Vincent was dragged upwards the world a blurry haze through his tears. He relied on his brother to guide him to someplace a lot more comfortable than the ground. The couch dipping with their weight as he settled back into his place on his brother's shoulder. He'd found him and the emotions were just overwhelming.

True to form he found himself being comforted by his brother. Petted and hugged with even a small cheek kiss as he was offered some tissues. He grabbed them covering his nose and eyes trying to stop the tears. It was really hard though and trying to hold them back left his chest feeling tight. It managed to slow though especially once he heard his brothers voice. That soft teasing tone he was so familiar with.

"I told you I'd catch up with you," Vincent said his throat felt dry as he spoke. "Now we can do all those adult-like things you said I couldn't do. Like go to parties, play darts, go drinking..." He let the list fall. There was so much they needed to do together. Yet one thing was still left to clear up before all of that.

"You left," the words were hollow filled with nothing but uncertain emotions. Not quite sad or angry but just there. The whole reasoning behind why it was like this was just there in those two words. "I never thought you'd just leave me."

His brother stood heading for his small kitchen. The sound of running water echoed in his ears. He hadn't answered him. A feeling of loneliness descended upon him as the silence drew on. He returned with the water Vincent accepting it gratefully as he quenched his parched throat.

"I called several times," there it was the beginning of his answer. "It always ended with fighting. Eventually, I think mom and dad just blocked me entirely. I haven't tried calling in nearly five years."

Their parents had black-walled him and for what? He hadn't done anything wrong. So what if he stopped making movies that was no reason to dis-communicate him. There was so much he didn't know and it was all because he'd been too young to understand. Or he was simply protected from it. Which he knew he was. His brother had always tried protecting him and yet part of Vincent always wanted to protect him too.

"I want to know everything," Vincent said in practically a whisper. Both hands gripping the cup as he looked into the water. "Why you grew distant, why you were always fighting, why you left...I want to know it all. I need to know it."

"Were they being too hard on you because of me," Vincent said casting him an apologetic glance. Had his success in movies put so much pressure on his brother he just snapped? He wanted to hear those words. It wasn't because of him. That he hadn't hurt his brother by being what he is. He wasn't sure he could change.

Vincent watched him as he knelt in front of him. His hands cupping Vincent's own around the cup as he reassured him it wasn't because of him. He was ready to cry again to be honest. The fact his brother was pausing to pick his next words not helping him any. He started with something he'd always kind of knew. His parents were hard on him to be a good actor.

What he didn't know is he never enjoyed acting. All those times he'd met him with a smile after a job it wasn't because he'd enjoyed the fact he had made a movie. Why then? Was it truly because he'd just been happy to be home and see him. The fact he had put up such a strong front for him left Vincent feeling like he was useless. His brother had never relied on him.

"Never," he said solemnly. "Not even when we were practicing together?"

"I had no idea," Vincent said not giving him a chance to answer. "Here I was encouraging you to do something you hated. Our parents were forcing you to do it. No wonder you ran away the moment you could. You must have really hated us."

"I'm sorry," tears welled up in his eyes again thinking about what he could have done differently. There was nothing he could do now. He could try to mend their relationship but he couldn't change the past.

Maybe his brother had been a better actor than he had let on to be. All his smiles seemed so real to Vincent. Yet now it was like those memories were distorted. Maybe a child's positive mind convincing them it was okay that no matter what everything was alright.

He'd only watched his brother work a couple of times. The memories bits and pieces now but he would remember during his breaks he was always practicing. He always admired that about his brother. He was always striving to get better and better. It made Vincent want to work hard so they could stand side by side in a movie someday. He always worked hard because he saw his brother working hard.

Now though now he knew he hadn't been doing it because he wanted to. Because he wanted to get better but rather because he had to. Because he was being pushed to be the best and it was never going to happen because he was never told to enjoy it. Unlike Vincent he never got to enjoy just being him and expressing that in his acting. He was stifled to the point of hating acting and he ran from them all to escape it.

Vincent couldn't help but to feel a weight lifted off his shoulders. His brothers words somehow putting him just a bit at peace. He refused to blame him for anything even if Vincent felt like he had done something. He wanted it all to be true he felt the need to ignore that nagging voice in the back of his head called doubt. His brother's lied to him sure but that was when he'd catch him doing things he wasn't supposed to do. Like stealing candy from the jar and not wanting to share or when he got older the quick closing of said adult tabs that he later learned was porn.

It was never over something as serious as this. He could feel it in his heart even if his brain was racing. His brother truly meant every word about him being the light in his life. Vincent couldn't be happier about it either.

"I love you too," Vincent said as he hugged him. The glass of water in his hands shaking dangerously enough for him to set it on the coffee table.

What more was there he wondered. His gaze flicking between the tv as it shut off and his brother. There was a seriousness in his eyes that was quickly replaced by a teasing tone and gaze. Vincent unable to contain the flush in his cheeks as he brought up the voice change.

"Stop it," Vincent said pulling away from his cheek pinch and swatting at him earning a laugh.

"It was really weird. I didn't realize how hard it was till I went through it. I couldn't act for months because it was so over the place. You should of heard the laughter when my voice would hiccup to a high pitch," Vincent said not enjoying his early teenage years at all.

"I could have used you," he said looking away just the smallest hint of blame in his voice. He wished he had had someone to talk to.

Those awkward moments he needed to deal with teenage fans. Or those girls he crushed on that expected him to be just like the characters he plays in movies. Or even that time he'd been confessed to by a guy and he realized he wouldn't mind. Heck he'd even gotten into a few fist fights with guys who tried pushing him around.

He'd been gone for all of it. Vincent had to figure out most of those things on his own. Their father scoffed at the idea of him liking boys. Telling him that better be a joke. Encouraging his relationships with girls who only liked him because of his fame and then saying he should just ignore bullies. None of it worked for him.

There was no way he could ignore being bullied and walked all over. And there was no way he could change what he thought about being attracted to guys like he was girls. He also didn't want a girlfriend and eventually marriage based solely on how he is famous or his looks.

He struggled through it all and it left him wondering. All those fights when Zatka was a teenager. Were they all over the same things. He said he'd sort of understand that part now. And in a way he guessed he did. His brother must have gone through just as much as him.

"You said there was more to it than that," Vincent asked fiddling his fingers wondering what else there could be. He already had quite a bit for his understanding but there was more. He wanted to know it all.

Vincent was bewildered at first when he asked about him remembering his mentor. Honestly he didn't really remember him too well he'd only seen him a few times. But he knew about him and how he was mentor to his brother. He wasn't expecting what came next though.

The true reason he'd come to hate acting. Vincent's eyes watered as he listened. His brother had fought their parents tooth and nail so he wouldn't go through that. All those disgusting things he was doing to a child with no one to turn to. How many others did he threatened to ruin their careers? How many were naive enough to believe him when he would tell them it'd make them better actors?

If his brother had stepped up and shouted it from the rooftops he could have put him behind bars. So why didn't he?

"Why, why didn't you try telling anyone else," Vincent asked fist clenched. He stood up quickly hovering over his brother. "It doesn't matter if our father didn't believe you. You shouldn't have had to suffer!"

"I'm gonna kill him... that's what I'm gonna do," Vincent said starting to storm off when his wrist was grabbed. The blonde turning around sharply beating one hand on Zatka's chest even as he leaned in to bury his head. "I'll protect you. I'm an adult now just like you. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"Just please don't disappear ever again. I love you too much to let you go," Vincent began crying again.

He had never been the reason. The reason for everything had been a single perverted old man. Zatka had let him put a rift in their family but now. Now Vincent could mend it. He wanted nothing more than to make sure they would never be apart again. He wanted to know everything about his life now. If the past still ate at him or if he'd moved on. He wanted it all.

He could feel it the heaving of his brothers chest as he choked back his own tears. The petting on his head as his brother tried to comfort him when it should be the other way around. It must have taken so much to talk about it now. To tell his own brother about what had happened to him. Was he the only one who knew? How many people have comforted him before this?

"You talk about it," Vincent asked stifling his sniffles. Trying his best to start supporting him instead of crying angry tears. It really was hard though. All he wanted to do was really go find the guy and kill him. Or cut off his balls and make him a eunuch. Both serious crimes but oh so well worth it in his opinion.

Vincent wasn't so sure about him making a bad father. He'd be a great one in his opinion. He'd done great with him after all even though they had still been growing up at the time. Vincent just knew he hadn't changed much.

"Goodness, don't bring that up. They made me look like such an ass at first," Vincent said smiling. Both of them returning to the couch as their conversation turned away from the reasons why he had left to Vincent. "It was kind of nice not playing the nice guy though. "I always play the wonderful love interest or the best friend it was good to get some variety in there."

"I would love to make a cameo in a horror movie they say it'd ruin my teenage image though. Remember the time we watched Ghost Ship together. I couldn't sleep alone for a week after that," Vincent said making them both laugh. His brother had gotten him into the classic horror films at a young age for some odd reason he came to like them. Yet normal horror movies still gave him nightmares. Seriously it was just too funny.

"I miss those days when I could just sneak into your bed and snuggle with you," Vincent said smiling before leaning over pinning his brother in a hug. Effectively snuggling him.

"Beyond acting I haven't been up to much. I tried dating but I just can't seem to find any boys or girls I like and who like me for me and not my fame," Vincent said relaying his own issues. "I did get a pokemon for my fifteenth birthday though. A little turtwig who's constantly nipping at my heels. I don't really get him but its nice to have someone who can listen to you without backtalking."

"I was lonely without you but I wasn't completely alone. I don't want to make you feel guilty about leaving alright," Vincent looked up at his brothers face from where he was snuggled in.

Vincent was glad to have found him as well. There was still so much to talk about which included the gardenvoir he met at the door. He smiled as his brother mentioned coordination. He may never want to be on the big screen again but he couldn't stay out of the spotlight either. Vincent totally got that as he followed him into his bedroom.

It was strange seeing him own so little. Vincent was definitely going to have to change that. But more importantly, he had so many cute pokemon. He practically glomped the typhlosion as he came near for pets. The pair touching noses in an eskimo kiss. Just like his brother to raise such a loving pokemon.

Though it seemed he had his own troublemaker as well as the stark white vulpix attacked his foot. It was so small and adorable and so was the playful little deerling it attacked. He couldn't help himself from cooing at the cuteness. He wished he had nearly as many...which may happen soon. this was definitely an inspiration to get a bunch of his own.

"I-I wasn't sure how the reunion would affect me so I made sure to have tomorrow off," Vincent admitted giving a small smile. "So yeah I'll stay the night."

"Feel free to use the shower," Zatka said disappearing back into the bedroom.

Vincent petted Ria as he entered the bathroom. The bird gave him a curious glance than went back to her feathers from her perch that swung in front of the mirror. It must be difficult sharing such a small space with all these pokemon. Vincent undressed ready to jump in for a shower when his brother entered.

"Yes I'm bigger in other ways too," Vincent said making him snort in laughter. He set the clothes on the sink and walked out hands up and shaking his head. He got him but good with that one and Vincent laughed taking his shower.

Once he was done and dressed he found the coffee table in the living room pushed off to one side. Dozens of sheets on the ground, popcorn, candy and controllers all sitting at one end. Let the slumber party commence!

The pair spent most of the night watching old movies. A few extra questions about Zatka's hair and name. Which he'd apparently changed because of paparazzi looking for scoops. He still wasn't ever going to get used to calling him by his new name. Not that he had too. After all nine times out of ten he could just call him brother. That was enough for him as they wore themselves out into slumber.