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Post by Michael Wang on May 26, 2011 16:35:13 GMT
"Deal." And with that, Michael was up and dragging his brother out from under the table.
He quickly picked him up as a mother would a child and brought him to bed. Michael found it strange that he could do this now. He had been this height for a while but only now did he realize his position with his brother had switched. From the looks of it, Michael was now the 'big brother'.
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Post by Yao Wang on May 27, 2011 20:52:10 GMT
Yao was perfectly being dragged around, cause that happened frequently, at least he was until Shang picked him up like a child. He flails lightly, "Aiyahh, I can walk myself!" He was embarrassed, his younger brother was able to pick him up now.
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Post by Michael Wang on May 27, 2011 22:11:56 GMT
Michael smirked, "Almost there; patience, little one."
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Post by Yao Wang on May 29, 2011 23:13:09 GMT
"L-little one?!" He pouts, just giving up his attempts now.
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Post by Michael Wang on May 29, 2011 23:28:35 GMT
Laying him down as gently as he could, Michael went to climb into bed with him, snuggling up next to him as he pulled the covers over them both. He really was just a kid on the inside.
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Post by Yao Wang on May 30, 2011 8:27:41 GMT
Yao smiled and hugs him as Shang snuggles up to him, his older brother mode activated. This scene reminded him of when Shang was a child. When he first adopted him, he was very clingy and adorable. As he grew older, Yao thought that he might have grown out of sleeping with someone and gave him his room. He seemed fine for awhile but sometimes he would slip in Yao's bed when he was sleeping or was about to sleep. This was one of those times.
Yao kisses his forehead gently. "Sleep well Shang,"
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Post by Michael Wang on May 30, 2011 15:31:51 GMT
[sleep -shot-]
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Post by Michael Wang on Jun 18, 2011 22:01:05 GMT
Michael had never seen so much blood in his life. At first. he didn't even know what it was, as it's not often one finds themselves sitting alongside a pile of disembodied persons.
"...!?" The boy struggled to get up, falling back only to find his wrists tied. "W-what's going on?"
He tried to cry out again but stopped as soon as he looked up; several men had been standing on what looked like a small bench. Michael soon realized what it was, only to be too late to stop the hangman from kicking out the stand. Horrified, he called out again, only to be muffled by a soggy gag. "...!"
Michael struggled to get free, tears beginning to form as more men were lined up in front of him, only to be hung as those before. One man began to yell, crying out in words unfamiliar to Michael. At that, the rest of the line was shot down, several shot through in places that would bring them death only through blood loss. Crying out once more, Michael felt his back go; kneeling over in a pathetic attempt to keep his lungs from going out as well, he looked up to the officer bearing down on his shoulder:
"Ah-" The rest of the man's words were blurred over from the increasing shots.
As the light drizzle of the afternoon turned to a downpour, the most of the uniformed men moved to cover. A whistle was blown the remaining civilians lined up on order - shaking and clinging on to one another, more shots rang out and the bodies hit the mud with a callous thud.
"No...!" He cried, the bloody gag felting away from his mouth.
He could feel the skin that had healed inside the clothe rip of and hang alongside the rag, tears blurring over his vision. Crying out once again, Michael was kicked in by the officer: "Damarinasai!"
He could feel his head beating as the man kicked in his jaw; going to close his eyes, Michael could feel himself loosing consciousnesses. Hitting the mud, his pain came to an end.
----------> Solus:
Michael took in a quick gasp of air before opening his eyes. Expecting darkness, the familiar face of his sleeping brother came into view. Blinking a few times to clear the sleepiness, he sat up. After quickly evaluating the room for any possible threats, he looked to his brother once more before laying back on his pillow and silently breaking down.
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Post by Yao Wang on Jul 1, 2011 6:06:40 GMT
Yao opens one of his eyes, careful not to be caught at the current situation concerning his brother. He was always a light sleeper for some reason and he was glad to be today. From what it seemed like, Shang had a nightmare. And a horrible one at that. This was the first time he'd really seen Shang this worried for their safety. Also, his shoulders where shaking. When was the last time this child had cried?
He frowns, worry written all over his face. What should he do? What /can/ he do? When Shang would have nightmares as a child, Yao would always hug the little one until he fell asleep. Would he break away from Yao if he tried to hug him like back then? But then Yao realized that Shang wouldn't. He reasoned that even now, at his age, Shang would almost always hug or show affection for the older man. That thought gave him confidence for what he was about to do next.
In a quick movement, Yao moves closer to Shang and puts his arm over him for a hug, letting the teen know that he isn't so alone anymore.
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Post by Michael Wang on Jul 1, 2011 14:09:57 GMT
At that, Michael let out a yelp. Throwing himself from his brother, he tripped his way out of the bed, putting his hands up in defense. "...."
He couldn't see anything, his eyes slowly adjusting to whatever light there was. Michael kept his hands over his chest, scared. What was going on? What is going on?
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Post by Yao Wang on Jul 1, 2011 17:03:43 GMT
Yao was caught in surprise as Shang flailed out of his grasp. "S-Shang?!" He stands up, quickly going to turn on the lamp light. What his eyes adjusts to his light, what he sees next breaks his heart.
Shang is hunched on the ground in a defensive position, scared out of his wits. At first, he would have thought that Shang was kidding but his eyes. His usual emotionless eyes were full of fear....but of what? Yao really doubt it was himself. His nightmare was worser then he originally thought.
"...Shang. It's Aniki. Do you hear me?" He calls out to him softly, worry filled in his voice.
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Post by Michael Wang on Jul 1, 2011 17:18:18 GMT
"de...u-uim̀hjyuh." Michael couldn't understand.
A bright light filtered in between his fingers as he tried again to plead with the invader,"e-em goi...m̀hhóu gáau ngóh!"
"P-please...l-leave me alone...!"
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Post by Yao Wang on Jul 1, 2011 17:44:38 GMT
"....?" What was the language Yao was hearing? It isn't English, that's for sure. Yet, it was vaguely familiar to him too. He stays still, currently not trying to antagonize the situation.
"...Shang," He pauses before calling out his real name, "no...Michael?"
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Post by Michael Wang on Jul 1, 2011 17:52:30 GMT
Another flash of light: Michael looked up. Where was he?
"Shang...[/b]" He blinked, trying to focus on the person in front of him, "...Michael?"
The second he could see again, his brother was in his arms. Michael held him tight, burying his face into Yao's shoulder as if he was trying to protect himself, "D-dai lo..."
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Post by Yao Wang on Jul 1, 2011 18:06:02 GMT
Yao starts hugging him tightly, trying to calm him down.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay. It was only a nightmare.." He rubs his back gently, slowly speaking the words to calm him down.
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Post by Michael Wang on Jul 1, 2011 20:01:15 GMT
"No...no, it wasn't." He held his brother tightly, standing up slowly. "It was real."
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Post by Yao Wang on Jul 1, 2011 20:38:15 GMT
"...Real?" He pauses, keeping a gentle hold on him, "Want to talk about it?"
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Post by Michael Wang on Jul 1, 2011 20:50:15 GMT
Michael shook his head quickly, letting his brother go.
Walking over to the kitchen sink, he ran his head under the water. "Have you ever held a gun?"
A light redish tint dripped from his hair with the water. Washing it down quickly, he realized his scalp's skin had been broken open.
Was it the binds? Memories of the man who had knocked him unconcious flashed back. Snapping back at his brother, he asked again: "Have you ever held a gun?"
This time around, it was more of a demand than a question.
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Post by Yao Wang on Jul 1, 2011 21:13:12 GMT
"Have you ever held a gun?"
Yao said nothing once he heard Shang, speechless. Was his nightmare about someone hurting him with a gun? They were rare, you needed a license and money to even carry one. Yao himself he didn't need one since he learned self defense marital arts. Shang's sudden demand brought him out of his thoughts.
"Have I ever he...No I don't think I have." It was an honest response. The only time he remembers anything about firearms are in his dreams.
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Post by Michael Wang on Jul 1, 2011 21:16:49 GMT
"I have." He looked up to the cabinet, grabbing a dish towel to run through his hair, as casual as ever.
"I have."
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