Just as the sun was going down Y/N walked down by the ports in the city. As promised Angelo used his arcane healing magics of a semblance to get him good as new. Currently he was just walking down by the water with no real direction in mind.

'Silver medal' He thinks as he remembers the litany of actually silver medals he had stashed away.

Sitting down by the docks he looks into the water, it was still and glassy enough to just barely make out his reflection. He looked at his H/C hair, E/C eyes, oddly pointy ears, and unimpressive height and thought back about what Khaine had asked.

'You probably aren't even theirs' Y/N thinks remembering earlier in the day.

It certainly wasn't the first time he had heard that insult, and it certainly wasn't the first time he thought about the possibility. At the end of the day it didn't really matter, but the question still dug at him like a knife.

Looking up and sighing he looks around and tries to find something which could take his mind off things, and while he looked behind himself he finds a small corner shop which had an unmistakable symbol on in. moving over he walks in to the store and is greeted with the familiar smell of molasses.

'I wonder if they have it.' He thinks as he walks through the aisle.

Eventually after a little looking he found the did have it, a chocolate candy bar called 'Schlocko'. Picking it up he walks over to the cashier where the man was sleeping.

"Com licença." Y/N says to the sleeping man.

They wake up so fast that he couldn't possibly have been sleeping for long.

"Olá!" He says excited. "Um colega do sul do mistralian?"

"Sou" Y/N says nodding his head and smiling.

"Isso é tudo??" He asks pointing to the candy bar.

"Sim, isso é tudo" Y/N says.

He scans the candy bar and hands it back to him as the number 1.02 shows up on the .

"É bom ver um colega mistralian do sul." He says, "Vai pagar no crédito ou no débito?"

"Não, dinheiro." Y/N says pulling out a small bill and some change.

"Você me faz trabalhar" He says laughing as he counts the money on the counter.

He realizes that he has exact change.

"Suponho que não" He says.

Looking back at him now that his eyes had finally adjusted to the oddly bright lights he saw Y/N's face and immediately lights up.

"Nikos!" He says excited.

Y/N's expression dullened slightly and he looks back to the man.

"Me desculpe, eu não sou o bom" Y/N says a little miffed.

"Você é S/N certo?" He asks.

"Sim, sou eu." Y/N answers.

"Então você é o bom" He says.

This surprised him, and his expression lighted up a little, but he still felt urged to ask the obvious question.

"Você não está desapontado?" Y/N asks.

"Absolutamente não, você é tão bom quanto!" He says.

'Se todos pensassem assim' Y/N thinks while putting on a smile.

"posso tirar uma foto?" He asks.

"Com certeza!" Y/N says.

The shopkeeper takes out his scroll and flips the camera and Y/N walks behind the counter to take a picture with him. The photo is snapped and the man looks at it with joy.

"Muito Obrigado!" The shopkeeper says.

Before he leaves Y/N signs the back of his receipt and leaves. Looking back he sees the shopkeeper pins the autograph on the corkboard behind him coincidentally next to a poster of R/N. Smiling slightly he walks back over to his car and drove back off to Beacon.

*Timeskip brought to you by Brazil*

Sitting up on the top of the roof Y/N was just enjoying the nighttime of Vale. A most likely smuggled cigar he found in he got from Roman in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other he looked up to the starry sky and the broken moon and then down to the city.

'At least someone likes me.' He thinks sighing remembering the nice shopkeeper.

From behind him, he hears the door click open and quickly hides his whiskey away in front of him.

"Who's there?" He asks.

"Khaine." He answers.

"tch, back for another beatdown?" Y/N asks picking up his ashtray.

"No, you proved your point." He says rubbing his head, "I came here to apologize."

"You're only saying that because I beat you." Y/N spits.

"Maybe that's true." Khaine says coming and taking a seat next to him, "But, I felt bad."

"Why?" Y/N asks looking up.

"Because it ain't right, I tried to get you angry for a match that meant nothing." He says thinking back.

"Did you mean it?" Y/N asked.

"No, I was outmatched and I knew it, you saw you used your rhythm as a weapon and try as they might nobody could throw your rhythm off. I thought that maybe if I could get you angry and make you break it on your own I could expose a weakness." He says thinking back, "I exposed nothing but my own weaknesses."

Y/N almost laughed, not only at Khaine's strategy, but mostly at himself. He was ready to take this man's head off for a couple one off petty insults.

"It almost worked, you opened a cut on my forehead." Y/N comments. "I got angry, you struck a nerve, but it's fine now."

"No it's not." Khaine says, "I should have had more respect for you."

"Why? Afraid my sister will come and haunt your dreams?" Y/N says. "She can do that you know."

"What do you mean by that?" Khaine asks perplexed.

"Oh don't you know, she's the 'invincible girl' anything you or I can do, she can do better, including magic induced nightmares." Y/N replies sarcastically while taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Regardless, I said nothing of your sister, I said I should have had more respect for you." Khaine replies.

This finally got Y/N's attention, and he looked over at him with a curious stare before looking back up at the stars and puffing his cigar.

"Thanks for the apology." He says looking away.

He slides over his whiskey glass gesturing for him to take a sip, he does and does his best to keep the drink down.

"How do you drink this stuff?" He asks laughing.

"You're probably tired of hearing it, but it's an acquired taste." Y/N replies, "Sometimes not much else to do back home."

Sighing he looks back over at Khaine and seeing a small mark on his forehead. The healers did the best they could but chances are that mark would be there for another week.

"You know you're not the only person to say those things to me." Y/N comments taking another sip from his whiskey. "No, far from it."

"I didn't think I was." Khaine adds.

"Sometimes I want to get rid of my last name, just be Y/N, no relation." He thinks out loud, "Yeah, just Y/N."

"Has it been that bad?" Khaine asks.

"I'm alive, so not that bad, just no matter how good I do, somebody will bring her up and it always becomes the same old, 'good job 2nd place'." Y/N spits out bitterly thinking about all the silver medals he had stowed away. "Anybody talks to me, my sister always seems to seep into the conversation."

Khaine looked up and now felt even worse for picking on him earlier.

"It's fine, just, exhausting." He says blowing out smoke.

"What do you think of your sister?" Khaine asks genuinely curious.

Y/N looks to him, to his whiskey, and finally back to him.

"Love her to death, she's my sister." Y/N says looking out to the city, "Just, wish I was a better."

"What do you mean?" Khaine asks.

"No matter what, I'll always be the number 2, the silver medal, the second, the Luigi." Y/N says watching the smoke drift up into the sky. "She shouldn't have to lug me around."

He takes a massive swig of what was left in his glass leaving it empty.

"está tudo bem, obrigado por ouvir" Y/N says slamming down the glass.

"What did you say?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing." Y/N says taking a second, "Just, thanks for listening."

"Least I could do." Khaine replies getting up to leave.

He gets up and begins on the walk back to the door, but his stride is interrupted.

"One more thing." Y/N says.

"Yes?" Khaine asks.

"Your weapon, it's that weird halberd right?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." Khaine says.

"Add a spike to the bottom, helps when your enemy is on the ground." Y/N says.

He nods and walks back inside leaving Y/N out by himself.

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'He's the only one to ever apologize.' Y/N thinks looking down to the city.

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A/N: If Anyone cares, Y/N's canon hair color is Green and Eye color is Blue