Awhile later, the Warthogg triplets sat down at a small cafe joint. A few minutes later, a waitress came up and asked what drinks they'd like to order. Glancing over the drinks list on the menu, Chislett thought outloud, "-Man... how long has it been since I had a milkshake, bro?" Goresky snorted, "-Three days, Chis." "That long??" exclaimed his brother, dramatically. "Hell then... hmmm... well.. just to be 'slightly' daring here, I'll choose something opposed to the usual chocolate..." I'll have a vanilla milkshake, please," he told the waitress, who wrote it down. Goresky smirked, shaking his head. "-Heh.. oh heck... might as well get it for myself then, if you won't get it... I'll have a chocolate milkshake, then." Bullseye twisted his lips in thought, then finally decided. "-I'll have a large ice water, thank you." As the waitress took the order off, Goresky and Chislett stared at their brother, oddly. Bullseye blinked at them. "-What???" Chislett snickered, "-Oh come on bro... it wouldn't kill for you to 'let loose' you know... strawberry used to be your favorite." Goresky said thoughtfully, "-But there WAS that time he swiped your chocolate milk, remember?" Bullseye gave a snort. "-I only did it, 'cuz he hid Pooka-Man on me!" I did NOT enjoy that chocolate milk, I'll have you know!" "-POOKA-MAN!" shrieked Chislett, of Bullseye's childhood stuffed animal plushie toy. "THAT'S it's name!!" Oh my god, Bullseye, do you know how many YEARS I've been trying to remember that name???" For the love of... for some reason I kept thinking it was Winnie the Pooh or something!" But then I was just like, 'Nooooo... that's NOT it!!'" But NOW I know! FINALLY!" 'Pooka-Man'!!" Seriously bro, I feel like I could die a 'complete' person, now!" Bullseye stared at him, incredulously. "-Riiiight... Chis, has anyone ever told you, you have 'issues'??" Chislett just laughed, as Goresky asked, "-But anyways... so what's your reason bro?" speaking of why Bullseye didn't order something else. His youngest brother shrugged. "-Couldn't have a milkshake, even if I wanted to... well... a 'chocolate' one anyways, I suppose." Goresky cocked an eyebrow. "-Why not?" "-The cocoa beans in it give me a reaction." Or to be more precise, an allergy to chocolate, technically." His brothers were shocked. "-Say what??" gapped Goresky. "-You shittin' us?" Chislett questioned. Bullseye shook his muzzle. "Don't believe me, ask Sir Blackburn." He's the one who discovered it, when I came in that day, with a tongue swollen the size of a small hand, after eating a chocolate muffin." Gave me a nice needle too." That was about as pleasant as seeing an old lard ass in a Speedo." Both his brothers were silent, at this remark. Finally, Chislett said, "Bullseye?" "-Yeah?" "-All I have to say is... if I never get that mental image outta my head... I'm holding you responsible, past the grave, you understand?" Bullseye snorted. "-Oookay then." And oh yeah... guess since I told you that allergy, better tell you my other one too, while I'm at it-" "-'Other one'??" echoed his brothers. "-Oh, come on... don't give me that, you guys... it's not like I ASKED for them!" It's just another 'bean' allergy, actually." Coffee beans." In other words, caffeine and soda pops." Goresky said, "-Oh... well... guess that one's not TOO bad, I suppose." Chislett blew out. "-Are you kidding?" Man!" I couldn't live without pops and certain caffeinated products, believe me!" Bullseye gave a wryly smile. "-You sound just like Buckthorne, you know that??" His brothers looked questioningly. "I am?" asked Chislett. "How so??" Bullseye rubbed his chin. "-He may not look it, but he's a chocolate and caffeine addict." Goresky cocked his head to the side. "-Really??" "-Yeah... you should see the guy!" He drinks a huge mug of coffee or chocolate milk EVERY morning... but then again... he needs it." "-What for?" "-He's an insomniac," the youngest Warthogg brother explained. "Sleeps like shit, almost every night." And by that, I mean not eight hours." Goresky breathed, "-Whoa... that's pretty heavy... do you know what CAUSES the insomnia?" Bullseye took a brief pause. "-Yeah... reoccurring nightmares." "Oh... what about, exactly?" There was another pause. But before Bullseye could think of a way to respond, Chislett cut in, "-Uhh... I don't mean to interrupt bro but... speaking of Wolfe dude... ummm... well I didn't ask this to him, myself, since I thought it might be rude but... do you know how he got that scar across his left eye?" I was just wondering." Bullseye stared at Chislett, with a silent, and rather cold glare, to their surprise. Finally, he responded, quite sharply, "-It's a good thing you DIDN'T ask him, Chis!" Good to see you have SOME sense in ya, for God's sake!" Both older warthog brothers were shocked by their younger brother's sudden anger. Chislett gulped, "-Whoa... bro, it was just a simple question!" I didn't mean anything by it!" Bullseye's fury then cooled a little, enough for him to say, "-Well... the question may be a 'simple' one... but I don't know what else to say but, the answer is more 'complicated' than I could stress." Goresky dared to press, "Well, maybe you should try and explain it to us... I mean... so as to help us understand him better?" 'Cuz well... he IS your best friend and all, and we'll be seeing him again, right?" Chislett shrugged in agreement, both looking towards Bullseye. Their brother twisted his lip, considering this. He then sighed, and replied, "-Well... I guess I could... but don't tell him I said anything!" This isn't exactly his most favorite past remiscient." His brothers nodded, giving their word. "-Okay... see... alright, so he's five years old." And... his dad got laid off, from his job." That plus the stress of the loss of the late Kings, his father, Svein, is really low, down, and all, since he's got a wife and three young kids, five year old Buckthorne, and Landon and Kelsey, the three year old twins, to support." So he kinda has a breakdown, of some sense, and starts drinking." Goresky pulled a horrified look. "-Oh nooo... nonono!" Drinking in depression is SO bad!" The outcome is never good!" Oh god... what happened??" "-Well... like you said... one night after heavy drinking, Svein is pissed outta his mind, coming stumbling home, late at night." And guess who happens to be standing just outside the kitchen, getting a glass of water?" Chislett's mouth dropped. "-Oh man... you don't mean-" Bullseye nodded, "-Little, innocent, five year old Buckthorne." And since his old man is totally plastered, he doesn't know who the heck Buckthorne is!" He starts muttering stuff, about Buck being a street rat or a robber, or some shit!" And poor kid, he doesn't know what the hell his dad is saying, he doesn't know that Svein is slobbering drunk!" He tries talking to his dad, but his words are worth beans to the wasted bastard, so then Svein takes his beer bottle, breaks it in half, and THREATENS his son, that he's gonna HURT him if he doesn't get out!" Goresky and Chislett gasped in horror. "-Buckthorne's scared to fucking bits, stumbles to the floor, crying to his dad, trying to snap him outta it, but... no fucking use." His dad swung that busted bottle across Buckthorne's face..." There was a long, stunned, silence. Goresky breathed, "-Oh my god..." Chislett choked out, "-That's... just... whoa... some twisted shit, man..." I mean... his own dad..." Bullseye shifted his gaze. "-Now you know." And in saying that, I might as well sum up the rest." Two months, after that incident, both Buckthorne's parents were murdered, he and his sibs got sent to the orphanage, his sister dies, his brother dies, he's alone." The end." This was one hard blow to take. The two older warthogs were completely shocked out of their minds. How one person could take such a depressive beating from life, and live on, was hard to believe. Chislett finally said, "-Holy... shit... dude." Goresky shook his head, sympathetically. "-That's the most awful thing, I've ever heard..." Poor Buckthorne... no wonder he was the way he was." Bullseye lifted his attention. "-What do ya mean by that?" "Well... you know... you can tell alot about someone, by their tone of voice, their stance, their friends, even." And from his past, I can see why he's rather, soft-spoken, drawn back, and more of a 'observant' person." And plus why he's best friends with you... I mean... you're outspoken, very direct, and leader-like, a rather contrasting personality to his own." It's like... you're his protection, his leader, a brother, almost." He lost his family, and never knew an older sibling, so to speak." Same with you, kinda bro... you got separated from us, and never had a younger sibling... so... that's where you guys fit in." You've got that whole 'opposites attract' friendship." Oh... and I'm not trying to 'label' you guys here, sorry if I sound like that... I'm just saying it for mine and Chis's sake for understandment." Bullseye took this all in, and finally responded, "-Ah... well... I guess it could be one way to put things." He shrugged it off. Feeling a rather uneasy tension, setting in, Chislett broke the mood. "-Hey Bullseye... you may have told us about Buckthorne's past... but you never told us about YOURS!" I mean... come on!" It's been eleven years bro... what's happened... what's going on with you?" This subject was an immediate mood lifter. Bullseye slowly smiled, deviously. "-You're right, bro... I haven't told ya jackshit about myself... stupid me." So... what do you want to hear, exactly?" Chislett thought. "-Hmmm... how about... OH!" I got it!" Got into any interesting trouble?" Goresky sighed, "-Chislett!" "-Goresk, come on!" I wanna know!" Well, Bullsy-bro?" Bullseye thought carefully. "-Hmm... that's a good question, bro..." Let's see... interesting trouble... ummm... can't think of much for elementary school... middle?" Hmmm... ah heck, I'll just skip to present highschool." What have I done lately, that's oh so naughty?" Oh, I have just the story..." Bullseye then told them of the time he had bribed his English professor Master Reid, to bump up his grade, in return for the safe recovery of his teacher's heirloom fountain pen. Goresky snorted, rolling his eyes at this, as Chislett howled. "-Oh that's golden, bro!" Nicely done!" he exclaimed, giving Bullseye a high five. Goresky cast a glance at Bullseye. "-That was no worse than what CHISLETT did to his French teacher, Lady Sora." Bullseye looked at Chislett, who was grinning like a loon. "-Dare I ask, brother?" Chislett looked at Goresky. "-Should I tell him?" Goresky sniffed. "-Whatever." Chislett gave a satisfied look. "-Well... what can I say bro?" While you was making Reid nervous, me and Sora were getting rather 'comfy'..." Bullseye's eyes widened. "Shut-up!" Chis... you did NOT..." His brother grinned, triumphantly. "-Oh yes I did..." Goresky sighed. "-He seduced his friggin teacher." His TEACHER!" Chislett protested. "-She wasn't at the time, I did!" So it's not breaking any rules!" "-Yes it IS, Chislett!" You're still a 'student' and she's still a 'teacher', even if she's not teaching you!" Besides... older woman, Chis!" Honestly..." "-How many times do I have to tell you, Goresk??" She's only twenty-one!" Barely five years older than me!" That's nothing!" Goresky grumbled, "-That doesn't make it anymore right!" Bullseye gawked. "-So you really..." Chislett gave a simple shrug. "-What else can I say but... if those walls in the janitor closet could speak... my, what a yarn they'd spin!" That dame sure brought some culture into my MOUTH!" Booyah!" Bullseye shook his head. "-Man Chis... you're nastier than I am!" Give me some love!" And they high-fived again. Bullseye then questioned, "Just wondering then... so you're saying you lost your virginity at sixteen?" Chislett shrugged, "-Little before that, yeah, about." "Gotten with anyone else since or before then?" "-Maybe... one or two, before that... only say... two or three months earlier." But hey, I'm still young, right?" I'll get 'in' there more so, soon enough, ah thank you!" Bullseye laughed. "-Well then... can I ask you guys a question?" They both listened. "-Yeah?" "-Out of curiosity... what were you guys doing on the evening of our fifteenth birthday, by the way?" Goresky thought. "-Hmmm... we went out to a club, and a dinner party with a couple friends." We decided to have a slightly 'quiet' birthday, that year, to save for the big 'sweet sixteen', ya know?" Bullseye nodded, trying to hold back a huge smirk. "-Ah yeah." Chislett raised an eyebrow. "-What were you up to, bro?" Bullseye set out his news, calm and neatly. "-Eh?" Oh... not much... I got my ID... went to some bar/club joint... had my first booze... fucked a seventeen year old-" At hearing the last thing, Goresky nearly choked on a swallow of his drink, causing him to spit it outwards, in a mouthful spray, in which he quickly shot a hand over his dripping mouth. Bullseye, smugly expression, held his hand up. "-Napkin, Goresk?" His brother ignored his offer, and snatched another one, from his side, and slowly looked up at Bullseye. "-Bro... tell me you're bullshitting... I'm BEGGING you... pleeease." Bullseye chewed his lip, dramatically. "-Those 'exact' words?" Chislett's jaw hung open. "-Bullseye... you're SERIOUS??" Bullseye nodded, "-Swear to God, Chis... it happened." Chislett exclaimed, "-Holy fucking shit!" Dude!" ...You got BOOTY on our birthday??" Man!" I got a half-assed sound system!" And just think of it... while me and Goresk were sitting, listening to our mates saying a couple words, only so many yards away, YOU were in a bedroom, at a bar, having wild monkey sex with some hot seventeen year old!" Oh my god... bro I'd KILL you right now, if I knew how to make it look like an accident!" You lucky little bastard!" Goresky gave a sigh, rolling his eyes. "-Ya know Chis... as I've told ya numerous times... it doesn't pay for us to call each other names... cuz that would make US the same thing... remember?" Like if you called me a son of a bitch, you'd be calling YOURSELF that, since we have the SAME mother!" Chislett paused, then snorted, "-Ah hell..." Chuckling, Bullseye turned to Goresky. "-So... Chis told me about HIS 'love life'... but what about you, Goresk?" Laid any bitches, lately?" To his surprise, Goresky suddenly looked embarrassed. He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "-Uhhh... not... really." Chislett's face fell slightly, as he thought, *Oh no... here it comes...* He was just praying that their younger brother took it better than a certain someone else had... Bullseye looked at Goresky oddly. "Ummm... okay... you mean, you're still a virgin?" Goresky chewed his lip. "-Not exactly..." "-So you HAVE had sex?" "Yeah..." "-Well who with?" A girlfriend?" "-Well... nooo..." "-You mean a one night stander, then?" Cuz those count... I mean... they MUST, otherwise I'M still-" "-No, it wasn't that." "-A 'prostitute', then?" "-HELL no!" Bullseye was getting exasperated. "What on Mobius do you mean then?" You got RAPED or something???" "-For the last time, NO!" yelped Goresky. Bullseye shrieked, "-Then WHAT??" Goresky smothered his face with his palm. "-Okay, okay... I'll tell you... but Bullseye... first and most importantly of all.. just... keep an open mind, for a second." VERY wide and OPEN..." Bullseye cocked his head. "-Goresky... WHAT-IS-IT?" Swallowing hard, Goresky said slowly, "-Bullseye... I'm... I... I'm gay."
The second these words left his mouth, Bullseye took them in... and was immediately 'paralyzed', so to speak, brain/mind wise. At first he thought it was a joke, but then, seeing the solemn, serious looks his brothers wore, he knew it wasn't. This was something that Bullseye wouldn't have guessed of hearing in a million years... Also, he'd never really given the fact/idea of homosexuality in general, much thought. The first time he'd learned of it, he was kind of grossed out and bewildered by it at first, wondering HOW and WHY someone would ever choose that path. But then, he shrugged it off, and figured, well, everyone WAS different... they all had their own things, preferences, views, and ideas. So if a man liked a man, or a woman liked a woman, maybe it wasn't such a 'evil' thing, so to speak. It wasn't like he had anything against homosexuals, either. He'd seen one or two before, and he'd treated them with as much respect as any average heterosexual. Though he had to admit... the whole situation was still kind of a strange, twisted mystery. He could definitely see why some people called it "queer"... it was a rather 'fitting' name for it, in certain ways. Just then, Bullseye realized he was taking an awfully long time, pausing, and said the first thing he could think of, that sounded the least offensive. "-Ooooooh..." His response made Goresky flinch. *'Ooooh?'?? What did he mean by THAT??* Goresky thought, nervously. This was a debatable answer. It could've meant three things. Either Bullseye had meant that, as in, he understood what Goresky had been meaning to say, or that he was disturbed by it, and just said that, too polite to say what he REALLY thought, or that he was even more confused. Goresky gnawed on his lip. Chislett's stare tensely darted from one brother to the other, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then, after a couple seconds of uncomfortable silence, Bullseye opened his mouth and his brains fell out (metaphorically speaking). "-So... you like... guys?" Goresky blinked. "-Erm... yeah." "-Ah," said Bullseye, nodding along. There was another pause. "-And you've had.. uhhh.. 'relations'... with them?" His brother turned a shade of pink. "-Well... ummm... one, yes." "-Hmmm." Bullseye tried to see if he could debate with this. "-But... you like girls too... right?" 'Cuz that would make you 'bisexual', not just-" "-Uhhh... I like girls in... 'general'... but they don't.... 'sexually arouse' me... if that's what you're getting at," Goresky replied, gulping. Bullseye stared for a second, blankly. "-Oh... well... just... making sure... yeah." Goresky looked utterly humiliated, at this point. Finally, Chislett could take it no longer. "-You know what... I think I'm gonna go wash up..." he announced, standing up. "Wanna come with, bro?" Bullseye looked baffled at the 'invitation'. "-Ummm... I'm good thanks..." Chislett scowled a little. "-Okay, I don't think you understood me... Bullseye... COME ON." He grabbed his brother by the arm, and hauled him off, to the men's room. Goresky watched them leave, his heart sinking. He knew what Chislett was trying to do... but the damage was already done, thought Goresky. He put his face in his hands, and breathed heavily, in despair.
Once in the men's room, Bullseye pulled his arm away. "-Okay okay!" Geez!" What do you want??" Chislett first looked and made sure no other males were in the urinals or stalls. There weren't. "-Alright, the coast is clear." He went up to the entrance, and bolted the door. Bullseye stared bewilderedly, "-What the hell are you doing??" His brother turned around, and walked back over. "-Bullseye... I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna listen, do you understand??" Startled by Chislett's unusual firm and serious tone, his brother slowly nodded, "O... kay." Chislett got straight to it. "-Now listen bro, and listen good... okay, so there you have it." You know the truth about Goresky." 'Nuff said." And yeah... considering you're a regular straight guy, you're a little weirded or grossed out about hearing your own brother is a queer." I know, I've been there... and I'll admit it!" I was rather freaked out, myself, more or less!" And yes... it STILL bugs me, every little minute, now and then." But you know what sickens me more??" All the absolute and utter HELL Goresk's been through, this past year!" All the people that he told, and they flipped out on him... all the horrible rumors about him, that went around at school... all the assholes that gay bashed him, for months... and what Pa did to him, and-" "WAIT A MINUTE, STOP!" yelled Bullseye. "WHAT was that last one again... 'what PA did to him'?!?" Chislett's jaw fell, in the realization of what he'd let slip. "-Oh man... Bullseye, I didn't mean that-!" "-Bullshit!" Don't give me that!" snorted Bullseye. "You better tell me right now... what did our old man do to him, HUH??" WHAT?!?" Chislett swallowed hard. Obviously Bullseye's feelings toward their father had worsened, since back then, and knowing this, Chislett wondering just how outraged and dangerous he would get... Bullseye immediately had an assumption. "-Oh my god... he HIT Goresky, didn't he??" "-NO!" yelped Chislett, in shock. "Bullseye, I swear to god, that was one thing he DIDN'T do!!" "Then what DID he do, Chislett???" "Alright, alright I'll tell!!" "-Well then??" demanded Bullseye. "See... well... when Goresky told Pa... he... basically implied that... he wasn't altogether erm... 'thrilled' with having one of his sons being a-" Chislett's voice went down, mumbling the rest. His brother frowned. "-Say it again... so I can HEAR... 'being a' WHAT?" Chislett chewed his lip, before choking up the rest. "-I don't exactly remember it all... but some of the words did include... 'assfucking... cocksucking... fairyboy... faggot queer'..." Bullseye looked appalled beyond comprehension. "-He... SAID that??" And... to GORESKY?" Chislett slowly nodded. Bullseye turned away, looking about, lost for a minute, in utter disbelief. "-Lemme get this straight... OUR FATHER SAID THAT TO OUR BROTHER?!?" he repeated, yelling at the end. Chislett desperately tried to calm his brother. "Bullseye, keep it down!" They might hear-" But he was ignored. "-How could he DO that?" I mean it... HOW COULD GRAFF DO IT???" That stupid no good son of a-!" "-Bro, settle down!" In a 'tiny' bit of fairness, Pa DID have a reason-" "-Oh fuck that!" I don't care if Graff got raped up the ass, by some gay rapist, when he was eight!!!" That doesn't make up for him yelling at Goresky!" He had no fucking right to do that to his own SON, damnit!!!" Suddenly, Bullseye realized Chislett was shuffling nervously, aside. Bullseye felt his muscles tense up, even more. "-Oh god... there's MORE... isn't there, Chis?" His brother flinched. "-I don't think you need to hear it, bro... not if-" "-Tell me... NOW," ordered the younger warthog. The elder warthog gave a sigh of defeat. There was no getting past or out of this. "-Anyways... well you know how Goresk is... he never was one for yelling back... especially not to family..." So Pa was there, hollering at him... and Goresky just sat there, and took it, without a word." Which... for some weird reason... must've ticked Pa off some... cuz then he told Goresky to... to..." "-To what??" Chislett hung his head, in shame for their father. "-To pack up his shit, and get the fuck outta the house..." The last shred of self restraint snapped in Bullseye's brain. "-You mean... he... he kicked Goresky out???" "...Yes." This time Bullseye didn't yell at once. He simply took a few steps, paced about... and with one deft throw of his arm, slammed his fist into a bathroom stall door, denting it up, rather so, from the fierce impact of the blow. Breathing heavily, Bullseye walked aimlessly about the room, much to the worry of Chislett. Before he could say a word, Bullseye turned around, his voice heavy with much emotion and anger, and said, "-Where the hell do you guys live..." Chislett spoke, "Bullseye please, just-" "-I'm gonna kill Graff, I'm gonna KILL HIM!!!!" Bullseye screamed, shrill and wildly. Chislett was now totally freaked. "-Bro stop it!!!" You-" "-Let's just say he'll get to see Mama again... or should I say his own father?" Also known as SATAN!!" Cuz that's what he is!" Graff Warthogg... the spawn of Satan!" Son of the devil, and no better!!!" In his rage, Bullseye slammed his fists against the bathroom stall doors, as though he were a child throwing a temper tantrum. Chislett finally dared to stop him. "-GODDAMNIT BULLLSEYE, QUIT IT!!!" he roared, grabbing his brother by the arms, turned him around, and smacked his backside into the wall. "-STOP THAT!" Just CALM THE HELL DOWN, OKAY?!?" The both stood there, panting, with both sets of brown eyes locked in and staring back at one another, hard and stern. For an instant, Chislett could've sworn Bullseye's faltering and going a bit 'glassy' almost. Not wanting his brother to notice, Bullseye swiftly yanked his arms from Chislett's grip, and wandered over a bit, lowering his ears and head a bit, trying to hide his face, and hold back what was trying to get out. Knowing perfectly well of this, Chislett was nice enough to keep quiet, and give his brother his dignity. After a few minutes of silence, Bullseye finally spoke, "-I'm sorry, Chis..." I didn't mean to set off like that... in front of ya." Chislett simply replied, "-S'ok bro... I understand." You have a right to be mad... in your own way." Bullseye sighed, "-I could see why he did to me, what he did... but... kicking out Goresky???" I would've never thought, in a million years, man..." Why on Mobius would he ever DO such a thing to his 'flawless firstborn'?" He said this last line, a bit too mockingly, for Chislett's taste. "-Bullseye... come on... don't be like that." I know you're mad at Pa... but that doesn't give you the right, to take it out on Goresk..." "-I wasn't TRYING to..." muttered Bullseye. "I was implying on our father's 'view' of him." Not who he is... you know I'd never take a hit at Goresky... not my own brother." I'm not snubbing him in anyway... in fact I feel SORRY for him, is more like it!" "-Exactly in what way how?" Chislett wanted to know. "-Think about it Chis... Graff left me behind, all those years ago... and hardly cared about me when I was still with you all." Basically... he rejected me." He was ashamed of me... I was a 'mistake' that he'd take back, if given choice to," Bullseye told him. "Do you have ANY idea of what that's like Chis?" To pretty much have your own family... actually wish that you were never born???" His brother was taken aback at this harsh thought, as Bullseye continued, "-So Father abandoned me... just like that." And now... a decade later... he does almost the exact same thing to his oldest son... tells him straight out that he's ashamed of him, and kicks him out..." The young warthog shook his head, furiously, tightening his jaw. "-And there it is... the tragic story of history repeating itself." Having said his piece, Bullseye sat down on the floor, against the wall, leaning over his knees, and gave a deep sigh. Chislett stood, looking at his younger brother, awestruck. *He sure knows how to set a mood!* he thought. Indeed, there was a strong point and powerful message had sent there. The ironic truth of it all... But at last, he finally dared to try and see if he could find a way around it. "-Bullseye... at least... I mean, it wasn't as bad as what happened the first time around... right?" It was only three DAYS before Pa stepped up, and apologized, in FULL, and Goresky came back home!" Bullseye's face clouded, and was silent for a minute. He gravely shook his muzzle. "Time doesn't mean jackshit, Chis... in that kind of situation... three days can feel like three YEARS of pain... trust me... I KNOW... I've been there." Chislett's ears lowered, sighing. There was no talking him out of it... and like the Great Wall of China, Bullseye couldn't be budged an inch. He was as stubborn as their father... something Chislett wouldn't dare admit to him. He'd sooner poke fun at a dog fox with rabies. After what seemed like hours of silence, Bullseye finally said, "-I'm guessing we're both outta things to say, here?" Chislett blinked, scratching his neck. "-Guess yer right..." he shrugged. "Well... I better unbolt that thing before we get caught." They'll think we're plotting to loot the place." He and his brother shared a brief chuckle, cheering up a little. Chislett leaned over to Bullseye, held out his hands, and hauled Bullseye to his feet. "So... ready to APOLOGIZE to our brother??" Bullseye rolled his eyes, and sniffed, "Yeah, yeah... will do... bleah bleh bleah."
The second these words left his mouth, Bullseye took them in... and was immediately 'paralyzed', so to speak, brain/mind wise. At first he thought it was a joke, but then, seeing the solemn, serious looks his brothers wore, he knew it wasn't. This was something that Bullseye wouldn't have guessed of hearing in a million years... Also, he'd never really given the fact/idea of homosexuality in general, much thought. The first time he'd learned of it, he was kind of grossed out and bewildered by it at first, wondering HOW and WHY someone would ever choose that path. But then, he shrugged it off, and figured, well, everyone WAS different... they all had their own things, preferences, views, and ideas. So if a man liked a man, or a woman liked a woman, maybe it wasn't such a 'evil' thing, so to speak. It wasn't like he had anything against homosexuals, either. He'd seen one or two before, and he'd treated them with as much respect as any average heterosexual. Though he had to admit... the whole situation was still kind of a strange, twisted mystery. He could definitely see why some people called it "queer"... it was a rather 'fitting' name for it, in certain ways. Just then, Bullseye realized he was taking an awfully long time, pausing, and said the first thing he could think of, that sounded the least offensive. "-Ooooooh..." His response made Goresky flinch. *'Ooooh?'?? What did he mean by THAT??* Goresky thought, nervously. This was a debatable answer. It could've meant three things. Either Bullseye had meant that, as in, he understood what Goresky had been meaning to say, or that he was disturbed by it, and just said that, too polite to say what he REALLY thought, or that he was even more confused. Goresky gnawed on his lip. Chislett's stare tensely darted from one brother to the other, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then, after a couple seconds of uncomfortable silence, Bullseye opened his mouth and his brains fell out (metaphorically speaking). "-So... you like... guys?" Goresky blinked. "-Erm... yeah." "-Ah," said Bullseye, nodding along. There was another pause. "-And you've had.. uhhh.. 'relations'... with them?" His brother turned a shade of pink. "-Well... ummm... one, yes." "-Hmmm." Bullseye tried to see if he could debate with this. "-But... you like girls too... right?" 'Cuz that would make you 'bisexual', not just-" "-Uhhh... I like girls in... 'general'... but they don't.... 'sexually arouse' me... if that's what you're getting at," Goresky replied, gulping. Bullseye stared for a second, blankly. "-Oh... well... just... making sure... yeah." Goresky looked utterly humiliated, at this point. Finally, Chislett could take it no longer. "-You know what... I think I'm gonna go wash up..." he announced, standing up. "Wanna come with, bro?" Bullseye looked baffled at the 'invitation'. "-Ummm... I'm good thanks..." Chislett scowled a little. "-Okay, I don't think you understood me... Bullseye... COME ON." He grabbed his brother by the arm, and hauled him off, to the men's room. Goresky watched them leave, his heart sinking. He knew what Chislett was trying to do... but the damage was already done, thought Goresky. He put his face in his hands, and breathed heavily, in despair.
Once in the men's room, Bullseye pulled his arm away. "-Okay okay!" Geez!" What do you want??" Chislett first looked and made sure no other males were in the urinals or stalls. There weren't. "-Alright, the coast is clear." He went up to the entrance, and bolted the door. Bullseye stared bewilderedly, "-What the hell are you doing??" His brother turned around, and walked back over. "-Bullseye... I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna listen, do you understand??" Startled by Chislett's unusual firm and serious tone, his brother slowly nodded, "O... kay." Chislett got straight to it. "-Now listen bro, and listen good... okay, so there you have it." You know the truth about Goresky." 'Nuff said." And yeah... considering you're a regular straight guy, you're a little weirded or grossed out about hearing your own brother is a queer." I know, I've been there... and I'll admit it!" I was rather freaked out, myself, more or less!" And yes... it STILL bugs me, every little minute, now and then." But you know what sickens me more??" All the absolute and utter HELL Goresk's been through, this past year!" All the people that he told, and they flipped out on him... all the horrible rumors about him, that went around at school... all the assholes that gay bashed him, for months... and what Pa did to him, and-" "WAIT A MINUTE, STOP!" yelled Bullseye. "WHAT was that last one again... 'what PA did to him'?!?" Chislett's jaw fell, in the realization of what he'd let slip. "-Oh man... Bullseye, I didn't mean that-!" "-Bullshit!" Don't give me that!" snorted Bullseye. "You better tell me right now... what did our old man do to him, HUH??" WHAT?!?" Chislett swallowed hard. Obviously Bullseye's feelings toward their father had worsened, since back then, and knowing this, Chislett wondering just how outraged and dangerous he would get... Bullseye immediately had an assumption. "-Oh my god... he HIT Goresky, didn't he??" "-NO!" yelped Chislett, in shock. "Bullseye, I swear to god, that was one thing he DIDN'T do!!" "Then what DID he do, Chislett???" "Alright, alright I'll tell!!" "-Well then??" demanded Bullseye. "See... well... when Goresky told Pa... he... basically implied that... he wasn't altogether erm... 'thrilled' with having one of his sons being a-" Chislett's voice went down, mumbling the rest. His brother frowned. "-Say it again... so I can HEAR... 'being a' WHAT?" Chislett chewed his lip, before choking up the rest. "-I don't exactly remember it all... but some of the words did include... 'assfucking... cocksucking... fairyboy... faggot queer'..." Bullseye looked appalled beyond comprehension. "-He... SAID that??" And... to GORESKY?" Chislett slowly nodded. Bullseye turned away, looking about, lost for a minute, in utter disbelief. "-Lemme get this straight... OUR FATHER SAID THAT TO OUR BROTHER?!?" he repeated, yelling at the end. Chislett desperately tried to calm his brother. "Bullseye, keep it down!" They might hear-" But he was ignored. "-How could he DO that?" I mean it... HOW COULD GRAFF DO IT???" That stupid no good son of a-!" "-Bro, settle down!" In a 'tiny' bit of fairness, Pa DID have a reason-" "-Oh fuck that!" I don't care if Graff got raped up the ass, by some gay rapist, when he was eight!!!" That doesn't make up for him yelling at Goresky!" He had no fucking right to do that to his own SON, damnit!!!" Suddenly, Bullseye realized Chislett was shuffling nervously, aside. Bullseye felt his muscles tense up, even more. "-Oh god... there's MORE... isn't there, Chis?" His brother flinched. "-I don't think you need to hear it, bro... not if-" "-Tell me... NOW," ordered the younger warthog. The elder warthog gave a sigh of defeat. There was no getting past or out of this. "-Anyways... well you know how Goresk is... he never was one for yelling back... especially not to family..." So Pa was there, hollering at him... and Goresky just sat there, and took it, without a word." Which... for some weird reason... must've ticked Pa off some... cuz then he told Goresky to... to..." "-To what??" Chislett hung his head, in shame for their father. "-To pack up his shit, and get the fuck outta the house..." The last shred of self restraint snapped in Bullseye's brain. "-You mean... he... he kicked Goresky out???" "...Yes." This time Bullseye didn't yell at once. He simply took a few steps, paced about... and with one deft throw of his arm, slammed his fist into a bathroom stall door, denting it up, rather so, from the fierce impact of the blow. Breathing heavily, Bullseye walked aimlessly about the room, much to the worry of Chislett. Before he could say a word, Bullseye turned around, his voice heavy with much emotion and anger, and said, "-Where the hell do you guys live..." Chislett spoke, "Bullseye please, just-" "-I'm gonna kill Graff, I'm gonna KILL HIM!!!!" Bullseye screamed, shrill and wildly. Chislett was now totally freaked. "-Bro stop it!!!" You-" "-Let's just say he'll get to see Mama again... or should I say his own father?" Also known as SATAN!!" Cuz that's what he is!" Graff Warthogg... the spawn of Satan!" Son of the devil, and no better!!!" In his rage, Bullseye slammed his fists against the bathroom stall doors, as though he were a child throwing a temper tantrum. Chislett finally dared to stop him. "-GODDAMNIT BULLLSEYE, QUIT IT!!!" he roared, grabbing his brother by the arms, turned him around, and smacked his backside into the wall. "-STOP THAT!" Just CALM THE HELL DOWN, OKAY?!?" The both stood there, panting, with both sets of brown eyes locked in and staring back at one another, hard and stern. For an instant, Chislett could've sworn Bullseye's faltering and going a bit 'glassy' almost. Not wanting his brother to notice, Bullseye swiftly yanked his arms from Chislett's grip, and wandered over a bit, lowering his ears and head a bit, trying to hide his face, and hold back what was trying to get out. Knowing perfectly well of this, Chislett was nice enough to keep quiet, and give his brother his dignity. After a few minutes of silence, Bullseye finally spoke, "-I'm sorry, Chis..." I didn't mean to set off like that... in front of ya." Chislett simply replied, "-S'ok bro... I understand." You have a right to be mad... in your own way." Bullseye sighed, "-I could see why he did to me, what he did... but... kicking out Goresky???" I would've never thought, in a million years, man..." Why on Mobius would he ever DO such a thing to his 'flawless firstborn'?" He said this last line, a bit too mockingly, for Chislett's taste. "-Bullseye... come on... don't be like that." I know you're mad at Pa... but that doesn't give you the right, to take it out on Goresk..." "-I wasn't TRYING to..." muttered Bullseye. "I was implying on our father's 'view' of him." Not who he is... you know I'd never take a hit at Goresky... not my own brother." I'm not snubbing him in anyway... in fact I feel SORRY for him, is more like it!" "-Exactly in what way how?" Chislett wanted to know. "-Think about it Chis... Graff left me behind, all those years ago... and hardly cared about me when I was still with you all." Basically... he rejected me." He was ashamed of me... I was a 'mistake' that he'd take back, if given choice to," Bullseye told him. "Do you have ANY idea of what that's like Chis?" To pretty much have your own family... actually wish that you were never born???" His brother was taken aback at this harsh thought, as Bullseye continued, "-So Father abandoned me... just like that." And now... a decade later... he does almost the exact same thing to his oldest son... tells him straight out that he's ashamed of him, and kicks him out..." The young warthog shook his head, furiously, tightening his jaw. "-And there it is... the tragic story of history repeating itself." Having said his piece, Bullseye sat down on the floor, against the wall, leaning over his knees, and gave a deep sigh. Chislett stood, looking at his younger brother, awestruck. *He sure knows how to set a mood!* he thought. Indeed, there was a strong point and powerful message had sent there. The ironic truth of it all... But at last, he finally dared to try and see if he could find a way around it. "-Bullseye... at least... I mean, it wasn't as bad as what happened the first time around... right?" It was only three DAYS before Pa stepped up, and apologized, in FULL, and Goresky came back home!" Bullseye's face clouded, and was silent for a minute. He gravely shook his muzzle. "Time doesn't mean jackshit, Chis... in that kind of situation... three days can feel like three YEARS of pain... trust me... I KNOW... I've been there." Chislett's ears lowered, sighing. There was no talking him out of it... and like the Great Wall of China, Bullseye couldn't be budged an inch. He was as stubborn as their father... something Chislett wouldn't dare admit to him. He'd sooner poke fun at a dog fox with rabies. After what seemed like hours of silence, Bullseye finally said, "-I'm guessing we're both outta things to say, here?" Chislett blinked, scratching his neck. "-Guess yer right..." he shrugged. "Well... I better unbolt that thing before we get caught." They'll think we're plotting to loot the place." He and his brother shared a brief chuckle, cheering up a little. Chislett leaned over to Bullseye, held out his hands, and hauled Bullseye to his feet. "So... ready to APOLOGIZE to our brother??" Bullseye rolled his eyes, and sniffed, "Yeah, yeah... will do... bleah bleh bleah."