Knock, Knock? (Odion.)

The door opened and Declyn's eyes flashed up to the boy's eyes in front of him. Before he could say anything the other boy was muttering and began to close the door. Confused, he reached out, "Wait! I'm not looking for them, I'm lookin' for an Odion Martins? Is he here?" He asked trying to cover up his Irish accent as much as possible. He hated trying to speak with no accent because he ended up tripping over his own words sometimes and it was strangely uncomfortable talking the way he was.

He hadn't expected such a greeting. Of course, no one really knew him a whole lot because he was new to Hammel and so far hadn't had much luck socializing. America was so strange and different from Europe. The people seemed to be a lot more on the rude side and not very nice to talk to. Declyn hadn't done much to make people dislike him, the only problem he had usually was with his accent and his quirky ways. He couldn't help the fact that he was different. Nor did he really care what people thought of him, not here.

After some thought, Declyn finally looked at the boy. Really looked at him. The eyes were bright blue and his hair was a tit bit more red than Declyn's, but the face...the facial structure was similar. Even set in a scowl as the boy's was, he could still see it. The accent was different, not American, not Irish, but familiar. He'd heard people with accents like that before. At Kocher there were a few. But what if this wasn't Odion? Where was the other boy? Declyn sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, this was bound to be a difficult process.

Declyn was trying to keep his calm and not just bolt. This wasn't at all going the way he'd hoped. He'd hoped that he would know right away if the boy that answered the door was his twin or not. As oddly similar as they looked, he couldn't be sure. He'd never seen his twin, how the hell was he supposed to know what he looked like? Yes, this boy had the same eyes as his father and the hair color of his mother, but plenty of people had blue eyes and red hair. He knew that quite well.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet, even if this boy was ready for him to go. There was something there that kept Declyn standing in his place. He just was hoping his hallucinations wouldn't make this worse. He really didn't want to see a flying squirrel around the hallway. That would just creep him out and he really wasn't sure if the other boy would tolerate a crazy person.

"Well, I'm sort of looking for someone and I think he's that person, but ah hell I don't know!" He frowned and turned to walk away, "Next time I'll just ask random people if they were dropped off in a gypsy caravan! Maybe then I'll have better luck." Dec shoved his hands deep in his pockets and made his way slowly down the hallway, not looking back. He'd been almost positive that the boy had been who he was looking for. It appeared not.

Declyn didn't have a clue what else Odion was dealing with. All he knew was that this kid had gone to Kocher and people were always talking about how the two looked so much alike and even acted similarly. He was just looking for his brother because now that he knew about his twin, he was determined to find him. The thought of living with the hole in his chest was scary and nearly unbearable. Declyn just couldn't handle that sort of thing, if he had to, he very well could start resenting his parents.

Whoever this boy was, clearly he knew Odion. How well? Dec didn't know. He just wanted to know where the hell Odion was. His headache was beginning to become a nuisance and he wasn't in the mood to deal with someone who thought he was tough. With a deeper frown at the boy's question, Declyn shook his head. "I don't even know who that is, but no," He answered quietly before making his way down the hall.

Before he got all the way down and out, Declyn was slammed against the wall and he winced as his head made contact with the wall. Gritting his teeth, Declyn pushed the other boy off of him and narrowed his eyes, "Who the hell do you think you are? You don't know me, lad. Look, I damn well told you that I was lookin' for me brother. I haven't seen him since I was a wee little thing when my parents got rid of us! Unless you know where the hell Odion Martins is, you're no use to me. I bid you g'day." Declyn said through his teeth as he pushed past the other boy. He wasn't in the mood to fight. Not now.

Declyn gritted his teeth together. The more this boy freaked out on him, the more irritated he got. What the hell was this guy’s problem?! He hadn’t even done anything for crying out loud! All Dec was trying to do was figure things out. Before this he’d had his whole life figured out, planned. He was ready for the future, but now that he found out about his brother, all of that changed. He didn’t know what he was going to do in the near future. He wanted to look for his brother, but he also couldn’t give up on his passion. He planned on being a photographer and that included going to school. He couldn’t go to school if he was traveling everywhere looking for someone he’d never even met.

Once he broke away, he figured that was that and it was the end of the conversation. That wasn’t the case though. No matter what he did, this boy just wouldn’t leave him alone. Hadn’t he been the one ready to shut the door in Declyn’s face? This was so frustrating that Declyn’s stress level was going up and that was rare. Dec was so laid back and took everything in stride, but this boy had a way of getting to him. The constant questions as if it was any of his business! Why did it matter so much to this boy? Gossip wasn’t something he wanted to feed into, if this boy knew Odion well that was one thing, if he’d tell Odion that Declyn was looking for him was another.

“Maybe he doesn’t, but I’d like to figure that out on my own thank you. You wouldn’t understand. All I know is that this guy Odion looks enough like me and acts like me to make people notice. Then I found out that I had a twin brother. I’m just trying to figure out if it could be him,” Declyn said softly in a broken down tone. He was rarely sullen and down, but the more he thought about his brother not being here, the more upset he got. “If you do know Odion, will you please just tell ‘im I’m lookin’ for ‘im?” He asked with a weary expression covering his face.

The last thing Declyn expected was a perfect brother. He knew things would be rough starting out because of course his twin would be under the impression that his parents didn’t love him, didn’t care. Dec knew otherwise though, even if his brother wouldn’t believe it, Declyn would. They’d gone out looking before, around the same time that they found Declyn at the orphanage. It explained all of those nights he heard his parents arguing about someone that he didn’t know. All of the times he’d see tears in his mother’s eyes when he did something new.

Declyn just wished that he could tell his brother that.

It wouldn’t be the same at all once he found his brother, but he knew that it could make his life better. He’d finally have someone who might understand his quirks and would accept him for his craziness. That’s all he needed. Having friends was one thing, having someone who had a twin connection to him would be something entirely new. It excited him that he’d get to experience something new and strange, but he was afraid that he’d receive the rebuttal from his twin because their parents weren’t there to hear it.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I came here lookin’ for meh brother,” Declyn answered shaking his head slightly. What was it to him? Dec was clueless. He really had no idea that the boy that was in front of him was his twin. That this boy was his brother. It hadn’t clicked. It was close, but it hadn’t yet.

Declyn’s eyes widened and he gulped. His subconscious mind knew that before it was said, but the realization struck him hard. Just because this was Odion, didn’t mean they were brothers. Dec’s eyebrows pulled together and he narrowed his eyes, “I swear if ye be lyin’ to me…” He trailed off and watched the boy in front of him. He was telling the truth, Declyn could see it now by the fear in his eyes. This was his brother. It finally struck him. “What I told you before, about my twin…did that happen to you?” He asked quietly, trying to brace himself for an answer.

Declyn was only getting more frustrated the longer he went without knowing if this really was his brother. If it wasn’t, he was wasting his time and he wasn’t particularly happy about that thought. He had better things to do than have a battle of indifference with this guy. Vulnerability wasn’t something he showed often, but here he was showing it and instead of getting a straight answer from the guy who could be his brother, he was getting more of a cold shoulder.

He understood that his twin could hate him, in fact, he expected it. That didn’t mean he was just going to give up on having a good relationship with his brother just because of a mistake his mother made. He hadn’t done a damn thing wrong and he wasn’t about to be blamed for what happened to them. What his twin didn’t know was that at one point he had hated his parents, too. He was a little young to fully develop those feelings of hate, but they were still there. Trust was something he was still lacking on a bit, even if things were better between him and his parents. He did still find himself doubting them sometimes as well. It wasn’t the same as having never been taken back by them, but it wasn’t as if he felt nothing but trust and love for his parents.

Declyn didn’t have the time for this, but instead of leaving, he leaned against the wall and sat down on the floor. Exhaustion was settling over him, not because he was tired, but because he was becoming emotionally drained. Having traveled to America to find his brother and then to be turned away, it was wearing on him. Dec had tried to prepare himself for this outcome, but the truth was, he had been hoping. Taking out his zippo lighter, Declyn flipped it open and checked. He couldn’t be sure if this was a dream or if this was his reality. He was hoping for a constant flame, but once it flickered, he sighed and shut the lighter.

The longer he sat there, the more he was tempted to leave and find a good bar so he could drink and have a cigarette. The stress he was under was starting to make him on edge and yet, he still didn’t move. He sat there trying to figure out what he was going to do from here. He couldn’t go back to Kocher now, he’d already transferred over to Hammel and had a dorm room. He could avoid this boy that could be his brother, but that thought only brought the gaping hole in his chest to the forefront of his mind. Declyn really didn’t know what he was going to do now. Pulling his knees up to his chest he ran both of his hands through his hair and folded them on the back of his neck.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.