"Well well, who do we have here? Is it the long-lost always asleep Akaito~?" Taito asked with a taunting tone.
Akaito growled, "I am not always asleep!"
Taito chuckled as he walked over to the red-head and cupped one of his cheeks, "Yes you are, hate to break it to you."
"What do you want from me?" Akaito asked with a menacing tone.
"I would like to just play-"
"I am not going to play any of your stupid games!"
Taito frowned, "Why not? Not even for the sake of old time's?"
"Whenever we play your stupid games we both get hurt," Akaito debated.
Taito laughed. "Silly Akaito. That's the entire point of my games," he stated with a dark tone and a smile. Akaito grabbed Taito by his throat and pinned him to the nearby wall. Taito grinned and his brother's action.
"Keh, how would I benefit from playing with you? Why don't you play with your other victims?" Akaito challenged as he applied more force. Taito laughed again and put one of his hands in his pocket, as if to take something out. He laughed more as he took his hand out of his pocket and quickly stabbed Akaito's side with his trusty ice pick. "Alas my dear brother, you've been caught in this wicked game," he said with a smirk. He enjoyed his brother's face all curled up in pain.
"Kuso-," Akaito muttered as he saw he had no other choice but to "play" with his brother. He removed one of his hands from purple haired young adult's throat and to the wrist that held on to the ice pick. Taito pulled the ice pick quickly out of Akaito's side, pulling through the skin and muscle separating the ice pick from the front of Akaito's body, and into the hand locked around his wrist. Akaito winced heavily and tightened his grip on Taito's throat, doing his best to not scream.
Taito chuckled. "Come on, you're not being any fun. You're hardly holding up any defence and you refuse to scream," Taito teasingly complained.
"Shut up!" Akaito snapped. Taito chuckled again. Akaito let go of Taito's wrist and pulled his hand in a way that pulled the ice pick out of it. He then put his hand in his pocket and took out a pocket knife. He then stabbed it through Taito's arm and into the wall, pinning that arm down. Taito's grip on his ice pick weakened slightly and he then winced himself.
Although that rough action caused Taito some pain he couldn't help but smirk. "That's better. A lot more like the good old days. You're actually putting up a fight," the purple haired young adult commented, causing the red-haired one to growl. Taito chuckled again, joy from both sadism and masochism gleaming in his one purple eye. Akaito growled more.
"What is wrong with you!? Why do you want me to play this stupid game with you!? I don't want to do this!" Akaito hissed at the younger of the two. Taito smile and bright mood turned into a serious, slightly annoyed and disappointed look. Akaito let go of Taito's throat and slapped him, hard, across his face; thus causing Taito to fall to the ground, ripping his arm out of the pocket knife's hold. The knife although kept its place in the wall. Taito screamed breathlessly, sounding more like a groan. Akaito kicked Taito's side forcefully, "You're an idiot! You need to stop your stupid habits before you get yourself killed!"
Taito chuckled softly and then was later bursting into maniac laughter. "You're the idiot here, Akaito. You don't seem to catch on-, as if that really matters. If you don't want to take part in my games then just leave," he said as he tried to sit up.
"Baka," Akaito breathed. "I'm sure you can take care of yourself. But keep in mind- one day your games could lead to not being just a game. It could lead to yours or your opponent's death. And we don't need that," he advised before he walked away.
"Keh- Akaito is still the same. He hasn't changed one bit," Taito observed as he leaned against the wall.