Andrew: (brandishing a machete) It's Andy!

Kumatora: (shakes head) I am no longer surprised by your shenanigans.

Andrew: Well that sucks. Well, back to this. Hello, I am Andrew the Pichu, welcome to "The Boy Who Shouldn't Exist", sequel to "They Happen for the Best".

Barri: Why'd you go with those titles again?

Andrew: The first story was just something I came up with on the spot. This one is very self-explanatory after you read the complete story.

Claus: (laughing) Just going to tell you now. (points to Andrew) This guy is jerkish, you are going to either be amazed or mad at him by the end of this.

DISCLAIMER: (looks off distantly and somber music plays) One day... who the hell am I kidding?

Andrew: Yes. Yes you will. Anyways, if you have not read the first story, you will be horribly confused. Read at your own risk. Please enjoy, on with the story.

December 15th, Barri POV

I felt a groggy groan escape my throat as I woke up. My face was smothered into a warm throw pillow, I let out a soft sigh. What happened? Though I didn't want to, I sat up to get a better view of my surroundings. The room was small with wood flooring and a slanted roof, I guessed this had to be an attic. There were a lot of cardboard boxes gathering dust along with a few odd objects laying about. I wrapped the silk blanket around me protectively, "Where's this...?"

The sound of a tired groan reached my ears, I looked over the side of my bed. There was a boy sleeping, he looked a bit older than me. His hair was a light golden colour that was a bit ruffled and brushed against his bright cheeks. He wore a long-sleeved sweater, a pair of faded blue jeans, and black socks that must have been used to keep him warm since the air was chilly. His face was peaceful and almost childlike as he lightly breathed in and out with a slow rhythm. Who's he?

I prodded his shoulder with a thin finger, making sure not to poke too hard, "H-hey, wake up." He opened his pale azure, dazed eyes and gazed up at me with a fairly blank expression and faint smile, "You're awake, that's great. I almost thought you were dead, Barri." Does he know who I am? "Who're you?", I asked quietly. He frowned, it didn't look right on him, "Oh right, you don't remember."

v(-_-)v

"Barri, is that you?"

"Who?"

"You're Barri... you don't remember me, do you?"

"N-no, I don't. Ack!"

"You're bleeding, we have to get you home."

"Ow, that hurt!"

"Sorry, try not to move too much"

"O-okay..."

v(-_-)v

"After that, you passed out and fell asleep for two days.", the boy named Lucas explained. "But... how do you know me?" "I adopted you about two years ago in the summer, but I'm more like your older brother. You disappeared in the fall a month and a half after we met and we thought you died." "Oh, okay..." I remained silent with my arms and blanket wrapped around myself. Lucas affectionately ruffled my dark mop of hair, "It's okay if you don't remember, I'm just happy you're alive. I'll go get you some food, you must be hungry." He opened the floor hatch in the middle of the room and climbed down the ladder.

Lucas POV

Just as I had unextended the ladder, my brother appeared behind me with his albino tabby in his arms, "How's the kid doing?" "He's just fine, but he really doesn't remember a thing, not even us." Claus gave a disappointed puff of breath, "That really sucks." Claus helped me get a small meal together for Barri (he's been teaching me how to cook foods other than omelets). "Can't we just tell him everything?", I asked. "Just because we tell him, doesn't mean he'll just automatically remember his whole life. Just give him time, tell him about things if he asks to see if anything sparks.", my brother explained. "Okay, I'll try that... doesn't it bother you how much older he looks?" "Yeah, the last time we saw him, he was a little pipsqueak, now he looks like he's a few years younger than us. What do you think happened?" I just shrugged, "I don't really know."

Barri POV

Lucas came back a couple of minutes later with a bowl of beef stew and a baguette. I frowned with a tiny sigh, "I'm sorry... I still don't remember anything." "That's all right, you'll remember when you really need to." I ripped part of the bread and put it in my mouth, from the taste I could tell it was freshly made. "Why'm I sleeping in the attic?", I asked. "Oh, well we had a similar problem where the whole village thought my brother was dead for ten years. He was actually stuck on an island and he came back, but we didn't tell anyone. One of my friends came to visit when Claus was walking around the house... it was a really big mess. We had to lie and say he had just washed up on shore and came the night before, even though that happened two years ago.", Lucas explained to me. "Oh, I get it. So then... how'd I "die"?" Lucas didn't seem to comfortable with that question, but he answered anyway. "You were trying to protect me, you hurt yourself in the process and..." I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, so I stopped him there, "It's okay, I get it." I continued to eat the potatoes in the stew, I didn't want to overload him with questions.

Lucas POV

After his lunch, Barri went right back to sleep. I guessed he must still be tired and exhausted, at least Cluas had been able to heal his wound. The ravenette was warmly bundled under the sheets with a pure air of serenity surrounding him. Though I couldn't help but worry about the boy.

I really hope he'll be all right like this...

Barri: Wow, I'm way different than I used to be.

Andrew: Yeah, I'd let you in on what's going on, but then you'd be mad, but confused and relieved at the same time.

Barri: ... What?

Andrew: It's complicated.

Duster: I don't even want to know.

Andrew: That's quite right. Well, thank you for reading this. Please review to tell me what you thought about this (even thought it was short), have bucket-less day!