An Interesting Turn of Events
Original


WARNING: Bloody themes and swearing

It had started off as a rather boring and uneventful journey. The sun was blazing above and the humidity was high, leaving a sticky moist sweat glistening on their skin and making them a little more irritable and a little less on alert. The trail had been a long one, winding around several mountains, over rickety looking bridges and through tight spots that left the four pressing their backs to the cliffs and praying that their footing held. Lucky for them when they passed through a small herding village the villagers had pointed them to a local trail that they claimed took off nearly half a day then the original more commonly traveled one. It was off the map, but they trusted the local’s. Who else would know the terrain better than those that lived here year long? Certainly not any outdated maps.

For the most part, they weren’t dressed much for traveling. Edward, the only real mercenary of the group, wore his orange and gold tunic and white leggings. He carried a large broadsword strapped to his back. The blond may be the biological son of Yami Starboon, but he lacked any resemblance to him. He was tall and strapping young man with enough muscle to wield the broadsword with skill and deadly force, but not enough strength to scare away the ladies.

Sierra, another of Yami’s biological children, had shortly cropped black hair that was much like the color of her fathers. She wore a feminine dark purple tunic, lined with lavender trim that came down to her mid-thigh, the trim much resembling the color of her eyes. White tight pants clung to her slender legs and soft brown pointed boots decorated her feet. She seemed a little out of place and it seemed unlikely that the saber strapped into her large hip belt was of any use in her delicate hands.

However, Sierra didn’t look nearly as out of place as her slightly older brother Perry. The young Elf was still as dressed up as usual, wearing a lavished royal blue justaucorps that seemed entirely too silly for a traveling man to be wearing. The sweat that was standing on his forehead only emphasized how incredibly narcissistic he was. He would rather look nice tromping through scarcely used roads and about die of dehydration than wear anything that seemed like a ‘downgrade’. Perry had always used his parents’ wealth to his benefit and lived the life of an aristocrat. This left the pampered young man completely defenseless out on the roads. Which was why he took the opportunity to travel when a part of his family was heading to Millul on business. Perry had some rare artifacts he wished to purchase but had not wanted to travel the dangerous trail with any hired men. His family was much cheaper. In fact, they were free.

Then finally, the three’s father headed the group. Yami was not afraid of wearing cheap and unflattering clothes during his journeys, but because of needing to meet with a wealthy family in Millul the man had no choice but to wear at least upper-classmen passable attire. He wore a black coat with trailing coattails, and white cuffs. The trim was red, simple, but elegant. He wore white slacks and black high-topped boots with a fancy silver stitch in it. To try and ward of some potential bandits, Yami kept a black powder pistol at his hip. Guns were a rarity in the world, not always reliable, but surely packed a punch and a high advantage over any archers. Yami was more of a Sage than a marksmen but he expected that he could hold his own with this strange weapon if need be. It was a last resort—having only six shots and all.

“This bridge looks a little dangerous, kids. Watch your footing.” Yami called quietly, distractedly. His crimson eyes studied the rotting boards as he walked and when his eyes caught something glittering he tilted his head slightly and his lips parted in unspoken confusion. Behind him he heard Sierra’s laugh and Perry’s annoyed grumble. Then suddenly there was a snap and it felt like the boards beneath him were ripped right out from under him. He fell forward, trying to grab things as he fell and was surprised when his arm caught hold of a net. His fingers twisted in the mesh and he felt the rope tearing into his flesh but it seemed to give in with a terrible groan as the mountainside gave out and dirt and rocks came tumbling down with him. He heard Sierra screaming and then everything went black.

~*~

“Holy shit, Perry, get down!” Edward grabbed his younger brother by the back of the collar and jerked him back as an arrow whizzed by and barely missed impaling the aristocrat. Edward continued to shove his brother back around the bend in the road. This was not good. His father and sister had fallen into a bandit’s trap. Dirty bastards.

“What just happened? Where’s father and Sierra?” Perry demanded, trying to make his way back to the dust rising above the broken bridge. The young man had apparently not noticed the arrow that had about taken his life. Perry wasn’t known for his fighting prowess.

“Get down, you idiot!” Edward snarled grabbing his brother’s arm and jerking him back. Perry lost his balance and fell flat on his behind with a pained grunt.

“What are you doing? Father and Sierra need our help!”

“Shut up. Someone’s coming.” Edward reached for the hilt of his broadsword and quietly unsheathed it. The sound it made as it came free made Perry shiver, but the familiar and pleasant feeling of adrenaline began to course through Edward’s body. He was about to add a few more notches to his bandit kills.

The first bandit that rounded the corner held his sword high, but was utterly surprised to find himself run through anyhow. Edward slid the blade in cleanly through the man’s abdomen and jerked outward, splitting the bandit’s side opened. Wide-eyed and astounded the bandit toppled off the trail and rolled down the mountain with flailing limbs and blood and guts trailing behind him.

The second bandit was a little more prepared. He managed to block Edward’s first attack but the strength behind the blonds’ blade caused a painful ache up the bandit’s wrist and with a clumsy movement he tried to deflect the next blow which easily slipped past his defenses and cut the fingers right off his sword hand. The man screamed in agony, doubling over and with a fierce kick to the back of his knee Edward managed to knock the man off balance and he too tumbled over the cliff and to his death.

A resounding cry of rage could be heard from above the trail and Edward estimated at least seven or eight more were making their way down the trail. He couldn’t safely take out that many on his own. Edward feared that he would be joining the two below soon and that would leave his little brother completely defenseless.

“Perry.” Edward took several steps back and reached out to touch his little brother’s shoulder. Perry was shaking terribly, his eyes were squeezed shut and he was pressed hard against the cliff-side. “Perry.” Edward shook his brother and the other finally opened his eyes, staring at him, mouth wide, eyes terrified. “We have to run. There’s an archer up there. Dad and Sierra will be fine. We have to go get help.”

Perry’s lip trembled for a moment before he nodded slowly, reluctantly.

And so the two turned and ran down the winding trail as fast as they dared, praying that they could reach the small village some five or six miles away before anything too serious befell their father and sister.

~*~

“…Daddy? Daddy? Are you all right?” Sierra shook her father a little more fiercely and with a terrible groan of pain the man’s crimson eyes flickered opened. He blinked several times, disoriented and confused. “Daddy, are you all right? Can you move?”

Yami struggled to sit up and with each shuddering breath he took he could feel a sharp ache in his left side. Either he had fractured something, or broken it. Either way, it didn’t feel good. He stretched out his legs and moved them slowly. He was relieved that nothing seemed broken down there and it seemed he would be able to walk just fine. The little demon brushed some of the dirt from his clothes and squinted up at his daughter.

It was dark, but the light that filtered from above was just enough to allow them to make out each other. He could see that she was covered in small scrapes and bruises. Otherwise, the way she was kneeling in front of him seemed as though she hadn’t been too badly injured. She had probably fallen on top of him and reduced some of the blow of sharp rocks scattered on the ground. Lucky girl.

“Help me up,” Yami muttered reaching out for his daughter.

She did as she was told, but the worried look in her lavender eyes belied the calm that had fallen over her. She did not easily panic, and having her father with her she felt safer than she could in this situation. Right now, though, she wasn’t so scared for herself. Her father had a trickle of blood running down his split brow. It was a nasty gash.

She tried to brush back her concern and instead, voiced another, “What do you think happened?” she whispered, looking up at the bright white of light above. Some more pebbles broke lose from above and toppled down with a stream of dirt. She raised her hand up to block the dust that began to settle in her short black hair. It was a long way up, and she doubted either she or her father could climb back up. “Do you think Edward and Perry are all right?”

“I’m sure that they’re fine.” Yami said, brushing more dust from his pants. Inwardly he could feel himself shaking, where they all right? Edward could handle himself… but Perry? He was nothing short of a burden when it came to fighting.

Trying to hush his racing thoughts he tried to distract himself. The demon reached up to touch his chest and winced slightly. There was definitely bruising, any more sharp movements would probably cause something to snap. He was not looking forward to the journey out. He unwillingly looked to his daughter again and she was still worriedly staring up at the sliver of light above. With a resigned sigh, Yami reached out for her, “They’re probably on their way to the village by now for help… Sierra?” She looked at him, wide-eyed and frightened. It hurt him to know he was about to scare her a little more, “This was a trap, Sierra.”

She tensed, startled, “What? Are you sure?”

“There was a net about fifteen feet down to catch any victims. I reckon they were looking for some fancy travelers to get a hold of. Or perhaps maybe just some bodies to sell. We probably looked like easy prey and they triggered the trap.” Yami leaned up against the wall, and let out a shuddering breath. He was beginning to feel a little faint. That was no good. “We’re in a mineshaft. This whole mountain used to be harvested for ore. It’s deserted now, but I imagine this labyrinth of tunnels makes great hide-outs for those bandits. Watch your step and listen closely. We’re not alone down here.”

The demon reached up to pull a necklace from under his clothing. It was silver with a pair of spinning round rings inside that passed over each other quickly but never seemed to ever worry of collision. It was a birthday present from his brother back when they were kids. He blew gently on the strange device and a bright white light bustled itself into existence. After a moment it dimmed. It now provided enough light to pierce the darkness for two or three feet. Just enough.

“Daddy, are you sure you’re all right to walk?” Sierra asked gently.

Yami nodded and looked to her. Her expressions reminded him so much of Kaelin, his husband, and he couldn’t help but smile gently to her. “I’ll be fine. Are you all right? Do you still have your sword?”

“Yes, and …” she reached down with her gentle hands for the hilt of her weapon. She had hoped to never use it in such circumstances, but she had been trained by Edward enough to know how to use it, “Yes… it seems to be fine.”

Yami nodded, “Let’s go then.”

~*~

“You have got to be kidding me!” Edward stopped before the large wooden gate that had been closed and locked, preventing entrance to the village. “Hey!” The blond screamed, pounding his fist on the fifteen-foot towering gate, “Open the damn gate! We need some help!”

Perry stared up at the menacing blockage and his green eyes narrowed dangerously. He was beginning to suspect that those bandits and these villagers had some sort of deal. They sent people up the ‘faster’ trail and the bandits captured themselves a few unbeknownst travelers. It was probably what kept the village safe from ransacking and violence.

“Fucking bastards,” Edward snarled, kicking the gate one last time and spitting on it. He had probably come to the same conclusion. “Come on, we’ll find another way in.” Edward turned off the trail and began to climb down the treacherous mountain.

“W-what? I can’t climb that… Are you kidding me?”

“Then stay here, Perry. Fuck. Quit bitching and climb your dainty ass down here.”

Perry’s narrowed his eyes and his fists clenched at his sides. He looked like he wanted to send an angry retort back at his brother, but he blew out a low hot breath. Their fighting would have to wait. Even if he hated being in his brawn-no-brain brother’s presence, he cared a lot about his sister and father. He’d have to work with his brother to get them back safely. Even if it killed him inside to admit that.

~*~

Yami stopped suddenly, his hand reaching out to steady his daughter. They could hear the shuffling of boots, laughter and the occasional vulgar curse echoing off the walls. Yami tucked the glowing necklace safely under his clothes and after their eyes adjusted, they could see a flickering light down the tunnel. They were getting closer.

“Sierra, this is going to be the only way. We’ll probably have to fight our way out.” Yami turned to his taller daughter and even though he couldn’t see her very well, he could sense her determination. She was hanging on his every word. “I’ll enter first. I’ll try to take out as many as I can with Rupture. I probably won’t be able to use many more spells after that considering my state of condition. When I finish the spells, I’ll use this gun. When you hear me fire it, that’s when you’ll come in.” He turned to leave, but paused and reached up to touch his daughters face gently with one hand, “Don’t be scared, Sierra. I’ll protect you.”

“I know, Daddy. Be safe.”

He smiled at her, but in the darkness she couldn’t see it. He turned away and made his way silently down the tunnel.

When he stepped around the corner a sea of surprised faces turned to greet him. There was a silence for about three seconds before the two or three dozen men began to leap for their weapons, screaming vulgarities and war cries. Only about half made it.

Two or three men at a time began to explode in a shower of blood as limbs seemed to slide ride off their bodies, exposing arteries that pulsated streams of blood. Heads arched up through the air sending a sparkle of crimson in its wake. Bodies began to crumble and the war cries of many gurgled and went silent for good.

The most terrifying was how silent the demon was. Standing there so perfectly straight, eyes narrowed, head tilted down slightly. Only those crimson eyes moved, one by one, to each of his victims. His face was mostly expressionless and he seemed unconcerned that the cavern walls were beginning to drip with blood. One terrified bandit reached for him with the sword leading but much to the man’s horror his arm slipped right off and then his head soon followed.

Yami took out another six or seven more before something exploded next to him. Pieces of shrapnel, nails and other sharp metal objects erupted around him and many of them pierced into his right leg and up his right side. He felt the pain for only a moment before his body shut down the pain receptors. He tried to take a step as he reached for his pistol but his leg gave out and he simply brought himself down to one knee. Luckily for him, he was a lefty so when his hand strayed down to his hip it easily found the holster holding the strange weapon. He lifted it up, aimed and pulled the trigger. Just like how he was told.

He was just as surprised as the man he shot when the gun let out a terrifying noise followed by a billow of smoke. Yami hadn’t been expecting the backlash of the weapon so he swore profusely, lost his balance and fell on his rump still cursing. He raised the gun up as another man tried to take advantage of his off-balance and pulled the trigger again. A dark spot appeared over the bandits heart and crimson spread across his front. The man fell dead where he stood.

Before Yami got off another shot he could hear the screams of rage shift to more confusion. His crimson eyes squinted through all the smoke and bodies and he spotted his daughter, quick on her feet as her blade swung in graceful arcs, slicing and gliding through flesh as if she had done it a million times. Yami was impressed.

He struggled back to his feet and reached down absently to feel the sticky warmness running down his leg. When he pulled his mangled right hand away he could see that it was covered in blood. That was no big surprise.

He raised the pistol and shot off two more rounds that echoed painfully even over all the chaos in the tight quarters. It was no good. The pistol wasn’t nearly as affective as he had hoped. He slid the damned thing back into its rightful place at his hip and began to weave his left hand through the air. There weren’t many spells he could conduct with only one hand, but most of them would be enough to take out the handful of men remaining. Sierra was already cutting down more bandits than Yami had originally hoped for. That was good; it left only a few more before he went unconscious from the loss of blood. He was already fighting off the dots of black.

His hand jerked through the air and the area around a few of the men shimmered and then suddenly combusted into flames. They fell to the ground screaming in agony and trying to douse the flames with their bodies as they rolled around each other, over each other. After several excruciating minutes they went still and their blackened flesh began to crumble. Yami affectionately called that spell, Summers Slumber.

He had no time to laugh at his insincere ill humor. A man had emerged—a large man, decorated in expensive mismatched clothing and wielding what appeared to be a large broad axe. He was rippling with muscle and his ugly face was hardened with years of living the life of a bandit. Despite the fact that many of his lackeys lay on the ground dead from the hands of a demon, he seemed unconcerned. It was then that Yami spotted the amulet around his neck.

Yami cursed taking a few steps backwards and falling back against the side of the rocky cave. The amulet was an anti-magic device. Any spell that came within five feet of the man would dissipate. It was a rare object and completely inconvenient for the man to have. It was probably why he was successful. Not even a magnificent Sage like Yami could touch him with magic. Good riddance.

“I smell a couple of rats.” The man said, and his voice thundered. A silence befell the room. Only Yami and Sierra were left. The former was fighting the urge to collapse into unconsciousness and the other was trying hard to catch her breath after her first real combat. Neither seemed very ready to take on the six-foot-three axe-wielding behemoth. The man seemed to realize this as well. He grinned across the cave at the wounded demon, “Little demon, you don’t scare me with you big awful crimson eyes or your fancy witchcraft,” the man smiled a surprisingly charming smile, “You little bastards can’t touch Solomon the Terror.”

Yami looked rather confused for a moment, until he realized the man had spoken about himself in third person. It was then that he understood how much of an idiot the man really was. He had no idea Yami still carried a weapon other than his magic. Shame for him. Yami decided to fake unconsciousness. It was his best bet.

It didn’t take much to pretend. He simply let his leg buckle under him like how it had been trying to for the past few minutes. He collapsed to the ground, a lot harder than he had anticipated and really almost lost consciousness as pain exploded up and down his body. He heard Solomon laugh.

The big man turned to the last standing person in the mine—and was pleased to see that it was a rather beautiful young Elf. He grinned, “Now, now, little lassie. I promise I won’t hurt you too much.”

Sierra took a step back, readying the saber in her hand. She would fight to the death. If Yami were unconscious—or worse, dead, it was up to her to get him out of here. She wouldn’t allow him to die down here. They needed to get home.

Solomon leaped at her with both burly hands outstretched and she raised her saber up ready to strike, but a sudden crash filled the mine. It echoed off the walls and then suddenly, looking very surprised Solomon took two more steps towards her, hands grasping at the empty air. Another terrible noise exploded through the cave and the bandit toppled face first into a stack of wooden boxes and barrels. They tumbled away loudly before rolling to a stop. Solomon did not move.

Sierra’s gaze lifted just in time to see Yami’s shooting hand drop and see him collapse forward—this time really unconscious. She tried not to laugh but couldn’t help herself as she ran to his side. “Daddy? Daddy?” He didn’t respond so she began to check his wounds. The shrapnel that had torn apart his body had indeed been devastating. He wouldn’t survive much longer if he didn’t receive some medical attention. She was a doctor, but there weren’t really any medical supplies handy. The best bet would be Tigel. She had to get her father out of here and quick.

She found a few scarves and bandanas off the corpses to tie tightly over some of the worst of her fathers wounds and when she was finished she pulled her father up onto her back and began to tentatively make her way out of the tunnels, praying that each turn she took was bringing her closer and closer to the exit.

She heard voices as she neared the end of the tunnel and her chest filled with dread. There was no way she could fend anyone off in this state. She had sustained a few good lacerations herself, but just the very movement of putting her father down was hazardous. He probably couldn’t take much more.

Which was why she was so relieved to see that the voices belong to her brothers and a handful of villagers. She was so overwhelmed she began to cry as she went to them—doing her best not to run no matter how badly she wanted to.

“Edward! Perry!” she called. Their head snapped around and their grins quickly turned to frowns of worry. She was covered from head to foot in dirt, bruises and scrapes and didn’t look so great. Their father, however, was a pale limp form completely unconscious on her back. His right hand was wet with crimson streaks. It was a grim situation. Neither Perry or Edward had expected that their trip to Millul may end in death.

~*~

He blinked once, twice, squinting before his eyes finally came back to life. He could make out an elderly man leaning over him. It wasn’t often that they came across humans and from Yami’s experience, he would have rather left it that way. He jerked away, unwilling to let the man place his hands on him.

“Be still.” The man said sharply, there was no room for argument. Yami stopped moving immediately. The elderly man smiled gruffly, “Seems like you might not die after all.”

Yami snorted, realizing that the human was probably his caregiver. “Am I good to go then?” the Prince sat up and was rather surprised at the lack of pain. In fact, he felt pretty damn good. He lifted his right arm and it was covered in bandages. He figured much of the rest of his body looked about the same. “Are we in Tigel?”

“No.” It was Edward, stepping from away from the wall and bringing himself to attention. “We’re in Millul. You’ve been unconscious for almost a week now. They clerics here have been pumping you full of all kinds of things.”

Yami grinned, “Probably why I feel so damn good.”

Edward laughed, “Yeah… probably,” he itched the back of his head, half smiling, “I talked to the Mayor and told him why you’ve missed the meeting date, but he didn’t really seem very ready to reschedule any time soon. He said something about,” Ed placed his hands on his hips and contorted his face into an ugly expression, his voice reaching rather unattractive pitches, “When I schedule for meetings, I do so because I am a busy man. If you have the privilege of taking a moment of my time, I expect you to be there.” Edward lost the mocking stature and shrugged apologetically, “He didn’t seem very concerned that you were in a coma either.”

“…I see.” The smile was gone now and he leaned back against the pillow, placing his left hand over his bandaged right one. A two week journey on foot under scorching heat, over dangerous mountains and bandit invested mines had ended up with a prompt ‘screw you, get out of here.’ Talk about adding insult to injury. Yami sighed, glancing around the room, Perry was sitting on one of the dressers, arms crossed, with his back to his father, but Yami couldn’t seem to find a certain violet-eyed princess, “Where’s Sierra?”

“Out. Wandering.” Edward jerked his head towards the window, “She’s out scheming.”

“Scheming?”

“Scheming. Found herself a pretty cute outfit, kudos to Perry’s gold-enriched purse, and she’s out trying to rally the troops.”

Yami blinked slowly, blankly. “What is her goal? Prostitution? Perry, you’re grounded for life if that is the case.” Perry looked over his shoulder alarmed and Edward laughed.

“No, Dad,” Edward said, still chuckling, “People often forget that we have ties to Royalty. Sorry, dad, the red-eyes makes the masses forgetful.” Yami shrugged and Edward continued, “There’s just something about a pretty damsel in distress that really bothers the townspeople. I mean… Sobbing pretty noble girl who just wants the mayor to talk to her sweet good-natured noble father… Who would say no? Really brings the towns moral down when their Mayor says no to such a pretty face.”

By this time, Yami was laughing, hard. He shook his head and rubbed his forehead with his left hand. “That’s just… so Sierra.” Yami finally looked to the old human once more, who had gone rather silent and seemed unable to take his eyes off the crimson-eyed demon. “And who are you?”

“Willard Stalve,” he said plainly. “I’m the Tigel’s doctor. While I’m here, I hope that no one gets hurt.”

“Yeah, well, shut up you. If you hadn’t sent us up the super duper trail of death we wouldn’t be here.” Edward said, glaring at the man. “Also, thanks to Dad and Sierra, you don’t have yourself a pest problem anymore. So sit down, shut up, and observe the patient.”

Yami made awkward eye contact with Willard, “I really don’t know where they get that attitude,” the demon said, doing his best to look innocent. He was, however, quite proud that his sons had managed to get a hold of that bloody village. Back-stabbing no-good humans. All they were good for was deceit. Never trust a human. Then again, the saying often included ‘or demon’. Not a lot of understanding between the races. “Will you be able to get an escort back? I doubt I’ll be going anywhere soon and I don’t need you anymore.”

Willard frowned and stood, moving in a way that made Yami thankful that his race didn’t age in the same way that the humans did. It was painful to watch those gnarled limbs twist about. “Am I dismissed then?”

“Yes. I suppose so. Thank you, Mr. Stalve.”

Willard nodded, and without another word disappeared through the door.

Perry finally spun around to look at his father, legs and arms crossed, “What an asshole. Do people not know any manners?”

“How in the world did you get him to agree to come with us to Millul?” Yami asked curiously, brows raised, “We must have been the strangest group to pass through this city in ages,” Yami frowned at his raven-haired son, “Speaking of which, did you ever finish your business?”

Perry frowned, slumping a little where he sat and looked away. Yami continued to stare curiously and so Edward offered an explanation, “Perry ended up forking over all those gems and coins to convince Tigel to open the gates. A blade is what convinced that old man to accompany us. That and a lot of guilt tripping.” Edward nodded, wide eyes, “I mean, a lot. That bastard wasn’t even going to touch you. Even after Sierra told him what happened.”

“The burdens of red eyes.” Yami said, shrugging. He pulled the blankets off his body and moved his legs over the side of the bed. “Are we in some inn?”

“Yep. First floor, so no stairs.” Edward stated proudly, “I figured you’d be really bitchy when you woke up and any amount of stairs would just about send you off the handle.”

Yami snorted with laughter, “Probably when these drugs wear off that’ll be about right.”

Just then the door opened and Sierra, wearing an outstandingly intricate and expensive looking dark red satin dressed emerged. She was grinning and looking quite proud of herself. “Got you that meeting. Some really nervous messenger gave me a letter begging that you come to the Mayor at the scheduled time.“ She handed her father the scroll and then reached around him to gently hug him. “How are you feeling, Daddy?”

“I’m doing quite fine, thank you.” Yami said. He was rather amused that his daughter smelled like some very expensive perfume. Perry really had gotten his purse gouged. Yami found this extremely amusing. She pulled away and gave him a lingering stare of worry before reaching up to pull the red-ribbon collar off her neck.

“How women wear these things all day long I will never understand. Perry, how do you wear those things? This is so damn hot that I need that perfume to keep away the stench. Seriously.”

Sierra and Edward proceeded to make jabs at their aristocrat brother (Edward had twisted his sisters words around and for some reason now Edward was questioning Perry how he walked so well with those feminine dresses on). Perry seemed to not be taking the teasing well, but Yami tuned them out, opening the scroll and reading it.

Prince Yami,

Congratulations, you have managed to worm your way back into my schedule. It would be most appreciated if you would show up this time. Tomorrow morning, Dia the 19th at 7:30. I expect you to be in my office. On time.

Mayor Flint Jem

Yami laughed, rolling the parchment up and looked to his children. Perry had retreated to the corner and kept giving his siblings dirty scowls, Sierra was still trying to get herself out of her fancy dress and Edward sat on one of the beds laughing good-naturedly at Perry’s growing discomfort towards his fashion choices being mocked.

Shaking his head with a little chuckle, Yami set the scroll on the dresser beside his own bed. Tomorrow would be filled with sarcasm and insults, and probably very little negotiating would follow… but at the very least he would try to mind his manners.

Finally, unable to take his brothers insults any longer, Perry picked up a throw pillow on a nearby chair and chucked it as hard as he could at the blond. Edward deflected it and in turn pounced on his little brother and the ‘play’ fighting ensued. Sierra and Yami made brief eye contact and both looked away, trying to hide their smiles as Perry’s screams became a little more shrill and infuriated.

It was going to be an interesting trip home.


[Ramirez]



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