"So, you're back on your feet again, huh?" Tasuku spat. The venom was just dripping from his voice. He had asked for competition, and I gave it to him.
But I guess he hadn't expected this much from his little brother.
We had been going at it for about two hours, and his fatigue was becoming more and more apparent. I could see the give in his eyes.
"You can't be doing this!" he screeched. "You'll always be two strings down from me, Naota! GIVE UP!"
At that, I slam my bass into the top of his head, and, grabbing him by the hair, I bring him face to face with me.
"Sorry, Takkun, but I'm just not that generous," I sneer. "But, tell you what-get on your knees and beg and I'll consider letting you live."
He spat in my face in response.
"Cut the crap, Naota! I know you won't do it," He snarls through the bloody, mangled mess that was his face. "You're just a kid."
"You just don't get it, do you?" I sat, kicking him in the gut and punching his face.
"This is a showdown, bro. That means only one of us comes out alive." I grin maliciously, and raise my guitar into the air.
Then drop it to the ground, laughing hysterically.
"Man, you should've seen your face."
And at those words, the world around us crumbled.
One chapter left, kids! Questions, comments, suggestions? Reviews are appreciated.