Title: Misleading Conversations
Chapter title: A Brothers' Quarrel (Koji & Koichi's POV)
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. If I did, you'd know it. ;P
Koichi sat on the bed in his twin's room, right pant leg rolled up past his knee, the skin just below it scraped raw and red, flecks of dirt mixed in with the dots of blood beginning to from. Koji stood up from where he'd been rummaging around in a drawer, a small white container in his hands.
"First aid kit?" the elder asked, an eyebrow raised to convey the silent question of why the younger had one in his room.
"Mom's idea," Koji shrugged, and popped the kit open, setting it on the dresser top. The younger was of course referring to his step-mother in this statement.
The twins were having a sleepover party that night with the rest of their friends – Koichi's idea; Koji had reluctantly agreed after a good deal of persuasion from both parents and his twin. A night of Takuya's idiocy constantly annoying him, was not his idea of fun.
Koichi had tripped on his way down the steps from the school's entrance, though how his brother managed to trip over his own two feet was a mystery to Koji. At least the elder had tripped on the second to last step and not at the top. Been there, done that, rather not go there again. Koji wanted to check his twin's knee then, but Koichi had repeatedly insisted that he was fine, which he later obviously wasn't. Try as the elder might to hide it, the younger had noticed the slight limp in his brother's step during their walk home. It wasn't until Koji had cornered the elder in their room that Koichi had relented and painfully pulled up his pant leg to reveal the damaged skin.
Koji sighed, ripping open a small package and extracting the folded piece of cloth damp with disinfectant. His brother didn't want people to worry about him so pretended he was fine, which, more often than not, had people more worried in the end. And sometimes slightly aggravated, as in this case; but protective brotherly instincts were overriding the aggravation, for the most part.
Koji kneeled in front of his brother so he could see the injury better, and began to gently dab at the scrapped skin, aiming to remove the dirt so the scrap wouldn't become infected.
Koichi hissed softly as his knee began to sting more than it already had been. "Koji, that hurts…!" he whimpered.
"Shh. It won't in a minute," Koji replied automatically, sounding as soothing as he could manage.
Koichi sucked in a sudden sharp breath as the younger moved the cloth inwards from the edge of the damaged skin, a sharp sting shooting through the small area. His leg tensed, coincidentally jerking slightly away from Koji's hands.
"Just stay still," the younger reprimanded gently, catching the elder's leg.
"But it hurts," Koichi protested meekly, as his twin carefully brushed the cloth over the damaged skin further aggravating the currently oversensitive area.
Koji sighed in frustration, letting his concentration slip and applying more pressure to the cloth than he should have. "I know it does. Just let me—" He broke off as his twin's leg purposefully jerked away this time. "Koichi, I said, stay still!" the younger demanded, forcefully bringing the elder's leg back to where he could reach it.
"Koji!" Koichi yelped, in a surprisingly high octave for his deep voice, kicking his leg out of said twin's grasp when the cloth was pressed fully against his scrapped knee, coming damn near close to kicking Koji in the face, and darting to the opposite side of the room.
"Damnit, Koichi! Get back here!" Koji demanded angrily, swinging around and grabbing his brother by the arm, forcefully yanking him back to sit on the bed.
"Let go!" The elder's protests fell on deaf ears, as he struggled to get away again. "Stop it!" he yelped, the cloth being pressed against his knee again. "I told you, that hurts!"
"If you'd just sit still and stop whining—" Koji partially growled, trying to keep his brother still enough he could actually clean the knee. But Koichi easily managed to struggled free again and made a beeline for the door, a silent cry of surprise escaping his lips as he was unceremoniously grabbed by shoulder and flung back onto the bed, Koji literally on top of him to keep from getting away. Blast it! He was going to clean that knee one way or another!
"Koji! Get off!" the elder demanded in an aggravated tone. Why did Koji always have to be so damn stubborn? Once he decided things were going to happen one way, he wouldn't listen to anyone, or at least, rarely. For once, it would be nice if he could let someone else make the decision.
"Stop fighting already!" The younger's reply was almost a growl.
"Koji, I swear—" But Koji didn't care to know what Koichi swore – it was probably an empty threat anyway – and slapped a hand over his twin's mouth, muffling the rest of the sentence beyond recognition. Finding that the elder's right leg was conveniently bend towards him, foot resting on the edge of the bed, the younger slapped the cloth against the scrapped knee and held it there. Though, he'd probably used more force than really necessary. Koichi screamed against his brother's hand from the severe resulting sting.
"What are you two doing in there? !"
The door flung open, the resulting bang causing both boys to jump, turning towards the sound. Well, Koji turned; Koichi had to make do with looking out of the corner of his eye.
Standing in the doorway were Takuya and Zoe, who had posed – or rather, shrieked – the question, both with equally scarlet red and thoroughly freaked out expressions.
Koji took a few seconds to process the situation – he on top of Koichi, who was pinned against the bed; and them, who obviously had not been thinking very innocent thoughts before throwing the door open. This was going to be rather interesting to explain. And Koji could damn well explain it himself, Koichi thought, as he used his left leg to push his distracted twin off, then quickly scooted away, cradling his stinging knee.
XD Still hilarious even from the twins' perspective. I'd like to know how the rest of the sleepover went after that misadventure. XD No, I don't plan on writing that. You can use your imagination. =3
Next chapter dedicated to Felicity Taylor who supplied my…slightly twisted and very insane mind with her idea. Embrace the insanity! It's a hell of a lot of fun! =D