The wind brushed past the pinkettes long, beautiful, pink (obviously) hair. he sighed through his nose, keeping his head down, everything had washed away. he was lost in thought, outside of his window. just sitting on the little edge of the closed off balcony. he shook his head slightly, closing his eyes tightly before taking a swift look around, eyes landing on the clouds above.

The beautiful shape of each individual one, it was truly out of this world. "atleast you have freedom..a place to live freely without judgement.." he muttered at the clouds, pulling apart his sealed lips while doing so.

he felt that alot around his mouth. when you keep your lips shut for so long that when you go to inhale or speak through your mouth, your pulling away the skin from one another as if they had been melting into eachother. ironic, is it not? that's usually how you describe a kiss.

"And you?" a voice sounded from behind him. he looked, but no one was there. he sighed, moving his legs over the other edge and hopping off, onto the floor of the balcony. he peeked through his window. "Hallo?" he waited for a response, putting his elbows on the windowsill, resting his face in his hand. "anyone, uhh..spyin' on me in there?" he shook it off when there was no response, stepping inside of the window. he looked at himself in the mirror.

bags under his eyes, pink hair having looked as though he just woke from a deep, restless slumber. he fixed his crown to a proper position on his head, aswell as his robe. "better.." he mumbled to himself, leaving the room silently whilst grabbing his sword which had been leaned beside the door frame before the door had closed.

he walked past the dining room entrance, not even bothering to take a glance towards his brothers. he headed straight for training grounds.

the grass brushed against his boots effortlessly (oh to be a piece of grass being lightly swayed in the wind with the rest of my brethren.). he placed himself infront of the dummy, stepping back from it, tightening his grip on the sword. his brother, Tommy had been peeking through the doorway to the castle, watching The pinkette from a distance.

his eyes lit up as he took mental notes to himself of his brothers stance and such, wanting to be just as good as him but better in the very near future.

Techno inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a second before opening them once more, only taking in his surroundings for a millisecond and nothing more or else, quickly jumping up and springing at the Dummy, slashing it right in half but stopped down a bit below the middle, exhaling a breath he forgot he had in. although, that wasn't enough for him.

he'd been showing his weaker side around his father, one he never wanted anyone to see. and he wouldn't let himself forget it. he surely hadn't been coming out of his room alot. only to sit up on the roof or perhaps the edge of the balcony. he didn't come out to train very much, and when he did it wasn't very consistent, only once every few months.

he would probably turn to his beloved fishing rod in the duel though, he knew everything he needed to, there wasn't really any such reason he'd need to be training for this 'duel'. although, he's going to push himself far into training, not for the sake of winning, but for a distraction. since Phil knows he's going to be entering a possible near-death duel against someone that almost matches up to his pvp skills, he won't ask or worry about Techno training constantly over the next few hours.

he thought about genuine tactics that could help for a moment, before clearing his mind, he knew he wouldn't lose. that wasn't what kept bothering him, it was the fact that he absolutely despised it when people worked about him. he hated it everytime someone gave him a concerned look.

especially his own family. this family may have not been his blood family, but who cares about his biological ones? to him, this is his family. blood or not. what's the difference? if there's a line between the two, it's invisible to him. he dropped his hand down the blade of his sword, leaving a visible long scar over his veins as he dragged the sword on the ground by the handle, staring at the decapitated dummy for a moment before walking off.

loud footsteps followed behind him as he sat down underneath the tree, looking towards a book on the ground just to the side of him. "wait a minute.." he muttered, turning the book over to see the title. " so thiiiiis is where I left ya?" he traced his fingers along the letters, 'The Art Of Wa-' before he could continue, a loud blonde blabbered about, ruining the silence Techno was most enjoying. "TECHNO THAT WAS SO AMAZING YOURE SO COOL I-"

Techno sighed, pink strands blocking part of his sight. "you wanna move onto the harder lessons in your trainin', Tommy, I know. but you're not ready yet" Tommy huffed, kicking the grass below him softly, "you always say that," Techno added, "and I'm always right." The blonde rolled his eyes turning away, "you're a real twat, y'know that?" he shook his and began to walk off, meeting his best friend halfway.

the pinkette could hear the two blabbering on in the distance, Tommy complaining, Tubbo listening, as usual. nothing out of the ordinary. now back to what Techno was doin- wait a minute..what was he doing? he had already forgotten, his ADHD getting the best of him with his short attention span. he opened the book, reading along page one.

'Sun Tzu Wu was a native of the Ch'i State. His Art of War brought him to the notice of Ho Lu-' his inner reading had been interuppted on more, this time a fluffy haired brunette approached with Phil following a bit behind. "Techno." wilbur greeted with a warm smile. "Wilbur and..Phil?" he greeted back, more in a question before gathering himself up to speak again, "is there anythin' you need?"

Wilbur moved to let Phil stand beside him. "Techno, we need to talk." he tilted his head slightly, "what about?" Wilbur scoffed under his breath. "the duel you bloody accepted." the pinkette sighed, resting his head against the tree, looking up for a moment, making eye contact again with the two. "I was challenged, Wilbur. what else was I supposed to d-"

"decline." Wilbur interjected. "Wil.." Phil shot a look Techno couldn't quite describe the meaning laced behind it at the brunette. Wilbur exhaled, looking to the side, leaving room for Phil to talk. "We don't think it's good idea with your recent mental health." Phil calmly said, but that snapped some of the voices in Techno. "Ph-Phil," Techno started out shakily due to focusing his attention on repressing the voices.

"I've been fine." Wilbur interjected in more, "no you bloody haven't!" Phil went to say something to calm down the brunette but he raised his voice louder, snapping at the pinkette. "you've been in your room for weeks. you never come out to talk with us, your family anymore! you haven't eaten in about three days and you say youre 'fine'?! for fuck sakes Techno, please! listen to yourself!"

a few tears pricked in the corners of Techno's eyes, but he just stood, going to walk away from the brunette whom had tears flowing down from hid eyes like a river, and Philza, who stood there wanting to say something, but not saying anything at all. although, Wilbur grabbed his wrist with a shaky hand, forcing the other to stop in his tracks. "Tech-no please" his voice broke.

"what do you want me to do about it?" his ruby red eyes went darker than they were before, getting aggravated by the whole scenario. "T-Tec-" he shook his head, interrupting. "I'm not backing out from a challenge, Wilbur." Phil stepped in, finally speaking up. "we're not telling you to back out. we're asking you to reschedule and get yourself together." Techno turned to wilbur who nodded, dropping his hand from the others wrist.

"no." that caught both boys off-guard ad the pinkette went to walk off in some other direction towards the right. "w-what-?" Wilbur asked underneath his breath, watching his twin pass by as if it were nothing. 'Techno!" Phil called out. the blonde sighed after there wasn't an answer nor did the pinkette stop walking to turn back to them.

he brought the brunette boy into his chest, rubbing soothing circles into gis back as he cried into his clothing. "we'll get him to open up more..he just needs time.." Wilbur stood a bit taller, not getting out from hus father's embrace. "we've given him so much to already, Phil." Wilbur replied in a soft whisper.

meanwhile, Techno ran one he was out of sight. ran into his room, Tears rolling down his pinkish skin. he shoved his face into the pillow, crawling under the blankets. what was he supposed to do? he couldn't help but breakdown, wishing he had just reasoned something else with his brother.

maybe I he'd just spent more time with them instead of hiding away in his bedroom, afraid to look them in the eyes. he whimpered into the pillow softly. he had tossed his sword onto the floor and the book somwhere next to him on his bed when he'd entered the bedroom.

maybe he should've just atleast sat down to eat meals with them every morning like he used to. he had to pick himself up, he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, especially today. but maybe I he'd just let them out he'd be able to focus more on strategies to help him win. only if he kept his cries muffled by the pillow, he'd be fine.

after a good fifteen minutes he stood up, grabbing his fishing rod, sword, and ofcourse, his bow. he wasn't sure what kind of duel he was going to have exactly. I mean, it could be a sword only battle or an all weapon styled battle. either way, he came prepared. he guessed they wouldn't be allowed to wear armour as usually so he didn't bring any. plus, he knew Phil might bring armour just incase for him anyway.

he took in a deep breath, looking out his window once more. why couldn't he just focus for once? his eyes kept getting blurry but he blamed it on his ADHD as he often zones out. a knock on the door pulled him back into reality "Mr. Blade!" Tubbo ran into the room, stumbling I've his feet. "Tubbo?" he asked under his breath before raising his voice back up normal volume.

"what's wrong?" just what he needed, more problems most likely including his younger brother, Tommy. "It's Tommy!" he guessed right afterall. "what'd he do this time?" his monotone voice rang out in the room, a cautious look in his eyes. "he's-" he paused to catch his breath. "he's about to-" he huffed "h-he's about to do something stupid! you gotta come help!"

Techno nodded, making a small gesture for Tubbo to lead the way. what had Tommy gotten himself into this time? Tubbo stopped, pointing into one of the rooms where distant shouting could be heard. Techno made his way into the room, eyes slightly widening at the sight. "T-Tommy please don't-" Wilburs voice fell into a shaky tone, different from when he was shouting with the blonde moments before.

Tommy sat there with Wilburs guitar in hand before shouting out so many words at once, Techno couldn't quite understand what was happening until Tommy smashed Wilburs guitar against the table. "Tommy!" Phil yelled sternly. Wilbur covered his mouth, trying to hold in the tears. Techno had known for a fact that their mother had given it to him before she had fallen ill.

"Tommy h-how could you?"  the brunette spoke up again, a bit muffled due to covering his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. suddenly he went to run out of the room, not noticing Techno so he bumped into him, falling backwards. the pinkette held out his hand for the other, who took it although when he went to run again, Techno hadn't let go. "Wil," the brunette slowly nodded, tears falling from his eyes.

"are you gonna be okay? we can always get you a new guitar or somethin'" he shook his head. "i-it's not the same, Techno.." he nodded. "I know, Wilbur. I know." he let go and the slightly taller male ran off, not engaging in anymore conversation. Phil had been arguing with Tommy during the whole thing since he broke the guitar.

Techno glanced over, rolling his eyes before raising his voice above the other two, keeping a monotoned sound to his voice. "Tommy, your trainin' is gonna be postponed." The other two fell quite as he spoke but afterwards Tommy tried to run towards Techno to change his mind but Phil grabbed his arm. Techno just turned around, walked out of the room, and waved to behind him.

this was what he had to live with, an audible groan escaped his lips. what could've caused Tommy to do that? sure, he's gotten out of control before but he knew that guitar meant the world and more to Wilbur. infact, all Wilbur did all day was carry around his guitar, playing his music around the castle, in his bedroom.

or even outside. he spent so much Time with that guitar and Techno's pretty sure none of them would be as close to him as they were without having Wilburs music to talk about. this was definitely going to be a long day. especially for Techno.

(A/N: yeah yeah shush, I know it's not as detailed as the first chapter. but the next will be much longer and much more detailed to help you paint a better picture, I promise.)