Libra's pov

It might've been just me, but I personally thought it was a miracle our new apartment didn't break down right away. Considering the state of the rest of the building, this apartment turned out to be amazing. No dust, like I expected, no spider webs, like I expected, no broken furniture and garbage spread out through the living room, like we all expected. Taurus would better not ruin this was a sarcastic comment, or I'd –

'Only three bedrooms. Just great,' my brother's voice yelled from somewhere back in the apartment.

Thanks a lot, Taurus.

But when he appeared in the door opening, he looked a whole lot different than three seconds ago. His eyes were curiously looking around, his hands weren't clenched into fists and his expression wasn't "ready-to-murder", like every time something pissed him off. And, well, even if this place wasn't really home yet, it was good enough to us. Or to me, in any case.

The moment I walked through the opened front door, I knew I'd like to help dad out with repainting those old, brown walls. The floor was covered with wooden planking, still nice and it didn't need to be changed to my opinion. The hallway was just wide enough for one person, but certainly long enough for a few more, which came great. It ended in another small hall and two doors; one to right, leading to the kitchen, with its wooden countertop and white painted walls. A few things seemed to be left behind by the last owner, but we'd replace those with our own stuff. The floor switched to white and black, stereotypical kitchen tiles, with – which I noticed after a few seconds standing – something warming underneath them. We should probably check on later if the third floor wasn't in flames, I thought. Back into the hall, through the door on the left, was the entrance to the living room. The wooden floors were back, and half of the walls were painted a light shade of blue here. The other half were white, just as in the kitchen. On the right side of the room, it had large window, with a door made of glass in it and when I walked closer to watch the view, I saw the balcony. Pretty large, or larger than I had in mind. It lead to another door of glass, which seemed to go to another room. As I entered the room, I recognized a small, yet nice bedroom, with brown walls and a white door. This door led to the hall again, and I saw another two bedrooms to my left and something that looked like a bathroom, judging by the shower and the toilet.

I heard a shriek of the door behind me, and within a moment, my dad stood beside me. 'I promised you,' he said. 'You may pick your room first.' 'The biggest,' was my immediate response, 'because I'm going to share it with Sag.' Dad didn't have any commentary and just nodded, so I walked back to the living room to tell the good news to my brother.

'Guess what,' I said Taurus when he walked out of the kitchen, 'you've got your own room.' He looked at me for a moment, staring at me just in silence. It didn't look like anything would happen, until he opened his mouth.

'Thanks, Libra.'

'It's nothing,' I responded. 'The least I could do was take our little, annoying hyperactive brother in.' 'Speaking of the cute thing, where is he?' Taurus frowned, and I shrugged in response. 'We better find him, before he's jumping off the balcony screaming he's capable of flight,' I chuckled, and walked back into the hall, while Taurus yelled: 'Come on, Sag, where not playing hide and seek anymore!'

He wasn't there, but after a quick and certain look to the still opened front door, I found Sagittarius staring over the edge of the railing, looking down to the ground. 'Sag, don't!' I quickly shouted, pulling him back to the apartment. He didn't answer with a sarcastic remark, as I was used to, but he shook me of and pointed back to the edge.

'No, Libra, look! There's someone down there!' This was a lot better than hearing the words "No, Libra, I'm sure I can fly" again, and trusting he wouldn't push me once I stood there, I walked up to the railing and gazed over it.

'I don't see anyone, Sag,' I exclaimed after gazing everywhere I possibly could, and turned around to a confused Sagittarius. 'Very funny, but if you're trying to get yourself beaten up, I'd recommend to try this with Taurus.'

'What?' he responded, still with a surprised expression on his face. 'Wha- Libra, you have to believe me! I saw someone down there!'

I shrugged and walked back to the door. 'Well, even if there was someone standing there, I wouldn't mind. It probably means noth–' 'It probably means we have neighbors,' Sag interrupted me, and for one time, I had to admit he was being clever. 'Think about it, nobody just gets all the way here to drop their garbage, or a body bag, or whatever it was. Maybe we'll get to meet someone who's written their name on that plate!'

'Fine,' I sighed, 'we'll wait for two minutes and if nobody comes up, were getting inside and help dad with stuff, deal?' He nodded enthusiastically, and started staring at the end of the long hallway with doors with a frozen smile on his face.

After living with this geek for over ten years, I really should've learned not to listen to anything he says anymore, because, of course, no one showed up and I had to call Taurus to help me get the struggling Sagittarius inside.

'Sorry, baby-brother, but from the story I heard from Lib, you were completely fooling him again. Have fun living with him, by the way,' said Taurus, and he smirked widely at me before disappearing into one of the bedrooms.

Oh, right. Why did I take Sagittarius in again? Because I pitied him if he had to sleep with Taurus? I gazed over at my smaller brother, who now started to look a lot like Taurus when he was pissed off – which was always – but instead of looking actually pissed off, he looked more like a frowning pig who was wondering why his pig brothers were being so mean to him.

Taurus' pov

I snickered as I walked into the bedroom I had chosen as my new one, leaving Libra with the our brother. Actually, I should've thanked Libra for taking Sag in. I would never be able to put up with him in the same room, and well, even though having Libra as a roommate wouldn't be so bad, I wouldn't want Sagittarius to have his own room. Mainly because he'd rub it under my nose every day, but also because, knowing myself, I'd become extremely jealous.

Dad turned around at my enter, smiling a big, bright smile I hadn't seen in a while. 'So, what do you think? Pretty nice, right?' I rethought the kitchen with its tiles, the living room which would soon have the soft couch and chairs, the bedrooms and with that, the bedroom I had to myself, and the balcony we didn't even use to have. But just as those came to my mind, I thought of our old home, with nice and big rooms, furniture all on the right place... and mum.

I sighed, letting my head sort of fall down to my chest. 'Yeah, it's alright. It just... doesn't feel like home, really.' I heard him sigh, and he slowly walked up to me and pulled me in a big hug. I felt the urge to push him away, to groan and disappear to the balcony, but I didn't. I sighed again and closed my eyes.

'I miss home, dad.'

'I know,' he whispered, 'but it'll be alright. We'll make the best out of this, and this will be amazing, even without the nice painted walls.'

'Or without the furniture yet,' I muttered. 'Don't forget the television your mother took,' dad said, and I was able to crack a small smile on my face. 'Yeah, I miss mum too. But, you know what I miss the most?'

Dad let go of me and smiled, waiting for my answer. I waited a second with him, then grinned the widest I could. 'Stairs with railings that aren't broken down.'

My father started laughing softly, and I laughed along. From behind me, I heard some other chuckles and it made me smile as like I had never smiled. This may have been an ending to an amazing time, it definitely shouldn't mean there wasn't a new start right in front of us.

'Taurus!'

'Get out, Sag,' I groaned, turning to my other side as I slowly opened my eyes. What time was it?

'Taurus, come on!'

'One more time, Sag, and you'll end up next to the pile of garbage outside, as a pile of garbage yourself,' I warned him. A yawn escaped my mouth, as I sat up and looked around through the haze of drowsily. Where was I? What was going on?

'The truck with our stuff came, bro! We have to get out to help dad and Libra getting everything upstairs!'

'Truck; stuff; hang on there!' I mumbled, closing my eyes only to open them again and get a better sight. It worked, now I could see I was sleeping on a blanket on the floor. In my new room, that was, with Sagittarius standing right next to me. 'Come on, we have to hurry! Otherwise they'll let us do all the stupid, heavy stuff!'

'Yes, and I'm not sure if I could handle doing that with you,' I muttered and stood up, pushing Sag to the side as I slowly got myself to the hall. No clocks around, great. 'What time is it, even?'

'About seven in the morning,' my brother answered, making me want to fall asleep again an kill him in my sleep. Why did he even consider waking me up? He knew I definitely wasn't a morning person, which lead to the conclusion I'd torture him if he woke me earlier than ten a.m. He, however, seemed to have forgotten everything he learned in the lifetime we lived together, so I gave him an annoyed look and walked up to the front door.

'Whatever. Go drown yourself, or something,' I groaned and opened the door. My eyes were blinded by sun rays right away and I stepped back inside, hissing while I pulled back into shadow. Sag chuckled and walked right past me. 'Fine then, Dracula. I'm downstairs, so if you feel anything for getting your stuff back before I get them, then –' 'Fine then, whiner,' I said and quickly set foot outside, knowing that if I'd turn around right now, Sag would be grinning like the Joker, probably.

Walking down eight long stairs, at seven in the morning, with a talking Sagittarius right on my heels, definitely replaced the worst thing ever – which was not being able to sleep 'til noon. It wasn't cold outside, to my relieve, and pulling a lot of heavy furniture to eight stairs and a long hallway helped to shoo away the cold that was left.

Soon, Libra and I were given a break – seen that Sag hadn't done anything but sitting on the couch and chairs was brought upstairs – and Libra pointed me on the plate above the door. '"WeLcomE to ThE CHaoS Flat". Well, I'd figured this wouldn't be the quietest place,' I grinned, and as a response Libra muttered something about me and Sag being way too optimistic about this.

'What? It's cool to know this thing has a name!' I called after him when he started to walk away. 'I think it's more of a reputation,' he shouted back, and started to get some boxes out of the truck. 'Whatever it strikes you as,' I resaid and followed his actions.

'I just thought this but go differently,' Libra sighed as we walked back into the flat. I nodded and we walked up the first pair of stairs. 'Or maybe I hoped it would go differently. I mean, I really hoped we wouldn't end up in a place like this, with broken stuff everywhere, psychotic-looking residents, and, well...'

He stopped half-way the fifth stairs, looking back down. '...it would also be a whole lot better if the elevator still worked.' 'Agreed,' I grinned, and we continued the walk upstairs.

Dad was pacing through the living room, his phone to his ear and make gestures with his hands. '...no, no, I understand. Yes, well, of course. This afternoon... it's a possibility, that's right... yes, but I'm not very keen of it – alright sir, same to you.'

'Let me guess, something's wrong?' Libra stated and dropped the boxes on the floor. Dad hesitated, something he almost never did, ensuring me and my brother there indeed was something going on. 'Ehm, the company called me,' he started, and I frowned after it. 'Which company? The moving company or the company that's apparently responsible for the state of this place?'

'Neither,' he said. 'It's my work, they want me to come over this afternoon since haven't been around there, because – well – yeah.'

Libra took it a lot worse than I did, obviously. 'But there are still so many things down in the truck – and your work must be about an hour from here! What time is it, do we even have enough time left for –'

'Lib, stop it,' I bit to him. 'You're being a real Sag here. This just means we get to furnish this place ourselves, which isn't a bad thing at all. Dad's only got to help us with some last heavy stuff, because I can tell you with trust that Sag won't do it.' 'That's the problem,' dad said and started scratching the back of his head. 'I have to get there right now, otherwise I'm going to be late, and stuff. You'll be fine, right?'

'I guess,' Libra sighed. 'What time are you gonna be back?' 'Probably late in the evening. I'm really sorry boys, but you'll have to survive without me.'

'Does this mean we can order pizza?' I asked him, and when he smiled and nodded I turned to a disappointed Libra. 'I suppose it might be alright,' he mumbled and dragged himself to the door.

If I was being real honest here, I kind of had to agree with Libra again when the three of us were waving after the disappearing car. The truck with our stuff was still waiting in front of the place – dad said it'd be picked up again around three – and none of us felt like getting the rest of our stuff up, even if it only were a few boxes. Sag appeared to get more annoying by the second and Libra kept whining about how everything would be better if dad wouldn't have left.

'Just stop it, alright?' I groaned to Sag when he balanced another box on his head. 'Fine, so I'm stuck here with you two. Does this mean everything has to be good?' 'Actually, you were the one saying it would all be cool,' Libra said and flashed me a typical arrogant look. My eyes narrowed as he ignored me, and walked back up with the last box in his arms. Something in my head exploded and I ran after him, up the stairs.

'Do you want me to say it? Fine then; this sucks! The divorce sucks, this place sucks and, you know what? You suck too! Indeed, everything was better when mum and dad were together – but they're not and there's nothing to change it. So don't be such a baby and get over it!' I screamed, and turned away from my brother to stomp my way back to the apartment.

'It seems you're the one who isn't over it yet!' Libra yelled after me, but I ignored it and started to jump up the steps to go faster. One thing was certain; I hated being stuck in this with both my stupid brothers. I could have fun with dad alone, and maybe even Libra and dad, but being here with all three of them just made me go insane.

Sag's voice shouted something up to me, but I didn't catch and if I would have, I wouldn't have listened to it anyway. I really hoped the stairs would crash down now – which wasn't even that crazy of an idea – because it certainly would make it a lot more silent here. I thought back to the plate above the door, and quickly shook my head. No, we've been here almost one full day and still no sign of life. It was impossible those people would still live here, or at least –

This was the moment I bumped into something solid, warm and not thin enough to walk straight through, all of a sudden right in front of me. Did I get upstairs already? Was this a wall? But as I clutched my head and took a few steps back, I saw a few things, different from what I expected. Yes, I'd gotten to the top floor, and no, this wasn't a wall.

The thing I walked in on turned out to be a rather small and scared-looking girl, holding a chair and two of its broken legs in her hands.