Sunset Brothers (Lee Logan, Ler Orange Side)
A/N: Based on my Orange Side theory that he’s Rage, as well as Logan’s brother. The title is based on art class, where my teacher said that blue and orange are the sunset colours.
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Logan laid in bed, feeling dull and dreary. Perhaps it was the weather or his loneliness seeping in. Whenever he’d lifted his pen, he found he couldn’t get anything down. His script was less than a quarter way finished.
A knock resounded in his room, and in came a man wearing an orange suit with black question marks all over it. The man wore glasses similar to Logan’s, except the left eye lens was covered with blue tinted glass. His shoes were fancy and black with white toes and heels. It was Rage.
Coming over to his desk, Rage wasn't pleased with the amount he’d gotten done. But he didn't want to tear up the pages Logan had already finished. That would only lead to regret.
Instead he sat down on Logan's bed and carefully wrapped his arms around him.
Logan slowly breathed in and out.
"Are you alright, Lo?" He said softly. His voice was surfer dude like in nature. It was very disarming, not someone you'd expect to carry a temper.
The man exhaled softly. His feelings were mixed and confusing.
"I don't know, Cyrus..."
"Do I have permission to cheer you up...?"
Logan blinked, looking up at him. "Alright."
To his surprise, Cyrus started tickling him all over his torso, starting with the sides.
"EEEK! Heheeheheheey!" Logan cried, wiggling about.
"Aww! You sound so adorable!!"
"Falsehood!"
Rage skittered his fingers up his stomach and ribs while giving raspberries to the back of his neck.
"EHEHEHEHHEHHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!"
"Tickle tickle! Are you cheered up yet?" He giggled playfully.
Logan shook his head, still laughing.
"Aw, man. Then we'll have to keep going, little dude..."
Cyrus squeezed his sides, making Logan's laughter increase. Then he blew air behind Logan's ears.
"EEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEE!"
Smiling, he continued, squeezing his hips and skittering over his tummy. A single finger booped his navel through his shirt.
Poor Logan fell into hysterics!
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" He begged.
"You gonna tell me what's up?"
"EHEHEHHEHEHEHHEEEHEHEH! YES!!"
Letting up, Rage let Logan catch his breath. He rested on the couch as Logan breathed heavily. He listened for his explanation whenever Logan was ready.
"The others..." he mumbled.
Cyrus felt his power course through him, orange sparks snapping from his ears.
No, Cyrus warned himself. Ask him about it and wait for his explanation,
"Did they hurt you?" He looked at his brother seriously.
"Not physically... And not intentionally..." He looked away and sighed. "I think they're just too emotional to acknowledge me in debates anymore... I cannot get a word in edgewise and I often feel like they don't need me. But they are my friends, right? And this is a cognitive distortion?"
That's it. Cyrus thought, his rage sparking. Nobody hurts my little brother like that!
He hugged Logan and comforted him, patting his back and stroking his hair. Waiting until Logan was asleep, he put him to bed and went downstairs to see the light sides.
Disguising himself as Logan, he got ready to give them a piece of his mind. And hey, if Logan stood up for himself, maybe the others wouldn’t be so quick to ignore him.
"Oh, there you are, Lo!" Patton said. "We were worried about you."
Roman looked clearly upset with himself. "About the debate, I apologize if I hurt your feelings..."
"Huh?" Cyrus said, feeling his anger subside. "Oh, right..."
Patton hugged him, and Cyrus stiffened, not having known Patton as well as Logan did. Seeing his reaction, Patton pulled away.
"Not in a huggy mood, huh? It's alright."
Cyrus half-smiled. Maybe he was wrong about Logan's friends.
Virgil popped up too. "I swear, if I ever behave like that again, slap me."
"I'm not going to slap you..." Cyrus muttered.
The others smiled at him.
"So, you doing okay?"
Cyrus nodded.
"Great!" Patton said. "I got us all some strawberry ice cream for tonight. Wanna pick the movie, Lo?"
"Wait just a second," Cyrus said, before sinking out. He sank in to Logan's room and patted his shoulder. Smiling softly, he muttered. "You were right. They need you, Logan. And they want you to pick a movie."
From his bed, Logan mumbled. He sat up and gave Cyrus a brief hug. "Thanks."
He walked across his room and reached the doorway, then turned to him. "Would you like to come too?"
Cyrus shook his head. "The dark sides are having our own movie night."
Understanding, Logan waved to him and sank out to the living room. "Greetings, everyone."
"Logan!" They cheered.
"I have chosen a movie. How does everyone feel about Wall-E?"
"Yeah!!!"
And so the light sides cuddled together on the couch and put on the movie. It felt nice to be together like this after a debate. Logan felt his spark returning, little by little. Maybe after this, he’d write a few more pages of his script.