|Weak Hero| Change the Fate's Design

Fortunately, Silver and Kyrie managed to return home without anymore fights. Gray was angered by the sight of his wounded little brother. He and Kyrie helped Silver clean and bandage his wounds. Silver headed to bed but didn't immediately fall asleep.

'I just barely won against Ethan Evans,' He was angry at himself for being weak. 'I know Donald is definitely much stronger than him. If I were to go up against Donald as I am now, I'll lose for sure,'

"Donald?" Kyrie quietly asked. "Could I stay in your bed tonight?" Usually he slept either on the futon on the floor next to Donald's bed.

Silver was confused by the request but he saw how anxious Kyrie was. "Sure,"

Kyrie quickly crawled into bed next to Silver. He cuddled close but made sure not to agitate Silver's wounds. "I don't like seeing you hurt, especially this badly," He gently ran a hand along one of the bandages.

"I remember how worried you looked when I beat that group of upperclassmen back in middle school," Silver recalled. "Were you worried because of my importance to the Union, or did you actually care about me as a person?"

"It was mainly because if something happened to you, the Union would fall," Kyrie admitted. "But there was a part of me actually worried about you as a friend,"

"Then...when I died, were you only upset because I wasn't there to lead the Union anymore?" 

"No," Kyrie shook his head. "By then, I had already grown to care for you a lot. I was devastated by your death. Jake told me that you had wanted to stop but in my eyes, you didn't want to stop there. That's why I had attempted to continue the Union. I had thought you wanted to continue the Union,"

"I disbanded the Union at the Han River," Silver reminded.

"You said that all actions, before you give the okay, will be halted for as long as possible," Kyrie pointed out. "You planned to eventually reorganize everything and rebuild the Union,"

"After the fight with the White Mamba and doing some self-reflection while alone, I had changed my mind," Silver said. "The White Mamba had left such an impression on me. Someone so physically weak had such a strong will and was able to put up a good fight against me. Intellectually, he was also a challenge to me. He solved every single math problem I threw at him,"

"He was the only person you could see as an equal at the time," Kyrie said.

"Yeah,"

A silence fell between them. For that moment, they remained silent and just enjoyed the peacefulness. It was calm and serene, a feeling they both wished could last longer.

XXX

News of Ethan Evans' defeat at the hands of the Silver Phantom spread like wildfire via the Shuttle Patch. The group immediately approached him once he, Gray, and Kyrie met up with them the next day at Ttosikki Chicken. "Silver are you alright!?"

"I won," Silver smugly smirked.

"But you got badly injured," Kyrie reminded. "Hopefully you don't get into any more fights until your wounds heal or at least mostly heal,"

"He put up a decent fight," Silver admitted. "I don't think he existed in our universe. If he did, I would've most likely approached him like I did with Wolf Keum. I do think he's still weaker than Wolf Keum. If they were to fight, it'd probably be a close one though,"

"If you want, I can accompany you guys home so that you'll have backup in case someone tries to jump you while you're still injured," Jake offered.

"No, I'll manage," Silver shook his head. "And Gray is more than enough backup. What I'm more worried about is how I'll deal with Donald. I barely won against Ethan. Donald is definitely much stronger than him,"

"I suggest we—"

"Kyrie, no. I said we aren't going to hire people to kidnap him," Silver sighed. "As much as I don't want to, Ben and Gray will have to fight Donald when it comes to that,"

"But both Ben and me from your world fought against you in your world and lost," Gray reminded. 

"To be fair, if he hadn't celebrated prematurely he would've managed to actually to land a few more hits and knock me out," Silver claimed. "I think one more direct hit to the head would've resulted in my defeat, even if it were a weak attack,"

"Do you still think we can win against the Union?" Jimmy asked.

"That's why I think it's time to start training," Silver's grin looked rather evil. "We'll follow my training regiment, the same training regiment that Donald most likely followed too,"

For some reason, they all felt a sense of dread.

I thought I had completed this fanfic and had already imagined what will probably most likely be the ending. There is slight crack-ficness involved.