CAP - The effects of a loss. (Jack ; Cameo)

I can't help but smile when he tries to make up for his words against the hatred of girls by excluding one two; Gala and myself. Though the smile fades slowly because I begin to stare off into the corner of his room before I explain what's going on in my head about the whole ordeal that I just went through. He does make sense in the fact that it wont be the first time, and definately won't be the last. I've lost sparing matches before in front of the people at the gym and while that severly pissed me off, it's never effected me like it did with the publicity that the pregames has given me with my loss. Still, I nod to Matthew with his words and feel the vibrations of the cast when he knocks on it and explains round two will give me worse than a broken arm.

"Very true. I just wish that the first round would have allowed more than just fists. I need more work with that. You should train me more with that." I ask him, then I turn slightly to see him digging through his pockets to reveal the little tubes of liquid gold and smile when he calls the 'magic'. The smile on his face also makes me curious before he tells me something more from his past.

"I would love to have seen that." I take the tube when he places it in my hands and wraps his arms around me. More than once this has happened and each time it sends these little shockwaves through my system to have him this close to me. He's much more different than any other guy I've been around. Why he does this to me, I'll never know. I like it though. I'm enjoying the feel of a mans arms around me for once without sheilding myself away from the touch. The tube of liquid is gone in a matter of seconds, and I wait for a moment to see if it'll start kicking in when he tells me to go sleep. I nod my head but I turn slightly and face him, and bring my lips to touch his softly; in a meaningful way.

"Thank you." I give him a pleasant smile.

"You should. I'll help you train, if you want to." I nod my head for him to do that for me. I know for a fact it will be a lot different this time when we spar because he won't just be trying to make me fall on my behind and make me tap out. He might even be willing to show me more on how to manuever around and he'll explain things better for me considering how poorly I did in the first round of the pregames. Still, I look forward to any time we spend together and I know in the training center, sparring is a natural portion of training without suspicions of people watching us.

The medicine begins to kick in I can tell, because the dull throbbing in my hand is starting to lighten up, as well as my mind becoming less stressed about the events of today. I relax fully in his arms as he tells me a story about the morphling that him and his friends had done. The consequences that came along with the territory of experimenting with it as well. I make an audible 'humph' noise and push my back further into him as he pulls me tighter in his grip. When he mentions how all of this feels, I agree with him with a "Mhmm."

"Well, I never did anything like you but I remember one time I got dared to climb a tree just outside of the town, right before the fence. It was a few years before my mom passed away. I was just seven, but this boy that was in my class dared me to do it. There was a few other kids that tried it and couldn't do it, so I tried to prove I could do it. Well, the funny part was, I was the only one who managed to reach the top." I move slightly in his grip, turning just a little and drap my good arm onto his chest. "The not so funny part, was that I couldn't get down. I'm not talking just some little tree you can just jump down from, either. Not at that age. I got stuck up there for hours because the boy convinced the others that he'd go get help and so they left. By the time my father had found me, it had rained for about an hour. My hair was all plastered to my face and I was soaking wet, I even had little peices of bark stuck in my hair and on my clothes when I tried to scale the trunk, but that didn't work. The moment I got home, the first thing my brother did was tease me about being a drowned rat. He's never let me live that down."

I push my face against Matthew's chest, hiding the smile. "I've never taken a dare again since that day." I let a yawn escape from my lips and allow myself to completely mold into nothing but comfort. Slowly, I close my eyes and just breath.

I've never taken a dare again is what sets off the first thing that comes out of him after my story and lesson. I can't help but instantly look to him with a curious expression in my tired eyes. "No, I don't....?" I start to say but he somehow gets me to be quiet in time to hear him dare me something that I can't possibly refuse. Well, not really. I shake my head to his dare instantly and decide to play along.

"Hmm... I just don't know. I learned my lesson last time I took a dare. What lesson would I learn from this dare, should I take it?" For some reason, just the thought of that dare wakes me up just slightly in order to comprehend his facial expressions and to enjoy it when he touches my hair. I love it when he does that. "Hmmm... what incentive would I have for taking it? What's the prize?"

However, the next thing that Matthew says has me grinning. "Who? My brother? You thought he was my ex? Wow..." I rub my cheek on his chest, shaking it slightly trying to hide the grin that's wanting to form. "Yeah. Kinda. Jeran's pretty cool about that kind of stuff. He's also my cover for when I need to get away for a while at night, sometimes. But he's harsh in my training. He don't let me just slip by, but then again, he takes after my dad." I share a bit of my brother's personality to Matthew only to have him tell me about what's going on between his sister and himself.

"I'm sorry that she's done that to you." I know I may be brave and a little bold, but I ask anyways. "Why is she mad at you?"

Whether it was a joke to begin with or not, I begin to tease Matthew asking what I will get from him as a prize if I should take the dare. His reaction makes me smile,nod my head and let my head rest against his chest. "That prize sounds very expensive and just to think that I'm going to be able to get my hands on it... It's very intriguing. I may, take that dare one day?" The fingers on my casted hand trace small lines on his chest.

Though onto the subject of my brother, I clearly didn't expect to hear Matthew say what he did. Calling him a shit that he was. What made him think that? Of all people, why would he diss my blood relation? It was just a moment later that he reveals his reasoning and tells me that my dad must own him the way he didn't take up for me. Matthew even goes as far to call him a coward. I shake my head, stop my fingers from rubbing against his skin. "My dad don't own him. My dad is the one who has trained us both. He was raised to be like him. He does what he's asked, both spoken and unspoke, and he knows not to question him. Just as I was growing up." I throw in that last little bit. "He's not all bad, MAtthew. You should reconsider what your thinking of him is. He's done me nothing but favors. He was always there for me after mom died, where dad wasn't." I shrug.

"but I'm sure they can see that now. That I'm not always going to win. And this is just the punishment for losing. It won't happen again..." Punishments can be different from one household to the next. While, my punishment might not be ideal and it was harsh, it also has given me some time to really put my life into order. It has shown me where my training is needed. I has also shown me who will really be there for me when I need them most; Matthew and Gala.

I take a deep breath. My chest expands slightly, then deflates slowly as I let the air expel from my nose very slowly. It's rather calming to just let my muscles be limber. Especially for the news about his sister. I let his voice float around my ears as I process what he's saying. What he's telling me about why she was mad at him in the first place. Apparently, he was doing what he needed to as a brother. A more physical way of handling it, but with the way Matthew is, I couldn't imagine any other way to handle it.

"but... if she wasn't being treated right, you were just doing your part to protect her? The way I see it, she was lucky to have someone like you watching out for her. Your her brother, afterall. The guy must have been a real jerk." I let my thoughts wonder to Jins for a moment. If she was treated the same way I had been treated by Jins, then he deserved whatever he got from Matthew. It would only be karma to bite him back in the ass. "This new guy that she married, did he treat her the same way the first guy did?"

Even though I asked that question, they way he quickly put off the the last bit of news, I assume he might have done the same thing again. I force myself to a sitting position behind him. The medicine making me feel slightly lightheaded, but I wrap my good arm around his middle, and lean my head against his back. "She'll come around one day."