Title: The Blood That Binds Us
Rating: M
Pairing: Undertaker/Kane
Disclaimer: I do not own. But I do own the sick and twisted thoughts that enter my head. -snicker-
The Blood That Binds Us
Some people believe that bad things happen to good people. But not with us. With us, it's not a belief. It's a deceleration. We knew this was bound to happen one day. When people we thought were our friends would become our enemies; when our enemies would become our friends. The moment our relationship began, we were ready for the inevitable. The day when our little secret was no longer kept under wraps. And the day our lives were forever changed.
I glanced over at my little brother who sat beside me, his knees knocking together. He was nervous. Hell, we all were. It was time for the annual draft and nobody was safe. It was like playing Russian roulette. You could only hold your breath and hope that your name didn't get called. I placed a firm hand on his knee, his eyes breaking contact with the television monitor to steal a glance from me. His knees stopped shaking as he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. My touch was the only thing that could ever get the big red monster to calm his nerves and keep him from going rouge on everything and anyone within a 30-foot radius.
"Just relax." I whispered, just loud enough for only him to hear. We sat in the back of the locker room, all of our co-workers too engrossed in the match that was taking place to notice where my hand lay. The bell ringing broke our staring contest, our hands leaving one another, our attention now on the monitor. A RAW superstar had won. Which meant one of us was being drafted. Everyone held their breath, all wondering if they were going to be the next one to leave SmackDown. The titantron began scanning through all the superstars and divas. I held my breath, my eyes closed, my hand clenched tightly around my little brothers. And here I told him to relax. The selector stopped, the crowd going insane. I opened my eyes to see everyone now staring at us. Or shall I say Kane. Wait a minute...
"Kane is being drafted to RAW!" My heart sank as I slowly looked over at my brother, his expression saying it all. He looked like he was 9-years-old again and someone had smashed all his Hot Wheels cars right in front of him. Kane finally looked over at me, his eyes wet with tears. I bit my lip, my eyes closing tightly.
"We'll just, uh, leave you guys alone for a bit." Hunter spoke out, the rest of the superstars leaving the locker room. As soon as the door had closed shut, Kane proceeded to fall to his knees on the floor. I bent down beside him, placing a hand on his back. No words were spoken as he buried his face into my chest, his arms wrapping around my waist. I sighed heavily, holding him as close to me as I possibly could. Kane let the tears go as he held onto me for the last time.
"I'm sorry little brother..." I whispered, stroking his spine with my hand, the big red machine now being reduced to a crying toddler. I opened my tear-filled eyes, looking up at the monitor. The day we had dreaded for the past 5 years was finally upon us. The torture had begun.