MOSS One-Shots, putting it here Cuz nobody reads that crappy Random book anyway

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Seven handed Six the band-Aids from the kitchen cabinet and passed the glass of water over to Mono, he took it and poured some into his hand and reached for Six's leg, they hissed as their leg felt the cool water leak into their wound.

"Hey, it's fine, ok?" Mono said, grabbing the band-aid from Seven and putting it on Six's leg. "You just gotta keep it cool, right?"

Six stared up at Mono, teary-eyed and snot beginning to leak out of their nose. "Hurt..."

Mono patted Six's head. "Yeah, I know, but it's gonna be alright, ok?"

Six sniffed and cuddled more into Sevens lap, Seven just looked up at Mono, face all screwy and twisted; like the face you get when sucking an old lemon.

Mono let out a small laugh and patted Seven on the head. "Why are you laughing, Mono? It's not that funny..." The small boy said, his voice soft and small; it's so cute when he cries-

"Nothing, Sev," Mono said, picking up Six and putting them on his lap.

"I call sev sev..." Six whimpered, clutching Monos coat like they where a leach.

Mono hugged Six tighter. "Yeah, but is it ok right now, yeah?"

Six nodded, wiping tears away as Mono put the cup in the sink and gave the band-aid one more pat - Just because it wish's you good luck if you do that, hey, what do you mean you don't do that? - for a 'safe recovery'.

Six gave a little giggle as they hoped off of Monos lap and gave him a hug, whispering a 'thank you' as Mono smiled. Seven looked at the two, a slight smile on his face, but it quickly disappeared.

He put the band-aid box back in the cupboard, hoped off the kitchen branch and walks off out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

"Hey," he heard the ruff -but kind- voice say from the kitchen doorway, he turned, seeing Mono and Six in the door-frame made a shiver run down his spine. "Where ya going, bud?"

Seven was ready to run, but he stopped himself before he could make a move. "Just going to...um...the...the front yard..." he studded, catching himself off-guard for a second as his voice seemed to crack.

Mono stared at Seven; a face mixed of concern, sadness and understanding, he'd seen it before, it didn't really matter that much, but it still made the dead boys wings dim for a second, but they lighted up after Mono took notice.

"Well, ok." Seven cursed to himself softy. "Just don't stay out there too long, ok? Remember, there's....monsters in the dark," Six whimpered at the word 'monsters'. "Ok?"

"Ok," the boy replied, turning and walking off, humming a tune - Mono swore he heard it shift from happy to sad.

Seven hummed down the corridor, down the stairs and stopped as he made it to the porch, a shaking tear escaping his eyes. He broke, then and there, collapsing to the ground, tears streaming down his face and hands shaking.

"Dam," a voice cursed in his right ear. "Dam dam dam dam dam! We could've Holden it together if it wasn't for you! Crying like a baby, pathetic."

"Stop it," a voice in his left ear cooed. "If it wasn't for you with you big month, I could've gotten out of there! Now look what you've done, you've made him suspicious! Great job!"

"Shut it you lot," a gruffer voice yelled at the back of his head. "If you'd just let me and her do what we needed, none of this would happen, now would it?"

"Yeah! You should listen to him!" A voice shouted, creating a headache. "At least he had a plan! Unlike you guys, always so reckless, don't ever think."

"Guys...your making him cry again..." a calm, little voice pipped in, creating the headache to seemly fade it's pain and ringing away. "We don't want him sad...again..."

"Oh shut it, little miss 'helpful'," the first voice yelled, a little whimper from the soft voice was heard. "Who cares."

Seven cried, the voices grew, making him want to scream, and cut away the pain.

He gritted his teeth, and through the headache, the tears, he managed to say something.

"Stop..."

Ok, next one!

Seven hummed the sad tune that he had had for ages in his mind, swinging his legs from the broken ledge as he looked thoughtlessly into the front yard; the gray green grass with little bits of glass scattered about, the broken brown fense with its paint pealing off; Mono always said he'd paint it when he had time. Seven sighed, why did he get blamed for it? It was only an accident...

"Hey bud," he heard a husky voice say, he turned, frightened for a moment. "What's on your mind?"

Mono sat down next to Seven, putting a hand around the dead boys shoulder, trying to calm and block the shouts that rang through the streets. Seven looked up at him, eyes a milky blue dashed with a tingle of purple, staring up at the dark chocolate brown ones - which Chara always referred to as Chocolate Eyes - of the thrent coat kid.

"Just thinking," the small child replied, thumbling with his fingers as he spoke.

"About what?"

Seven pursed for a brief moment before pulling his knees up and hugging them. "Nothing..."

Mono pulled him closer. "Well," he looked at Seven, then back out at the frontyard. "It can't be nothing if you smashed my pot plant," the boy widened his eyes in terror. "....That I need to replace....So..."

Seven sighed and dug his face into his knees. "But it was your favourite..."

Mono chuckled. "So? It was getting old anyway, and pls, I'm sure I'll fix it in no time." He gave a little thumbs up as Seven stared out into the yard.

"I'm sorry," the boy whimpered.

"Hey, it's fine, it's fine," Mono rang his fingers through Sevens dark-brown heir. "Im not mad, ok? Not about you screaming, or getting angry, or anything that you did to make you think I was mad, ok?"

"Ok..." Seven dug his face into his legs again and felt tears running down his face.

Mono stopped playing with the boys heir and pulled him onto his lap and pulled the boys face up to face him. "Hey, Sev, it's fine, ok? You don't have to cry, ok? I'm not gonna get mad, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, alright?" Seven sniffed and wiped away some tears; only to cry some more.

"I'm sorry, I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'msorryI'msorryI-" The boy babbled and cried into Monos shoulder.

Mono hugged him tight and began to rub the poor boys back, trying to calm him down. Seven cried and hiccuped as Mono began to hum a tune. A sad tune, but he knew that it would calm him - it had worked on Six, so why can it not work on the eight-year-old?

Seven and Mono sat there, together. Even if it was only half an hour, Seven calmed down and Mono joined him as they came back to the others. Even if Seven was still a little sad, he was fine non-the-less. And even if Six was a little scared of Seven, they made up because - well - their siblings, and siblings make up no matter what they did to each other before - well, siblings who have a special bond, that is.

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