~ Soul Bound ~ { A Scarian/Double Life Fanfic}

Chapter 6

      Grian sighed, putting down the book he was reading for the umpteenth time. Scar, who had been playing with Jellie in the corner, glanced up at him, his face twisting in concern as the smaller man paced the room, feathers ruffled, a deep look on his face. The taller played with his necklace absentmindedly, trying to figure out a way to calm his friend down.
      "It's only been a night, Grian," he teased lightly, trying to ease the mood before the Avian wore a hole in the freshly painted floor. The other squinted at the   elf, obviously debating what to say. "I know- it's just- there's a war going on, Scar. A war between our homelands. And," he hesitated. "I don't want it to split us up. I really like you, and your a great friend, and I don't know what if do without you," he managed to stutter out. Scar smiled sweetly, beaming at his buddy's words.
      "Your a great friend, too, G. I dunno what I'd do either. Now that I've met you, I can't imagine being away from you. Your the best friend I've ever had."
      Grian turned away quickly, muttering a quick "Thanks," fiddling with one of his feathers as he turned a light pink. It was just cus it was hot, he told himself. Nothing else.
      A crash outside distracted him from his thoughts. They weren't uncommon these days, but this one sounded closer, and louder. They rushed to the window, Jellie trailing behind nonchalantly.
      All they saw was a bundle of clothes and hair, which just peaked the duo's curiosity. Who would be this far out in the jungle with a war going on? They people, who were now getting up, didn't have wings. Elves? In the jungle? During a WAR?! Now this was interesting.
Totally forgetting the warnings and rules, the blonde jumped out the window, a blur of rainbow before landing unsteadily behind a tree. He watched as the pile unraveled themselves, also aware of Scar rushing toward the group with a surprisingly elated look on his face. Grian watched carefully as the showman ran toward the newcomers, peeking from behind the jungle wood trunk.
"Guys! I can't believe your here! How did you find me?" Scar was rushing his words, obviously excited. It seemed he knew these people, but the smaller was still suspicious. There was a war going on, after   that the little Avian was still there. He chuckled, spotting his fluffy blonde hair and beady black eyes from behind a small jungle tree. He turned his attention back to his friends.
      "Guys, I'm excited your here, and there's a friend I need you to meet!" The businessman gestures toward Grian, as if to ask him to come nearer. The bird-like male shook out his wings nervously, before scuttling behind Scar. The group of elves looked at him suspiciously, but the showman just waved his hand dismissively.
      "Guys, this is my friend, Grian. As you can see, he's an Avian, and he's relatively small. But don't underestimate him, cus he's a great builder and works really hard!" Scar gushed to his friends, while the smaller blonde stood sheepishly beside him, clutching his arm as if it was the only thing keeping him anchored to the ground. The brunette saw this and chuckled to himself before clearing his throat.
      "Grian, these are my elven friends, the call themselves the Hermits. I'll let them introduce themselves," he added cheerfully. The shorter was astounded that one could be so happy that the enemy had walked right into his territory. He dismissed these thoughts as the Hermits started to speak.
      The one in the suit simply said, "Hi, I'm Mumbo."
Two girls, the only in the group, introduced themselves as Pearl and Cleo. One with a painfully obvious "I" on his shirt stated the he was Impulse, while a quiet man with white hair and red eyes called himself Etho. A man with wide eyes announced that he was Bdubs, while a blonde greeted, "Hello, I'm Tango!" Finally, the last, a strange man in a helmet, stepped forward. The man gave Grian shivers, and he clutched Scar's arm tighter while peeping up at the tall helmeted man.
      "I'm like the leader of this little band of Hermits. My name is Xisuma. I'm glad you watched our friend while we were gone. You have our heartfelt thanks."
The little Avian craned his neck to look up at Scar, who was deep in conversation with the one who said she was Cleo. Grian didn't want to interrupt their little chat, but he didn't know what to do. Just as he was about to tug on the showman's jacket, some booms sounded, not far off from the clearing where everyone was gathered. Startled, the blonde gave a little jump, shrinking back behind his friend. "Maybe it's best if we go inside," he stuttered, looking to and fro anxiously. For all the feisty and stubbornness that Grian was, he didn't want to be blown by bits in the middle of nowhere. He shuffled impatiently as Scar agreed, leading them toward the bunker's entrance.
      The Avian hung on to Scar as the businessman showed the others around, everyone chattering excitedly. The feathered male shifted nervously, eyes darting around in suspicion and fear. He knew they were his friend's comrades, which wasn't nearly as scary as the fact that they were elves. What if they wanted him back? Hell, what if Scar wanted to go back? The blonde let go of the elf. The brunette glanced at him, eyebrows creasing in worry. The smaller was a mess, with wide eyes, ruffled hair, and a worried expression on his face. His usual ebon eyes were darker than normal, and his mouth was turned down in a frown. Not wanting his friend sad, he grabbed his hand, offering a reassuring smile when the tinier looked up in surprise. The winged man smiled so brightly that Scar was sure he would burst.
He had to admit that the smaller was adorable, and he averted his eyes as he turned a flattering rose color.
      Grian, suddenly happier, grinned as they came to a stop at the hallway with the bedrooms. His face twisted into a displeased expression. The group had a bit of a dilemma: there were only 2 bedrooms. With a group of 10 people, that wouldn't do.
The sun was still high in the sky as the little builder considered the problem. He figured he could make a few more bedrooms so that they'd have more steps. Turning to Scar, he said, "I can make a few extra rooms, if you'd like." The showman figured it was the hermits best bet, and he'd been wanting to watch the smaller go to work for a while."
"Great idea! I'll entertain our guests here while you do that," he responded, nodding. "Be careful though, we can't have my best friend getting hurt, now could we?" He added nonchalantly.
"I'm your best friend?" The Avian repeated, beaming from ear to ear at Scar. Scar ruffled his hair, leaning down so he was eye to eye with the shorter. "Of course, there's no one I'd rather spend time with!" He announced, his emerald eyes sparkling with sincerity. Grian smiled slyly before pecking the taller on the cheek and walking off, calling out, "Don't worry, I'll be careful~" before launching out the window in a flurry of feathers.
Scar touched the place where Grian had kissed him, eyes open in shock. On the other side of the room, Etho handed Cleo ten dollars while she muttered a smug, "I told you so."

The fluffy-haired male chopped down another tree before sitting down, wiping sweat from his brow. He buried his face in his hands, blushing from his embarrassment. He was such an idiot, he told himself. He facepalmed before standing up, shouldering his axe, and taking to the air in a amazing precision. As he fluttered toward the bunker, he wondered what he was going to do with himself. As he had remembered earlier, it was going to be a very long few weeks.

GUYS IM SORRY I DIDN'T DIE- although I wish I did heh :,) Anyway, I didn't mean to take this long to get this chapter out, but school sucks and makes me tired. Sorry for the late chapter, and have a good day/night. Bye lovelies!
~Nox