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As you were leaving, you said to me

“You always want far too much

if even for a moment, I look away from you”

it’s like my mind ignites into flames.”

I hold back the tears about to flow

Struggling to suppress the words I longed to share

With just a single “Yes, I’m sorry”

I closed the chapter on the days we spent together

Peeking down at the food stand, Tomas makes a soft sound in thought. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.

He’d already spent his entire allowance on treats. The only thing that he’d gotten that would last for years was probably the hair pin he’d gotten for mother.

But oh, by the Gods.

Is the treat on the stand, calling his name so badly!

His nose nearly touches the food before he pulls back with a groan. Pouting, he shakes his head before turning around—

“Oof—”

He stumbles back for a second before he balances himself. Kuai Liang chuckles at Bihan’s side before he peers behind the youngling. He makes a face before he makes his way up to the stand.

The old man that owns it smiles at them before starting conversation.

Bihan only looks at Tomas with a raised eyebrow before he rolls his eyes, “I look away and you’ve spent everything Father has given you for the week.” The younger stays silent but then pouts, "Gē…”

“You’re 16, Tomas, not 6,” the elder sighs but nonetheless—

He moves away and stands in front of the stand. Looking down, he rolls his eyes again, then looks at the old man, “Five servings, please.”

Kuai Liang moves back, grabbing onto Tomas’ arm, “Gē can’t say no to you anyways, and I think others will like the treats.”

It takes a few minutes before freshly made jelly is given to them in containers. Then the journey back home begins.

Sektor nearly loses her mind and nearly scolds Tomas for holding everything back to go back home. But the glare Bihan gives her is more than enough to shut her up. And Cyrax only chuckles at Kuai Liang’s side as Tomas gushes over how delicious the treats are. He couldn’t help but eat one as they walk back up the mountain to the palace.

Other Lin Kuei only give glances here and there as the youngest of the Grandmaster’s son gushes like a little child instead of the young adult he is. Though again, Bihan’s glares are more than enough to shut them up.

“Xiǎodì,” Bihan stops his brothers, “Masks on, if mother and father find out I let the two of you walk around without hiding your faces, I’ll be skinned alive.” He waits for them to settle the masks on.

Tomas side glances before he turns back to his brother, “It’s not like you didn’t try to stop us,” he blinks. And Bihan nearly smacks him, but he holds back, “That doesn’t help my case, does it?”

Kuai Liang shrugs, “It’s not like anyone in the village knows who we are anyway.” He reaches up, fixing Bihan’s mask, “You should have taken yours off too, you should breathe in the fresh air.”

The eldest clicks his tongue but lets him walk around and retightens the mask from behind. And he swears he’s going to have a headache by the time the get back to the palace.

He lets his brothers get away with too much.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do when it comes bite him back when he’s made Grandmaster—which hopefully won’t be for ages to come.

They’re greeted by their parents’ personal guards. There are visitors from Outworld so they cannot be there. Sektor and Cyrax command the others while the three follow the senior guards.

Their lead attendants take their capes away.

They walk into the Grandmaster’s Grand Palace in silence. The door guards announce them before other servants move to slide the doors open.

Bihan walks ahead of Kuai Liang and Tomas, head help up high.

As the come in front of their parents, Bihan bows first before the other two do the same.

“Grandmaster, Grand-Madam, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, and Smoke have returned from a journey in the main village.”

“Qǐlái ba.”

They walk to their assigned seats to the left and right of their parents in silence. The meeting continues. Bihan has to pay close attention to it. While Kuai Liang pays attention, his mind wonders here and there. And Tomas still fears strangers to pay full attention in the first place.

But—

“We ask that you allow for your warriors to travel to Outworld. Perhaps they can give dutiful training to our upcoming group of warriors we plan to make into the Princess’ guards.”

It peaks everyone’s interest.

Especially the elders in attendance. Because it would mean one thing—one of the three sons would be given the task.

An elder stands up, tilting his head, “Grandmaster, perhaps this could be a learning opportunity, not only for the Outworlders, but also for the second and third heir.” He looks over at the three, “Sub-Zero is already undergoing training to become Grandmaster.” He turns back, “This mission could be great for Scorpion,” then he smiles, “But also Smoke, as he has recently been admitted into the Legion of Warriors of the clan.”

Mutters echo.

The Grandmaster clenches his jaw behind his mask, eyes darkening at the words. And next to him, the Grand-Madam grips onto her robes, scowling under her mask as well.

Years and years later, the elders still hold a grudge against the child.

Sure—he’d mastered his powers at a very young age compared to the rest of the clan warriors. Still, he wasn’t Bihan or Kuai Liang, but he was impressive. But—the grudge from an outsider being accepted still never escaped.

Bihan nearly loses his mind. For years, he’d train with his brothers at his side.

He can’t fathom either one of them not being there!

Just because the stupid elders dislike him still—Bihan hates them. Truthfully.

The Outworld Emperor turns to the three, as if analyzing them. Though no one says a word again as the Grandmaster and Grand-Madam of the clan turn to each other.

“We shall have a recess for the day,” the Grandmaster stands, “Please, our attendants will lead you to the dinner hall, please enjoy the meals prepared.” He bows his head quickly before helping his wife stand.

Though she only gives a glance at her audience and walks off.

The three brothers stand, bowing at the audience as well before following behind their father who is now walking off.

Their father walks into his courtyard. While they watch their mother stomp off to her courtyard as well.

Bihan takes a deep breath, “I should discuss this with father,” he looks at the two, “Go and talk to mother, she’s probably furious at the suggestion of separating us.”

Tomas hums, watching as his older brother walks away.

Crossing his arms, the younger shakes his head, “I can’t even hold against Bihan, much less you,” he turns to Kuai Liang, “how can I hold against Outworld warriors.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to think about it as Sektor and Cyrax approach them. Hands holding food trays.

“Did you bring the jellies?” Tomas looks at them, excitedly.

“Yes, young master.”

Kuai Liang hums, “You think a jelly will make her feel better?”

Tomas shrugs, “We can try.”

They take the food trays, walking into their mother’s palace court. They’re announced before they’re allowed to step inside.

It’s clear that she’s mad, she’s already writing something furiously with her brush onto the papers in front of her.

“Mother,” they both say softly before bowing.

“Oh, my children,” she sighs, leaning back.

Kuai Liang smiles, “Perhaps it’s best not to think about official matters,” he moves forward, waiting for a servant to guide her to the mats.

Looking at Tomas, she reaches forward, running her fingers through his hair, “What has you so giddy, child?”

“Look!” He reaches down, opening the serving tray. Kuai Liang only rolls his eyes playfully.

“What is it?”

Tomas gives the name briefly before grabbing the snack and shoving it in her face, “Try it! You will be pleased, mother.”

The woman sighs, taking the offered snack.

The sounds are so weird that even their father rushes toward the place. He and Bihan hold a sword out.

They both breathe a sigh of relief when they notice that the Grand-Madam is just gushing over the newly discovered snack their sons have brought.

“Bi Ying.”

She looks up at her husband, “Oh, Kuai Zhen,” she gushes about the sweets. Forces him to sit and eat the sweet.

While he likes it, he looks at his sons, “Is there something special about it that it made your mother, shout like a madwoman?”

The two eldest shrugs.

While Tomas gobbles alongside their mother.

They eat it alongside the other snacks as a family in the end.

And in the end—

There’s too much pressure from the clan members anyway.

Bihan overhears them. He couldn’t sleep so he’d gotten up to do light meditation,

But he hears the pressure his father suffers from the elders. Whispers of how this will prove that Tomas is capable of being in the clan.

He nearly rushes in, wanting to hurt them.

But alas, he cannot.

Instead, he walks back to his chambers with gray clouds beginning to grow on his shoulders. He stops in front of Tomas’ chambers, peering in and breathing in relief as the youngest is still sleeping safely.

He checks on Kuai Liang, who is snoring away.

And as he sits on the edge of his bed, he bites his lip. Then his thumbnail. Because he has to think positive.

Tomas has endured way too much from a young age. Compared to a regular villager, he’s shed too much blood from the day he was found, hidden and shivering in that old cave.

He’d beaten Sektor, he’d beaten Cyrax.

Hell, he’d even surprised everyone when he’d beaten Bihan and Kuai Liang. They hadn’t been even going on easy on him. Once they’re in gear and on the grounds, they’re no longer brothers.

They’re Lin Kuei warriors.

Closing his eyes, Bihan rubs his face.

If he’s going to have a hard time letting go of his littlest brother, he can’t even image how Kuai Liang is going to be. He may be named after their father—but he’s as emotional as their mother.

He knows he won’t be able to sleep.

So, he forces himself into stasis.

By the time morning comes and his attendants are dressing him, he’s unable to stop thinking about it anyway. The hairpin symbolizing his position is placed into his bun before he makes his way to check on his brothers.

Kuai Liang is tightening his belt, then bows at him before he sighs, “I couldn’t sleep very well for some reason.”

Bihan snorts but doesn’t say anything.

The two make their way to the final chamber.

Tomas is standing with his arms up, letting the male attendants tie his sashes. He looks at them and smiles, “Good morning!”

Kuai Liang makes his way over, dismissing the attendants. Bihan only exhales underneath his mask.

Making his way over to the tray holding hair materials, he reaches down and grabs the hairbrush. He stands behind Tomas, reaching up to the white locks. He’s careful because he knows his brother has a sensitive scalp.

He braids it before arranging it into a bun and placing the designated hairpin into it as well.

“Do you think we still have jellies from yesterday?”

“You ask for sweets too much, you know that?” Bihan flicks Tomas’ temple.

“Ow!”

Breakfast is silent because everyone can feel heavy tension.

And by the time they make their way to the Grand Hall again—Bihan can see the smirks from the clan members across from them. He wishes he could freeze them alive and make them suffer for the pressure they put on his family.

But that’s their duty.

And he cannot change it.

Outworld’s Emperor enters, greets, then sits.

Other matter are discussed that do with the current relationship between clan and empire. Bihan swears he can see the stupid clan members begin to shake with excitement.

“Have you decided if you will send a warrior from your clan to participate in the aligned training?”

The Grandmaster swallows underneath his mask, glancing at the clan members before looking back at the Emperor.

“Yes.”

Bihan can tell that his mother wishes to burn the palace down, but she has to allow for her clan to follow its duties.

“The Grandmaster and Grand-Madam have decided to send Smoke, of the Clan Family to learn the ways of Outworld and to show the ways of the Lin Kuei, for the next five years.”

Bihan clenches his robe in anger. Looking at the ground. He can hear Kuai Liang let out a soft gasp. And he can feel Tomas shift in his seat.

Mutters echo.

“Grandmaster, you can’t send the youngest heir! He has no experience, his shadowing to become Grandmaster has barely begun! Sub-Zero is the best candidate for this mission!” A different clan member stands, pleading.

But his ruling family doesn’t have the strongest power.

So, while Outworld’s Emperor is guided back home.

Bihan looks through all of the cases prepared for Tomas’ journey. He ensures that there is more than enough hidden gold in case there is an emergency.

Kuai Liang still has his arms crossed, muttering angrily, “This makes no sense, he’s still a child!”

“You’re still a child.”

A glare is given his way, “I’m 18!”

Bihan sighs, rolling his eyes, “16, 18, 20,” he hides the gold underneath Tomas’ hairpin box, “We’re to follow our duty, Kuai Liang.”

The younger kicks a rock away in anger before turning to his brother, “The clan members are at odds,” he groans, pulling at his hair, “If Grandfather were still here, he would have frozen them to death for such a preposterous suggestion.”

The elder gives a side glance before closing the box holding his brother’s uniforms, “Mind your lips, brother, if one of them heard you, you’d be taken to the Grandmaster for disrespect.”

“Hmph.”

As Bihan finishes inspection, Tomas walks in uniform.

“Five years, huh?”

Bihan and Kuai Liang turn to him.

“It will go faster than we will feel.”

Tomas hums, looking at the ground.

“Is it okay, if you two accompany up until the village gates?”

“We have been given permission, yes.”

It’s somber.

Because this will be the first time in years, that it will now only be Bihan and Kuai Liang.

“Can we stop by for jellies?”

Bihan nearly loses his mind, “You—”

But he gives in anyway. Because who knows how it’ll be for someone to ask for them again.

Sweet, oh sweet, the sweet

chestnut red bean jelly

The one delight I’ve always longed to savor.

That sweet, sweet chestnut red bean jelly

The return isn’t the best.

The three of them have grown.

That’s for sure.

Bihan once used to look down to talk to Tomas—now— they’re both eye-to-eye. He was surprised for a second before he grew angry.

Even Kuai Liang had let out a gasp and reached over as Tomas had begun to bow to them.

The long hair that the other had grown to treasure—because he wanted to be just like his brothers—has been chopped off.

Tomas stands straight, looking between the two before reaching up to his hair. He chuckles nervously, “Oh,” he swallows, running his fingers through his hair, “it was an accident.”

“An accident?”

Kuai Liang reaches up, still struggling to accept the fact that the long locks are gone. He huffs, “How can this be an accident?”

And Bihan only analyzes, looking at the cut.

“It’s all jagged,” he scoffs underneath his mask, “how can this be a mere accident?” He can see the unevenness on the ends of the hair.

Tomas sighs, rubbing his neck, “It doesn’t matter,” he holds a closed fist to an open palm, “All that matters is that I have returned, brothers.” He changes the topic, asking to see their parents.

“Father is not going to like this,” Kuai Liang says as they begin to walk up the mountain. He keeps his eyes on Tomas’ hair.

“It is custom, I’m sure mother is going to go crazy over it as well.”

Bihan stays silent as he tries to figure out a way to get the truth out of Tomas. One way or another, they need to figure out why the long hair was cut. It was written in the official mission scroll, any punishment besides death and touching anything on a body could be given.

Even hard labor but injuring any part of a warrior on foreign lands on a mission—was forbidden. Much that of an heir of the Lin Kuei.

Worse is that long hair in the clan is sacred. The belief that it serves as a way to remember the journeys that they have gone through in their entire life.

To cut it off—means a new beginning, symbolizing leaving all of those experiences in the past.

Tomas would never do such a thing—he’d become accustomed to the Lin Kuei and Clan’s ways.

Even the others are surprised. Their eyes widen before they bow and welcome the youngest heir back. Sektor and Cyrax bow at him the longest, peering back up and greeting him as senior guards.

The surrounding members are dismissed before they guide the three to the main Grand Palace Hall. Servants mutter and peer before they scatter as Bihan and Kuai Liang glare at them to mind their place.

Tomas takes a deep breath before he enters the hall as they’re announced.

Clan members stop talking amongst themselves as they walk into the hall. It takes a few seconds of peering at Tomas before more mutters begin to echo across the hall.

“Grandmaster, Grand-Madam,” Tomas says as he kneels and bows, “Smoke of the Lin Kuei has returned.”

Bihan and Kuai Liang stand behind him, giving support.

Their parents stare at him before they tell him to rise.

“It has been a long journey; you must be tired.” The Grandmaster says before looking at the audience, “With this chattering, you will only get a headache.”

But before he can be dismissed, there’s chaos that rises.

“Grandmaster! You cannot ignore the preposterous being in the room!” Someone shouts, pointing at Tomas, “Have you not seen the movement of treason?!”

Their father sighs, “How can it be treason if it looks like he was harmed against his will,” he stands up, glaring at the audience, “Are you suggesting the Grandmaster’s family would commit treason to the clan?”

In the end—

They reunite in their mother’s private palace.

It’s like he’s a child again as he hugs her. Although—it’s a bit weirder because this time he has to lean down in order for her to grab his face and look at him in the eyes.

“Oh, how you’ve grown!”

She presses kisses all over his face before taking her into his arms once more. Bihan and Kuai Liang only chuckle as Tomas struggles in her hold. But they sit as servants enter with snacks and drinks.

Once they’re settled, even their father joins, now dressed in common robes.

“Your mother has prepared something special, she says,” his father looks at him as he takes a sip of his wine, “She sent a whole group just for it.”

Tomas blinks, tilting his head before he follows the hand to the plate on the low table.

Both his mother and he look at each other before they make sounds of excitement. Gushing about the plates, now presented to them.

Bihan only rolls his eyes.

That cursed snack from years ago still makes a mess of his mother—and it seems, his brother. He watches as their mother grabs a piece, bringing it up to Tomas’ mouth as if he were a child.

Their father only chuckles softly before reaching down for more wine.

Kuai Liang hums, reaching over and grabbing a piece as well. He breaks into two before handing Bihan the other half.

“Do you think there is some magic behind it?”

The elder rolls his eyes, taking a bite, “It is a sweet, I do not see why they are so mesmerized by it.”

They eat so much that by the end of the sunset, Bihan is holding a nauseated Tomas up in his private chambers.

And he swears he can hear his father scream for an attendant to bring a physician for their mother.

“Ugh,” Tomas groans, hiccupping as he leans against Bihan. The door to the chambers open, and Kuai Liang enters with a tray.

“Some herbs have been sent,” he walks over, setting the tray on the edge of the bed, “Apparently, mother and brother went overboard with the sweets.” He grabs a bag and stuffs some of the herbs inside.

Tomas hiccups again, “It’s been so long since I’ve had them,” he inches away as the strong smell of the herbs hits him, “Just give me water, and I’ll be fine!”

Bihan holds him up as he nearly falls back on the bed, “It should have been enough to have five, but an entire serving for three days is beyond me.” The younger tries to swat his hand away but still, his older brother is stronger, so he’s forced to sit up.

And Kuai Liang holds the bag of herbs in front of his face, “Just take the scent in slowly, otherwise, you may fall ill, all over some sweets.”

It takes a bit of more struggling before Bihan is able to hold Tomas in his arms. With the younger finally snoozing.

Kuai Liang huffs, “You know, he is still the same as when we were younger.”

“He’s worse.”

The other chuckles, “How so?”

“Did you not see how he and mother gobbled the jelly?” Bihan sighs, shaking his head, “I do not see the appeal of it.” He stands up carefully, moving around the bed, “Pull the sheets.”

He settles his brother in before stretching, “I’m going to bed, if he continues being sick, it’s all on him.”

Kuai Liang follows at his side, “You’ve never had a sweet tooth, anyway, brother,” he elbows the other, “Perhaps we should try to find what drives you crazy as well.”

Bihan huffs, stopping at his chambers, “You and he do that enough.”

As he slides into his quarters, he can hear his brother laugh in the halls. Shaking his head, he slides off his covering robe.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leans over to the night table and blows out the candle.

“All over sweets,” he grumbles before sliding under his bed sheets.

It takes longer than usual because the lingering worry for Tomas and his mother are still there.

But he falls asleep, to the smell of the stupid red bean jelly being made in the distance.

The rare days off.

The days of rest.

They should be doing more, something relaxing.

Meditating—

Something!

But no!

Bihan doesn’t even know how to feel as Tomas had basically dragged them down the mountain. Through the village and through the people down to the same old food stand.

He’s sat on a bench, waiting for his brothers, and watching as they excitedly give their orders to the same old man. Now older, with more gray hairs, but still happily greeting them after years of knowing them.

Crossing his arms, Bihan watches as the old man sneaks a freshly made piece of corn cake. He rolls his eyes before reaching down to grab the cup of fresh papaya juice he’d been given, “on the house” he’d been told.

“You could pretend to be normal citizens,” he gives a side glance at Sektor who glares at those who pass by them.

“We should not be here, young master.”

Bihan rolls his eyes, “The more you act suspicious, the worse it is for us.” He sets down his cup, “Perhaps you should go back to the palace if you cannot support a normal excursion.”

Sektor clenches her jaw before she leans back in defeat.

His brothers join them at the table, softly talking amongst themselves. They sit, pushing the plate of corn cake toward him, “Try it, brother! It is delicious!”

The eldest indulges in it because he knows that sooner or later, these free moments are no longer going to be possible.

Food is brought over by some of the workers at the stand, with soft “enjoy” given before they’re left to themselves.

Bihan indulges for once, eating everything that his brothers have ordered. It’s been ages since he’s been able to spend time with them. What with the recent change in his routines as he becomes the formal heir to the Grandmaster’s position, he’s off doing more in-depth training and shadowing. Even Kuai Liang had begun formal shadowing under the senior scribes.

He watches with careful eyes as Kuai digs into a plate of fried beef, before he reaches for a piece of lettuce on the side. Tomas keeps his share of tofu with a smile before offering the yellow clad brother some.

Finishing his share of food, Bihan reaches for his cup of juice again. He sips in silence, just enjoying the atmosphere.

A rather difference to the strictness of his study hall.

It makes him feel better as he notices that at least Cyrax is able to pretend to not be worried about their safety as she takes the offered spicy tofu from Tomas. Although, he still gives Sektor side glances here and there.

Setting his cup down, he reaches over for a piece of tofu.

“Do you like it brother? The owner says they picked the best from their harvest.”

He eats it, nodding his head in silence before grabbing another piece. He has to give it to the villagers; they know how to prepare exquisite food. He dares say that the clan cooks do not satisfy his tastes sometimes.

But he knows that it’s probably due to the fact that no outsider can enter the clan. Tomas being an exception in years.

He wonders if he could be able to convince his father to allow the old man to serve the family privately. He cannot stand to eat more salty foods prepared for much longer. He always has to add water to his soups at times.

Wiping his mouth, he exhales as he takes another sip of juice. He gives a quick glance up at Sektor who is still sitting stiffly. It irks him when she looks at Kuai Liang and Tomas as they eat.

“Sektor, head back to the palace,” he says as he moves his empty plates to the side and grabs the offered plate of baozi. The more he looks at her and the rest of the senior guards for them, the more of a headache he gets.

He wants to have a day of normalcy.

Without anyone putting up the act of a warrior.

He just wants a day of being a normal man. Out and about with his brothers, enjoying the food of the village that he protects and the one that gives back to him for his duty.

She tries to protest but he waves a hand in dismissal. Not even making a sound, he looks at her with disdain. Even Cyrax tries to plead but he raises an eyebrow at her before she sits back in her seat.

Kuai Liang sets his chopsticks down, “Are you not being too harsh on her, brother?” He looks at Bihan, “She means only good.”

“To follow commands of her master is her job,” the elder says as he accepts the plate of cake from Tomas, “We are here to as regular citizens, not of the Lin Kuei.” He grabs a desert stick, “She will bring suspicion if she keeps glaring at everyone that passes by.”

Tomas stays silent, chewing on his food.

The meal continues, even as the nighttime festivities begin. It gets lively.

Everything is paid for by the end of the night.

And as always—he’d grown accustomed to it.

Tomas yells behind him, running toward him with a bag in his hand. With a loud laugh, he stops in front of the elder, “Gē, would you like some?”

Staring down at the jelly, Bihan sighs, “Will you ever get over this obsession of yours?”

“It’s good, is it not?”

Taking the offered piece, Bihan then reaches up, ruffling the white locks, “Ever the child.” Tomas only smiles, showcasing the last of his teenage features leaving him. Bihan wonders if those five years spent in Outworld change anything.

He wishes that it hasn’t.

“Brother?”

“Hm,” Bihan blinks, looking down at his sweet before bringing it up and taking a bite. Kuai Liang catches up to them. Though in his hands, are three sticks of tanghulu instead of the bean jellies.

Bihan swallows the food in his mouth before he exhales with shoulders dropping, “I swear I’m going to get the cavities I never had in childhood.”

His brothers laugh before they begin their journey back to the palace.

“Oh,” there’s a soft whisper from Tomas as they come to the palace gate.

“I have another one! Would you like some again?”

As you were leaving, you said to me

“You always want far too much”

No what I’ve always wanted was one thing

Just one thing, sweet chestnut red bean jelly

With their mother’s passing—all three of them have a bit of a personality change.

Losing a parent is a tough thing to go through. And it isn’t like one is ever truly prepared for it in the first place.

Their training gets tougher because they’re now older. They’ve reached maturity as Tomas finally turned 22. Now that they had gone through tests and all, they moved from the Legion of Warriors to the Grandmaster’s Elite Kombatants.

They are sent on their own missions, separate from each other to prove their worth.

Their mother had been able to convince their father to push it off for as long as possible. Saying that they still had to train for many years to come.

But now that she had left the mortal world—

Things had changed due to the elder clan members pushing forward.

Leaning back, Bihan holds his hands together to pray over her portrait. Incense burns slowly before he opens his eyes to look up at her. He wishes she could still be with him and his brothers.

In moments of where his father, and even he and his brothers went brute, she had been the peace and serenity to it.

A soft tread makes him look up before he feels a figure next to him.

Tomas drops down, looking somber before he shifts to a more comfortable position. He looks worse for wear.

“Is something the matter?”

Bihan only gives a him a glance before leaning forward and grabbing another stick of incense. His younger brother only takes in a deep breath, “I’ve just return from Outworld, and yet, Father is being forced to send me to Orderrealm to speak with Hotaru.”

Bihan cannot say anything.

What could he possibly say, anyway? Even if they are the ruling family, the elders are always at opposition. No matter what, they force their father to make tough decisions to make sure the clan upholds its reputation.

Giving the now lit stick, he hands it over to Tomas, “Here, just pray to mother, grandfather, and grandmother that Hotaru is easy to work this time around.”

Tomas groans, taking stick as he lets his prayer beads slide down his arm. All he can do is close his eyes and softly begin his prayer.

Both of them finish their prayer. Bid goodbye to the monks in the prayer hall before exiting.

Kuai Liang is returning from a short research mission when they step into the family hall. He also looks tired. But he bows at them before asking how the day has been at the palace.

“I am due to leave for Orderrealm soon,” Tomas says, taking Kuai Liangs belts and sash, “Hotaru is acting off again.”

Kuai Liang stops in his steps, looking between the two, “Orderrealm? Is that considered a mission of multiple? Not just one?” He scoffs, “The elders have too much power sometimes.”

Bihan only sighs, “Mind your lips.”

They enter the hall. Make their way to their own chambers to refresh and get ready for supper.

Truth be told. Kuai Liang is correct.

The elders have too much power. From both sides. One side wants to keep the clan’s reputation pristine. Which means missions have only gotten more dangerous and longer. And the other side wants to boast the clan’s reputation by having the three heirs stay alongside their father. Only to show their skills and intelligence via word and council.

Bihan hates either or.

And he knows his brothers would rather go out and about and see the world on their own if they could.

But they cannot.

Bihan calls for a physician to check on Kuai Liang before telling the two to change for supper.

When he enters his chambers, he takes a deep breath. His eyes go to the low table in front of his bed. A scroll is placed on top, already with his father’s seal.

Another mission has been decided for him.

He opts to ignore it and look at it later. All he wants to do now is to eat. He’s been up for hours trying to manage the tasks his father has given him to do at the palace. Going through old scrolls and clan books. Having to talk with elders who want him to break from his father’s hand and “change the clan for the better”, it’s all too much.

He only wipes the sweat and dirt off his face with a wet cloth. He’ll bathe later; he really just wants to eat.

His attendant tells him his attention is required at the front of the Family Hall. His father is busy to see what the matter is.

With a heavy breath, Bihan takes his silk mask and sets it over his face, “Is it so urgent that it cannot wait?”

The older man bows his head, “I’m afraid not, it involves the matter of an outsider being inside the palace.”

Raising an eyebrow, Bihan grunts before beginning to walk down the halls of the palace. He wants to question more, but he also knows that his attendant might know anything.

When he gets to the front of the hall, he waits for the doors to slide open.

Except—

He takes a deep breath before he turns his head to the side.

Grey hairs slide back, trying to hide behind a large plant and wall.

Bihan can already feel the headache begin to grow.

“Xiǎo dì…”

He can hear soft mutters before Tomas reveals himself.

He walks around, bowing respectfully at Bihan before he turns to face the front of the hall. Bihan gives him credit for trying to act.

“What’s going on? Aren’t we supposed to be going to eat?”

Bihan hums, making a face at him, “I don’t know, Xiǎo dì, you tell me. I’m being called to see why an outsider is within palace grounds.”

Tomas looks away, but Bihan can see how he toys with the end of his robe belt. Shaking his head, Bihan exhales, “Let us see what’s going on then.”

Tomas walks next to him. In silence, which is weird, because the youngest of three always has some type of story to tell them.

Their attendants gather and walk behind them.

When they get to the destination, Sektor and Cyrax greet them.

Then—

Bihan can only close his eyes and let out another deep exhale.

“Tomas…”

He opens his eyes, turning to his brother, “Why on earth is he here?”

Bihan can feel his eye twitch when the younger begins to say that the old man from the stall is here to make fresh bean jellies to offer to their mother.

She loved them!

She would want them!

Would you dare deprive mother of them, Bihan?

That would be unfilial!

Holding a hand up, Bihan sighs, “Childish.”

But he tells Sektor and Cyrax to let the man through with his little cart of things. Tells them to show him to the kitchens and then take him to the grounds’ guest chambers near the gardens.

When they’re alone, Bihan pivots toward Tomas.

The younger smiles, looking at him.

“Huāngmiù.”

He begins to walk away.

Tomas only gasps, beginning to rush after him.

“Don’t act like you don’t like them either!” He’s still slow, tripping on his own feet, falling to the ground, “Bihan!” Bihan can hear the attendants mutter in urgency.

He only continues walking back to the Family hall.

He will not deny or confirm the accusation, anyway.

Three missions.

Three realms.

Three paths they’ll be separated.

The only difference is that Bihan is joined by his father.  Their mission had been kept under hush for days. Even when Kuai Liang and Tomas tried to ask about it.

Tomas is being sent to Orderrealm. Hotaru being annoying and all that. And Kuai Liang is being sent to Outworld to get the Tarkatans supplies.

Bihan’s mission is still a secret.

And Tomas finds it aggravating. Even Bihan won’t relent like he usually does. All he can do is poke at his meal. When he looks up, he makes eye contact with Kuai Liang. And both of them can read each other’s mind.

As well as Bihan. He only swallows his food before speaking.

“Bié wèn.”

Tomas groans, setting down his spoon, “Dàgē…” He pouts as though he’s still sixteen when his brother looks up at him, “This is unfair! We should know something! What if something goes wrong? What if you need help? Are we supposed to guess?!”

Kuai Liang only shrugs when Bihan looks at him for help, “He’s right, actually.”

Tomas sighs, crossing his arms, “Honestly, there’s no reason for father to be so secretive.” Then, he begins poking at the vegetables in his soup again, “If feels as though he’s doing it because of the elders again.”

Bihan sighs, “Because he is.” He grabs the cup of tea to his right, “But I am not going to discuss these matters either. My mission is fine and will be fine. What I’m worried about is the fact that you’re going to Orderrealm. Hotaru can be relentless.”

Tomas hums, taking a sip of his soup, “It’s not like he’s as powerful as when we first met him. Lord Raiden’s threat have made their way.”

“You think, Xiǎo dì?” Kuai Liang says, pushing his empty plates to the side, “Even so, last time, we met him as a group. You’re going by yourself this time, it’s not an easy matter.”

Tomas shrugs, pushing the empty bowl to the side, “What’s the worst that could happen?” Then, he smiles, “Maybe I can distract him while comparing that we look alike.” He waves to his hair, “Close enough, no?”

Both Kuai Liang and Bihan sigh deeply before shaking their heads.

The elder opts to move the conversation, “Kuai Liang, what are the precautions that the Emperor and Empress are taking to ensure you’re not in danger of any Tarkat affliction?”

“As far as I am aware, we will only be dealing with those who are still lucid. Once they get the supplies, they will be ones to deliver supplies to others.”

Their conversation moves onto the days’ training. Somehow, Sektor is beginning to become bolder in her interactions with Tomas. During training she hadn’t stopped when told to after a match.

Tomas only shrugs when his brothers ask what punishment was given to him. He doesn’t pay much mind to anyone else’s words or actions anymore.

“Even if there is punishment, she will only get bolder,” he says, reaching over for his cup of tea, “Last time, she nearly pled to give me trial over me accidentally ordering one extra wrist cover.”

Bihan sighs, leaning his head into his palms, “There’s something to be said that she’s an advisor’s daughter.” Then, he sits back up, “Bàle, let’s head to meditate. If I keep hearing more about missions before I am due, or here about people stepping out, I’ll freeze even hell over.”

They head out of the dining hall and into the meditation room. It’s weird that their father isn’t there but he also had other matters to attend to.

Walking to their individual mats, Kuai Liang and Tomas let Bihan drops down first. Automatically, both of them kneel behind the elder. And most importantly, Tomas automatically moves closer. He reaches upward, carefully taking off the gold crown that adorns his brother’s hair.

“At least, you won’t have to wear this for a while.”

Kuai Liang snorts, already reaching for his own crown.

Tomas only continues, setting the crown to the side and then unties the ribbon holding Bihan’s hair together, “Maybe that’s why you have a headache all of the time.”

The elder grunts, only shifting to a more comfortable position.

Kuai Liang then turns to Tomas, letting him sit back before he reaches over. The third gold crown is carefully taken off his locks.

“Have you tried Madam Bo’s hair remedies?” He says, “I find it distasteful that your hair has suffered and refuses to grow.”

Tomas sits back, rolling his shoulders, “I’m sure we’ve tried everything, and yet it refuses to grow. I find it a lost cause, brother.”

They fall into silence after Kuai Liang sets the crown down on the side carefully.

Meditation is the same as always.

All three brothers begin to clear their minds. Necessary to get rid of all the days’ negative thoughts and actions. Makes it easier to prepare for the next days’ duties.

By the time Bihan’s in full stasis, and Kuai Liang is barely fighting the slight sleepiness, Tomas only opens his eyes and looks up at the wall. Their mother’s portrait hangs, showcasing the strong face she had when serious.

He wonders if she’s looking down and cursing at the elders who are being overbearing. She once had thrown a paper weight at them after they accused Kuai Liang of skipping training to be in the town.

All thanks to Sektor, once again.

Shaking his head, he clears his head before closing his eyes.

Mind over matter after all.

Meditation is a success.

Tomas feels as though he’s ready to sleep for the next ten years because of it. His mind has settled and he no longer has woes.

Everything is now to be left for tomorrow.

Stretching, he sighs as he dusts his robes, “Do you think father is available now?” He leans a bit for Bihan to place the crown on his head this time, “He said he wanted to go over scriptures earlier today.”

The eldest shrugs, “Not quite sure, last I say him he was muttering about how the request of increasing salary for new recruits was going to make him explode.”

Once they’re settled, Bihan leads them out of the meditation room. Their attendants join behind them in silence as they walk through the courtyards.

It’s not good news when they meet up with their father however, not at all.

They enter the Grand Hall after announced.

Their father is still arguing with some of the advisors it seems. All they can do is walk to sit behind the Grandmaster as he continues yelling.

“Preposterous!”  He’s clearly angry, “Not even the family gets such allowances. The luxuries given have been passed down from generations or the people of the village we serve have decide the family deserve them.”

Tomas only hums, looking at the reactions from some of the men around.

It’s not like their father is lying.

All four of them, and mother before, have a set allowance. Of all of it, majority is given to the clan to do away with meals, clothing, and other materials necessary. Then, it’s broken down to given active members their salaries. Whatever remains is what is distributed to the three, their father, and the members of the inactive elders who advice or do other things within the clan.

“But Grandmaster, how else can we keep recruits to keep coming? We barely hit the quota this year! At this rate, the clan will decrease in numbers!”

“Bàle! Bàle!” Their father waves a hand, “You think wasting money on new trainees won’t affect us? Do you honestly think we’ll keep afloat with that? Even the I, even the Clan heirs barely get paid enough to cover their own physicians and care during missions.”

More voices echo before Bihan stands up this time, “Enough.” He stands with his head up high, “Have you forgotten that you’ve already convinced Grandmaster to travel to the NetherRealm to deal with Shinnok?”

Kuai Liang and Tomas only look at each in shock before looking back ahead.

Mutters begin to dissipate.

“Have you no shame? Asking an audience for such trivial matters when you’ve already made the decision to send your Grandmaster into hellish danger?”

Eyes look at other eyes in shame before heads fall down.

Bihan huffs, sitting back down.

Their father only exhales deeply before waving a hand, “These matters can be discussed at a later time.” He stands up, “Perhaps it would be best for all of you to seek guidance from the ancestors and pray for all of the duties that will begin soon.”

Until the last of the elders leave the hall, do Kuai Liang and Tomas spring up. Both stand in front of their father and brother as the two still sit. Already expecting them to corner them.

“The NetherRealm?!” Kuai Liang shouts, “Have they gone mad? Have you two gone mad?” He begins pacing. And Tomas only sighs, “Father, Brother, this is something that requires a larger team, it truly cannot be the two of you.”

Their father again takes a deep breath he speaks, “It is a mission kept under wraps. But we do have a large team training.” He leans back, “We need to retrieve an amulet and return it to Lord Raiden apparently, it is a matter of life and death that he needs it.”

There’s no room for argument, however.

Their father dismisses them as he says that he’ll head to rest because it’s been a tiring day.

When they step out onto court grounds again, Bihan tells them to hush. He only walks ahead of them, almost as if he wants to get away from them.

However, as the youngest, Tomas only keeps up and grips onto the sleeve of his robe, “Brother, you cannot escape.” He pulls, like a petulant child, Bihan feels his eye begin to twitch.

And he doesn’t let go. Even letting himself be dragged as Bihan continues to walk.

Kuai Liang turns, dismissing the hoard of attendants before he continues to follow behind the other two. He can hear Bihan’s attendant try to reject the request but he again waves a hand before running toward the two as Tomas is nearly about to fall.

Bihan only stops, letting the younger hit against his arm.

Tomas clears his throat, “You cannot be serious and say there’ s no more details.” He raises an eyebrow, “The NetherRealm? Brother, you cannot leave us in the dark like this.”

Bihan only turns, facing him, “I’ve not been given more details than that the mission in the NetherRealm and we need to retrieve the amulet. I don’t even know long it’s predicted to take.”

Kuai Liang joins them, only hearing his brother speak.

Until the day the missions arrive, they only repeat the cycle of sleep, eat, train, and repeat.

Kuai Liang has already left for Outworld. And now, Tomas awaits to see Bihan and their father leave for their own mission. Since his mission isn’t to start for another two days, Hotaru demanded his presence at a specific date and time.

He can only pretend to not be worried in front of Cyrax and Sektor as they begin to haul the boxes of medical supplies prepared for the mission.

Bihan is the one to arrive at the carriage first. Already dressed in uniform and gear.

Tomas already has a heavy feeling in his stomach. But he only bows respectfully, only putting the front of disciple and master.

Sektor and Cyrax report to both that everything is counted for and the two should be ready for the mission. They walk off, to get ready for their daily duties.

As they disappear, Tomas exhales, “Brother, I don’t like this.”

He reaches into his robe sleeve, “Here,” he grabs his brother’s hand, pushing into as though he’s passing a secret or something.

He leans close, “This is only for emergency, when you return, we’ll have more. So, you and father must return. Kuai Liang already promised.”

Bihan raises an eyebrow before he looks down at his hand.

And Tomas only keeps a straight face.

The same old jelly.

Bihan rolls his eyes, “You like these too much,” he sighs, but sets the candy in his hidden stole pocket.

“Don’t act like you don’t.” Tomas responds, “Unfortunately, you only get two. One for you, and one for father. Kuai Gē took half of them.” Then, he smiles, “When you return, we can go visit Lǎobǎn and get more!”

Bihan only rolls his eyes, “You ask for too much, you know how the elders feel about us going to the village now.”

The younger shrugs, “When has that stopped any of us?”

Their conversation stops as their father steps out.

Still, the heavy feeling doesn’t leave Tomas, but he keeps silent. Only bowing deeply as his brother gets on top of his horse and his father enters the carriage.

And as the two begin to get smaller and smaller, Tomas opens his hand. Peering down at the last piece of jelly he’s left.

Until everyone returns, he’ll have to save it, he supposes.

Sweet, oh sweet, the sweet

chestnut red bean jelly

The one delight I’ve always longed to savor.

That sweet, sweet chestnut red bean jelly

Bihan supposes it was meant to happen one day.

For him to have to take over the clan.

He just wishes it hadn’t been this soon.

It’s barely been a few months since Tomas’ 22^nd birthday. Not enough time to mourn their mother. And especially not enough time to even accept that their father has passed.

Stupid mission.

Stupid elders.

Stupid amulet!

Now he’s forced to sit at the end of his father’s coffin. With elders already crying outside of the praying hall for his will to be read.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Kuai Liang lost his temper and nearly burned one of them alive, did they finally relent just a little.

Sighing, Bihan only reaches forward, grabbing an incense cone. He has a headache from how much he’s being pestered. He can’t even mourn in peace.

It doesn’t help that Tomas also threw a fit when Bihan had returned two days past the estimated return date. With their father in an ice capsule to preserve him.

Both of his brothers screamed in agony, pleading for answers.

Elders only gulped away guilt before saying that they needed to proceed with the funeral before changing hands of the clan.

He doesn’t even get five seconds to himself before he’s bombarded by someone.

He’s been at his father’s coffin since early hours. Deciding to rest, he stands up. Bows deep before he turns around and exits the prayer hall.

Bihan needs to let his walls melt. Needs a moment to sit, take in that he’s lost his father. His Grandmaster. Needs to let out emotions only allowed behind closed doors.

But alas—

He only stops as Sektor walks towards him. He already knows she is going to try something. She only stops and bows at him before standing straight.

And sure enough—

Bihan’s eyes trace away from her and up to where Tomas is walking toward him. Angrily. Holding a tattered bag of koins. Empty.

It surprises him when Kuai Liang is guiding the old man that makes the sweet jellies. Who is bleeding from his nose.

When Tomas comes up, he bows before he turns and glares at Sektor, “Brother, this is ridiculous.” He turns to him again, holding up the bag, “Sektor attacked Old Zhao upon entering the palace.”

Sektor tries arguing. The same old “no outsiders allowed” before Bihan stops her.

When Kuai Liang catches up, even Bihan feels bad when Old Zhao tries to kneel in respect. He stops him, saying he doesn’t need to.

“Lǎobǎn, what happened?”

Bihan glances at Sektor as the old boss begins telling him what happened.

He was trying to explain to the guards that Tomas had summoned him again. To make an offering for his father before they were due to bury him. The entire family had fallen in love with his dessert. Enough that it was now a tradition to eat them at the end of the days and spend time before the next days’ duties.

Tomas had summoned him to make a fresh serving to give to his father before he leaves his physical body and letting his soul travel in peace.

Bihan only listens, already feeling drained.

Sektor interrupts, saying it’s forbidden for anyone to take such actions. Permission is necessary.

“Scorpion,” he starts, “Take him to the medics.” It takes a lot to not scream as Sektor tries to stop him, tries to say that he’s not welcomed.

Tomas only crosses his arms, and Bihan notes that he grips onto his arm band in anger. Taking a deep breath, Bihan looks at Sektor, “Enough!”

She’s beginning to get on his nerves. As much as the elders.

“Do you honestly think I am going to listen to you,” he scowls, “have you lost your place already that you think you’re going to be following your own rules?” He watches as she bows, “If Smoke has given his permission, one of the young masters of the clan, then what else does he need?”

Sektor again tries to fight against it.

It isn’t until she mentions that she’ll talk to her father that Tomas steps in.

It surprises Bihan because his brother retorts in his mother tongue. Which he only does when he’s extremely stressed or extremely angry.

“Směšný!”

Bihan only turns back to Sektor, “Old Zhao has been a guest before. Have you no manners that you forget a guest?” Then, he dismisses her with a wave, “You’re off duty. Go to the prayer hall and reflect on your actions.”

Tomas only drops his hands, watching as she walks off in anger as well.

Even then, he isn’t angry for too long. Because when he turns to look at Bihan, his face changes to worry.

The elder tries to walk off. But even then, his brothers have always been too adapted to him. As much as he is to them. Even a slight change in demeanor is enough. One single stray hair and they all worry about each other.

“Brother, you must be tired,” Tomas says, stepping closer. He holds a hand to his own forehead before his other hand reaches up to the elder’s forehead. And Bihan can see the calculations in going through his head.

“Your temperature is naturally cold, you’re warmer than I am.” Bihan can see the other beginning to go into overdrive, “Once Kuai is free I’ll have him send the medics to your chambers.”

But Bihan is stubborn.

He tries shaking his head.

But Tomas is the one to push the limits as the youngest. He only grabs his brother’s sleeve, beginning to guide him away from the courtyard and off to the Family Hall. He chews Bihan’s ear off about needing to rest and not take everything so literal when it comes to their father’s funeral.

Even he would want everyone to take a moment to rest.

Bihan has no idea when Tomas got so strong. Enough that he pulls at him and nearly makes Bihan fall against the bedding.

It makes it easier, he supposes. For Tomas to be talking the most. It makes it easier for him to discard Bihan’s headpieces. Untie his hair. Then rummage through his bedroom for his sleeping robes.

Bihan only closes his eyes. Because even though he doesn’t respond. His brother’s voice makes him relax a bit. After listening to the elders talk about clan matters and responsibilities all day.

He has no idea when Kuai Liang even enters his chambers. But when he opens his eyes again, his brother is already at his kang table, rummaging through a basket full of medicinal herbs and other medicines.

When he stands up to get the offered robes from Tomas, he can’t help but fall back on the bed. Almost as if his body has given up.

And without more, he starts crying.

His brothers say nothing. Give him a glance before they move to be closer to him.

All he can say is that he should be blamed. Had he not been caught in a trap, their father wouldn’t have gone to him. Left his back vulnerable.

But his brothers do not blame him.

It was inevitable.

Hidden and locked emotions burst. Only allowed to be scene in this single moment.

All three of them cry.

For their Grandmaster.

For their father.

For their future.

For each other.

It’s for the best, anyway.

All three of them sleep away in each other’s embrace. Because they know that at least, starting at the next sun’s rise, Bihan will take over as their new Grandmaster.

New challenges arrive, and they will only have each other.

Kuai Liang feels like a child again.

He makes a face but he accepts the jelly pushed his way.

Old Zhao only laughs before he begins to cut another serving.

It’s not like it’s a well-hidden secret that the ruling family of the Clan has fallen in love with his desserts. It’s been years now, and they’re still popular as ever with the family.

Kuai Liang still, pretends to not want anymore.

Even if the slices disappear from the plate.

“Can you breathe normally again?”

The incident is still an embarrassment to the clan. It’s not funny!

But Old Zhao laughs, “I can breathe perfectly fine.” He slides another plate, this time offering a cup of fresh juice. Kuai Liang gives him a thank you before again, grabbing the jelly.

He gives grace in his mind to Bihan for allowing him and Tomas to come to the village. It’s the end of the clans’ monthly routine. The day is being dedicated to recollect all of the activities, missions, and others things.

He recalls Bihan saying he’d be busy trying to see if their finances have increased or decreased. Has to double-check inventory and such. Seeing as Lord Raiden had called him for multiple missions. Not as dangerous as the last, thankfully.

Now—

Kuai Liang wonders where Tomas has disappeared to. Silly brother always doing something when he visits the village.

“Say, Old Zhao,” he leans onto his palm, “Do you think the clan does a good job at protecting the village?”

The old man makes a face, “Why the question?”

Kuai only chews on a jelly, “I don’t know,” he chews, chews, swallows, “The pressure on me as the new heir, and the second-in-command, I fear it might kill me.”

“Please,” the man says, he pauses to serve another customer before he returns back to Kuai Liang, “Were you not taught by the old Grandmaster?”

“Well, yes,” he tries respond.

But the other continues, “Then what more is there to need? Old Grandmaster ruled the clan for years, decades, and we’ve never had an issue. I’m sure the new Grandmaster will do just fine.” Then he leans, “And he has two at his side supporting him. Did old Grandmaster have anyone but the Grand madam?”

Kuai Liang admits defeat. He only slides his empty plate back over.

More laughter echoes.

Kuai is pretty sure he’s going to throw up from how much he’s indulging into the dessert. But he can’t help but keep eating it.

He’s trying to decide whether to get one more serving or change it over to the candied apples that have been brought out, when Tomas comes running back.

Out of breath and everything.

Kuai Liang tries to stand, to pay and get ready to go back to the palace. But Tomas only heaves, trying to get his breath back before he stands up straight.

He leans close then swallows, “There’s someone injured,” he holds his side, “really bad, we need to get them to a medic.”

“Okay, communicate with—”

“No,” Tomas says, interrupting him, “there is no time, we need to get them to the palace immediately.”

The elder takes a deep breath before he sags his shoulders in defeat. Only slides a note toward the stall owner, “Please note how much we owe you for today’s outing, Lǎobǎn, we’ll return another day. There is an emergency to attend.”

They’re waved away.

Not before they’re given two pieces to take for Bihan.

As they trek through the roads, Kuai Liang huffs, “Tomas, the village has medics, I don’t understand why the trouble.” He tries to ignore the packet in his inner pocket.

Tomas doesn’t say anything, just continues to wave for the other to walk.

What led his brother here, Kuai Liang has no idea. But at least, his instincts and training are active.

As they come to a stop, he takes a deep breath.

“See! We need to move quickly.”

The tattered body on the grass and soil only moves to breathe. Kuai Liang can see they’re unconscious.

“Have they been out the entire time?”

“No,” Tomas moves, beginning to take his cape off, “I found them crawling. I was heading to visit Madam Bo.” He inches down, covering the stranger, “He could only say that he was in pain.”

Kuai Liang sighs, “And you want to take him to the palace because?”

He should’ve known his little brother was smart.

Tomas holds his first out. Kuai Liang takes a deep breath before opening his own.

Red scales.

“Scales…” Kuai Liang frowns, grabbing one and inspecting it. He hums, “The only person I know that has scales like these is…General Shao.”

“Exactly,” Tomas says, “He was gripping onto them, I’m assuming maybe he was attacked. His wounds are severe, he did not go down without a fight.”

“Fine then,” Kuai says, “Off to the palace. Hopefully Bihan won’t get angry.”

The questioning is relentless.

It isn’t until Kuai Liang glares at Sektor and Cyrax that they move back and leave. Tomas carries the stranger away in a hurry. Calling for the medics and physicians to aid.

Kuai Liang only walks across the yards. Takes a deep breath before he gulps.

After he’s announced, he enters the Grandmaster’s hall.

“Grandmaster,” he bows, “Smoke and I have a report.”

His brother continues reading a scroll, “What is it?”

Stepping closer, he sets down the objects in his hands. It’s silent as Bihan lets go of the scroll in his hands and looks over.

“What is this?”

“Draconic scales,” Kuai Liang says, “Smoke found an outsider severely wounded. These scales were in his hands.” He steps back as Bihan grabs one of them carefully, “We made the decision to bring the outsider to the palace. He’s being cared for by medics, it would be best to question him as soon as he’s awake.”

“What other reasons do you have?”

“I’ve only encountered one individual with this type of scale pattern,” Kuai Liang says. He watches as his brother sets down the scale next to the other.

“Whom is?”

“General Shao.”

Bihan sighs, sitting back down. He goes into thought for a brief second before nodding, “Hǎole, just make sure they’re restrained. I don’t want any issues within the compound.” Then, he reaches for the scrolls, “I’ll get into contact with Lord Raiden as soon as I can.”

Kuai Liang bows, excusing himself.

By the time he reaches the medical halls, Tomas is exiting from them.

“How is it going?”

“Physician Qi says he will recover. Slowly but he will.” He waves his soiled cape, “He was close to infection which means close to death.”

Kuai only nods, “Well, I can stay watch while you go rest. Bihan is still busy with duties.”

“I’ll be back to dismiss you for supper.”

Kuai Liang enters the med hall, taking a deep breath before he walks head to where he hears the most commotion.

The senior physician only bows at him as he approaches, “Young Master,” he turns to where the others are working, “What shall we do once he wakes up?”

“Keep him in a private chamber, Grandmaster wants him in restraints. He is to be questioned.”

A nod and a bow is given to him before the physician moves away.

Exiting the hall, Kuai Liang yawns before beginning to stand guard at the entrance. He wonders if anything will truly come from having found this stranger.

If anything, he might not even remember anything.

Kuai Liang opts to forget it. He’ll just due to his duty to stand guard and wait until he’s dismissed.

Of which—

He reaches into his pocket; a smile grows on his face as he takes out the small bag of jellies. The moral dilemma of being honest and giving them to Bihan comes about.

“Forget it, brother doesn’t even like these.”

He really tries to take bite.

Until he’s interrupted.

Bihan stands in front of him, eyebrow raised, “Is now the time to be eating such things?” He tilts his head as Kuai Liang bows at him. Hands out and offering them.

“They’re yours, technically speaking.”

There’s a tug and Kuai Liang stands up again. He watches as Bihan sets the bag into his own inner pocket, “What’s the point of confiscating them if you’re not going to eat them! You always scold Tomas about it, anyway.”

“Is that the point?”

“No. I suppose not,” Kuai Liang says, then crosses his arms, “What are you doing here?”

Bihan sighs, “I’ve come to get you, I’ll send Cyrax to come stand guard, Lord Raiden’s arrived.” He shrugs, “Apparently, Tomas’ description fits that of someone they’re looking for.”

He would rather stick around and see what the patient does or says—but Kuai Liang bites back his tongue and doesn’t groan. Only follows behind his brother.

“Are you sure you’re going to eat those?”

“Kuai Liang!”

He tried.

By the time they get to the Grand Hall, Kuai Liang has a mind to hit Bihan in the back of the head. What’s the point of taking away the jellies if he’s not going to eat them! At least, he and Tomas fight about them.

Bihan’s probably only going to throw them away or something.

For now, Kuai Liang can only sit in agony.

All they do is talk, talk, talk.

Lord Raiden only requests to see the stranger. But Bihan says no. Saying no one is allowed the medical halls due to secret medicine recipes or other herbs that aren’t easily found. Next to him, Liu Kang, a fine warrior, only says that it’s imperative that they are called once he wakes up.

Lord Raiden mutters something about a “timeline leak” and “infiltration” or something. Kuai Liang doesn’t pay much attention as the days’ fatigue is hitting him. Which it shouldn’t since he and Tomas only went to the village and fooled around the lakes and ate.

He only stands up, bowing as both guests are now being guided away to guest chambers.

“Timeline leaks?” Tomas says as he stretches, “What in the heaven’s does that mean?”

Bihan only exhales, “No mind, just make sure the outsider is kept within the halls. I don’t need anyone else trying to enter the palace.” He turns to the two, “Cyrax and Sektor will be keeping watch. I need the two of you well rested in case anything should go awry tomorrow.”

The walk to the Family Hall is faster.

Maybe because all three wish to rest and not have to deal with anything clan related.

Bihan only waves them away before continuing to his chambers.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Bihan reaches into his pocket.

They’re a bit squished. Being handle from maker to brother, to brother. But the jellies still look edible.

Bihan only press his lips together.

He only has brief flashback.

He’d handed his father the two pieces of jelly over. Crying as his father requested for them. Saying that he didn’t want to meet his mother empty-handed.

That he needed something for her soul to remember him.

Opening the bag, Bihan hums.

He takes a bite before he begins to chuckle as he remembers the first time his mother had the sweet. How he and his father hand run to check her hall and chambers because of the commotion she had made.

Oh, how he missed the taste.

Not that he’ll admit it.

So much food the table might collapse

Knocking one of us down

You never knew who I really was

The days may sometimes be odd.

Tomas can say for sure.

But on the elder’s gods’ earth he finds himself being an escort to a stranger now turned—he hums as he gives the other man a side glance—

Client? Patient?

Still just a guest? Tomas has no idea.

Not that he can blame the other. He’s just like Tomas.

Left without biological family from a young age. The only difference is that this man had to fend for himself since them.

At least Tomas, had been found and taken in, he supposes.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he stops when the other does. Comes to a stop in front of a caravan. The other takes a soft breath as he turns, “Please excuse if it’s messy, I’ve been trying to find work.”

Tomas nods, following behind again as the other moves to open it.

It’s humble. It’s shelter.

That’s all Tomas can really say and think.

“Please, come in.”

He enters, tries to figure out what exactly the other is going to do. Bihan has been ordered to keep him under the clan’s protection. Too many hands wanting to find him.

After he’d woken up, and hours of questioning, the only answers were that his name is Shang Tsung. Citizen of Outworld. No family. Occasional jobs. His home is a caravan which he’s had since he was fourteen. And random, weird looking people had begun stalking him.

The last of which, had dragged him away against his will. Questioning him about why all of a sudden, he didn’t have “powers” before he tried fighting back.

He’s just a normal citizen.

No idea why anyone’s going after him.

Lord Raiden hadn’t been convinced until Shang Tsung had nearly broken an arm after being lifted up by his electrical currents. He’d even wept in pain, face wet, and asked for everything to stop. Even the God hadn’t been relieved of scoldings from himself and Liu Kang.

After that, with the mention of General Shao’s scales and all, Bihan had been requested, ordered, to keep Shang Tsung under protection.

Which is why Tomas now keeps guard as the other collects any belongings he may need. He has to wonder, truthfully, what anyone could get from the other. In Tomas eyes, he looks like a tired citizen.

Even when he had woken up, the first thing he asked was how he could repay the brothers for their kindness.

“Do you think, I’ll have to say goodbye to my home forever?”

His thoughts are interrupted. Tomas only turns, and he’s as honest as he’s been taught to be, “Unfortunately, I would say so. From what Lord Raiden describes, you’re in far more danger than initially thought.”

The other nods sadly before continuing to search for his necessities.

It’s not much. He’s filled up one bag when he walks over to Tomas. The ninja can see how emotional he is. Watches as the other turns around, looking at the rest of the things he’s leaving behind.

“Do you think I’ll ever be able to come back?”

Tomas only exits the caravan, jumping off the small step before offering an arm, “Perhaps. We can only hope so. But from what it sounds like, it might be awhile anyway.”

With a deep breath, Shang Tsung takes his arm, “I suppose I’ll just get used to the new normal.”

The walk back is long. Tomas even has to fiddle with the portal maker that Lord Raiden had given him.

They step through it back to Lin Kuei Village grounds.

“It’s a wonder how you made it here,” Tomas says, setting the portal maker away, “do you even remember that much?”

Shang Tsung shakes his head, asking to stop as he feels nauseous from the portal’s gravitational pull. Then he clears his throat, “Not at all. Last, I remember was nearly being beheaded by a giant hammer before I suppose I ran until I couldn’t.”

Again, they continue to walk the pathway up to the village. It’s a calm day, at least. Tomas wonders if Bihan knew that it would be so.

Nevertheless, Tomas only keeps small talk with Shang Tsung as they walk. He comes to know that really, the other has no real pathway in life. He just did whatever it took to have money, food, and to stay alive. Even once fought robbers that threatened to take his caravan.

“I have no idea how I did,” the other says softly, “mighty but small, an old lady once said.”

Tomas chuckles, “Mighty but small, there is truth to it.” He looks over, and while the other can’t see his smile through his mask, he hopes his eyes can tell him.

“You survived an attack from an Outworld soldier, I’d call that mighty.”

The walk continues and Tomas notices how Shang Tsung turns to where the main town area is coming about. Even smells the air as the food from the town begin to hit his senses.

“The village is always lively, even at night.” Tomas says softly, “There’s always something going on around. Celebrations, birthdays, etcetera.”

Shang Tsung nods, looking around, “Amazing.”

Tomas decides that he’ll break the rules. Just because he has compassion within him. He knows Shang Tsung is probably fighting the urge to have a breakdown.

He knows he would if he’d been assaulted, beaten, and barely surviving it all. Just to be questioned by another group of strangers whilst barely able to move. Tomas has no idea how he’s made it this far without breaking down still.

“Would you like to stop and look around?”

“Oh,” the other stops, “I don’t know…I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”

Of course, Tomas only waves a hand, “Nonsense! In fact, I should probably head to Old Zhao and pay him,” he offers an arm again, “Come on, let’s go!"

It still takes a bit of convincing for him to calm down.

It isn’t until Tomas bows at the stall owner and speaks in Mandarin that Shang Tsung finally eases a bit. He watches as Tomas hands over a bag of koins before laughing at something the old man says.

When he sits at the usual reserved bench, Tomas tells him it’s just a thing, Shang Tsung only sits in amazement as he waits for said ninja to return.

A small plate is slid over, “These are chestnut red bean jellies,” the grey haired says, “they’re very good. Perhaps you will enjoy them, it takes me back to when I was a child. Calms me down whenever my mind is full of noise.”

“Nǐ wèishéme kěyǐ shuō pǔtōnghuà?”

Tomas only carefully slides a piece of jelly under his mask. But again, his eyes do the talking for him as he speaks, “Wǒ shì shōuyǎng de.” He grabs another piece, chewing before swallowing, “Wǒ láizì bō xī mǐ yà.”

Shang Tsung only hums, “Yō…”

There’s no more questions about it though. Tomas can see how the jellies were successful. The other tries to say no to more snacks, even the tea that’s offered. But Tomas has none of it. Just gets up and buys more.

“Do you still remember your native tongue?”

“I do,” Tomas decides to give up on drinking his tea. He’d forgotten he can’t take his mask off. Curses of needing to stay unknown and all as one of the clan heirs. He slides the cup over, “It mainly comes out when I get angry. Or stressed. Negative emotions really.”

Shang Tsung only eats another piece of cake that Tomas had shoved toward him, “I see.”

Somehow, he ends up giving the other a lesson in Bohemian. No idea how it even happened. He just knows that he’s thankful no one else in the clan could ever understand either of them.

Tomas is also thankful that the other doesn’t seem as tense by the time he pays for the snacks and drinks.

By the time they return to the palace, Shang Tsung is escorted back to the guest chambers by a female guard. Only giving Tomas a soft head bow and thank you before disappearing.

When he enters the Grand Hall, he bows to Bihan, “Grandmaster, everything has gone well. Our guest is currently resting and settling in his chambers.”

“Good,” Bihan looks up, setting down a scroll, “No issues or interruptions?”

“None at all,” the younger steps close to the grandmasters desk, “well, besides my own, that is.” He sets a bag down onto the table then steps back, “if you excuse me, I need to refresh. Elder Yiu wishes to go over some formations before tomorrow’s training.”

He’s lucky he gets away.

Because Bihan had only looked at what was left behind. Rolling his eyes and nearly running out to catch his brother.

But—

He then sits back, shaking his head with a fond smile only reserved for his family. He takes the bag and hums, “Always a child.”

Either way, the bag stays. It’ll be like a reward for him.

Once he’s done reviewing the weekly inventory reports.

If anyone had ever told Bihan that he’d be a man to fall into a childish crush—he would have threatened to freeze them into a popsicle.

Actually, no, he would have done in without the threat.

He digresses. He has turmoil. Because he really is beginning to lose his mind, here.

Shang Tsung is doing more damage than he thought he would. Not actual damage. Just imaginary damage that Bihan is coming up with as an excuse.

The older man walks around, all smiley and happy around the grounds. Tends to the rare flowers that grow. Feeds the deers and arctic ground squirrels.

The damage is that for some reason Bihan is beginning to be smitten. And he doesn’t even talk to the man that much. He had tried to pretend it was only because of the elder man’s looks.

But it’s not.

His character didn’t help.

How he was resilient and strong. One evening, after Tomas had persuaded Bihan to let him join the three for dinner—he’d told his story. And Bihan could only make the parallel to his adopted brother.

A way to his cold heart, in a way, he supposes.

His soft voice didn’t help either. How soft his laughter is, doesn’t help either!

“Brother,” he’s broken out his thoughts as Kuai Liang enters his study, “Ranking lists of trainees have been completed.”

“Have they?”

Bihan feels his brother looking at him. When he looks up, Kuai Liang has his arms crossed.

“What?”

“You have not been yourself these past few days,” his brother pulls a chair and sits, “what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, mundane tasks have taken over my desk,” Bihan tries to wave him away, but, obviously, it doesn’t work.

“Uh-huh…” the younger leans on the desk, “so, is there a reason why you keep to yourself in here now? The clan cannot have inventory checks so often.” Then, he begins to tap against the desk, “Dàgē…zěn me le?”

“Nothing, I said.”

“Fine, fine,” Kuai Liang stands up, “Tomas went to get Old Zhao. Some type of emergency he said, so, if Sektor and he get into a fight, don’t be surprised if they end up with broken noses.”

When he’s left to his thoughts again, Bihan only reverts back into a child and lets his head fall against his desk. How embarrassed is he that he can’t even man up and confide in his brother.

He can only break his thoughts away to finish the roster for the next mission that Lord Raiden has requested aid for.

Though it isn’t like he escapes it forever.

No.

Whoever runs this universe has it out for him.

Because when he’s done with his daily duties, he exits the Grand Hall to head to the Family Hall. Makes his way to change but his attendant lets him know that dinner is being prepared.

He needs to make his way to the kitchens to decided what will stay in the palace whilst the rest of the meals prepared are sent to the village and distributed to those in need. Usually, Kuai Liang or Tomas make the decision.

“Young Master Kuai Liang has entered the meditation hall, and Young Master Smoke, is, rather occupied.”

He turns as he’s directed.

The good thing is that he can smell the food. It makes him snap out of his drowsiness. He enters the kitchen halls, softly talking to one of the elder chefs as they make their way into the main area.

Of course, Tomas is occupied.

He’s standing in front of a clay over, hair tied back. Uniform covered in flour and who knows what else. And Shang Tsung is next to him, apron over his robes and hair tied back neatly.

Bihan swears he feels his heart warm up more than it normally does. For someone like him, anyway.

Old Zhao is between them, speaking softly.

“The Grandmaster is here,” his attendant says. Everyone in the kitchen stops what they’re doing if they can. Turning and bowing.

All Bihan can do is gulp because he notices Shang Tsung first. The soft smile on his face as he bows. Even the soft blush on his face because of the hotness of the kitchen.

“Grandmaster…” he’s pulled away by the head chef and he breaks out of his thoughts.

Explanations are given about why the meals were chosen. Yada-yada-ya-da.

He comes to a final cooking station, “What is this?”

The creator must hate him.

Or maybe not.

“Oh!” Shang Tsung rushes over, waving his hands, “Please,” he sighs, “This is something I made. Old Zhao barely taught me something.” He gives a shy smile, “Soup, rice, the basics.”

Tomas walks over, “And jellies! They’re almost done.”

Bihan looks between the two, tries to keep calm.

“What kind of soup?” He turns into a buffoon. He speaks before he can even think.

His brother—is no fool. Tomas only tilts his head.

Then it clicks.

The way he can feel his brother’s skin slightly warmer. Eyes trace back and forth. And he sees how Bihan is clearly leaning toward Shang Tsung as he begins a conversation.

“Dà Gēge made the jellies as well,” Tomas smiles, “would you like to try them? They should be ready for when we finish supper.”

He sees the way Bihan hesitates. Then looks at Shang Tsung as if waiting for a response or something.

“I suppose.”

He tries to make a jab at his brother, but Tomas is then caught in his step out, “Why are you in here instead of meditating?”

Old Zhao becomes his excuse.

He called because he wanted to discuss something! Which was him passing down his recipe for the jellies! He doesn’t have kids, so you know! Who’s going to make them once he’s gone!

Shang Tsung becomes his next target.

Who better than the permanent guest! He has time to learn, time to master the craft! Not like he’s going anywhere, anytime soon.

Bihan only gives him a glance before turning away, “Make sure you meditate after dinner.” Then, he exits after telling the head chef to donate the pork ribs and other dishes prepared. The soup, rice, and other small side dishes would be enough.

The chestnut red bean jellies would be fine for dessert.

“Yō!” Tomas says, watching as everyone moves around to begin serving dinner, “Xiōng fū! You should go get ready for dinner.”

Shang Tsung only turns to him in surprise, “Huh?”

Tomas drags him out of the kitchens, leads him to his chambers, “Looks like the two of you will finally stop tiptoeing around each other.”

“You didn’t tell him, did you? Elder God’s this is embarrassing.”

Tomas makes a face, “Please, as if it wasn’t obvious besides to the two of you.” He crosses his arms, “Kuai and I bet to see who’d crack first. You two are hard cases, though.”

“Otravné,” Shang Tsung mutters, switching to his newly aquired tongue, and Tomas gawks, “You... ” He relents, “Whatever, hopefully after he eats your food, he’ll finally do something about it instead of moping. Since you weren’t going to do anything.”

Shang Tsung only watches as the other walks off.

Dinner is a slight bit awkward to say the least.

But Kuai Liang and Tomas only excuse themselves right after finishing their desserts. Something about being super tired and meditating and something else.

Not before they remind Bihan to give the servings of jellies to their parents like usual.

He’s left to sit at the table awkwardly as Shang Tsung toys with his robes.

“Would you like for me to get some jellies from Old Zhao?” Shang tries first, “I didn’t know you offered them to your parents.” He smiles shyly, “I doubt they would like to try mine.”

Bihan only swallows, looking at his empty plate before shaking his head, “Tastes the same to me, I doubt they will notice.”

He stands, reaching for the plate remaining jellies. He hesitates for a second, but then turns to the other, “Would you like to come with? At least, they would meet who made them.”

They walk to the study in the Family Hall. Shang even makes soft noises as he walks through the hidden chamber door.

Bihan questions why he’s allowing him to see it.

But he has no more time when he walks over to the offering altar. Sets the plate down before he looks up. He looks at his parents’ portraits with an exhale.

“Your mother was beautiful.”

Bihan smiles softly, eyes looking over at her, “She was.”

“You look like her,” the other says, softly.

He can feel his face go warm. Something that rarely happens.

“Kuai Liang looks like your father, a wonder in how genetics work.” Shang Tsung says. Bihan hums, reaching over for an incense stick, “They would fight about it, I recall. Mother would get furious anyone ever said we didn’t look only like her.”

A chuckle echoes.

Bihan only swallows.

“She would even mutter angrily that Tomas also begun looking like her.”

Another chuckle, but it’s followed but that soft voice again, “She sounds wonderful. And she was right.”

Somehow, even Shang Tsung ends up with a stick in his hands. Softly praying in his own way. Bows the three times before sticking the incense into its holder.

“Is there a reason why these jellies are some important?” Shang Tsung says as they enter the study again, “Tomas was adamant on having us learn them from Old Zhao.”

Bihan walks around to sit at his desk, “He was the one who tried them first. Brought them up for mother, and after that,” he shrugs as he grabs a scroll, “it was history. I suppose it just became a thing we liked because it reminded us of family time together.”

It’s automatic, the way Shang Tsung moves around. Softly says he’ll help with the ink so Bihan can focus on his work.

“Is that why Old Zhao wanted to come up here so much?” The elder says, “He looks young to me. But Tomas said he was adamant about passing the recipe.”

The conversation turns from the jellies to childhood memories.

And then—

Somehow, Bihan is walking Shang Tsung back to his chambers. The elder has his arms wrapped around his own, softly pointing out how the weather is changing.

Somehow, someone besides his brothers is allowed to touch him.

And then—

Shang Tsung turns. Leans up and—

A kiss is placed onto his cheek, above his mask.

Silence echoes.

But Bihan guides him close to the chamber doors, then—he does something a Grandmaster rarely ever does.

He bows, wishing the other a goodnight.

A symbol everyone and their mother knows the meaning of.

Vulnerability only to those who are close.

Only to someone a Grandmaster considers their equal.

Tomas wishes he could cry.

But he can’t.

Just places flowers over Old Zhao’s coffin before stepping back.

Curse be it that humans are mortal.

The celebration of life is that. People that knew him step up, share their stories. Make a couple chuckles echo about how stubborn the old man was the he would not share recipes with anyone.

And the only one whoever got them, can only make them in secret to send out to the village. Or so the story goes.

“Do you think they’ll ever figure out it’s you, Xiōng fū?” He turns, softly patting Shang Tsung as he wipes his tears, “Maybe it’ll be comforting to know that his recipes were passed down to someone trustworthy, no?”

“Maybe,” the elder says, but he still only cries.

Kuai Liang and Bihan step back from placing their own bouquets. Bihan walks over to Shang Tsung, taking him into his arms.

Kuai Liang only sighs, “The cremation will be tomorrow evening, we should head to rest. He would not want us to mourn him for so long.”

It isn’t like they don’t mourn when they return to the palace.

Shang Tsung loses himself in the kitchens.

Hours lost that by the time supper is ready, he tiredly hand delivers the chestnut jelly himself. Sets down the large platter in the middle.

“I hope I still do them justice,” he says softly as he to Bihan’s right, “I feel like I won’t without him being here to test them.”

Bihan reaches over, setting his hand over his husband’s, “They will taste wonderful.” He gives a soft smile.

And his brother’s nod as well, “He taught you well, they taste the same as they tasted as when we were children. You have made him proud once; it will not stop now.”

The family eats, sharing stories between them and Old Zhao.

The one who once scolded three brothers after they begged for him to make up something new after their millionth visit to the village in disguises.

The one who gave them the chestnut red bean jellies.

The one who made their new family tradition.

The one who made them have a new traditional about spending time with family and sharing with each other.

The one who helped the pass it down to their future families for Lin Kuei generations to come.

As you were leaving you turned around and said to me

“You always want far too much”

 No what I’ve always wanted was one thing

Just one thing sweet chestnut red bean jelly