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The Reason Why Javier Wears Glasses and Ignacio has a Scar.

Javier didn’t think that he’d end up in a situation he wanted to avoid at all costs.

He always knew that the other kids didn’t like him for various reasons; too smart, too small, too timid, too shy, too dependent on his siblings to try and even make a slice of a conversation with others. He was friends with few, but it was little and far between. By the time he would muster up the courage to ask them to play, they had already found new friends to mingle with.

Not that it matters. Javier liked to be alone with his books, anyway. And maybe play with his cousins while he’s at it. They were always more of a friend than the other kids in town.

Maybe it was his lonesome tendencies that he had inherited from his father that made him such an outcast. Maybe it was because of the fact that he was his father’s son. But such reveries are trivial when Javier was faced with three older boys that were twice his height, all grinning from whilst they backed them into a corner of an alleyway—the same alley from two years ago—where they ran away from their first encounter of bullies.

“If it isn’t poor little Javi,” the tallest boy, presumably the leader, crooned and snickered, “you’re finally out of your room, huh? Is the baby boy finally growing up? Hey, check this out! El pobre bebe Javi finally came out of his crib!”

“Ay, Dario, don’t scare him! He might call his big strong brother!” They laughed louder.

Javier felt heat rise from the back of his neck. He looked down in embarrassment and fiddled with the hems of his ruana as they continued to taunt him.

He just wanted to go to the pastures using a shortcut. Why did he have to play with his chances like this?

“...can you please let me go? I still have to go somewhere.” Javier squeaked. He flinched when the boys started laughing.

“Oh man, you see this, amigo? He’s practically shaking!” Dario, their leader, hollered. Javier felt more heat rise from his necks to his cheeks and the sting of tears that came from his anxieties manifested like a thousand needles upon his eyes. His heart thumped against his chest and the loose items that were strewn across the near barren alleyway began to shake and float, but the boys in front of him were far too distracted with their own merry taunting to realize. For a moment, he considered just use his powers to create a distraction so he could hightail and run, but then he stopped when he thought of his mother—what would she think if her darling Javier, the most behaved triplet of the three, the one she favored the most, would use his powers against other people?

What would abuela say to you if she found out?

With a deep exhale, Javier kept his mind steady and willed the objects to float down. He just had to endure this for a bit, maybe hope for them to lose interest when he was deemed far too unresponsive.

But of course, it never really did go as he planned.

And he wished he brought one of his Tia Julieta’s arepas with him as a back-up.

“...why are you doing this? I just want to go somewhere, that’s all. I don’t want any trouble.” Javier quivered. Dario stopped his chortles and stared right into Javier’s teary eyes. One might feel sorry; to bully a kid so small and so helpless without the company of his foolhardy brother or his persistently loudmouth of a sister, but it wasn’t the case for this bully, no.

“You see, my uncle doesn’t like your dad very much,” he started to explain. He kicked some dust to Javier’s direction and sneered, “all he keeps talking about is Bruno this and Bruno that, Bruno, Bruno, Bruno! And y’know what, it’s getting really annoying.”

“W-what does that have to do with anything?” Javier felt his hands shake under his ruana. The little control he had with his gift is starting to slip and he could feel the force of his powers trying to take over and envelop everything in green.

Dario shrugged almost nonchalantly. “Nothing really. I wanted to give Bruno a piece of my mind, but that old rat disappeared before I could do anything,”

Javier felt his blood boil and his fingers twitching ever so slightly. Dario noted this as a sign of Javier’s fears and continued with a grin.

“Aww, is the little rat kid shaking?” He leaned down Javier’s level and put a heavy hand on his shoulder. He slowly tightened his grip as his grin slowly faded into a much more serious expression. Much more sinister, “maybe it’s because you look like Bruno so much that I just wanted to poke fun at ‘ya, that’s why. Now be a good little mousey and shut up, would you?”

There was a storm brewing on Javier’s mind, an insatiable itch that was waiting to come out of hiding and cast a shadow of a hurricane in the midst of his adversaries. His fingers twitch, his ruana dancing subtly along with an unknown force. The heat from his neck changed into something far gone, something he couldn’t quite identify. The air shook and hummed, items covered in sinister wisp of green, his bullies looking around in alarm, his eyes snapping up to meet Dario’s and holding his gaze firmly with such an intensity that left the older boy stunned—

“What are you doing to my brother?!”

Suddenly, a fist. A flash of fire. The sound of fighting.

Javier snapped out of his thoughts and backed up on the wall to make himself smaller. His hands shook as he witnessed Ignacio get on top of a fallen Dario and hit his fists against his cheek, his chest, anywhere his hands could possibly land on. Yet the smaller boy was no match for someone of Dario’s stature. Although Ignacio’s force was on full display, Dario pushed him aside with great strength into the direction of Javier’s feet. The older triplet clicked his tongue and stood, extending his arms out to cover Javier from the bullies that were surrounding them.

“Can’t you just leave us alone?” Ignacio practically growled. Dario glared at the boy, a few unshed tears gathering at the base of his eyes. But the brothers scrunch their noses in confusion when he suddenly burst into fits of laughter.

“Oh, you’re in real trouble now,” he put his hand on his swelling cheek, discreetly wiping away the tears from his eyes. It was bright red from the force of Ignacio’s blows, and his knees were scratched from falling on the pavement. He looked like he was holding the urge to cry, but it took Dario an amazing amount of control (and pride) to keep it at bay, “what would your abuela think if I told her you threw the first punch.”

“You hit Javi first!” Fire spewed from his mouth. Dario’s lackeys all took a cautious step back, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Did I? I don’t think so. He’s completely fine,” Ignacio gave Javier a glance. What Dario said was true; Javier didn’t have a single scratch on him. Albeit shaken, sure. But he wasn’t in any pain. Dario looked down on the younger boys and sneered, “no one’s gonna believe you.”

“Mami’s gonna believe us.”

“Are you sure? As far as I know, she’s been grounding you for always causing trouble in town,” he leaned in face to face with Ignacio, unbothered by the smoke that came out of his mouth as he gritted his teeth, “who’s she gonna believe? Poor little me who just got punched and tackled to the ground? Or you? I have the scars to prove it, culicagado. ”

Ignacio’s composure faltered. He promised himself not to cause any more trouble. He promised himself not to bother his mami anymore. The gravity of the situation suddenly tugged on his throat and squeezed his heart. But he couldn’t just stand there and watch them torment his little brother!

Despite the fact that Ignacio was more than willing to throw another punch and maybe burn a bit of his clothes off, he had to control himself and do the only thing he can do in that situation.

“Javi, run!”

Ignacio took a deep breath and spewed fire from his mouth and near the feet of their bullies. They all took a step back in surprise as loose flammable items and the wood from canopies caught on fire. Javier almost tripped in his own steps when Ignacio grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the alleyway and into the main roads of Encanto. They could faintly hear the yells of the bullies calling to them and cursing them as they went, but their own adrenaline had deafened the world’s noises and amplified their thumping hearts as they ran. Although Javier did hear a snippet of a cry for help. Were the bullies injured? Did they accidentally hit them somewhere as they ran?

Javier shook those thoughts away and diverted his attention on keeping up with his brother’s pace.

On the way, they had managed to bump into Isabela and Mirabel just as they finished decorating the pillars of a home. Petals flew everywhere as Isabela was knocked back from the force of the brothers. Mirabel went to her sister’s aid and blinked in confusion.

“Nacio? Javi?”

“Ugh! My dress!” Mirabel snapped her gaze back to Isabela’s and tried to help her sister up, but she was still fuming. Her dress was ruined with mud and dirt! Isabela huffed and cupped her hands over her mouth to yell at the retreating boys, “wait until I tell abuela about this!”

“S-sorry Isa!” They could hear Javi from a distance.

Javier turned back to his brother and tried to tug on his arm, but his grip was far too strong for him to pry himself off. That and paired with the fact that they were practically sprinting across the streets without much of a care of the others that were affected by their momentum.

“N-nacio, slow down!” Javi begged. The boys bumped into townsfolk as they sprinted forth without a word, knocking some adults over and even spilling some cargo along the way. Javier’s pleas didn’t phase Ignacio, instead, he pulled him more and hastened his pace. Javier made sure to yell out apologies to the townsfolk they bumped into, even using his gift to try and help the ones whose produce or items were toppled over from their running.

In a matter of minutes, the siblings finally managed to arrive at the Casita. The main doors opened for them excitedly, but they just came crashing through the courtyard without regard for their own wellbeing. Casita worriedly clanked its tiles when Javier suddenly fell to his knees and panted for dear life. He never ran so fast in his life—not after two years ago with their first encounter with the bullies.

“Y-you didn’t—” Javier paused as he took a deep exhale, “—you didn’t have to go that fast. We could’ve asked them nicely, y’know? I didn’t want to fight.”

“Then you should’ve thought of that before you went out on your own! You know how they’re trying to get into our skins!” Ignacio suddenly bursted out. Smoke rose nose and his mouth as he clenched his fists angrily, his knuckles turning white from his anger.

Javier was taken aback. Ignacio never yelled at him before. In all of their years together, Ignacio had never yelled at Javier. He never blamed him for anything either. It was always Ignacio telling him that everything that he did was right, that the consequences of his actions weren’t his fault. Did Ignacio think that it was his fault that he got into a scuffle with those bullies?

“I…I was just trying to go to the pastures…” Javier flinched when Ignacio’s fire flared from his mouth.

“Even so, Javi! Mami didn’t want you going out for this exact reason! I can protect myself, Angi can fly away, but you’re too—too fragile to be walking around, especially in Dario’s turf!” Ignacio scoffed in his fury, “are you trying to get beaten up, huh? Mami already has enough problems without you walking around and getting yourself threatened by them!”

“Are you…are you saying that it’s my fault?” Javier’s eyes gradually widened.

Ignacio didn’t want to fight with his brother. He really didn’t but his heart was thumping with an anger that he couldn’t quite control; a feeling of great indignation that was already resting on the back of his mind and had taken control over his tongue. He took in Javier’s appearance, and at that moment, he didn’t see his brother, no. He saw his father. A splitting image of the man who had abandoned them for naught without any regard for his children nor his wife. The man who had caused the family a great deal of pain and longing. The man who had his mother cry out in her grief and left her with the sleepless nights and futile attempts to find him amidst the chaos, the criticisms, the unplaced bounties of pity.

The man who ruined their family.

“...what if I told you that it is?” He spat. Javier’s breath hitched and his eyes welled up with tears.

“Why are you acting like this?” Javier slowly stood despite the heat that burned his knees from fatigue, “you’ve been acting strange since last week. You keep avoiding me, keep sneaking out after your chores, and now you’re suddenly telling me that it’s my fault that they keep on messing with us?”

Ignacio bit his tongue and looked away, his fists still clenched and mouth still leaking with flames. Javier stepped forward, placed his hand on Ignacio’s shoulder, and urged him to speak.

“Come on, Nacio. Tell me, please. I don’t want us to fight.”

There was something in Javier’s tone that was nostalgic to Ignacio—like a nurturing voice coaxing him to stop his pranks on his sister and kissing his cheek to make amends. Like the sweet memories of a stuttering man whilst he assured them that their feelings were heard of, that fighting wasn’t the answer to their problems. Those silly voices that he loved to hear every night coaxing him to bed and bidding him a wonderful night of adventure and sweet dreams. That same voice—that same tone—that he used to invoke such warmth to his heart every time he felt small and vulnerable against the roaring tides of his own insecurities.

He hated it.

Ignacio slapped Javier’s hand off of his shoulder. Javi took a step back in surprise and stared at his brother in shock. Ignacio sneered.

“Stop acting like that. Why are you always, always, acting like that?” The older triplet’s voice was low. It sent a shiver down Javier’s spine. There was such raw venom to it that prevented him from speaking any further, so Ignacio continued, “always trying to stay quiet, always being the cute little boy who always needs saving, always trying to become the almighty peacekeeper. You think you’re way better than us since you always keep out of trouble? That you’re so special because you’re—you’re the favorite? Always acting like you’re so helpless when you know damn well you can use your gift to fight!”

“N-Nacio—”

“—stop acting like papá, Javi! It’s seriously getting on my nerves!”

It became quiet. Javier continued to stare at Ignacio as the flames from his anger rose in the sparks. It was unnerving to see him so enraged, especially when Javi had never seen such a display all his life.

Javier was never the one to be aggravated. He was always the calm one, the cool-headed triplet, the silent, forgiving type.

But he felt the same heat he felt in that alleyway crawl from the back of his neck, to his cheeks, and finally dye his sight in red.

“I didn’t want any of this to happen.” Javier’s fist clenched. His hair—the same length as his father’s—swayed with a force unknown to the siblings while his ruana followed suit with its own dance of foreboding. The items in the courtyard were slowly encased in a wispy coat of green and golden sparkles and levitated off the ground. The air shook with intensity and hummed in its master's ire, “I didn’t want to be bullied, I didn’t want to be stuck here at home just so I could avoid them, I didn’t want to be helpless! I didn’t want abuela to scold us again if we used our gifts against people! And most of all, I never tried acting like papá!”

Ignacio gritted his teeth and shoved Javier’s shoulder, more smoke rising from his nose and mouth with flames licking his lips. “Never tried acting like papá? Are you joking? Have you seen yourself? You’re practically a copy of him!”

“I’m not!” Ignacio shoved Javier’s shoulder again.

“You want to be so much like him that you would talk like him, walk like him, even look like him!”

“No! That’s not true!”

“Mami doesn’t even want to look at you because of how much you remind her of papá. Did you know that she’s been crying because of you? That she’s hurting just looking at you?! And do you know why those bullies pick on you? Because you’re a copy of him! Stop giving mami so much headaches and stop. Stop acting like papá, stop looking like papá, just stop!”

“You’re telling me about headaches?!” Javier slightly levitated off the ground and stared right into Ignacio’s eyes, “you? The troublemaker? You always get into fights and go around pranking people! Mami always has to defend you against abuela so you wouldn’t have to sit through one of her sermons! She’s been constantly fixing your mistakes for you!”

“Stop it, Javi! I tried to do everything I can, okay?!”

“It’s not enough! You haven’t seen what I’ve seen; you haven’t heard what I’ve heard! Have you ever thought of how much she’s done for us? Have you tried lightening that load? You didn’t! You think she’s just sad because I look like papá? I can’t help how I act and look, Nacio! You didn’t have to result to violence because of it!”

“You don’t know what I’ve gone through just to defend you! You think I want to fight? You think I threw the first punch because I felt like it? I’m trying to protect you!”

“You could’ve done it without hitting someone!”

“Like what? Say please don’t hurt me in your whiny little voice? Grow up!”

“No, you grow up! You’re a careless idiot who constantly gets into fights and causes trouble in town! You sneak off to slack off on your chores, and you’re doing nothing to make it easier for mami! You’re the real problem here, Nacio, not me!”

In a fit of fury, Ignacio swung his fist to Javier’s cheek and knocked him down from the air. The items in the room vibrated and cracked, hanging pots shattering as they were flung away from the force. Ignacio wasted no time to get on top of Javi and continued his assault, but Javier wrestled for control and tried to flail his body to free himself from Ignacio’s hold.

“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you? You think mami just adores you, don’t you?! News flash, she doesn’t! She hates you! She hates everything about you!” Ignacio grabbed the collar of Javier’s ruana and shook him with great force, the fire from his gift slowly burning brighter in its intensity. Javier gritted his teeth and clawed Ignacio’s arms.

“You still can’t see it, can’t you Nacio? Mami hates you! Not only her, everyone in town hates you! They hate your guts, they hate your pranks, even abuela is sick and tired of you!” Ignacio growled and punched Javier’s cheek. All of the things that were affected by Javier’s telekinetic powers reacted to the impact—some shattering, some caving in on itself, and some straight out going in sporadic bursts of movement and ricocheting from one wall to another.

At some point, Casita tried to pry the boys off of each other by sliding its tiles and trying to at least shift them away from any stray objects that were affected by Javier’s gift, but all of the sentient house’s effort to stop their physical fight has been in vain.

“You think the town hates me?” Ignacio pinned Javier’s shoulders down the ground and continued to wrestle for control. One his hands darted towards his cheek and pressed it down into the moving tiles of Casita. A few flames managed to nick Javier’s cheek, but even if he felt the burns, he didn’t show it, “you haven’t seen how they look at you! A mini Bruno walking around the streets in broad daylight after he abandoned everything? The traitor? The reason why our family is in shambles right now?! They hate you more than they hate me, and it’s all because you’re trying so hard to be him! And most of all, I hate you!”

Javier’s eyes shot open, and for a moment, Ignacio felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw his eyes flicker a dangerous shade of green—much like the eyes that Bruno had when he used his gift. Javier strained one of his arms up shakily and grunted.

“You hate me? Then I hate you more! I hate you, Ignacio! I wish you weren’t my brother!”

A shadow loomed from behind them and Ignacio had to crane his neck to look behind him while holding Javier down. His eyes widened when he saw one of the larger pots hovering right behind them, and with a swing of Javier’s arm, the glow from his gift disappeared and made the pot hurling down at them in great speed.

Ignacio’s instincts kicked in and held Javier close to him and dodged the pot. His fear and surprise made him lose control of his gift, so when he turned to reach out to Javier with a yell, his fire had spewed out of his mouth.

Right into Javier’s eyes.

Despite how Javier had yelled out in utmost pain, Ignacio was fast enough to get them out of harm’s way and shield the squirming Javier from the shattered debris from the broken pot. A piece of ceramic had managed to fly out of control and nicked Ignacio’s brow, and the blood that flowed in rapid streams had managed to impair the vision on his right eye.

But none of that was important. Not when Javier was still in pain.

“Javi? Javi! Oh no, no, no, no— I didn’t mean to—”

“Get away! Get away from me!” Javier ghosted his hands over the hot flesh over his eyes. His sight was blurry, almost white, and it felt like a thousand suns had just assaulted his face. The tears that welled up his face was not of any help to alleviate the hundreds of needles when it streaked down his cheeks. Objects under the influence of his gift were now completely out of his control, and the house had turned into a spiral of a chaotic mess around the two boys.

“J-javi, stay still—I’ll get some help—”

“W-what’s going on?!” Ignacio turned his head desperately to the sound of his Tio Agustin and Tio Felix’s voices. His voice was stuck in his throat, his body shaking in fear, panic, in urgency. He desperately wanted to hold Javier, to tell him he was sorry, to comfort him through his pain, but he kept flailing his arms around from his lack of sight, and it scared Ignacio to think that he had hurt his brother beyond repair.

“T-tio! Javier and I, w-we—I was just—” Felix came to Javier’s aid and held him down in his panic. Javier’s cries were too much for Ignacio; it wedged a knife right into his heart and twisted itself for his sins.

What had he done?

It was all a blur for Ignacio; the way Agustin had come from the kitchen to get an arepa and a damp cloth, the way they had held Javier to try and stop him from hurling objects to them, when Angelina came flying down from her room and gasped when she saw the damage done, how she had cried and held Javier’s hand as the two men resulted into shoving the healing remedy down the throat of the screaming Javier, and how he had cried out to the world that he cannot see past the his own hands that still ghosted over the phantom pricks from his face.

Ignacio had broken his own promise to Javier. He had broken his trust, his brotherhood. The proof lay in a puddle of blood that dripped down his cheek as he refused to eat any of his tia’s food. An act of atonement, maybe. An act of guilt, perhaps. But it did not change the fact that he had left his brother blind.

As the tears that fell down his cheeks mixed with the blood that dripped down to the tiles of their home, he had bowed head in shame, kowtowed in front of his own kin, and muttered a a string of unending apologies that his own brother would not accept in grace.

It didn’t phase Ignacio. In fact, he only apologized more—like a prayer of forgiveness.

He had sinned against his own brother, the one he had promised to protect.

He didn’t know what else to do except apologize in fervor.

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