Disclaimer: I only own Titinius. The part in italics when the chapter acually begins is a flashback.


Chapter 2-There Is No Terror In Your Threats

"There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,

For I am armed so strong in honesty

That they pass by me as the idle wind,

Which I respect not."

-Marcus Junius Brutus, Julius Caesar IV-II


"Brutus, thou art noble."

DK turned around to find K. Rool standing behind him, leaning against a pillar. Beside him was his servant, Titinius, quiet as ever.

"If I'm Brutus," DK replied, "does that make you Cassius, my father Caesar, and the island Rome?"


"Whatever you want, DK," K. Rool said, walking away.

"What are you thinking of?" Titinius asked. It was then the boy realized he rarely ever heard him speak.

"Nothing, Titinius," DK replied, turning away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Titinius pick up something off his dresser.

"Who are these people in this photo?" DK snatched it away.

"None of your business."

"Tell me."


"Tell me!"


"Tell me or I'll tell K. Rool you have this!"

"There is no terror, Titinius, in your threats," DK almost immediately replied, his dad's genes suddenly kicking in, "for I am armed so strong in honesty that they pass me by like the idle wind, which I respect not!"

Silence. Titinius backed out of the room, holding his hands in the air on either side of him.

DK placed the picture back on the nightstand, his eyes staying on it longingly. It was a picture of him and Cranky when the former was a few years old, right when it was discovered he had mad strength for a child his age. The scar Cranky now had on his bottom lip was proof of that.

"Daddy, I wanna learn how to fight!" Senior looked at his three-year-old son as the boy pummeled the air with his fists.

"I'm sorry, Junior, but your mother would kill me if she found out," the patriarch replied.

"Please, Daddy?" Junior pleaded, puppy eyes activated. "I won't tell Mama, I promise."


"Please?" Senior finally sighed.

"I guess." Junior grinned wide.



"I won't!"

DK smirked at the memory. He'd accidentally punched Cranky in the mouth around fifteen minutes later, giving the man a busted lip for a few days.

He yawned and looked at the clock. 10:00 P. M. Carefully he set the picture back on the nightstand and laid down, closing his eyes and hoping his dreams would not once again be plagued with nightmares.