#( also he’s too hardhead and will keep looking someone fuckin drag him to bed )

[sorrowfulsidekick]

Christmas morning came and went, at the foot of a lovingly dressed tree amongst unopened gifts Kitsunami sits patiently, knees to his chest.

Blearly fuchsia stares at the door expectantly as if Chronos would come waltzing in at any moment. He’d apologize for the delay and everything could go back to normal.

Of course this never happens and normally abundant patience begins to grow thin.

“ He wouldn’t. . . ”

The darkest edges of that disordered mind whispered convincing tales of abandonment, as though this whole effort for a perfect holiday was to direct his attention elsewhere while the eldest booked it far away.

His more logical and selfless center feared something had happened, that harm found its way to the eldest who would be lost with no help. The very thought forces bent legs to stand tall and soon the air is full of rummaging cloth as winter garb is hurriedly thrown on.

Triple checking no one else was around the door is shut with care, extra effort taken in its silence, thankful that his form was small enough to slip through without causing a commotion.

With deep breath heels turn and determined feet begin their trek into the vast white.

“ Chronos!! “

Kit searches high, hydro-tails maneuvering him atop trees and viewpoints that would normally be out of reach. Kit searches low, around familiar spots and crevices that might not be as obvious. His paranoia had grown to such a state that even cracks no one could feasibly fit in were scrutinized. Yet despite all his efforts he was just as clueless as when he began. Chronos could be a city over and he’d have no idea, and Chaos Sonic was just as out of the loop when asked that morning. There was temptation to ask Robotnik but something was wrong in the air, he just knew.

There was no one to turn to, not with his big bro gone.

I shouldn’t have left his side.

“ Chronos you— “

For a moment between his cries and begging a childish temper overcomes the boy, seeping into shouts. “ You can’t just disappear! Today of all days?! “

Only the wind replies.

Hours wane, winter lays the sun down early and what would have been a lovely day for a snowball fight shifts into a brutal and frigid night. With warmth and light gone the boy’s search was at a standstill, eyes squinting into the dark of a nearby woods with nothing but moonlight.

“ Chro— “ he starts again, interrupted by a crack in his voice. Taking a deep breath he continues only to be interrupted by sharp coughs lunging from a dry throat. Second attempt yields the same results, lips mouth a name and a only hoarse whisper comes out.

Outsized eyes peer through the black, mitten rise to rest against a sore throat.

“ . . .M-my voice- ” -was gone.

Vision poor, voice busted, the kid sits defeated at the base of a tree. Hyperventilating and awash with déjàvu trembling knees are hugged close to a thundering chest. Head pounding and eyes as dry as his hydro-pack he rests knowing the day is a failure. There would be no choice in returning home.

A rumbling tummy cuts the silence. That’s right, now would be dinner time and that coddled stomach had already grown use to routine. Curling up Kit wonders if somewhere out there his brother’s stomach growled in tandem, if he too had grown as use to their life together as he had.

Chronos come home. . . I’m hungry and I’m tired.