Day 11
The Spicy Burn of Revenge
Hiro deliberately did his research alone that day, while Tadashi was at school, he scowered the old web. Looking for something to get back at him with. Because, if there was any kind of revenge worth having, it was from dark-web ages.
Hiro sniffled, and shifted uncomfortably, dying to find some revenge mechanism, and get it over with. Hiro caught a bit of a cold from the Ice Bucket Challenge.
If Hiro were to say anything about it to Tadashi, he'd deliberately turn it around to how it was his fault in the first place, and if he just had done his own work he wouldn't need to use him as a test subject, and instead of ranting about the scary people of the internet he should have taken a hot shower, and that he shouldn't have fallen asleep in cold wet clothes.
This much Hiro was sure of.
"No way," Hiro said, slightly congested. He watched many of the videos, and shook his head. He narrowed it down to two challenges "It looks like they're making it into a bigger deal than it actually is." He shrugged at the first. But the second one, dubbed the 'salt and ice challenge' looked painful, and it scarred. Sure Hiro was mad, but, that was a bit out of line. He settled on the first one. Deciding to film it. Hey, might as well, he was home from school anyway.
The thing was, Tadashi left for school around an hour and a half before Hiro did. His high-school hours were different from Tadashi's collage hours. So Tadashi never saw Hiro in the mornings, other than seeing him sleeping. But Tadashi generally came home before Hiro.
Tadashi walked into their room, eyes instantly focusing on Hiro. Red-faced, flushed, and obviously sick. Hiro was reading, not something he did often, but not something he hated.
"Hiro?" The messy haired kid looked up, "What are you doing home?"
"Your little stunt last night got me sick." He huffed, and went back to reading. Mentally preparing himself for the 'it's all your fault' speech, but strangely, it never happened.
"Oh... Are you... feeling okay? Better I mean... than before?" He asked sitting on Hiro's bed, next to him, gingerly feeling his forehead. Hiro stopped reading to look him in the eye,
"Same all day."
"Have you taken anything?"
"No," Hiro rolled his eyes, "I can sweat it out."
"Hiro," Tadashi half-scolded, standing up and walking out. Obviously, to get some medicine.
"What a nerd," Hiro mumbled,
"Here, this says you have to take... two tablespoons? That's kinda a lot." Tadashi grimaced, looking at the bottle. "Um, I think just one's sufficient."
"No complaint," Hiro offered, not bothering Tadashi to fight him on the medical front. Because he always lost. "Wait...is it citrus?"
"uhh... Grape."
"good," There were exactly three flavors of medicine. Grape, Cherry, and citrus. And let's just say the citrus flavor could make even Tadashi gag. The Cherry scalded your tongue and made it numb-like. The grape wasn't too bad, sure it burnt your throat and seemed too thick to swallow, but it was sufficient.
Tadashi measured out to proper amount. and Hiro tried to take the spoon,
"No way, if you hold it, you'll spill it." He told him, "You're shaking, and plus, it's easy to spill."
"Unbelievable." Hiro rolled his eyes, slumping agents his head-board. Listening to Tadashi lecture him like a child. But, the shakiness was not from the sickness, but from anticipation.
"open up. and don't fight me on this." Tadashi said sternly, Hiro obliged. Grudgingly, but he did. And perfectly timed and according to plan, the second Tadashi pulled away the spoon, Hiro jammed one of his own into Tadashi's mouth, that he was concealing under the book, careful not to spill a speck of it's contents.
Hiro carefully swallowed the thick burning liquid,sat back, and watched as Tadashi choked, gagged, and spat out what he was givin. And apparently, the internet was right. It was awful.
"Cinnamon. Who'd have thought." Hiro mused,
"You frickin put-" Pause for coughing, "Cinnamon in-" heavy breathing and gagging, "MY MOUTH?!" More coughing.
"You got me sick, for the sake of the project, of coarse. So this is my payback. That's right, the people of the internet did this to themselves. ON PURPOSE."
"I-" Tadashi threw his hands in the air, done. And ran to the bathroom, presumably to wash out his mouth and throat.
"heh heh... You should know by now not to mess with me Tadashi! Because it's either glue to the face or Cinnamon to the throat! Either way you loooose!" He called, a bit roughly, he was still sick after all.
"I'm gonna kill you," Tadashi stated, when he finally came back, also, carrying a bottle of water. Hiro knew he was gonna be mad, but he's been his little brother for life. Hiro knew exactly how to play his cards to escape the rage.
"... don't look at me that way," Tadashi mumbled, Hiro allowed his eyes to water a bit, easy from the sickness, but also for the effect.
"I can't help it," Hiro said, shivering, which though unintentional, helped his case. "I'm sick,"
"Yeah," Tadashi rubbed his arm, coming to sit beside him, "And I guess that was kind of my fault." Hiro shrugged, helplessly. Sure he was thinking 'darn right it's your fault!' But again, he had a plan.
Tadashi sighed, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I'm sorry I got you sick, Hiro."
"It's okay," Hiro said, one of the only thing that wasn't a lie or an act today. He did forgive his brother, plus, snuggling up to Tadashi's side, which was warm, was making him drowsy.
"No, I shouldn't have done it..."
"It was kinda funny though." Hiro yawned, and fell asleep next to him,
"..." Tadashi couldn't help but smile,
"Heh, yeah... I guess it was kinda funny."
not a lot of reviews from last chapter, yeaaah... I kinda half-bootied that one. Hope some feels can make up for it!
The Medicine flavor evaluation, is purely all me. LITERALLY NEVER BUY THE CITRUS I BEG OF YOU. my mom can handel ANYTHING and she hates to waste. But she had to throw the Citrus out because OOOHHH MYYYY GOOOSH IT WAS TOXIC.
Same thing with the 2 tablespoon rationing. My mom always tells me and my older sis just to take no more than one tablespoon. (2 tablespoons of medicine is a lot yo, ARE THEY TRYIN TO KILL US?)
