A chapter involving Chesher learing more about his family and most imporantly Travis. These two have a rocky relationship, but what do you expect.
Warning: I honestly can’t find any so if you find any please let me know
Chesher took a few steps back just marveling at the titan who...did he just fall out of the vehicle? The boy had to stand back up on his feet taking a few steps back to make sure there was some distance between him and this new Zuvain. In all truth, he couldn't take his eyes off of this man who was now supposed to be related to him. The guy had odd red hair compared to his parents. The head of the house male had brown, almost grey hair while his wife had blond curly hair that she obviously just brushed through and left laying. In all honesty his wife looked a lot younger then her husband, the only thing that distinguished her age were the few wrinkles around her eyes that could honestly be mistaken for lack of sleep.
His new brother honestly didn't have anything special about him besides his height and bright red hair that would have belonged to a human who lived in Ireland. Everything else was honestly pretty common. His hair was short, he wore typical blue jeans that had a hint of tater to them like he was just working outside. There were unrecognizable darker patches that were probably from mud or water. Chesher doubted anyone their size recognized the abomination attached to his pants. Of all things, the male wore a typical t-shirt. It was plain dark navy blue. Nothing else. It's probably supposed to be an undershirt that the guy just threw on.
Chesher looked straight in front of him and the last thing he noticed just made a shiver run up his spine. He wore work boots. Tan steel-toed boots. It looked like the man just skinned and tanned the hide just this morning. To patch up the whole ensemble, the boots were also covered in mud, but more distinguishable than the jeans. Just by the way the guy was dressed, Chesher could guess he was a hard-working man, definitely from out in the country.
Chesher watched as the head of the family walked over towards the younger man and helped him back up to a standing position by grabbing him from the shoulder. Such power. Such strength that he could never understand or have in this world. Not ever again. The father figure brushed off his hands while walking over towards Miss Garcia. "Let's get the formalities out of the way." His wife followed behind.
Chesher's eyes went wide. "Wait. Ummm you're just going to leave...me here?" he took a few steps towards the man he still didn't even know a name for.
Miss Garcia turned around herself to address the behavior of the young child. "I am just taking these two inside to get things signed and processed through. You'll be fine."
"But..."
The giantess gave a stern looked towards Chesher. "You will be fine. This will not take long." it was very evident she wanted him to remain outside for some reason.
The boy sighed lowering his head down to the ground. "Fine." He watched as all three Zuvain walked back into the building already discussing information about today. He sighed once more allowing hair to fall in his face. This was going to be a long day.
He turned around to once again grab his materials when he froze at the sight. The youngest male was still present. Now thinking about it only three did enter the building, for some reason the twenty-year-old stayed outside with him. In full view, the male was now crouching on the ground getting too close for comfort. Instead of grabbing for him though, he already had something in his hand. His bag.
"Hey! Back off. Now." At this very moment, it honestly didn't matter that this Zuvain was a titan or that they were alone. Why would this stranger have the gall to grab his property without asking? He marched over with his fists curled in on themselves like he was prepared to punch the guy. Chesher stood in front of the giant's boot with a stern look of dismissal. "I said back off and drop it."
The redhead raised his head a bit looking directly towards the human in his presence. He seemed to instinctually get lower by getting on his knees then slowly lower himself to sit on the concrete. It was very evident the guy didn't mind the ground or getting his clothes dirty, but he did seem to do one action Chesher wasn't used to from a Zuvain. He leaned backward like he was trying to get some distance between himself and the human. All figures he ever came across always tried to make themselves bigger or intimidating, sometimes not even meaning too. This guy...was trying his best to seem smaller? Even though with his enormous size, of course, it didn't work, but the kid had to admit the gesture was a nice change of pace.
"Look, kid. I wasn't going through your stuff or anything. Calm down. Just trying to help." he held the pack with only two fingers trying not to crush any items, but not realizing the bag was opening from his movements.
"Will you knock it off! You're going to lose everything I own...just...just put it down."
The Irish looking man slowly places the doll-sized bag on the ground, but with how he handled even setting it down, the zipper started to rip apart revealing the contents inside, some even started to spill out. With a "are you kidding me!" Chesher ran over to scavenge the few things that skidded across the concrete trying to make sure all items were accounted for.
He bent down to collect a comb when he felt a presence right beside his own. Slowly tilting his head to the side he wanted to so badly jump back and run. In his field of vision, the giant's hand was right next to him, trying to pick up a few items without crushing them in his ginormous and overbearing fingers. His instincts told him to get away, to get away from the ginormous being right beside him, but instead, he took a deep breath in and slapped the man's hand. "I will get it. Just back off will you?"
Like an animal reacting to a human's touch, the titan retracted his hand and placed it into his lap. " Sorry was just trying to help." Since the human didn't want any help he just leaned his head in a hand and observed his movements. "You're a jumpy little guy aren't you?"
Chesher rolled his eyes at just the sound of the titan's voice. He didn't even care what he said really just the noises coming from his vocal cords we're getting on his nerves. The only response he could think of since he didn't listen to the full statement, was another sigh. He didn't look up at the redhead and just picked the items up from the ground. "I don't need your help."
"Well, how is that a way to treat the one person who is trying to be nice. Plus where you're going you may need quite a bit of help from me."
"I can handle myself!" He abruptly stood up to give the intimidating man a staredown.
"Didn't say you couldn't, just stating a fact. I will have to say the elders of our kind have said you humans all looked so cute. It didn't matter who you were, and may I say they were right."
Chesher closed his fists one more time hearing the statement from the man. He could feel his own nails dig into his skin leaving marks, nothing to scar but only a stress reaction so he didn't flip out in front of him. The shivers ran up his spine just from anger and rage. "Look. All of you creatures." he looked directly up at the man just preparing to let all of his anger out and not hold back, but he noticed there was a smile on his face. Not one of intimidation or mockery. More like "I just accomplished something I wanted and I'm proud."
"Got you to listen to me with that statement, didn't I? Maybe you won't ignore me in the future?"
This was honestly one strange guy. He hadn't tried to grab him, intimidate him, well on purpose, and just seemed to want Chesher to talk to him. "Your a weird one aren't you?"
"I try to be." he tilted his head a bit giving a comforting smile towards the small one.
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He could feel every vibration of the instrument he was in. Even with his current surroundings being the hand of the twenty-year-old, he could feel the rickety tumblings of the tires against the pavement. Within the hour the couple came out of the building and announced to their son they were finished. Chesher told Miss Garcia his goodbyes, grabbed his bag, then looked towards the hand extended out to him. The titan still found ways to surprise him. He was so used to the giants just grabbing him, and he had the bruises to show proof of that. Cautiously, he climbed on with his only possession and forced his worries away. He just had to submit to the new "Families" power now. He honestly didn't have any other option.
This only lead to his new brother, he should probably learn his name, climbing in the back seat while holding Chesher to his chest. When he sat down he made sure to place the little guy on his lap like a child. It felt a bit demeaning, so he crawled over to the edge of the giant's leg, looking down. It wasn't that long of a drop. Slowly leveling his back so he could fall without damage, he jumped. There was no other choice he could make really. He tumbled onto the vehicle's bench seat with a roll. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have done that.
"You know, all you had to do was ask?" The redhead said watching the human with wide eyes. Chesher could tell he was a bit concerned with his reckless behavior, but in reality, if he thought that was reckless then the human was in for a world of trouble when he got to the house.
The human was brought out of his thoughts by the deep voice from the driver seat. "We honestly have about an hour drive back to the house. It's a small house out in the country."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I read the file just like you read mine." Chesher sat down on the cushioned surface, looking out the window the best he could. He could only make out what was in the sky or the tops of some items like telephone poles.
"Well, I doubt you have been at a place like this before. Country home, crops, we have horses, and even a dog"
"But don't worry about him. He'll be outside the whole time." The redhead chimed in.
"Yes. We couldn't really get a living arrangement for you so you will be sharing a room with Travis here for a time. Just until we can make arrangements that is."
Chesher assumes the twenty-year-old was the one he was talking about. So his name was Travis. He would have to remember that.
"Well I hate to ask mister but I didn't exactly get your name or your wife's."
"My apologizes." The head of the house said just barely looking behind him to get a good look at the human. "Names Sam and my wife's name is Bernice. Just call us whatever you feel comfortable calling us though." He immediately readjusted his head so he was looking out at the road.
Chesher sat in silence trying to take in everything. He has done this a hundred times, or at least it felt like, yet this time felt different. That scared, yet comforted him. Such conflicting feelings struggling for power. He didn't even know how to get used to this. The only thing he could tell himself was this will all change. Give them a few days and one of them will harm him. Just like the others.
He suddenly felt his body being lifted off of the cushion. He felt his feet dangle into the air and the protection of a surface underneath him leave. He frantically looks around at all sides. He knew this feeling all too well. The one referred to as Travis had plucked him up by his clothing and brought him into the air. Chesher knew all too well what to do. Instead of fighting and thrashing about, he grabbed the collar of his shirt to make sure it didn't cut off his circulation. Holding on with both hands, his feet dangled and kicked back and forth. He knew this would eventually happen, he just didn't think it would be so soon with how he was acting earlier.
Chesher then he felt his feet land on top of a hard surface. He moved his left foot back and forth, making sure it was a real surface and not just a trick of his imagination. He then felt the pressure from his shirt being pulled on released and quickly pulled his shirt down, looking all around. He stopped thrashing when his face meets that of the window.
"You're a lot jumpier then you try to portray yourself as. I was just placing you on the windowsill. Probably a better view from here than down there, especially since there is no giant blocking the view."
"Well warm me next time! And don't ever handle me like that again!" Chesher covered up his mouth as soon as it came out and turned his head to view the window. He couldn't bear to see the titans face after he just yelled at him. That's when the land came into view.
The human placed both hands against the glass and peered out. Before him were brown and green fields. Like that of meadows in a storybook. He could feel the vehicle suddenly pull off from regular pothole pavement to a dirt road. It went from smooth with some bumps, to a gravelly and jittery surface. He honestly had to slowly walk across the window sill with his arms out to make sure his balance didn't get the best of him and then clung to the edge just so he had something to grab.
He momentarily looked behind him towards Travis. He slowly extended a finger to show a gesture of goodwill and say I can help.
"Just back off." the boy remarked. He saw Travis shrug and retract his hand, but noticed a smirk was still present on his face. He could tell the redhead was trying not to laugh at the human's expense right now, but he did decline his help.
Chesher turned back around, still clinging to the side of the window, and watched as the house came into view. It was smaller than most Zuvain homes. It honestly just looked like an exact replica of a human country home. White with brown shingle roof. There was a small porch upfront, well small for them. He looked behind the house and noticed a cornfield, though he wasn't sure of that belonged to them or not. He was just surprised it was corn. The Zuvain didn't transfer many human foods to their size, it was too complicated. Then to tie the Homy feeling altogether, there was a barn that was left open with another vehicle parked in the front that looked like it was currently being worked on.
"Welcome home."
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