Lonesome

2

{ F r i e n d s }

In the span of 2 short years, Tom had stayed beside Tord as he ran the army, getting used to the solders and the weaponry, being able to spot and shoot a mouse scittering through a tall wheat field. In this time, no connections were made to Edd or Matt.

From the arrival and return of the notorious Red Leader and his assistant, chaos was followed. There Tord sat, tired, overworked, and stressed. Why was he this way you ask? Well. Let's take it back a few months from that point.

The betrayal of the uprising Yellow Army. It was rumored that the soldiers from the Yellow Army of the West were coming closer and closer to a brutal victory and a infiltration of the Red Base. Surpassing the hard training of the Red Army's soldiers. Higher and higher up the hierarchy. Boosting the ego of the, now well known yet unnamed, Yellow Leader. Around hundreds of his own beloved red soldiers were slaughtered while defending their pride and honor of the army. Their Red Leader being distraught with the absolute massacre of his own soldiers. The prideful and honored red soldiers being drenched in their own crimson blood. Though they managed to keep themselves together enough to overtake the situation and slaughter those who came onto the base.
All of this rushed through their ferocious Red Leaders mind, the moments of painfully loud silence, broken.

knock, knock, knock...

Tom knocked to the large wooden doors of the males office. Going inside as he heard the Leader let out a small hum of approval along with a frustrated mutter.
"Come in." the frustrated mutter sounded.
"Hundreds of my soldiers. Gone. Dead. Damn it!..." the leader cursed out and ran his hand through his hair, his horns being messy and slightly matted down.
The second in command, Tom, sighed a little and placed his hand to the males shoulder, while fixing the others hair.
Wanting that peace and quiet with his partner.
"They only did so to protect the rest of us..." The more calmed and collected fellow spoke in an attempt to calm the other from his fit of frustration and anger.

The response given was one of silence.

"It was 5 months ago...we've restored the losses...I'm sure they were proud to have defended and served in this army. They did their part. Now it's time you do yours." Tom sighed out softly, the gaze from his visor becoming slightly blurred but he didn't give thought to it and instead rubbed his partners shoulders warmly.
They were dating, engaged actually. The rest of the army only knowing it as a pitiful rumor.

The solemn sound of silence between the two lovers being cut by a light knock to the door.

"Yes, Pau?" The Red Leader answered and stood, dusting his ironed red longsleeve off, his coat resting on the back of his chair, with the plate shining nicely as it caught the sun ray from the dim clouded sky outside the window, and taking in the fresh scent of lemon emitting from the nicely cleaned dark oak work desk.

The sound of heavy military grade boots made calm thud noises along the polished wood floors. He knew the sound too well although never this pattern of walk. He was suspicious, humming as Pau opened the door and walked in with two of the most familiar people they had known.
The one who took himself and Tom into his humble home as well as his ginger narcissist.
"Ah....Tord and Tom!" Edd hummed cheerily as to contrast with the way he had walked in.
Matt, a loving, tall, and bubble headed ginger, followed beside him.
"Tim and Todd! You two left without saying anything!" Matt huffed and crossed his arms across his chest with a slight pout.
"Ahh...old friends." Tord smiled of relief worried something else could've been there to take him on then and there, though he was only greeted with his cheerful and loving old friends.

"So I know you have been running this army...."
Edd hummed and his tone slightly dropped from his usual cheery one.

As he spoke the air felt colder, not a fresh cold but instead an icy, dry cold. The atmosphere had changed.
He had a cola can in his right hand. Having on a freshly ironed deep green button up. Adjusting the cuffs as he spoke.

"Go on..." Tord spoke in a non-trusting tone, seeing as Edd had a grin across his lips.

Edd's gaze focused on the Red Leader and his second in command. He then snapped back to his usual cheery tone.
"Nothing! I just wanted to congratulate you, it must be great to have this power," The medium sized male had spoken in a cheery tone, holding out his hand for the other to shake and greet him after taking those steps closer to be able to greet him properly.
As suspicious as it was, Tord had still stood calmly and shook his friend's hand.
"I'm glad to have you here, I suggest you stay here for the night because its fucking terrible outside. I have the spare guest bedroom's in the Leading Quarters open for you both," The Leader had spoken and stood behind his desk while Thomas stood by his side, Edd and Matt calmly in front of the desk.
"If you insist, I'm sure it couldn't hurt for one night," Edd spoke and nodded, looking towards Matt with a soft smile to show that it was okay.
Pau only stood with his back to the door, making sure no one came in or went out. Sternly standing while his ears listened out for any suspicious footsteps or words. His bangs covering his eyes as his gaze was kept towards the ground as the conversation went on.
The room felt quiet as this happened, feeling frozen, the only thing breaking the silence being the hard shards of ice raining down from the sky outside, some hitting against the window although it didn't damage any at all. The windows being bulletproof and pristine.
"Well then, we should start the tour and usher you to your rooms, i'm glad to have you here." Tord spoke, Tom only agreeing silently as they all made there way around the desk and out the door onto the hardwood and concrete of the army base.
The red leader reaching out his hand to greet his past friends.
Finally reunited with his old friends.

((t e e h e e- hello- are you on edge yet? hope so- see you in the next one, friend!))