This Story is named because of this sentence: Greg was looking for trouble, or its human embodiment Rodrick.

Don't like, don't read. This is an introduction, chapter lengths vary

Inside:

Incest

Sexual Content

Boy on Boy action

Lying

Law Breaking

Self-Harm

A slightly psychotic Rodrick.

Darkness in General

When most people look at Rodrick Heffley, they see a dark, slightly sinister looking yet playful young man. Because that was what Rodrick was now, a young man, a young man who just happened to be stuck in the body of a teenager. At least that was how he saw it.

"Mom," Rodrick paused smiling easily, "I'm going out tonight, I'll be back about….."

Susan Heffley paused, wondering whether Rodrick was asking for permission or whether she was dreaming. Her eldest son Rodrick was not known for obedient behaviour. In fact the only behaviour Rodrick was known for was behaviour that had more than once caught the attention of the police and caused several neighbours to leave the neighbourhood.

"Seven, be home in time for dinner?"

Rodrick smiled "Ten, I'll be home for breakfast."

"N-"

Rodrick grinned at his mother and, while waving smugly, charged quickly out of the room, knocking over Greg, as he did so.

GREG'S POV.

Greg had never been more irritated with Rodrick lately, it seemed that the moment he became fourteen, Rodrick only had two interests in Greg:

1. Pulling even more vicious and violent pranks on him than normal.

2. And to insist on giving Greg sexual advice and telling him over and over, "It's ok that your gay little bro." even when Greg told him repeatedly that he was not gay.

Lately Rodrick seemed to find then whenever he was near any of Greg's friends, it was the perfect time to talk loudly about how proud he was of his 'Gay' younger brother.

Yes, Rodrick was becoming miles worse lately and not just in his teasing. He had recently taken interest in staying out extremely late and night and frustratingly his parents seemed to have no concern for it.

Then again, whenever he came home from one of his infamous late night expeditions he would have the most haunted and obscenely animalist look in his eyes. And would refuse point blank to touch, speak or even look at Greg for the remainder of the week, only glaring moodily at the wall if they were forced into each other's company.

When Greg had asked Rowley about it, he had said that Rodrick was most likely 'jealous of not being the only teenager in the house anymore', when Greg had reminded him that he'd been a teenager for a year already Rowley just shrugged.

Holly, however had been tons more helpful, she had suggested following Rodrick, snooping in his room, or finding some way to force him to talk.

Of course following Rodrick would be extremely hard and seeing as Rodrick had already stormed out the door and was most likely half way down the street now, Greg decided it would be almost impossible to try to reach out to Rodrick tonight.

Instead he skipped Dinner and ran straight to his room, pulling out his new mobile that was already sticky with sweat and food and called Rowley.

"Rowley, I need you to come over, right now. I have just had the most amazing Idea ever!"

"It smells weird…" Rowley looked hesitantly around Rodrick's room, "I mean is it a bad smell? A Good smell? I really can't tell…"

Rodrick's room was just a messy as ever, clothes sprawled everywhere and shoes hanging off chairs and wardrobes.

His bed was tousled and un-made and the sheets where falling off the one side. His pillows, which were as black as midnight, matched his duvet and seemed to be the only semblance of order in the room.

"It doesn't matter, look there's his computer." A single sock was dangling off the screen and the mouse was resting on a dried up banana skin. "Come on." Greg stepped lightly over Rodrick's clothes, which all looked fresh from the wash though apparently instead of putting them away, Rodrick simply threw them on the floor.

Greg sat down in the old leather seat in front of Rodrick's computer and began gently clicking the computer to life. He was surprised to find then Rodrick's picture was one from the party they'd had last year, it was him grinning while pulling a chair out from an unsuspecting party guest.

After clicking on internet explorer Greg pulled up a list of Rodrick's internet history.

Most of it was reasonably average stuff. He'd been on facebook, googled Löded Diperand himself a few times but apart from that everything seemed normal…

"Greg, look!" Rowley pointed to a certain section of the history page. In seemed Rodrick had been studying something intently for the last year or two, something that Greg had a feeling wasn't anything to do with a class project.

"Rowley…what does this mean?"

Rowley shrugged, unlike Greg he had no idea what the word mean and failed to find the sentence Rodrick had googled disturbing.

Greg sat up abruptly and stormed out the room in a Rodrick-Like manor, Rowley following nervously behind him.

The only thing left in the room was the computer, open on the history page, the screen flickering slowly.

It was disturbing how the room was lit up only by the heavily googled words, Is Incest Illegal?

OH...the suspense ;)