Brother, Oh Brother
“Apollo, go fix the blinds,” Nahyuta says, curling up even tighter. “I did it last time, it’s your turn.”
The only response he hears is the chirping of the birds and crickets outside, which is incriminating enough on its own. His brother snores like an angry flock of warbaa’d.
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Harsh sunlight streams into the room through the slats in the blinds, and Nahyuta winces as it hits his face. He curls into a ball and pulls the blankets over his head, but the light still bleeds through, burning into his cheek through the thin fabric.
“Apollo, go fix the blinds,” Nahyuta says, curling up even tighter. “I did it last time, it’s your turn.”
The only response he hears is the chirping of the birds and crickets outside, which is incriminating enough on its own. His brother snores like an angry flock of warbaa’d.
“I know you’re awake. Go fix the blinds.” Silence. “Apolloooooo.”
Again, silence.
Nahyuta sighs sharply and sneaks a hand out of his cocoon, grabbing his pillow at the corner and slamming it onto the mat where Apollo’s head is. Still, the only noise is Nahyuta’s own breathing and the stirring wildlife outside the window.
“It’s rude to ignore your big brother,” he huffs, sitting up onto his haunches and grabbing the pillow with both hands. Raising it over his head, Nahyuta brings the pillow down with the force of a dragon over and over again.
At first, he’s mildly confused as to how in the name of the Holy Mother his brother can sleep through this, only realizing that Apollo just isn’t there after an embarrassing few seconds. Nahyuta drops the pillow and crawls out of bed, all thoughts of more potential sleep gone.
He pads over to the window and flings open the blinds, squinting out at the rolling countryside. Apollo isn’t by the river, or the tree stump, or at the crest of the hill that overlooks the city. Alright, fine.
Heading into the kitchen, he’s greeted by the mud-caked soles of Datz’s boots, which are propped up on the table and crossed at the ankle.
“Mornin’ Yuty!” Datz greets, flashing a smile that’s all teeth. “Sleep well?”
“Just fine,” he murmurs, grabbing an apple off of the counter and biting into it. The juice rolls down his chin and drips onto the floor between his feet, miniscule spots appearing on the wood floors.
“I dunno, if you ask me, you look like you got into a fight with the bed and lost.” Datz squints. “Bad, too. You sure AJ didn’t attack you in your sleep?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Nahyuta glares at Datz. “Where is Apollo anyway?”
“I think he went out with Dhurke real early this morning. Maybe they’re getting ready for your birthday.”
“My birthday is three months away.”
“You say that like AJ hasn’t been counting down the days.”
“He has not.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Apollo can’t count that high.”
Datz bursts into laughter at that, clutching his stomach as he nearly falls out of his chair. After around thirty seconds, he’s able to breathe properly again, even though his shoulders still twitch and a laugh escapes him every few seconds.
“Man, Yuty, who taught you to be so funny?”
“Certainly not you.”
Nahyuta’s a bit worried that Datz will actually fall out of his chair this time, so he just watches, apple halfway to his mouth, as Datz positively howls with laughter. He’s sure every animal in a five mile radius just ran away as fast as they could, and Nahyuta wishes he could join them.
“I’m going out to look for someone less obnoxious.”
“C’mon, why don’t you just spend some quality time with your favorite uncle?” Datz stands up, stabbing his hunting knife into the table as he waggles his eyebrows at Nahyuta.
“You’re my only uncle.”
“Exactly! So I’m the favorite by default.” Datz pulls him close and grinds his knuckles against the top of Nahyuta’s head, not even flinching when the kid bites down on his arm in an attempt to escape. “Oh, and for the record, AJ’s just as obnoxious as I am. Who do you think taught him?”
Even though he wants to fire back something snippy, Datz’s forearm is snug against Nahyuta’s windpipe, and having a coughing fit is the absolute last thing he needs right now. So, for once, he holds his tongue.
After another harsh noogie, Datz releases him and pulls his knife up out of the table. “I’m gonna head out, so don’t do anything stupid, alright? Don’t need you drowning for real this time.”
Nahyuta rolls his eyes but lets Datz ruffle his hair on the way out the door and pauses to watch as his figure disappears into the underbrush. Once he’s gone, Nahyuta finishes off his apple and cleans up the mud Datz had tracked all the way through the house.
Apollo and his dad are still nowhere to be found, so Nahyuta takes the time he has alone to get dressed and fix his hair. And no, Apollo didn’t cut his hair in the middle of the night. He wishes Datz was still here just so he could point it out.
He isn’t, though, so Nahyuta opts to curl up in a chair, his dad’s law book open on his lap. Time melts away and the next thing he knows Dhurke is walking in through the door, a tired smile on his face.
“Get into any trouble while I was gone?” he asks as Nahyuta closes the book in his lap.
“Does it look like it?”
“That’s the thing, you’re good at hiding it.”
Nahyuta grins up at his father. “Who do you think I learned it from?”
Dhurke laughs, strong and forceful. The humor doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Where’s Apollo? Datz figured he was with you,” Nahyuta asks, peering past his father to check if Apollo was hidden behind his legs. He isn’t, and as Nahyuta looks around a little more, he realizes that Apollo isn’t anywhere.
There’s no sounds of him from the kitchen or the bedroom, no sight of him outside. Not even the imprints his feet would have made in the grass.
“I… Nahyuta, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”
“Dad, where’s Apollo?”
“Please, Nahyuta, just listen.” Dhurke crouches, low and slow, like he was approaching a wild animal. “Apollo is somewhere better now, somewhere safer.”
“What did you do?” Panic seeps into his voice, trembling harshly.
Dhurke places a gentle hand on his son’s shoulder. “I- he’s going back to America. Things are only getting worse, with Ga’ran’s regime getting bolder. We have to protect those that we can… and sometimes that means saying goodbye.”
Nahyuta can’t stop the sound that crawls up out of his throat. It’s an ugly thing, filled with ugly emotions, a cocktail of fear and confusion that makes his knees go weak and his head swim.
“I know this is hard, Yuty, but it won’t be for very long, I promise. Once it’s safe for us, he can come back.”
“You just sent him there all alone? He’s got no one!”
“It’ll be okay, Nahyuta. Just trust me, and trust in your brother.”
“No!” he swats Dhurke’s hand away. “I- you took my brother! Y-you didn’t even let me say goodbye!” Tears start to pour down his face as reality finally sets in. Nahyuta’s knees give out and he collapses to the floor, hands shaking as he sobs into them.
Dhurke reaches out gingerly, but his hand is smacked away as anger starts to swell up in Nahyuta.
“Don’t touch me!” he spits, scrambling to his feet and stumbling away as far as his wobbling legs would take him. “How could you?! How could you do this?!”
“Nahyuta, please listen-”
“No! This is all your fault! It’s your fault we live out here in the middle of nowhere, running for our lives! Your fault my mother is dead! Sending Apollo away doesn't fix any of that!”
All Nahyuta can hear is the thumping of his heart in his ears, can barely see a foot in front of him with the tears clouding his vision.
“I hate you!”
He wants to run, wants to hide. Wants to hide under the covers and sob into his knees until Apollo comes in and leans his head against Nahyuta’s shoulder against him, squeezing his hand in reassurance as their breathing starts to sync.
But that won’t happen, so he just sinks back down onto the floor and wails. Maybe if he’s loud enough, the world will melt away for good.
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