their words.

"U-Ugh... Don't ever think that we're done!"

"Let's go, let's go! Let's just leave!"

The two assailant quickly fled the scene, carefully evading the broken ceramic to not get hurt without looking back.

Taller than kids his age, the twelve years old Cale watched the retreating back of the children who always bullied Basen, his stepbrother.

The bright distinctive red hair is shining brightly than ever under the morning sun. He turned around to look at the brunette kid younger than him who's slumping on the ground, the nine years old Basen return the look with a shakey eyes. The child is in a poor state, with a counted bruises here and there, anyone can tell that someone's bullying him.

With a few dust of dirt scattered in his clothes and combat shoes, a study wooden sword longer and heavier than the last time hanging on his hips, Cale's sharp eyes without hint of emotion scan the overall body of the little boy.

His left eyebrow arched, annoyance quickly founding it's way to his undeniably handsome face.

"What the..? What are you waiting for, sitting there looking like a fool? Get up and leave." A sharp tone not accepting any rebuttal came off of his mouth, one more look and he start walking away to his stepbrother.

Basen, despite his wobbly legs, tried to stand up and reach his tiny hands to grab his Hyung-nim.

"H-Hyung-nim...!" Basen put all his effort on grabbing the hem of the redhead's clothes, before his hands sliding down to grab Cale's hand.

Cale stumbled on his feet and whipped his head to look at Basen in shock. Because the usually meek and silent child is taking initiative on talking to him? And this Basen even grabbed him?

"What?" He disguised his surprise with his irritated but bored tone, not taking his hand away from Basen's hold.

Because he's taller than him, Cale could see perfectly the view below him-- The little Basen grabbing his hand with his slouch shoulder, bruised on his cheeks and jaw while his light brown pupil is looking at him with it's unusual determination.

Seeing this scene, Cale was reminded of the distant memories where he's the one grabbing the hands of the certain someone. A sudden urge of heart ache plunge his chest signaling that he's doing it again, reminiscing the precious occurrence that happened years ago, a memories he buried deep down but knew he won't forget.

Cale blink his eyes when he caught his mind traveling again. He was pull back from his reverie hearing Basen's small voice penetrating his ears.

"H-Hyung-nim, thank you..." He sent his appreciation with his little voice, tone lower than usual in contrast to his determined gaze.

"Right. And why are you letting those bastards just drag you around? You're a Henituse, don't let them bully you as they please!"

"B-But hyung-nim i... I'm not..how could i..?" The little boy shake his head, as if he did not agree on what he just said, doing this infuriates Cale even more.