Chapter 1 Stupid Ankles and Bad Backs

Sohinki's POV

It was an average day at the studio… that I knew of. I was out at my brother's place for our monthly visit with each other. It's always a Saturday for visits and Fridays for drop-in chats. Plainly, I sometimes dread chatting with him. He watches Game Bang; so he knows what's going on. Yesterday was Game Bang as normal, but Anthony and I lost Geometric Asteroids and had to do five steps on Legos. My brother knew it and was treating like a stupid, dumb brother.

"Are your feet hurting, dude, from Game Bang yesterday?" he asked me curiously after making tea for us.

"My little friends need pedicures, but nothing else… I'm fine," I replied; remembering how Joven taught me how to drink and make the perfect tea.

When we sat down at his small kitchen table as normal facing the window with our teas in our hands, I saw him look my tired feet as I made the short walk.

"I'm perfectly fine," I said before he asked his monthly question.

He sat down with his tea in his hands. I had dumbly put my small feet on his chair and he was looking at them like any good brother-doctor guy does.

"Could you-," I began to ask.

"No. Are you-,"

"No. I'm fine. That tickles."

"Stand up for me," he requested with a smile after checking my feet.

I did it and watched him go over and felt him do something to my back.

"That hurts," I whimpered as he did it up my back.

"I was adjusting your bad posture, dude," he replied; returning to his seat with content smeared all across his handsomely annoying face.

As I sat down, I saw him drop his napkin.

"Pick that-," he began.

"No. It's-," I replied quickly.

"Pick that, Matthew," he said with his bold stare at me.

"Fine," I replied; starting the lean over under the table.

He watched me stop in mid-descendant and he began to laugh his annoying laugh. I knew he noticed his inability to touch my toes. I think, by now, the world knows that includes my brother now.

"Can your friends-," he began to ask.

I laughed, "Nope, but Mari and Anthony can!"

I felt his cold hands on my lower back pushing me down. I heard something crack inside me. Sometimes, I hate my brother.

"Can't you-,"

"Sadly no. You watched-,"

"Of course. Come back carefully to full height-,"

"Why should-"

"I'll tell Mari-,"

"No. It's ok," I finished; following his annoying command.

When I reached my normal work position, I felt his hands tug me to my full height that isn't actually that tall, but taller than Mari.

"Stop that-," I began annoyed.

"I'm older," he teased; holding me at that position when I tried to slouch back.

"I hate that rule," I groaned.

A minute later when he returned to his seat across my table, I moaned because something somewhere just caught up to me.

"What was that cracking sound?" I asked; sipping my tea as I spoke.

"Your bad back. Ask Mari about dance-," he replied.

"Lessons? You know-," I said surprised.

"Oh yes. It will help your-," he replied with a devious smile.

I moaned again and said, "Back, overall health, speed, balance, and much more."

"Exactly. The boys should too," he grinned an evilly kind grin.

"Sometimes… I hate you," I smirked back annoyed.

I knew he was right. He is my brother, unpaid doctor, and annoying helper. Sometimes, I love and hate the dear guy.

Minutes later, I was leaving after tea.

"Remember this chat, Matthew," he told me as I left.

"I will. I'll ask-," I replied.

"Please do. I hope you-,"

"Shut up!" I finished; climbing into my car annoyed.