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-Fifteen years ago-
"I am to become a Consulting Detective!" The ten year old announced to his brother behind glass "Sherlock, are you capable of growing up?" The seventeen year old Mycroft replied, sneering behind his book "If you want to succeed in the world you have to conform to a proper job, that's way I am accepted into the British Government" "Least I won't become a great big fatty like you!" The minor shot out his tongue at his girthy brother "Sherlock, need I warn you?" "No. Besides you abandoned me to go to stupid school" "I have taught you everything you need to know from my experience and more" "I am not going to 'conform' you always say I can't be around people, becoming a Consultant then I shall be isolated" "This fantasy of yours, Brother-mine. There is no point in having it" The ten year old stomped his foot shouting "It is not a fantasy!" "Sherlock, calm down" Mycroft ordered as the glass began to frost at the corners "NO!" "Sherlock,"
Mycroft let himself in and stormed over to his younger sibling "Calm down or do I need to restrain you?" "Leave me alone!" Jumping up Sherlock attempted to choke his brother, his inferior height and tiny body structure did make several problems. Mycroft shoved Sherlock's freezing hands away from his throat causing the young boy to drop on the ground "Enough" The elder ordered "Go away!" Throwing lame punches at his brother Sherlock was manhandled and lifted up by his middle Mycroft carried the tantrum into the next room, reserved for meaningless meditation activities and dropped him onto the mats "You shall remain in here until you have calmed down" In a fit Sherlock kicked a silver yoga ball at his brother - it had been hardened slightly with anger - hitting Mycroft square in the face causing him to splatter on the floor with a bleeding nose. "Sherlock!" His Mother scolded harshly.
"Sherlock?" John's voice was coming through the speakers, "Sherlock?"
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