AN - I've wanted to write something like this for a while and couldn't help it, so here you go.
PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM A/N, IT'S IMPORTANT AND WILL DECIDE THIS FIC'S FATE (hahaha)
Disclaimer - Don't own Eyehshield 21 (would if I could though...)
It was raining as Agon made his way home. Despite the overcast skies, the self-made 'god' was in a cheerful mood. He had crushed the trash that had tried to get in his way, slept through his classes, destroyed the hopes of a juvenile football team and picked up some girls along the way. Now he shoved open the door to his house and kicked off his shoes, shouting, "Unko-chan, where's the food?"
His twin's tired reply of, "On the table," sent him to the kitchen. Taking the still-warm udon in his hands, he wandered over to the living room where Unsui was.
He found his brother sitting on the couch, regarding the pile of papers lying on the table wearily. Recognizing them as bills, or 'that financial shit' as he called them, he threw himself on the couch and propped his feet up on the papers. "Why'd you make udon? You know I like ramen better." But he was stuffing his face regardless.
"Because I'm busy cleaning up after your sorry ass," Unsui said, waving a paper in the air. Agon briefly saw the words, "In regards to the damage of four tables and two windows broken by Kongo Agon, the fee..." Then he stopped reading, having seen millions of similar letters. Funny, he hadn't been handed many of those lately, despite him still breaking everything. He smirked. So they were desperate enough to start giving them to his dear, responsible brother Unsui.
Unsui felt the annoyance flickering in the hollow of his chest kindle at the sight of his twin's smirk. He was tired, he was sore from the game, he had a headache, he was pretty sure he was coming down with a cold, and he'd had a really shitty day. He didn't think he could handle anymore of his brother's crap without snapping. He knew that with any little shove, he might explode; so he very carefully put down the papers and stood to make his way to the kitchen. Maybe some tea would help. Actually, tea sounded divine. As well as a cold pill and a bed.
Oblivious to his brother's suffering, Agon leaned over and picked up a few bills, running his fingers over them carefully. "Just leave 'em, Unko-chan. Who gives a fuck about the school board taxers any way?" He snorted. "Damn trash."
Unsui stopped in the doorway, feeling his annoyance grow from a few flames to a handful of boiling anger, heavy under his solar plexus. He leaned his forehead against the wood, trying to stay calm.
The sound of paper ripping made him jump and whirl to look at his brother, who was smuggling tossing the paper shreds in the air like confetti. "Agon - !" Unsui stopped at the ball of rage shot up from his stomach and into his throat, threatening to explode. He gagged, trying to hold it back.
Agon laughed and idly spun his fork between his fingers. Taking it between his forefingers, he bent it easily, grinning viciously at the bent utensil. "Aw, what's the matter, Unko-chan? Don't worry; they're all trash, too low for me to listen to. They need to learn that they're only there for my feet to walk on, and s'about time for me to teach 'em that." He threw the fork across the room and its tines embedded in the wall between to picture frames: one had the twins when they were little, smiling and laughing as they held each others hands in front of an amusement park. The other was one taken not too long ago - it had Agon in all his godly 'glory' smirking and sneering on the football field, the teams gathered off to the side and Unsui in the middle, looking lost.
The sudden reminder of what had been and what was made Unsui feel sick, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Agon!" He roared. "Fucking stop this shit!"
His brother jumped, shocked at the outburst. His wide eyes stared at him through the tinted plastic of his shades.
"Just stop! Just, stop and listen to yourself! You're being a complete asshole, a bastard! I have to pick up after you, everyday, every time; and I'm sick of it! Stop being so stuck up and take your mind out of whatever gutter you've thrown it into in exchange for girls, money, fighting and winning! I've had it!" Unsui raged, hands curling into tight fists. He knew this wasn't a good idea - pissing off Kongo Agon never was. But right now he didn't care; right now it was him and his messed up little brother, not anyone else with any other problems.
Agon's wide eyes narrowed as he realized his brother was telling him off and stood up. The air around him darkened as he made his way around the couch to face his brother properly. "Hah?" He said angrily, "What're you saying, Unko-chan? I'm being an asshole?" Usually this tone made the people around him cower and scamper away with whatever temper they'd had to stoke up Agon's ire long gone. But not his brother; he just met his eyes with a fire that hadn't been there before, and it startled Agon like nothing else.
"Yes! Yes you are! You fight, you drink, you smoke, you sleep with girls left and right, you ditch school, you skip football - the list goes on, and those are all things an asshole does! And I can't live with it anymore, 'cause I have to go and clean up, say sorry, play nice, take the blame and the anger. Who else is there to do it?" Unsui took a step forward and shoved a finger into Agon's chest. To the youngest twin the contact felt less like a finger and more like a knife prodding his heart. "No one! There is no one else except for me! And honestly, I don't know if I can take this any longer!"
Agon stared at his brother, a well of emotions building up in his chest. There were some he didn't recognize - hurt, confusion, uncertainty - but there was anger that he did know and he jumped upon the feeling, letting it consume him in its familiar, comforting warmth. "Then leave." He said flatly, his voice a whisper. He spoke again, this time louder. "Then leave! If you hate it that much then leave this house!" He shoved his brother back harshly.
Unsui let the shove carry him a few steps into the hallway and scowled. "Fine," he spat out. "I will." He turned and marched down the hall, grabbing his jacket and wallet. Pulling on his shoes, he grabbed a hat and stuck it on his head. He yanked open the door and ignored Agon coming down the hall behind him.
"I don't care!" Agon yelled after his brother, who was visible through the still-open door. "I've always thought of you as trash anyway! You're no more than the rest of them to me!" Unsui didn't respond, just hunching his shoulder up against the rain. Snarling in disgust, Agon slammed the door closed and leaned against it for the moment. He punched the hard wood once, then twice, the second hit weak and his hand trailing down to rest on the door nob. His eyes squeezed shut and listened to the sound of his own harsh breathing and the drizzle of the rain.
Those grey clouds overhead were finally starting to match him perfectly.
TBC (maybe...)
AN - Ah, that was a bit sad, but it felt to good to let Unsui rant like that. I think he loves his brother, but the weight of all of Agon's actions is just too much for him now. Yes, there will be more, but its up to you guys if this is a two-shot/three-shot kind of thing or more like a five chapter mini (mini) story, SO FOLLOW, FAV AND REVIEW TO GET YOUR OPINIONS IN!
(please...)
See you next time, Matches.
