A single bulb lit the room. It smelt like potatoes chips for some odd reason. Akira wasn't entirely sure where on earth he was. All he knew is that one minute he was walking home minding his own business and now he was surrounded by three figures as he was tied to a chair.
"I still can't believe this is Sakamoto-san's brother…"
"They don't look anything alike…"
"He's so plain looking…"
Akira sighed and lowered his head. He really just wanted to head home and not have to deal with whatever the hell this was. He didn't particularly appreciate the comments flying around either by these three weird guys. He already felt out of place in his own family. He didn't need anyone else pointing it out.
"Can I go home?" Akira tried.
"No!" shouted one of the guys' forcefully.
"Not until you tell us what's wrong with Sakamoto-san…" another said with a whine.
"Something's wrong with my brother?"
It's short I know. I'm sorry. But hey! At least I finally added a second chapter to this story. YAY! Well, catch you on the flipside Mounkey. =D