Stepbrothers- Chapter 2
Sidenotes: OK so before you read the story, I’m gonna need to warn you. Rei and Ru WILL be playing pranks on each other in this chapter, and its probably gonna be pretty long. And if you can’t take excessive-evilness-causing-humour, please, do NOT read on. OK I’m done (: now enjoy!
* Crystal-Meth: A type of Drugs.
Akira’s( A.K.A god) plan for destroying Takanori’s life: Plan 1
“ So how do you find this boat?” Usagi asked Mimiko, smiling gently. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder while steering the yatch with another arm. He was glad he brought his sunglasses that day. The sun was bright, despite the weather being windy. It was a really nice day, and he decided to take Mimiko and her son, now his Step-son, Takanori out to the sea on his precious “ Mary-deep”. That was what he named his yatch.
“ Yea its awesome. I mean, its really luxurious! Double deck, its clean, white, and you even have a bartender! Its magnificent!” Mimiko gaped at the thought of them retiring in this yatch and touring the world, without worries, without kids. Yes, it was the first time since her wedding with Usagi that she had forgotten to worry about Akira and Takanori.
Meanwhile, the mentioned teens were at the rear end of the boat. They weren’t talking, just staring at random things. Takanori was amazed by the sea view. The bright blue colour of the sea that was reflected by the blue sky dotted with clouds, frankly speaking he would never have thought of being able to admire such a sight.
He caught glimpses of sea creatures swimming under the boat. A little too fascinated by it, he moved forward, and hunched over the railing. Ohh if Mimiko was there, she would have pulled him up immediately, reprimanding him once again how dangerous it was. But no, Mimiko wasn’t there. And “ What harm could there be, anyway?” he thought. But harm’s plenty. In his curiosity in admiring the nature, he had forgotten Akira was near him. Speaking of “ curiosity killed the cat”.
And Takanori’s stepbrother was currently standing behind him. The evil smile that only his dad knew so well was spreading across his face. One could observe he had been eating pizza, again, for there were cheese stains across his face and ketchup sauce on his shirt. And it really makes people wonder how a guy like this could be the son of a popular medical doctor, and even develop the ability to attract woman. It was probably the looks. But well he couldn’t care less. His life revolves only around bass guitar, television, sleeping, eating, eating, eating, sleeping, Xbox, television, bass guitar.
Akira turned his neck in swift motion and stretched slightly, before wriggling his toes.
“ There you go!” He exclaimed before kicking Takanori right over the yatch, landing him in the sea.
“ WHAT THE FUCK?!? DON’T GO! HEYY! ANYONE HEAR ME?! HELP!” he tried screaming at the top of his voice, but the sound of the waves covered his voice.
Akira rolled on the floor laughing, until he heard his dad’s voice calling out for them.
“ That’s what you get! Sucker!” He mocked at Takanori one last time before heeding his father’s call.
“ Where’s Takanori?” Usagi requested, frowning. Those two normally appeared with bruises made by each other, or they appeared, while in the middle of a quarrel.
Akira shrugged.
“ I dunno. Maybe he found the weather too hot, so he went for a swim.” He added with glee.
That night, Takanori returned home drenched, and all hell break loose. Again.
Akira’s( A.K.A god) plan for destroying Takanori’s life: Plan 1- success
Akira’s(A.K.A god) plan for destroying Takanori’s life: Plan 2
Akira was currently staying in his bedroom, and wasn’t getting up for breakfast, which was a rarer sight than the end of the world, and which has never happened before. But the blonde wasn’t sleeping like what he told Usagi. He was doing something one should feel guilty for, but guilty was a certain feeling he could never experience.
“ I LOVE CRYSTAL-METH” He vandalized the back of Takanori’s shirt with a marker pen. Chuckling at his masterpiece, he ran down for breakfast.
Takanori ended up going on the streets with that shirt, and he spent the night in jail, for something that has absolutely nothing to do with him. Ohh how he wanted to wail, but NO. He was definitely going to get his revenge.
Prepare yourself! For I am gonna freakin’ kick your ass Akira-bitch!
Akira’s( A.K.A god) plan for destroying Takanori’s life: Plan 2- success
Takanori’s( A.K.A dragon) plan for kicking Akira-bitch’s ass: Plan 1
“ The night was silent, and calm. Trees were unmoving. Shadows lurked in the darkest corners. Screeches of attacked cats were heard around the neighbourhood. Kids reading “ Frankenstein” under their covers with their torchlights all deserve to die! Die! Die! But nothing even scarier can be compared to what I’m going to do. MUAHAHAHA”
That stanza didn’t seem to be able to scare anyone. Takanori thought to himself.
Oh heck. Just get on with the crime and get it over with man.
So Takanori tiptoed across to the bed half a meter across, with his tools, or accomplices. That’s what he called them.
“ Alright Mr palette, you’re first.” He spoke to himself, while he fetched himself the palette.
“ Oh and bring along Mrs paint and Mayor paintbrush.” He added.
He held his breath as he carefully worked on Akira’s face. It seemed like eternity before he accomplished his work, and he heaved a sigh of relief, before summoning his secret weapon.
He towered across Akira’s sleeping form, and announced quietly.
“ Now you shall fear Teh ultimate weapon of mine!” He formed drumrolls by hitting his thighs, and disclosed the “ultimate weapon”.
“ Junior Whisky.” He smiled, and poured himself a cup of whisky, before sneaking back into his bed.
The next morning
Akira was strolling down the marketplace. He would normally receive admiring looks from girls, but it was different today. He seemed to meet people that cower away from him wherever he walked past. And he winced when a small girl screamed at his sight.
“ What the hell is wrong with everyone today?” He couldn’t help but ponder to himself.
“ Maybe I look exceptionally charming today? Well but of course.” He smiled to himself. As the “ author”, I must add that someone ought to squash Akira’s ego flat someday.
He went into a nearby toilet, wanting to style his hair. He peered into a mirror, and he almost let out a most unmanly scream.
“ HOLY FUCK!” He felt his legs go weak. He had a huge scar across his face, and peeled off skin on the forehead. It looked almost real. And he didn’t feel it at all. He stared at himself, before narrowing his eyes.
“ TAKANORI YOU SON OF A BITCH! I CURSE YOU! THAT YOUR BALLS DROP OFF BY THEMSELVES AT AN AGE OF 25! AND YOU REMAIN A MIDGET FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!” He breathed deeply, and tried calming himself down.
Maybe I’d castrate him myself. Seems like a great idea to me.
He smiled to himself.
Meanwhile, Takanori was digging his left ear with his pinky.
He pulled out, and found no whatever kind of ear shit or stuffs like hair in his ear. He shrugged.
Seems like Akira’s found out who to credit for the magnificent face art.
And he beamed like no other.
Takanori’s( A.K.A dragon) plan for kicking Akira-bitch’s ass: Plan 1- success
Takanori’s( A.K.A dragon) plan for kicking Akira-bitch’s ass: Plan 2
No one was around at home. No soul, not a shadow. Only Takanori, himself, and the house, and Akira’s prized bass guitar.
As he stopped at the doorstep, he knew what he was going to do was evil. But well, “ god” was a bitch himself, so why not?
He twisted the doorknob and went inside. He almost felt the song “ Preliator” by Globus play. He looked at Akira’s bass guitar, ohh he had lots of them. But Takanori knew which one to dominate, which one to destroy. He moved to the furthermost corner of the room, where a cupboard was placed. He opened it, and felt the instrument glow at him. He scowled.
He took it out with a certain roughness, and started PLUCKING at the strings. And I mean, HARD. He continued on for half an hour, pleasuring himself at the thought of Akira’s reaction when he got back. When he felt that the string were on the brink of breaking, he stopped, and placed it back in the cupboard, careful to not leave any signs. When he was done, he ran back down, and settled himself on the couch. A drop of perspiration ran down his face.
He didn’t even notice he was perspiring. Well, maybe from the rush of adrenaline, and doing something guilty? HAH. Nah. He didn’t feel guilty.
Not long after, Akira returned home, from whatever he did outside, and he stared at Takanori. He had his eyes glued to the television, and was perspiring slightly.
“ Hey.”
“ Hey.”
“ What’s up?”
“ Just watching cops and robbers.”
Akira looked at his watch.
“ You’re not supposed to have your feet on the couch.” Akira added before running upstairs.
Takanori placed his legs down before putting them up again, staring at the television.
Akira ran straight up to his “ office”, and he knew someone had been in there.
He sniffed around. Oh yes. The smell even changed. He prowled around, and opened his cupboard. Taking out his bass guitar slowly, he put it on the table and examined it carefully. He tried measuring the distance between the frets, and the sound of the chords. Well, it was fine. Except that the strings were a little loose, but before he could add another comment, he spotted what was wrong.
There was a tiny scar from on the back of the bass guitar. And he scowled.
He ran back downstairs again, and found Takanori’s feet on the couch, but that he didn’t care.
“ Hey. Do you know if anyone’s touched my bass guitar?”
“ Nope. I was here, I didn’t see anyone come in.” Takanori replied, still looking at the television, flipping through the channels, hoping that he didn’t sound too obvious.
“ Hmm well then that’s weird. Because, I’m pretty sure someone touched it.”
Takanori only “hmm-ed” in reply.
“ JUST TELL ME TAKANORI YOU TOUCHED IT DIDN’T YOU? I KNOW YOU TOUCHED IT! BECAUSE COPS AND ROBBERS DON’T START UNTIL 4PM! ITS FREAKING 3.30PM NOW YOU ASSHOLE!”
Takanori was a little stunned at the reaction, but he figured that being calm would probably mean he was somewhat guilty.
“ NO I DID NOT FUCKING TOUCH YOUR BASS YOU IDIOT!” Takanori retorted back angrily, standing up from the couch.
“ OH THAT’S IT YOU WHORE I’VE HAD ENOUGH!”
Upon finishing the statement, Akira pushed Takanori until he fell, and Takanori reacted immediately by kicking out under his feet, tripping Akira.
And thus, my friend, World War 3 started.
Akira tried smashing the dining chair onto Takanori’s head, while Takanori defended by using the computer.
Takanori hit Akira’s crotch by using a vacuum cleaner, while the other used a toilet scrubber to do the job.
They proceeded outside on the lawn, and where they were visible to everyone.
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Usagi-san, there’s a phone call from your wife, she says its urgent.
Usagi, in the middle of discussing the advantages of modern technologies with another doctor, took over the phone and heard Mimiko screaming things like “ sons”, “ bicycle”, “ dog”, “ rape”.
Now that was enough for what he needed to understand, and immediately drove back home, only to meet the sight of Akira attacking Takanori with a baseball stick while Takanori tried to protect himself by using a bicycle. It was in total chaos. Neighbours from streets away came to see which crazy bitch it was that kept screaming “ Rape” at the top of her, or his, rather disappointedly, voice. The stray dogs joined in the fun by trying to take a bite out of either of them, but were prevented to do so by Mimiko spraying water on them. Mimiko was already crying, or rather sobbing uncontrollably.
Takanori finally threw away the bicycle, and took a hockey stick instead. At first, they didn’t get any chances of hitting each other at all. But that didn’t last long. Both of them were hit on the head, by a hockey stick, and a base balls stick respectively. And very fortunately, they passed out.
Takanori’s( A.K.A dragon) plan for kicking Akira-bitch’s ass: Plan 2- success? NAH!
Takanori and Akira were sitting side by side on the couch, both staring at the television, none of them speaking at all. They were watching “ Shark week”, both their favourite show. As the Killer whale did a flip under the water, both shouted “ Boo- yeah!” and Hi-fived each other, before adding
“ I still hate you.”
They were so alike sometimes, but it was a pity they were enemies.
Mimiko and Usagi moved in the way, and Mimiko turned off the television.
“ Hey! Its shark week dad!” Akira exclaimed to his father.
“ Mum!” Takanori whined to his mother.
“ Right we have decided that the both of you have crossed your lines. Now I have appointed interviews for the both of you to attend, and you are grounded, no television for a week. The remote control will be locked up in my safe.” Usagi told them with a stern look on his face.
“ NO SHIT!” Akira remarked grudgingly.
“ THIS HOUSE IS A PRISON!” Takanori added.
“ Today, I saw with my own child defending himself with a bicycle, and yelling rape at the top of his voice .” Mimiko concluded, with tears clear in her eyes.
“ But mum, I seriously thought I was going to be raped! He had the eyes that kinda said ‘ Come on lets do it”.” Takanori retorted.
“ Oh you idiot I was referring to the fight.” Akira said, amused by what Takanori was thinking.
“ Oh whatever.”