Duo has a brother...
Chapter 3: I really want to know.

***Duo***

We were done with lunch, Brock paid for it, and said "Well, let's go." And so he headed for a Kawasaki with one of those carts that someone can sit in thats attached to the side. The bike was jungle green and black. Cobalt hopped in the cart thingy (AN: I don't know what they're called, okay.) Brock slipped on a helmet with a really cool design on it. It was a tiger, wolf, dragon, and lion. Yuri got into the driver's seat as I buckled in. Brock road off with us behind him. "Well, this is as close as I get to meeting your parents I guess." Yuri said. "Me too." I said. "What's wrong?" "Yuri, it's weird, but, I feel I've known Brock a long time, and yet we've just met. I mean, I know he's my brother and all, but it's just weird. I've been an orphan all my life, and this guy just steps in and shows me a new chapter in my life."

***Yuri***

I didn't know what to say to him. I'm his bestfriend, and it's my job to help him in these kind of situations. And I didn't have any reassuring words for him. I needed to say something. But, what? We arrived at the graveyard, where Brock got off his bike and brought a bouquet of white roses out from the cart thing (AN:I'm gonna start calling it that from now on.) He then said "They're back there. Follow me." Brock began walking to where a tombstone with the names "Tyrannis Karlyle" and "Jade Karlyle" on it was. We stopped there, and Brock set the roses down on it, between the two names. "I kept my promise, mom and dad. Here he is. You may not recognize him after all these years." "Hi, mom, dad....." Duo said. I really wish I understood how those two felt. I felt sorry that they were just now meeting and Duo never got the chance to meet his parents. He never got the chance to give his mother a mother's day card, play baseball or basketball with his father. Never got to get beaten up by his older brother. Well, that he could probably live without. But still......atleast his parents wouldn't be disapointed in him for anything. Yet, is that a bad thing? Never getting a chance to get a scold from your parents for breaking a window, or something like that. We spent a few minutes there, then Brock said "I gotta get going now. I got some stuff to do. I'll see you guys later I guess. It was really nice to meet you Duo. And you too Yuri." Brock went to his motorcycle. Cobalt, waiting obediently for Brock to return, gave what looked like a look of concern to Brock. Brock rustled up Cobalt's fur, put on his helmet, waved to us, and sped off. I turned to Duo, who was looking down at the grave, still as a statue. "Can I stay here a while Yuri? You can go home if you want. I'll just hitch a ride back. I need to stay here a while." "I'll stay here with you then." I said. "Okay."

***Duo***

I had alot on my mind now. What would my life be like if I had my parents? If I had Brock around? Would I have been a Gundam pilot? Would I have ever met Yuri? These questions floated through my mind. If only..... "Duo?" Yuri's voice woke me from my thoughts. "Huh? Oh, um, sorry..." I said. "Well, let's go." I passed her and went to the car. Ther drive home was kinda quiet, and I knew Yuri wanted me to say something. Heck, I wanted to say something. But what? Man.... Then my cel-phone bipped. I got it and said "Hello? Duo speaking." "Duo? It's Prof. G. I need to see you and Yuri today or tommorrow. Come by A.S.A.P. Tata." "See ya." I closed the phone. "What is it?" Yuri asked. "It's Prof. G. He wants to see us today or tommorrow." "Why?" "I got a pretty good idea why. And I doubt I'll like it." He can't have our gundams ready now! He chooses the worse times to do these things to me. Man. Well, we could go see him tommorrow, no big deal. We arrived home and when we got up to the apartment, I slumped down on the couch, and decided to think a little about my current situation. Yuri, being the considerate person she was, left me alone. I wondered what Brock and that dog was doing now.

***Somewhere else***

***Cobalt***

The trip back was as all of the rides in the motorcycle were, bumpy and downright dangerous. Honestly, it's like my master, Brock, wants to get us killed, or himself anyways. I could easily just jump out. I don't know about him. What with that careless attitude of his, he could hurt himself one day. He has been rather reckless lately since he found the big black monster. He told me his father had made it and it was the prime reason his home had been attacked when he was a boy. The big black thing reminded me of those gundam things I saw on the people box. Humans call the people boxes televisions. We animals always called them people boxes because of how much attention they get from people. It's truly sad how humans waste their lives over trying to get more power. I never understood power. Why would you want something you could get killed for? Humans always tried to get power or defend the power they had by using the big things they called mobile suits. I heard a speech from the people box once that told how we should try to obtain peace.

What I want to know is, if they want peace, why don't they just stop fighting? Brock told me about this place called the Sanc Kingdom that was pacifist. Pacifist must mean target since those OZ people wanted to get rid of it so badly. Brock also told me how he wished all nations were like the Sanc Kingdom. I thought he wished for them all to be targets. This confused me. Why would anyone wish to be a target? Well, he told me this while he was fixing the big black thing. The big black thing scared me. It towered over everything. Brock said there were lots of big things like the big black thing. But that the big black thing could annihilate any of them. That made me shudder. A thing that could destroy it's own kind? That sounded crazy. Why would anyone do that? Well, despite my constant warning sounds, he decided to fix it up and use it. I'm beginning to get gray hairs on my muzzle from him worrying me. I had heard of people dying in those things, and if he died, well, I'd be alone and homeless. We're all we had a long time ago. And still we are to this day. But now, he's found his brother, and well, he's got more to lose in this world. Well, as his best friend and faithful companion, I promise to protect his brother too. And that girl since she seems so important to the brother. I guess she and Duo were in love or something.... Well, since she and Duo are mates or somethings like that, I'll be there faithful guardian as well. Despite being a wolf, I still had canine in me, and that included loyalty. Plus, the human girl, I think her name is Yuri, smelled honest. And nice. She might take me in if Brock died. And I'd protect her and Duo's pups if they had any. I guess I'm getting a little ahead.

Well, Brock pulled us into where we were staying, and he still wasn't careful with the driving. I hopped out and walked along side him to where the black thing was. The thing gave me this weird feeling, a mix of fear and angst. "Relax, boy, it's not gonna hurt you." Brock said scratching the back of my ears. One of these days, that won't work. But until then, I'd just always get on my back and expect a belly rub. "C'mon, get up, we got work to do tonight. If the rumors are true, we only got a few hours." Not another mission.... I'm gettin' tired of every night us always going out and invading the OD place.

"It's to get information, Cobalt.." he says, "We'll be out of there in no time.." He says. I'm still recovering from the last time we invaded. What with the shower of bullets on my tail. I moaned. "Ah, don't be a puppy. You're our best weapon." Brock said. That doesn't help me either. Awe well, there was no convincing him other wise, so I prepared. I lay down and took a nap. I did this every night before our missions took place so I'd be ready and wouldn't lose sleep. On the other hand though....Brock always kept busy with his exercises. From those squat things to weights, he never rested, and if I didn't know better, I'd say he was a super human. He was rather powerful for a human, especially one his age.

Sometimes he'd bring out his guitar or violin and play a song. It's relaxing. He didn't though, he just went to work on those exercises. He makes so much racket sometimes its not even funny. I wasn't gonna get any sleep here, so I got up, and went to another room. No good. The place being as hollow as it was you could hear everything. Being as tired as I was though, I just fell down and began catchin Z's.

Hours later, I was being shook from a wonderful dream of porkchops, and all the stuff humans eat and won't give you. I got up and Brock already had on his usual outfit. A jacket, black tanktop, black jeans, and black leather fingerless gloves.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

*Ready as I'll ever be I guess* I thought. He got out the brown leather collar, and put it on me. I hate this thing so much, but he says it makes me look like a normal dog, not as smart as I really am. He got the leash and strapped it on the collar. We headed out. Apparently, he had gotten the black thing to the rendezvous point while I slept. I was impressed. The thing usually made so much noise. I guess he got it unrusted. We were now walking down the sidewalk. The street lights were on and the people who passed us looked scary with thier shadowy faces. One man made me feel uneasy. I wanted to bite him for some reason. But I didn't want to get hauled into the dog house.

Everything smelled so strange tonight. Not like the usual smell, but a different one. It's like when a trap is set for you and you can almost sense it, but not enough to avoid it and you don't have enough of the feeling to know for sure. This was on eof those times. Maybe Brock sensed it too, the way he walked so different, not the brisk usual walk he always walked, but a slow one, like we were being followed. That's what I liked about Brock, he was smarter then most humans. We arrived at the place. Tonight we were to destroy some information they had on the 5 doctors who made the gundam things. He told me if we didn't slow OD down secretly, it would get too strong for Duo and the other gundam people to handle. I guess he wants to make sure Duo doesn't die.

I would do the same thing for my brother, Smokey, if he were still around today. I miss Smokey and my brothers and sisters. Smokey, Togo, Rhonidaru, Silus, Miku, Quale, Gilgamesh, and Feronoki. My family, all taken to different Barton foundation places. We all had a bond that kept us from ever hating eachother. Humans call it love. Brock said all humans feel love for something. Do people who fight feel love for anything but fighting? If they did, would they continue to fight? Maybe I'm being silly about this. But, papa always told me you should only do something if you know it's whats right. Is fighting right if it's for a certain cause? Why do I always think of these things when I'm doing something else. I would write my questions down and give them to Brock to answer, if I could write of course. But, then I don't really know how to hold a pen.

He took the leash off me and gave me the signal. I jumped over the barbed wire fence and began running to the guards. "Cobalt, come back boy!! Oh no! Help, my dog's loose!!" Brock said. This was his plan to distract the guards. I'd play dummy while he went in to the OD place. I watched Brock leave, and then I began my act. One guard began running after me yelling "Come here, you stupid dog!! Heel, play dead! Sit!!" I barked at them to make sure they knew where I was and continued play running from them. I got my tail pulled on, and I bit the man who did that. He yelled out in agony, and cursed at me, holding his bleeding hand. I bared my fangs and began barking ravenously at the next man, who carried a boom stick. "I'll shoot you, you stupid mutt." I then jumped at the man, making him drop his gun and I then bit his arm, shaking it and biting the cloth of the jacket. He threw me to the side and he and the other guard beaghn running. I ran after them, barking as loud and fiercely as possible. I bit the slow one's butt and pulled him down with the hanging out goofy boxers. I was much stronger then him and easily bit him again. And again and again. Until finally he was crying from all the pain and all the lost blood. I let him go in pity. He began running off as fast as his legs could carry him. Well, I did my job. Hope Brock had good luck on his part.

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