RGB siblings One-Shots!

Chapter 7: Oh, brother I will hear you call.

@LillianaBerry2003
Thank you for the request! It helped me off my writers block :p

A/N: Edited on Sept/17/24. By edited I literally mean, Edited.

He was doing it again. Kai noticed. He always did notice when Lloyd sat at the table with dark bags under his eyes. Or when Lloyd entered two hours after everyone had finished training. He noticed when his little brothers smile never reached his eyes. when he was there yet wasn't at the same.

If Kai noticed, then Nya definitely noticed as well. She was the one to wait outside for Lloyd to finish training. Her room was beside Lloyd's, when he said he was off to bed, he never really slept. Instead, he'd stay up and read through scrolls or police reports. Nya had caught him several times asleep on his desk with files and mission reports halfly written down.

"Kai, We need to do something about Lloyd." Nya spoke up after entering the courtyard from watching Lloyd train. Kai looked over his shoulder and nodded. "I know, but what? He's more stubborn than Wu." The brunet murmured, folding his arms and looking out the window, watching his brother beat up a training dummy.

Nya hummed in agreement. "That He is." She breathed solemnly, turning to walk down the corridor. Thoughts of her brother struggling by himself left her thinking as she walked silently towards her bedroom. She vaguely heard Kai's heavy sigh as she turned the corner.

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Lloyd pants, shaking his hand to try to relieve the pain in his knuckles from punching the wooden dummy so much, his fingers battered and bloody from punching. Tiny splinters embedded into his skin. He flexed his fingers, lightly wincing at the sting coming from them. The blonde then looked up at the said dummy, seeing the wood cracked and splintered. Small spots of blood imprinted into the wooden dummy.

Lloyd toughens up, balling his fist and punching the dummy again, again, and again. He doesn't stop until he can no longer feel the pain in his knuckles. Until they've become numb and no longer throbbing. He avoids looking down at them as he switches to start kicking the dummy, positioning himself on his left leg and swinging a kick to the wooden dummy.

He repeats the action several times before stopping to take a breath, ignoring his to beating of a heart as he positions himself again. He can hear footsteps approach him. He can vaguely hear someone calling out to him. But he Ignores it in favor of being in a trance, 'Cause he knows once that trance is gone his knuckles will burn with vengeance, he knows fatigue will get the best of him and he will stop.

A hand lightly grasps his shoulder and suddenly He's turned, throwing the next kick towards them. His foot his held before he could even land it, making him stumble. He trips on his own two feet, yelping as he falls forward. Two calloused hands grasp his forearms, keeping him from tumbling any further.