The world around felt numb.

His chest felt heavy. The sound of heavy breathing and a familiar face in front of him.

Yaustin and Basque were always the type to get into fights, but this time was different. Things got mean quick when Basque started ignoring Yaustin's signs and kept doing things his own way. The younger man was desperately trying to tell him not to use a certain spell in his house, it didnt feel right. Despite Basque having developed it himself, Yaustin didnt fully trust his self-control enough to let him do this inside his own house, and he was getting distressed. Begging for the other to stop playing around.

"Shut up, Yellow, this isnt even YOUR house. Its Owen's. Plus, i know what im doing, just trust me, dumbfuck."

		
			"STOP"
		
	

		
			"STOP DOING THIS"
		
	

		
			"IM NOT GONNA TAKE THE BLAME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT AGAIN"
		
	

		
			"I ALWAYS DO."
		
	

		
			"STOP."
		
	

Yet the other didnt even open his eyes.

Now? It had exploded. The " harmless" spell that blue had been testing for weeks didnt even work. And worse yet, the energy ball ricocheted off the walls, and broke Yaustin's skate in half. The one he had been gifted by Winnie and Belga on his 18th birthday, for being a "big boy" now.

That was it. That was what it took for him to burst.

The next thing he saw was blood. Blood on his knuckles and basque on the floor underneath him. Bleeding, trying to hold him back, struggling to escape with the bigger man sitting above his stomach.

He didnt realize what he was doing, he didnt mean to. He snapped back with a familiar, firm voice yelling from behind.

"YAUSTIN, WHAT THE FUCK?" Owen yelled, standing by the door with his keys in his hand.

Yaustin came back to his senses, disoriented. He didnt know how bad he had hurt Basque, but the other, who was usually calm or didnt even bother when hurt, was trembling under him with a bloody nose and distress in his eyes, breath rapid and heavy. This was not a good sign.

Owen pulled the youngest from Basque, pushing him back and immediately kneeling down to help his friend.

Yaustin fell back on the floor and stared. He heard a loud gasp from behind to see not only Gaemon, but also his own boyfriend standing by the door, distressed, worried, scared.

Thats when the ringing on his ears started. Everything around sounded muffled, everything felt numb, but the ringing on his ears persisted as if someone had shot a bullet through his brain. It hurt.

The others crowded around the Blue man, getting him help as much as possible, they didnt bother even looking at Yaustin, nobody cared about him anyway, its like hes barely even there.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Oh. Right, it was his fault. It always was. He couldn't do anything right.

Thats when he stood up and ran thru the door. He ran. Ran as much as he could. He almost got ran over by a car, if that even matters, anyway. Until at some point, he bumped into someone and fell back on the hard pavement.

"Sunny? Buddy what are you doing here?" It was Belga. "Oh my god is that blood on your hands??? Are you okay? What happened?" The older man knelt down on the floor and held the other's hands, attempting to get a better view. "Sweet hue... this isnt your blood is it?" He shook his head no, but he was still trembling, he could barely breathe from how much he had ran.

"Listen come on, get up, we're going to my place. Imma take care of you, suns."

Belga carefully cleaned up the slight wounds on Yaustin's hands and knees as he sat on the kitchen counter to make it easier for Belga to help. "Hold tight, this might sting a bit" he said, while putting salt on the small cuts. "I learnt this with Miller, it should work, i think, haha..!"

"There weee... go. All set, you should be fine."

A moment of silence.

		
			"Thank you"
		
	

"Oh dont worry about it suns, you're my brother too." And he was right. Despite not being blood related, they grew up together, Belga always took care of him and his siblings, they are family. "So... mind telling me what happened?"

Thats when he reached his breaking point, tears started flowing from under his goggles and down his cheeks.

"Oh? Oh my god dude its okay. Hey listen. Its okay, im here." Belga said, surprised, but comforting.

The younger man hugged him tight, burying his face on his shoulder and sobbing, which, for Yaustin, the guy who didnt cry when he broke his arms on a skatepark and still wanted to keep skating, wasnt usual, but Belga didnt judge, didnt tell him to man up, he simply hugged back and comforted him as much as he could.

"Actually its okay, you dont have to tell me right now, its fine, youre fine, so we're fine. Okay?" The taller man said, and the other nodded, face still burried in his shoulder, trying to hide how pathetic he felt at the moment. " you might wanna take your goggles off, though. Its gonna hurt your face AND my shoulder."

Next day Yaustin woke up in Belga's room, on the mattress on the floor that he would set up for when him, his siblings and Winnie came over. His goggles were set besides him on the floor and he had atleast 3 blankets on, because of how cold it was that day.

He got up, put his goggles on again and went to the kitchen to look for his brother, whomst he found by the oven, cooking something which the smell felt familiar and humming a tune he had composed himself.

He must've heard Yellow get up, because he turned around to see him

"Oh, good morning suns. You pratically passed out on me yesterday lol, but i set up a bed for ya in my room because it was FREEZING last night, and its the only part of the house with a heater that works, haha. Did you sleep well?"

		
			"Good morning. Yes, thank you"
		
	

"Thats great, here." Belga said, while patting a chair closest to him by the kitchen table "sit down, i made you breakfast"

Yellow sat down on the wooden chair, soon followed by a plate of buttered toast and chocolate milk being placed in front of him

"Its your favourite, eat up bud" and yaustin was honestly surprised he really remembered what his favourite even was.

Belga sat across from him on the table, and stared for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

"You know, im sorry if im pushing too much to know but you have to tell me what happened, Yaustin." The other got a little caught off guard by the unusual mention of his actual name, since belga barely even called him that anymore. "Im worried about you. I cant help you if i dont know what happened, and dont hit me with the usual 'its nothing', nobody shows up bloody-knuckled and shaky out of nowhere."

"Hold on— here" He slid a small notebook across the table and threw an old pencil on top of it "you can either sign or write it down, but its gonna be hard for you to sign while youre eating." Very considerate. Most people didnt even bother noticing the stuggles he has when he cant talk, but Belga seemed to understand more than anyone, even Owen.

Yaustin grabbed the pencil and started to write down with his messy handwriting, then passed the notebook back across the table for Black to read

"Oh this.... the board we gave you? Dude im... oh this is tough. Dont worry, im gonna try to fix it for you as best as i can, i promise, and if i cant im gonna buy you a new one with winnie, aight?"

He nodded

"Listen... im not mad at you... i just wanna know why would you run away like that, dude i saw how desperate you were, you couldve gotten even more hurt?" He asked, passing the notebook across again.

Yaustin stopped eating for a second to sign

		
			"They dont care"
		
	

"... why would you say that? You know thats not tr—" The man was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door "Ah. Ill take that, gimme a min, suns" he said, getting up to check who could it possibly be this early in the morning

"Who is it?" He asked peeking thru a gap of the door

"Belga. Its me."

"...Basque?"

"Im not here for you this time, i dont care, is Yaustin here?"

Belga looked back inside at his brother, peacefully eating, he looked so calm.

"Uhm. Why would you out of all people be looking for him?"

"Its. Its a long story. You dont have anything to do with it. I just want to know if hes here. Me, Rex and Gae cant find him anywhere... we've even looked in the break club. You know how much i hate it there."

"...he's... he's not here, sorry."

"...Shit..." the shorter man put a hand to his face, he was all patched up and had multiple bandages on him, he looked pretty beaten up, now it made sense why Owen would snap at Yellow like he wrote.

"...you seem too worried. You hate Yaustin, why would you care where he is?"

"What? No i dont hate Yellow, who told you that??"

"....well ive never seen you guys have a decent conversation..."

"Well yes because he's difficult and pisses me off, not because i hate him? Why would i ever even look at him if i did?"

"Ah... i guess that makes sense...??"

"... i fucked up."

"...huh?"

" I was trying to perform a spell at Owen's yesterday and i. I wasnt ready to contain it, and Yellow was worried i was gonna break something. But i brushed it off, i tought i could do it. i couldnt."

"...and?"

"And i broke his skate. The one you gave him. The "big boy" one."

"...." Black had to act surprised, as if he hadnt read the story minutes before.

"He. He beat me up. He snapped. He was out of himself. It wasnt his fault. It was mine. I shouldnt have. But then... Owen came in and then Rex and Gae. And. They just ignored Yaustin, but i saw him, i saw his face, he was distressed i was- i was worried because he looked like a lost child. He looked so scared. I tried running after him to apologize but the others wouldnt let me because i was bleeding too much."

"....ah... i... didnt think it would go that bad."

"It did."

"Im... ill- ill let you know if i see him."

"Okay. Thank you. Bye."

Belga didnt want to lie, but seeing his brother like that was too much even for him, he needed some time, and Belga wanted him to calm down and be okay on his own before he could Beat the shit out of Owen for snapping like that at their own brother. Though he knew how scared owen was of violence, so maybe he's judging too soon. Its okay though, for now, his brother is okay, and thats what matters.

It'll be fine. He's fine, so we're fine.