Your Beloved Brother

Chapter 6

❗️WARNING❗️

English isn't my first language

Bad grammar
Blood
Death
Siblings Love
Brotherly Love
No ship

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<...Your Beloved Brother...>

A soft warm liquid drop down from a big wound and landed on a dirty yet soft cheek of a young boy, the little boy was holding his left hand that is still in pain after getting stabbed, but the pain stop when he felt something more painful to see other than his hand that almost get chopped off.

A pair of golden eyes look at him warmly, even though the color of it starting to fade, those eyes that keeps on looking at him softly even if he have done bad or upsetting thing for the guy, he still, and also will, look at him that way.

The voice around him seems far away from his hearing, all he can hear is a heavy breathing of his older brother, with those bleeding lips and trembling body, he look at him with a smile, a smile that he would always love to see, and the voice that will always comfort him every time he felt down or cornered. But, what happen to it?

Why do he feel that it won't last longer?

Srek!

The emerald eye blink once when he heard a painful groan coming out of a familiar person that he know, another drop of blood touches his face once more, this time is more than before making his face get covered in them, but his eyes didn't even blink. He can see a body slowly backing away, trying to control his feet so he can still stand up straight, but then failed, the boy fall down right in front of him and all he did is watch, he didn't catch it or flinch when the body drop, giving a big loud thumb.

A scream was heard, but for him that scream was like a whisper. His vision is starting to get blurry and his head is starting to spin. He can see those eyes looking forward, those pair of golden eyes that he would always love to see, that he would always wanted to see, that he will always needed.

Looks empty.

"Quacky...?"

The young boy called softly as he finally move, he put both of his hands in front, didn't care about the pain that he felt as he crawl to the lifeless body of his brother. He slowly reaches his brother cheek, he touch it, it feels warm because of the blood that was on the brunette's cheek.

The green boy hold the golden's head and waist with both his hands, leaning the corpse to a tight warm hug while looking at the face that looks so pale with an open eye.

"Quake? Quacky..?"

"Stop calling me that Thorn, people would think I'm a duck or something..."

"Mom..."

"How about mom?"

"No Thorn.."

"Mommy...?"

"But it fits you! And plus, it's funny!hihihi!"