My parents were stationed up at the Partevia base, or P1 base, where I had been born and raised. Father was a high ranking officer, once. He was greatly respected among all the people in P1 base. Mother was a nurse for the war that had passed long b...
This chapter is filled to the brim with emotions I can't comprehend...
Jafar stared down at the now broken Vittel. He had returned to the tent a few minutes after the group set out on their way to Balbadd. They'd left Jafar behind. It was like a replay of 4 years ago. He held the broken Vittel close to his chest. "People become bitter... when they're mad." Was all he said, and the tent flap opened slightly.
"Jafar?" A voice asked, and Jafar turned to face his friend, who had been tailing the Kou's trucks since they had left. His dark brown hair, green eyes and sun-kissed skin shone as if he were his savior. Jafar smiled slightly, as if it would cover up the noticeable puffy eyes he had from crying.
"You got here quick, Aiden."
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I had been so pissed, I had actually left Jafar back there. Regret and worry over fueled my anger, and I turned to the front of the truck where Kouen was driving. "We have to go back!" I yelled, and he gave me a questioning look.
"Why's that?" He asked, and I tensed up. Should I tell him? Would he believe me? I gulped, before shaking my head and slumping down into my seat. Kouen still didn't trust me enough. If I told him that Jafar was my brother, or showed any sign that I cared for him in the slightest, he might use that against me. He'd use my brother against me. I wouldn't want a repeat of Hina. So, I kept my mouth shut. Although I didn't like the idea of leaving Jafar out there all alone, he had a point earlier. People change, and I saw that the moment he saved me. He wasn't afraid to shoot down someone. He's more than capable of defending himself, for the time being. Eventually, I'll get back to him, and... apologize.
There had been no reason for me to get so angry. Jafar told me why, right? He told me it was because he didn't want me to die out there in the cold looking for him. That had to be the reason, right? Not just because he wanted me... gone. I think the most reason that I was so infuriated was that he'd go so such lengths to keep himself hidden from me. He messed with my memories, and made me believe he didn't exist. That was what I was so pissed over. He wanted out of my life. He didn't want to be a burden to me anymore. Did he not... love me anymore? Did he find a new, better, older brother? Had I been replaced..? I shook my head.
There's no way, right? No way he found someone to replace me. I'm irreplaceable to him. I'm his older brother. Only I am supposed to protect him. No one else. I clenched my fists, my mind raging a war in itself. I needed some sleep...
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"Aw no, Vittel's broken." Aiden sat down next to Jafar, taking the two pieces of Vittel from his hands. "Let's see..." He tried placing the two pieces together again, but they just fell apart once more. Jafar sniffled, and Aiden turned to him, rubbing his back gently. "Hey, hey. It's alright. We'll get Vittel back up as soon as can be, okay!?" Jafar nodded, wiping his nose.
"I know. That's not why I'm upset." Aiden frowned, tilting his head a little in confusion. "Sinbad left me... again." Aiden made a hurt face, wrapping his arms around Jafar and rocking him back and forth softly.
"Shh, everything's going to be alright. Remember what I told you, Sinbad's a nobody now, right?" Jafar bit his bottom lip nervously, turning away. "Hey... what's with the attitude?"
"Sin's not a nobody... He's my brother." Jafar almost whispered. Aiden chuckled slightly.
"But he abandoned you. Twice. I know you love him but Jafar, come on. It's time to let go of the past and start looking towards the future... with me." Aiden grabbed Jafar's hand, squeezing it, and the latter frowned.
"I just want to tell him, how much he hurt me." Another squeeze, and Aiden used his free hand to caress Jafar's cheek, the latter leaning into the touch.
"For now, rant to me." Jafar let out a sigh, hot breath hitting against Aiden's palm. The other squinted his brows together, before removing his hand from Aiden's hold and pushing the latter hand off his face. Aiden felt his heart clench. He refused him?
"We should catch up with the trucks. They're still on their way to Ballbad. I don't really have a good feeling about it, though..."
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I remembered the last time I saw my brother, before leaving him, 4 years ago. How he had been laying in my lap, humming a simple melody our mother used to sing to us every night so we'd go to bed. I closed my eyes, head leaning back against my seat.
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"Mommy, why does Jafar have white hair?" A 5-year old Sinbad asked. His mother, Esra, chuckled, looking over at her 1 year old son who was in his play pin, his older brother looking over him.
"A genetic mutation." The 5-year old gave a confused glance to his mother, who chuckled once more. "Your brother is healthy, don't worry." She stood up, walking over to her sons and leaning over to pick up Jafar. He let out a high-pitched squeal and Sinbad reached up for his mother to hand him over. She smiled, and gently knelt down so Sin could hold his brother. Jafar was so small for a year old. Even so, he was healthy.
"Mommy..." He started, sitting down on the couch. Esra glanced over at her sons, humming in question. "Is it possible to love your brother?" Esra blinked, before laughing. She sat down next to her son, patting his head.
"Of course, Sin. I love you as much as I love your daddy, and I love Jafar the same as I love you. Love comes in different forms. Most times people think of love as in crushes and dating and all those things that you shouldn't think about yet- but, there is a forgotten part of love. The love of family. That is what's most important. For example, your father and I fight sometimes, right?" Sinbad nodded. "Well, do we always make up in the end? Does our relationship change after we fight?" Sinbad shook his head. "Well, that's family love! You may argue, hate each other, or something worse, but..." she put her hand over Jafar's head, and he grabbed her index finger in response. "You can always rely on each other. You'll always come back to each other, no matter what, and you'll always make up in the end. That's family love."
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Family love, huh? Is such a thing still possible, at this time...? I sighed, planting my palm to my face. God, I really was the worse big brother in the world, wasn't I?
"We're here... Ballbad." I heard Kouen say over the radio, and I heard a familiar voice chime in back.
"Who is this?" Cassim.
Last chapter for tonight, and shorter than recent chapters, but only by a few hundred words (about 300 words) so I think that's good. Also currently as I write this my cat is laying on my arm so writing is DIFFICULT but I will not move her. WILL NOT. Anyway, ayeeeeeeeee good night, good morning or good afternoonnnnnnn
Oof and here's Aiden:
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