mmm I'm cool.
Jimmy had a thing about swearing-
in English.
So the blonde orphan had resorted to expressing his most curse-worthy emotions with his own variety of choice words. Although Jimmy saw very little of Lord MacElroy, he had a tutor for every subject he was able to fit around his training schedule.
There had been PowerPoint’s against alcohol, and rigorous speaking tests in many foreign languages, but nothing Jimmy learned compared to how he physically grew. If he had been a little older, a little more educated on the real world, he would have known that his father’s insurance of his success was not the same as his father’s morning cup of coffee and evening shot of gin.
But Jimmy often found himself losing track of what he was thinking about when he remembered his childhood, like a part of him didn’t want to remember. He had retained his language and skating skills, and that’s all that really mattered- and when his hand nicked the hot frying pan he was glad he had some way of expressing himself.
“Merde!” The burnt finger instantly found its way to Jimmy’s mouth, and young MacElroy scanned the kitchen, unfortunately finding a smug looking Chazz at the kitchen table.
“What’s wrong princess? Never learned how to cook?” Chazz smirked at his own wit, and resumed reading the paper, although Jimmy was perfectly aware he was just waiting for Coach Robert to go watch the morning news. There was a Maxim stashed under the many pages of stocks and sports, just waiting to be admired.
Jimmy huffed. “For your information, I’m the one that cooks your food every morning.”
“Heh. Not very well.” Chazz insisted on continuing their childish banter, to salvage his manhood in his strange relationship with Jimmy.
But Robert was reaching his limit of morning bickering, and retired early to the den.
The moment he was out of sight, Chazz made a run for the upstairs bathroom.
“Bête.” Jimmy’s lewd comment was the only muted voice throughout the quiet house, overpowered by the morning news and the sizzling frying pan.
But Jimmy hated the silence.
He wasn’t all cold-hearted towards his brother though, so he turned the heat down on the stove a few notches.
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Breakfast remained uneventful, Robert occasionally announcing additions to the day’s practice. Jimmy and Chazz both responded with unenthusiastic mumbles of agreement.
It was to be another day to work on Chazz and Jimmy’s interchangeable Iron Lotus ability, although Jimmy was as nervous as ever.
He remembered the conversation with Coach, three weeks after Worlds, in the waiting room of the hospital.
“I don’t have the natural ability to do that again Coach” He said.
“It was adrenaline and fear that tossed Chazz high enough.” He said.
“If we try it again, I’ll kill him.” He said.
And Coach reluctantly agreed with him.
When Chazz reemerged on his own, with two feet free of his cast, Jimmy felt the nervous buildup in the pit of his stomach.
“Maledizione” Jimmy muttered to himself.
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Even with the possibility of moving to a proper ice rink for training, Coach and his boys stayed in the seclusion they had created for themselves. Robert made almost all trips into town to keep the pair’s location under wraps, but Chazz and Jimmy were always itching to compete, to just leave the warehouse and the cabin they called home.
“Jimmy! Bend your knees more” Robert called out.
The smaller of the pair found his turn to tango with Chazz’s life coming too soon. Although Robert had Chazz on a harness, his ability to save the larger man filled Jimmy with doubt.
“Now release in four rotations! Don’t let go until you see the ceiling!” Robert placed his foot over the pulley he had graciously installed to help lift Chazz’s weight. If Jimmy hesitated, like he had the past few mornings, he could activate the stop and spare Chazz from decapitation.
Robert mentally counted down Jimmy’s last rotations, his forehead wrinkling in apprehension. Three…. Two… One…
And the release was perfect, but Jimmy made no move to begin his part of the lotus. Robert quickly stepped on the brake of the pulley and suspended Chazz in midair. Coach prepared to express his grievances to Jimmy when he watched the younger boy fall to his knees.
“I can’t do it Coach, scopata, I can’t do it!” Jimmy folded into himself on the ice, the crown of his head resting on the frozen ground. Robert slowly lowered Chazz to the ground, although he had already started to worm out of the harness.
Chazz Michael Michaels felt himself hit the ice with a bit of a thud. He quickly composed himself and pulled himself towards his young partner.
“Jimmy... Jimmy… it’s alright, I’m alright.” Chazz pulled Jimmy out of his collapsed state, and helped him to the crates they had made into benches.
Michael’s couldn’t help but notices Jimmy had the same terrified look in his eyes, as when they had watched the North Korean Iron Lotus. But Chazz could tell that Jimmy was more then scared of the Lotus, something was haunting him.
'What if I do hurt him? Will he still consider me his brother?
He is the only family I've got...'
in English.
So the blonde orphan had resorted to expressing his most curse-worthy emotions with his own variety of choice words. Although Jimmy saw very little of Lord MacElroy, he had a tutor for every subject he was able to fit around his training schedule.
There had been PowerPoint’s against alcohol, and rigorous speaking tests in many foreign languages, but nothing Jimmy learned compared to how he physically grew. If he had been a little older, a little more educated on the real world, he would have known that his father’s insurance of his success was not the same as his father’s morning cup of coffee and evening shot of gin.
But Jimmy often found himself losing track of what he was thinking about when he remembered his childhood, like a part of him didn’t want to remember. He had retained his language and skating skills, and that’s all that really mattered- and when his hand nicked the hot frying pan he was glad he had some way of expressing himself.
“Merde!” The burnt finger instantly found its way to Jimmy’s mouth, and young MacElroy scanned the kitchen, unfortunately finding a smug looking Chazz at the kitchen table.
“What’s wrong princess? Never learned how to cook?” Chazz smirked at his own wit, and resumed reading the paper, although Jimmy was perfectly aware he was just waiting for Coach Robert to go watch the morning news. There was a Maxim stashed under the many pages of stocks and sports, just waiting to be admired.
Jimmy huffed. “For your information, I’m the one that cooks your food every morning.”
“Heh. Not very well.” Chazz insisted on continuing their childish banter, to salvage his manhood in his strange relationship with Jimmy.
But Robert was reaching his limit of morning bickering, and retired early to the den.
The moment he was out of sight, Chazz made a run for the upstairs bathroom.
“Bête.” Jimmy’s lewd comment was the only muted voice throughout the quiet house, overpowered by the morning news and the sizzling frying pan.
But Jimmy hated the silence.
He wasn’t all cold-hearted towards his brother though, so he turned the heat down on the stove a few notches.
__
Breakfast remained uneventful, Robert occasionally announcing additions to the day’s practice. Jimmy and Chazz both responded with unenthusiastic mumbles of agreement.
It was to be another day to work on Chazz and Jimmy’s interchangeable Iron Lotus ability, although Jimmy was as nervous as ever.
He remembered the conversation with Coach, three weeks after Worlds, in the waiting room of the hospital.
“I don’t have the natural ability to do that again Coach” He said.
“It was adrenaline and fear that tossed Chazz high enough.” He said.
“If we try it again, I’ll kill him.” He said.
And Coach reluctantly agreed with him.
When Chazz reemerged on his own, with two feet free of his cast, Jimmy felt the nervous buildup in the pit of his stomach.
“Maledizione” Jimmy muttered to himself.
__
Even with the possibility of moving to a proper ice rink for training, Coach and his boys stayed in the seclusion they had created for themselves. Robert made almost all trips into town to keep the pair’s location under wraps, but Chazz and Jimmy were always itching to compete, to just leave the warehouse and the cabin they called home.
“Jimmy! Bend your knees more” Robert called out.
The smaller of the pair found his turn to tango with Chazz’s life coming too soon. Although Robert had Chazz on a harness, his ability to save the larger man filled Jimmy with doubt.
“Now release in four rotations! Don’t let go until you see the ceiling!” Robert placed his foot over the pulley he had graciously installed to help lift Chazz’s weight. If Jimmy hesitated, like he had the past few mornings, he could activate the stop and spare Chazz from decapitation.
Robert mentally counted down Jimmy’s last rotations, his forehead wrinkling in apprehension. Three…. Two… One…
And the release was perfect, but Jimmy made no move to begin his part of the lotus. Robert quickly stepped on the brake of the pulley and suspended Chazz in midair. Coach prepared to express his grievances to Jimmy when he watched the younger boy fall to his knees.
“I can’t do it Coach, scopata, I can’t do it!” Jimmy folded into himself on the ice, the crown of his head resting on the frozen ground. Robert slowly lowered Chazz to the ground, although he had already started to worm out of the harness.
Chazz Michael Michaels felt himself hit the ice with a bit of a thud. He quickly composed himself and pulled himself towards his young partner.
“Jimmy... Jimmy… it’s alright, I’m alright.” Chazz pulled Jimmy out of his collapsed state, and helped him to the crates they had made into benches.
Michael’s couldn’t help but notices Jimmy had the same terrified look in his eyes, as when they had watched the North Korean Iron Lotus. But Chazz could tell that Jimmy was more then scared of the Lotus, something was haunting him.
'What if I do hurt him? Will he still consider me his brother?
He is the only family I've got...'