The Broken String - Ch1

Please note that there is absolutely no Yaoi, Slash couplings, or anything homosexual-related within this story. I do respect this orientation, yet it is not within the text. This story only shows brotherly, or family, bondings.

     “Miyk...” Johnny gently nudged Miykul, who was beginning to sob in his sleep while clinging to Johnny’s tank top. Tears began to stain the black cloth to a darker shade.
     “Hey...Miyk, wake up.” Johnny poked his side to wake him up, yet failed. Miykul began to cry harder, burying his face into his brother’s shirt, whispering in his sleep...
     “Dad...Why’d you go?” As Miykul whispered this, Johnny soon realized what he was dreaming of and heaved a sigh. Please, not of our dad again... Johnny began to grow worried and gently shook Miykul until he shot his eyes open and gasped, clinging tighter to the tank top, and slightly pinching Johnny’s skin too. Johnny held back his wince as he leaned over and looked at the clock; it was 2 in the morning.
     “...Miyk, what’s up? This is the fourth time this week...” Johnny looked back down at his brother, who was wiping tears away from his red face.
     “I...I’m sorry.” Miykul replied with a choked up voice. “It’s just...It’s almost the anniversary of dad’s death.” Johnny froze up, realizing it was that time of year. However, Miykul continued talking. “...And we were going to play the song he played before he was shot tomorrow...” Johnny sighed again and looked away at the floor. Tears were starting to fill up in his eyes too. Miykul nudged Johnny for his attention, and Johnny glanced at him, tears rolling down his cheeks like Miykul’s were.
     “John, do we have to play tomorrow? I don’t know if I’ll be able to even play realizing what that day is....” Johnny sat up and held out his arms for a hug. Miykul noticed this and gently hugged his twin brother, continuing to sob into his shoulder.
     “No, we don’t have to.” Johnny whispered, hugging his brother back. “We can stay in the hotel room or do whatever we want to. I can call and cancel the performance in the morning.” Miykul sighed and smiled weakly.
     “Thanks, bro...” Miykul closed his eyes. “I knew you’d help...” His voice grew quieter as he drifted off into a deep sleep. Johnny smiled, hearing his light snoring, and then gently set Miykul on his bed. He then lied down next to him and tried to fall back asleep. The thoughts of the death of their beloved father rushed through his mind. The loud bullet shot...The crowd jumping on stage to check on him...The screams of fear and worriment...
     Johnny closed his eyes shut and shook his head. ‘Don’t think about it now,’ he thought to himself, ‘Just get through the day and help your brother out. Don’t worry.’ Johnny opened his eyes halfway to see his brother curled up asleep, his bangs over his eyes like they usually are. He smiled and pulled a blanket over Miykul’s body, then turned over and tried to fall asleep. It didn’t take him more than a minute before he was off to dreamland as well.

     The morning came quicker than you can imagine. Birds were chirping, cars were driving to work, and people were busy. Another day where New York City is a heap load of stress and business. Within the same, cold hotel room the twins were in, Johnny was lying asleep on his bed, snoring a bit loudly in his sleep. Meanwhile, Miykul was busy spraying shaving cream into Johnny’s open hand, holding back chuckles. He soon finished and set the can down, and then he got out a feather and brushed it against Johnny’s forehead.
     “Wake up, John...” Miykul snickered and brushed the feather against his nose. Johnny twitched a bit, sniffling like he was about to sneeze. He soon took in a deep breath to sneeze. But when all seemed like that was going to happen, he fluttered his eyes open and smacked the cream-covered hand onto Miykul’s face.
     “Morning, Miyk.” Johnny grinned evilly as he moved his hand away, staring at the cream-faced twin. Some of it was in his hair too. Miyk sighed and brushed some cream off of his face.
     “Darnit, I just took a shower too!” Miyk flicked some of the cream at Johnny’s face, and then marched off to the bathroom. Before he could even make it, Johnny wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him back. He tightened the grip and then rubbed his fist against his head. I believe this is called a noogie.
     “H-hey!!” Miykul laughed from under Johnny’s grip, trying to squirm free. Johnny did so, but then he grabbed Miykul and tickled him. Miykul laughed and moved around, tears of laughter filling up in his eyes instantly. After a few seconds, Johnny decided to let him go. Miykul leaned against the wall and caught his breath, glaring a bit at Johnny.
     “Alright, alright.” Johnny chuckled and brushed his own bangs away from his face. “Hey, want anything from downstairs while I’m getting something to eat?”
     “No thanks, already ate half an hour ago. I’ll be in the bathroom if ya need me.” Miykul brushed off some laughter tears and walked into the bathroom.
     “Ok, see you later.” Johnny stretched and picked up one of the hotel cards, then walked out of the door. The hallway was well designed, with shades of red and yellow blending with the walls and carpeting. A cart filled with brooms and cleaning tools was only a few doors down. Johnny leaned back over to the door and called out, “Yo, Miyk, we don’t have much time. Get ready so we can head out while the lady cleans our room, alright?...” He waited for a reply, but didn’t hear one. He heaved a sigh and continued walking. ‘Probably listening to music again...’
     However, that wasn’t what Miykul was doing. Right now, he is staring face to face with a demon with bright red skin and piercing yellow eyes. It snorted and blew steam at Miykul’s face with no emotion. Miykul just stood there, quivering with fear, leaning against the wall.
     “Are you the son of Robert?”