Untitled fanfic
by Gadget 151
URL: http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/85/

Author’s note:
I’ve read Prof Worm’s “The Emperor of Ice Cream” and that spawned this little fanfiction. Sorry if anything looks too familiar.



His parents were dead—burned alive—and no one had even noticed 18 year old Diogenes Pendergast had been crying. The tears fell off and on the entire car ride to Baton Rouge, no one had noticed and no one had tried to comfort him.

...

He sat in the leather chair, slumped forward with his hands hanging between knees. His expression was grim, lost and just empty. It had been two days and he hadn’t spoken a single word, had eaten nothing. He had only showered and slept. (No one knew he’d snuck out the first night to see Charles Duchamp, a friend of his brother’s.) He was waiting for his brother Aloysius to arrive. Aloysius would know what to do; he always knew what to do.

A door banged open and Aloysius came rushing in. He was dressed in all black, like Diogenes, like always, with his hair askew and his eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. He went to their Aunt Cornelia first and she touched him, she comforted him. Diogenes felt his heart clench and shatter as it crashed to his feet. Why is it always Aloysius? Always the golden one? He wondered.

“Brother?” Lord; he could hear the pain in his own whispered voice. His first word in two days and it was a painful whimper.

Aloysius looked up at him, nodded toward a door further down the hall. His brother’s eyes spoke to him; “We’ll talk in a moment.”

Diogenes went to the room, waited with his back on the wall next to the door. His eyes closed tightly against the flame that threaten to burn him alive like it had his parents. He could still hear their screams...

Minutes passed, then—“Brother?”

Diogenes couldn’t hold his emotions—the pain, sorrow and hurt—back any more. Not with that night playing over and over and over in his head. Aloysius will protect you. His mind told him.

He moved quickly, throwing his arms Aloysius strong shoulders. He clutched his brother to him in a tight hug. His ginger hair mingling with Aloysius’ blond-white. Thankful that brother didn’t jerk away when he let the tears fall freely against his neck. He only let out a slow and steady breath.

“What am I going to do, big brother?” Diogenes murmured into his soft skin.

“I don’t know.” Aloysius wasn’t comfortable in the least with his little brother so close and trembling with barely contained sadness. He wanted to offer security, a feeling of safety but could only make himself pass his hand briefly through ginger hair.

“I swear to you, I had nothing to do with this, I swear brother.”

“Let go of me, Diogenes.” He said sternly. Unable to hear that lie, because it had to be a lie.

Diogenes stepped back reluctantly, sliding his hands over Aloysius’ neck and then up to cup his jaw. Aloysius searched his eyes for intent but found nothing; he waited to see what his brother would do.

That’s how it’s going to be then, brother? Diogenes thought. Even you won’t protect me. That’s your job as the elder brother!

“I’m going to commit a single crime. Years from now; one single and terrible crime.” He paused then and suddenly kissed Aloysius’ forehead. “And it’s all your fault, dear brother. You wouldn’t give me what I needed, what I had to get from Charles.” He sighed. “Goodbye, frater.”

And then he was gone and Aloysius found it very hard to move.