Lonely Boy (B×B)

Chapter 1 - Anger

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"Have you ever visited the College of Insecta?" Finch asked as he leaned further back on the brown couch. In his hands he held a book about the special insect school, already halfway read through. It had become his latest obsession since Mom and Dad had left.

"No, I've passed by it a few times and you guys once had babysitters from there," Dad said, speaking from his spot in the kitchen.

"I was there before. It's very different and hard to get through. You almost have to have wings to get around the place," Dion said, looking up from his own book for only a moment.

"I mean, they are all insects. What did you expect?" I said, burrowing further under my blanket and side-glancing towards Dion.

"Stairs." He didn't even look up.

Dad snorted while Finch just sighed.

"Thanks guys." Pure sarascm.

A sound of three bings stopped the conversation I was having with my family short. My dad pulled the disruptive object from his pocket and pressed the center of the small golden gem.

"Zypher?" The voice came through the gem clearly, meaning the call was from inside the forest.

"Zypher speaking," Dad said, responding to who I assumed was the King of Fairies. It always was.

"Low level demons were spotted near the edge of the forest on the east side. Almost exactly where the Red Demon attacked. Since Wild and most of the other elements are out helping the College of Insecta, I need you to take care of it." King Oberon spoke quickly and almost had a panicked hint in his voice but that was understandable. Mom and Dad had explained many times how devastating the last demon attack was.

"I'm on it," Dad said. The transmission enchantment ended with another jungle-like bing.

"Lets go boys, gear up." Finch, Dion, Dad, and I all stood up swiftly and made for the weapons we kept in a secure closet. I, of course, got partially stuck in my blanket and had to aggressively shake it off my foot while the others went on.

Dion and Dad got to the storage space first and began grabbing out specifically just knives. Dad grabbed one larger knife before declaring that enough for him. Dion moved out of the way as well.

Finch took their spot, taking up most of the space due to his large body which I deemed very unfair. I was older and technically a stronger species but it didn't seem to matter to the rest of the world.

Finch strapped his enchanted war axe to his back and grabbed a single knife as his backup. We all knew he wouldn't use it. I watched with the slightest of glare as he walked away from the closet and headed towards the door. He opened it and closed it, leaving Dad, Dion, and I inside.

I'm sure he was going to tell Lavender bye. I'm also sure she would freak out and worry. I shook my head in thought, causing my brown hair to fall into my eyes.

I walked forward while pushing them away, already scanning the array of weapons sitting inside the large closet. I didn't have one I could call my main weapon simply because I had yet to master any of them.

I grabbed for a random knife just as a hand landed on my shoulder. I jolted, almost dropping the blade. I turned to find Dad standing directly behind me, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

"You are not going." The words were crushing despite them being directed towards me multiple times before.

"Are you serious? You heard King Oberon, the demons are a low level," I said, trying to come up with any excuse to join them in the battle.

"I'm very serious. Wild would murder me if I let anything happen to you," Dad said as he started for the door, keeping me in place with his hard look for only a second.

"Mom would let me go," I said, chasing after him.

"He lets you go because he's there to watch over you. I'm not mom nor is he here now, so you are staying. That's final." Dad barked the ending words. I knew it was for my protection but it didn't hurt any less.

Dad marched out the front door, leaving it open for Dion to exit behind him. Dion stopped at the door frame and looked back at my almost trembling form.

"I'll try talking to Dad. We'll be back soon. There's secret bread in my room in case we aren't home for dinner," Dion said, smiling at me slightly. Even after years of living together, he still felt uncomfortable about speaking too much.

My brother shut the door behind him while I turned around and sunk onto the couch. I sucked the tears back in and frantically wiped at my eyes with my sleeve.

I wasn't going to cry over this.

I shouldn't.

I just needed more practice.

I would always need more practice.

Mom always said it would come to me in time but I was old enough that I shouldn't have to wait any longer. At this point, all he was doing was lying to try and make me feel better.

The tears began to fall again as I thought of how perfect all three of my brothers were.

Finch had mastered the axe quickly and had even convinced a wizard to permanently enchant the one he currently used. He was strong too. Stronger than probably Dad at this point.

Dew wasn't great with weapons but he had become very good at spells pertaining to healing and shields. He was a perfect candidate to bring to battle.

Dion trained all his life with knives and swords making him completely familiar with both. I have done the same, yet I can barely hold one correctly.

I was nothing compared to the others.

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Sad, kinda bad awkward ending
You should prob read You Owe Me Two before this one cuz the characters are reoccurring. Yes, Wild is a dude and is called Mom, Idc, eat a sock

This is also shorter than I wanted it to be but I've tried fluffing it and I can't