Arcane

Chapter 10: Smile?

"No, no, no, no! Please don't call my guardian! She is gonna kill me! It is just a fracture, I'll take care of myself, it's totally OKAY!" Cyrus blurted out, knowing the aftermath of this. Zyran tilted his head, confused. He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Shouldn't your guardian be worried when you break a bone?" His voice was more humanly, more than it usually was.
"Oh, please. Not at all! You don't know her. She will beat the shit outta me and give me an extremely exaggerated lecture about how I should not go running around on the road with a ball, bro." Cyrus cried out, clutching Zyran's arm tightly and trying to shake it. The nurse standing there widened her eyes, not believing whatever she witnessed. Mr. Allison, allowing someone to touch him?! Zyran's eyes were fixated on Cyrus who was laying on the hospital bed. 'A very ugly plaster' as Cyrus called it, was wrapped around his left leg, till the knee. (Both the siblings love to visit the hospital, don't they?) Zyran was extremely effected by him. His eyes seemed somewhat.......soft? What the hell?! Zyran's lips were tug up into a very small smile. It was so tiny that if you don't look carefully at his face, you will miss it. He adored the boy who was sulking on the bed and whining continuously. Why? Now you may ask. Cyrus reminded him of his very dear brother. Zyran was continuously getting a glimpse of Crus in Cyrus. Even their names were similar! What the actual fuck?! Zyran's mind was playing tricks with him. 'Bro." That word resonated in Zyran's mind like anything.

A boy.
With a football.
Cyrus. Crus.

It felt like, he was meant to meet Zyran. On this very day. At this very situation.

Crus' death anniversary.
Hit by a car.

The situation seemed way too familiar.
Zyran felt bizarre. As if... as if he met his brother once again. As if, this was a hint. It can't be a coincidence. Can it? Long forgotten were the foolish driver.

"Oh, and BY THE WAY, did you watch today's football match?! Bro, our team totally killed it!" Cyrus exclaimed, enthusiastically. Zyran's eyes slightly widened. He was bewildered, troubled yet at peace. "You're not in pain? Not surprised that you got hit? Not an inch of anger is seen on your face." Zyran inquired. He did not want to talk about football. At least not now. He himself was a football enthusiast, no one knew about it. Cyrus let out a laugh, waving his hand like it was not a big deal for him. "No worries, mister. This is the third time that I am breaking a bone. And it was my fault anyway. My football ran down the road and I ran behind it. I shouldn't have done it. I am sorry. And I am extremely thankful to you. You even brought me to a hospital, it seems very expensive though." Zyran was astounded. He suddenly remembered why did he bring this kid to hospital himself, when he could have done it with a mere phone call. He saw the same glimmer, same mischief and same bubbly nature that Crus had. There were just too many similarities. Zyran's otherwise cold exterior faded in his presence. "You're a brave one, huh? You're just like someone I know, all kind and brave. Do not apologise to me. It's the fault of my driver." Zyran replied, sitting on the sofa. He fired the poor driver, by the way. "Umm, can I get something to eat? It's almost seven and It was 2pm when I last had something in my tummy. A coke. So, kinda hungry." Cyrus asked in a meek voice, unsure of what Zyran's reply will be. His stomach made noise and Cyrus put his hand on the nape of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. The sides if Zyran's lips curved up for a gamma second. He raised two of his fingers, addressing someone. A woman came rushing in. "Bring him the best of what you have in the menu." Zyran commanded. "Right away, Mister Allison." The nurse replied, facing the floor. She dashed out again. "Wow, you're so cool. Everyone respects you so much. It's almost as if you own this place." Cyrus conveyed with a mammoth sized smile, putting his thumbs up. He was intrigued by him. "I do." Zyran said, truthfully. The kid's mouth hung open, touching the ground. "Oh.my.god. You're so DAMN RICH!" Cyrus exclaimed. "My bad." He realised that he had just spewed out nonsense and apologised to him. Zyran sat there, hands folded. He marvelled at the kid, wanting to treasure him.