Combiner and Scailon: Brothers

Almost perfectly silent, Scailon walked through the woods to the spot his brother had parked the camper he'd recently bought.
   Scailon was in his human form, but he had altered the hollow-form so that it now had a tail similar to the one he had in robot form. If he let it dangle, a couple inches dragged on the ground. But he held the last 5 or 6 inches about 2 inches off the ground.
   His off-black hair snagged momentarily on a long hanging branch, he reached up to smooth it out and his fingers came back slightly green. He remembered Hanna had been playing with his hair this morning. He smiled, remembering how she remarked on how it was. The green came from the markers she'd been playing with.
   She'd done it to her hair a couple times, just liking the bright colors. He'd interrupted her that morning, and she'd let him make a small stripe rainbow, flowing from red all the way to a light purple.
   After that, she began playing with his hair, adding the green as she ruffled it. She stopped after putting a few streaks near the front, and he'd leaned his face in close to hers. Kissing her softly.

   He was jolted back as he almost ran into a tree. He backed up and stood still for a moment, getting his bearings. Looking around, he saw the side of his brothers camper a couple hundred feet away and started towards it. Wiping the green from his fingers onto his black pants.
   Coming up to the campers door, he went inside, not expecting anyone to be there. Since only him, Tria, and Combiner knew about. And he figured Tria and Bin were with their girl and boy friends. But as soon as he stepped up into the camper, he saw his younger brother smash his fist into one of the cupboard doors. Almost cracking it in half. He was half facing away but Scailon could see tears on the taller guys cheeks.
   Scailon didn't make a sound as Bin slid to the floor, sighing and running his hand over his face. His body jerked slightly, like he was sobbing.
   Scailon took a step foreward, "Brother...?" He jumped upright, almost falling backwards, and wiped the stray teardrops from his cheeks. But, Scailon noted, he failed to clear the look from his eyes.
   "Brother? What are you doing?" Bin turned away, being stubborn, "Nothing." "Tell that to the cupboard door."
Combiner groaned and rubbed his hand over his face again, "Just go away." "Why? So you can destroy the rest of your camper? No. Come here," Scailon hopped back out of the camper. His brother poked his head out after him, "Why?" "Come here."

   Bin grumbled but followed his brother out in the small clearing beside the camper, "Now what?"
"Hit me." Bin looked confused, "What? Why?" "I think you need to take your anger out on someone. So, hit me. You almost never win in our training fights." Scailon stood perfectly still in front of his brother, but Bin took a step back, "I'm not gonna hit you." The taller man turned to walk away but didn't make it half a step. Scailon jumped foreward and punched Combiner. Clipping his jaw and making his head snap back.
   Bin stumbled back wards, then glared at his brother. Jumping foreward he punched his older sibling in the cheek. Scailon stumbled back but didn't move to counterattack.
   Scailon never struck back as Bin landed blow after blow on him. Blood dripping from his nose and purple bruises already beginning to show on his arms. Bin eventually stopped, panting. He walked up to Scailon, standing a foot in front of him, looking at the damage he'd caused.
Without saying anything, Bin put one arm around his brothers shoulders, and Scailon did the same. A kind of half hug. Scailon spat on the ground and wiped the blood from his lips and nose. Then he laughed slightly, looking at the bruises on his muscular arms, "If only you could land blows in our fights. Maybe you'd be able to win." "If you'd sit still, I would be able to." Scailon chuckled, smiling. As they both walked back to the camper, Bin started laughing to.
Their deep laughter mingling as it rang through the trees.