[Word Count: 563] Sorry I took long to respond. Something came up. And YAY for brother bonding! 
Finding his father wasn't as hard as he first thought. Like he assumed, he found his brother/cousin as well. It was like killing two birds with one stone. He had to admit, he was a little nervous about seeing his brother again. He would never forget the fact that he took his tail during one of his black outs. He never asked for it back out of fear. The way he treasured it, he did not dare ask for it back. What kind of reaction would he receive if he did so? Besides, what would he do with it once he had it again? Tape it back on his stub of a tail? In his mind, the way he pictured it, it didn't seem to look right.
He sat on his father's bed, letting his finger run across the flag which was placed on the bed. Looking at it made him think of home, which led to his mother. He remembered the times she taught him things which he thought was normal for everyone. He had come to the conclusion that all mothers slept with their children. He never experienced a normal rising. He never experienced the love that mothers usually give their kids. He was beaten and has done things with his mother that couples would do on their time alone. It was all he knew. His red eyes fell upon his brother. He still couldn't believe that Izaak had it in his mind that he was the one who killed their mother. No matter how many times he tried to tell him the truth, he denied it. So he gave up, for now.
He returned his gaze to the flag, continuing to trace figures on it. It wasn't long before he stared at his brother once more. Izaak seemed content with what he was holding. Sascha found himself wondering what it was that held his attention. He was soon finished with what he was doing and placed the book down. With that same frown on his face, his eyes were glued to him as he moved to him. His eyes flickered to his tail which was tied to his but soon fell upon his eyes. He felt his brother's arm around his neck along with him sitting on his lap. He did not protest at all and found no reason to stop him. Sascha even encouraged it by wrapping his arm around the lower part of his back, right about the waist area. He looked downward at his brother as he proceeded to nuzzle his chest. None of this felt wrong. How could it when he didn't even know if it was a right or wrong thing? He didn't know any better and Izaak was probably the same.
As their sisters spent time with each other, Izaak and he spent time together. Through intimate times prompted by their very own mother and him teaching him how to read and write, they have developed their own way of communication. Spoken words were not needed, only touch. His habit began to come out as he started blowing raspberries. He placed his free hand on his brother's thigh, the one closest to him, as he watched him. He felt the urge to kiss Izaak on the head as he felt his touch. So he didn't fight it and allowed his action to take place.
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