Early in the morning

[cowgoesmoo]

[ Just before dawn, anyone monitoring the low-band station that Rem's transmitter is usually set to might hear the following short message from a child who is clearly trying not to panic. ]

Blades, this is Feathers-home, Feathers-home calling Blades, what's your twenty? Where are you!?

[ There's a pause of about a minute, then the message repeats three more times, and finally the transmission ends with: ]

If anyone out there knows who this is and you see my brother, tell me right away!

Comments

how did i lose this...

[ornamentals]

Don't forget I'm still your older brother too, Vash. Even if I am... smaller, right now.

[ugh!]

And it isn't like I don't want to leave, I just- can't. It's hard to see out of the windows, too.

[he adds, quickly -] But I don't want you or anyone else to try and force their way in here, okay? If any of you hurt yourselves or each other I'll be very mad.

oh noooes

[dontdeserve]

Brother...

[ (No names on the radio, he knows. He has already broken that, but that doesn't mean he do it again. If he can help it.) Excuse him as his voice wavers for a moment, even through the faint distortion of the radio. A part of him wants, so much, to be Nai's little brother again. To be a part of a whole.

But Nai is not just little. He is also young, and vulnerable, and with so, so much he has to deal with. And he needs him, just like Vash needs Nai.

His smile returns in his voice, though it is not harsh or hateful, not even a little. ]

I don't want anyone hurt, not you, not him, either. Or the little ones. And I'm sure watching us fight would be pretty horrible for you. So... I'll ask who I think is responsible for the whole bringing ups this way and that to bring you back home, that is all.

[ornamentals]

[why is every iteration of his brother stupidly stubborn? just for once, or even a few times, he wishes vash would actually listen, instead of trying to help in whatever way they think works best.

even when nai disagrees, it doesn't help. at least, not in this situation.

vash and all of his thorns was his responsibility to amend, another responsibility he needed to carry himself. so what if he was younger?]

You're right, I'd hate it if you two fought - or if anyone fought each other. Besides, I really doubt he's going to listen to you.

[a sigh! a very weary, older brother kind of sigh.]

I'm going to be fine.