Miroku limped into the kitchen and turned on the light. A sink filled with dishes reminded of him of yesterday's endeavours and he couldn't help but smile. Looking down at his bruised and slightly swollen toes, he fondly recalled the memory:
The sun's rays shined brightly down on them, scant clouds decorated the sky and a cool breeze came in from the sea. The soft crashing of waves joined in harmony with the almost syncopated rhythm of the dull thud of a ball. Miroku and Kohaku had been playfully bantering over who was the better soccer player for the greater part of an hour before Kohaku succumbed to the need to posture and ran into the beach house for the ball that was housed there. It was a volleyball, no way intended for their intentions but they persisted. Kohaku managed to score five goals before he tired- three less than Miroku. Kohaku put the ball away then decided to demonstrate his aquabatic prowess; a challenge Miroku simply could not refuse.
It had been a good day, and a well planned one too, for as he limped towards the kitchen window, dark clouds loomed overhead. Maybe they would play a game of pool today, possibly some cards. Hobbling over to the fridge, he searched its contents for the leftovers from yesterday's cooking competition.
"Hey, warm up some for me too why dont ya"
"No problemo"
He and his brother had been drifting apart since Miroku got a girlfriend and, in a show of good will, he took time off work to find his footing with the young man once more. Thunder boomed overhead and as Miroku took several bowls out of the fridge, he made a bit of small talk
"Was yesterday okay?"
Kohaku shuffled to a chair and took a seat, smoothing out his bed head before his brother saw, "yeah it was cool, but remind me to never let your stupid behind smooth talk me into playing soccer with a volleyball"
Miroku cast him a glance feigning affliction, "Why my dearest brother, you wound me"
"Yeah yeah," Kohaku grumbled out, "big head"
"Chicken hair"
"Soup brain"
"Big nose"
"Just warm up the damn food!"
Miroku chuckled and slowly moved toward the microwave. The air between them had a cheerful energy and he was sure that whatever rocky patch the two of them were going through was smoothing out now. He loved his girlfriend but he loved his brother more; once he got a good balance between their relationships he'd never let it go
Word Count: 429
Prompt: Tread
