What do I want?What do I want!
After all this time without so much as a word from you, after all this time I?ve spent in the cage called Mabase without you?
You left without so much as a goodbye, but you still managed to leave your shadow behind for me to drown in.
After all I've dealt with because of you, that's all you have to say to me?
"I know what I want, Tasuku. And it's-,"
But I didn't have time to respond. A split second later, and I remembered exactly how it felt to have a guitar swung against my head.
But it wasn't the same as before. It just didn't feel right. Something was different.
"That's not a bass."
"Of course not. Six-strings will always be superior, Naota. Just like I will always be superior to you."
At this, the hairs on my neck stood up straight. I felt a familiar patch of searing through my forehead, and before I knew what was happening, my body moved on its own to strike.
My brother didn't even bother to try and dodge. He cracked the body of my Flying V with the tip of his headstock, and shoved me away, still holding my guitar.
Looking down at me, he grinned. "So, you're actually gonna fight, eh?" At this, Tasuku dropped my bass on my lap, his smile spreading. "I'm so proud little brother! You're all grown up!"
Ignoring his condescending words, I jumped and swung again.
Apparently, my brother was quite fast.
He was behind me in an instant, and I found myself swinging at air as I felt the guitar hit the back of my head, leaving me to write on the ground.
"Have it your way, kid. It's a showdown!"