Disclaimer: I don't own any of the J&D characters; I do own Ezra and Jeren.

A/N: This is just going to one of multiple short stories I'm planning on doing about Erol and Ezra. Kind of story of their life, but with each chapter being a different (and random) part of it. I'll have the twin's age at the beginning of each chapter as well as rating (seeing as it'll be different from chapter to chapter.)

If you don't know who Ezra is, you may want to go and read Hybrid before you read these stories. But it's not necessary.

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Age: 19 Rating: PG (for language)

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Erol answered the door after the person on the other side had beaten on it relentlessly.

"Break it down, why don'tcha'!" He snapped once he had the door open.

Standing on the other side of the door was Jeren, a long time friend of the twin's. His slender form was bundled tightly in a heavy jacket, and a thick scarf was wrapped around his neck and lower face. His long ear trembled as he shivered from the cold. "I would have, if my hands didn't hurt so much from just pounding on it." He said, his voice muffled by the scarf. "Can I come in? It's friggin cold!"

"Couldn't tell." Erol smirked and let the shivering man inside.

"Sorry bout barging in on you like this, but Ezra said I could come over after training." Jeren said as he untangled himself from his scarf. "So, where is he?" He asked when Erol's other half wasn't to be seen.

"Taking a shower." Erol said as he entered the kitchen, a large metal object in his hands.

"Ok." He said and shrugged his coat off. "Ah…what's the bucket for?"

Erol set the container on the counter as a sly grin spread across his face. "Nothing." He lied, and began filling the bucket with ice cubes he pulled from the freezer before Jeren had interrupted him.

"Uh huh," Jeren eyed Erol skeptically and sat down at the table. "You're not doing what I think you're doing?"

"And just what would that be?" Once half full of ice cubes, Erol then began to fill the rest of the bucket up with cold water.

"Your brother is going to kill you!" Jeren laughed.

"Perhaps." Erol chuckled. "But it'll be so worth it."

"So what did he do to you that he deserves this?"

Erol turned the water off and lifted bucket out of the sink, careful not to spill its contents. "Drained my zoomer's fuel tank and dumped a nest of wumpbees in it last summer."

"Ouch!" Jeren winced. "So why did you wait so long to get him back?"

"Just biding my time." Erol grinned and carried the bucket of ice water down the hallway to his brother's room.

The house soon descended into silence and Jeren found himself straining to hear what was going on. The silence seemed to drag on forever, that is, until a loud surprised and enraged scream was heard from the bathroom. Erol was seen seconds later, running as fast as his feet would carry him, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. He was followed closely by a very wet and very pissed Ezra.

"Get back here you little shit!" He barked, trying to get a hold of his brother while trying to keep his towel on at the same time.

Jeren burst out laughing as the pair ran by, almost falling out of his chair in the process.

Ezra chased Erol down towards the latter's bedroom. The door was slammed shut and all that could be heard from behind the door were muffled screams and protests.

A few moments later the door opened and the pair emerged, with Ezra leading the way and Erol stumbling along behind him, walking at an awkward angle, and Jeren could soon see why. Ezra had Erol by his left ear, forcing him to walk bent over with his head cocked to one side. Jeren could also see that Erol had been stripped of all his clothing except for his boxers.

"Come on Ezra…ouch!…It was just a…fuck that hurts!…Joke." Erol tugged at his brother's arm trying to get him to let go. Ezra only scowled and gave Erol's ear a twist. "Owww!"

Ezra walked up to the front door and pulled it open.

"Ezra…what are you doing?" Erol suddenly panicked when he felt the cold winter night air wash over him.

Ezra grinned cruelly and pulled Erol around, letting him stare out at the darkened street. "Oh no! No no! Ezra don't you dare! Ezra…Nooooooo!" Erol screamed as he was then given a shove out the door and into the cold night air.

Erol yelped as he tried not to slip on the slick ground, his arms waving in the air all the while. Once he had his balance, he turned back towards the house to see Ezra grinning back at him. Erol glared and ran for the door colliding with it moments later after Ezra had slammed it shut and locked it.

"God damn it!" Erol cursed. "Ezra open up, it's fucking cold!" He yelled as he began pounding on the door. He paused for a moment to listen to what was going on inside. He could hear Jeren laughing and a few muffled words from his brother. "Jeren?" Erol pleaded, hoping his friend would come to his rescue. "Please let me in."

On the inside, Ezra stood at the door smirking as he listened to his brother's pleas for mercy. "So," Ezra finally said as he turned to address his friend. "How was your day?"

Jeren shrugged still snickering. "Training was a bitch. But other wise it was a pretty good day."

"That's good."

"Guys please!" Came Erol's whine from the other side of the door. "I can't feel my ears or feet."

"So, how long you gonna leave him out there?" Jeren asked.

Ezra shrugged as he walked back towards his room, intent on drying off and getting into some warm dry clothing. "Five maybe ten minuets," He said before adding. "I could leave him out there all night, but then that would be cruel."

"Yes, I suppose it would." Jeren agreed.

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Just out side, Erol stood shivering, his arms wrapped tightly around his body in an attempt to keep warm. He is sooo fucking dead once I get back inside. He thought to himself as he watched the puffs of steam his breath made in the cool air.

"Nice underwear!" Someone hollered at him from across the street.

"Screw you!" He shot back. Oh yes, he is defiantly dead!

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Author's Rant: So what do you think? Good? Bad? Not worth the effort I put into it? Tell me!!! R&R please.

Oh, and I gave chapter 6 of Hybrid an overhaul. So check it out and tell me what you think.