An hour or two later, you and dan were interrupted in your game of uno by bro throwing your sword to you with only the words "roof. now" and then he was gone. You grinned because you actually really enjoyed the strifes with bro. It was a good way to get out 12 year old boy agression too.
You grab your sword and bound to the stairs to the roof, calling to dan to come watch. Once you two got there, however, your grin faltered and a wave of nerves washed over you for no apparent reason. Something felt off. Bro wasnt there.
You looked around for him, but it was hardly nessesary, because he spoke. Your head snapped over to the direction the voice came from.
"So yer growin' up now huh" he sneered and jumped down from one of those roof huts where the stairs come from.
You readied your stance, holding the sword out in front of you like a real samuri and nodded.
"Well then i guess its time for ya to learn how ta be a fuckin' man instead of some pussy fag boy" His words kind of confused you, isnt that what youve been doing every day with strifing? you were already the most badass 12 year old in the whole of goddamn texas. Scratch that, the world.
"what do you mean?"
He barked a low laugh and lunged, swinging his sword at you. You only had barely enough time to deflect the blow and spin yourself around so you were facing him. Some thing was definately different.
He lunged again, this time going for a thrust, which you dodged the best you could, but it still managed to cut your side. You used your momentum to carry you around into a sick spin, reaching out with your sword, aiming for bro. But he easily parried you and went in for another thrust. This one looked like it really was going to impale you. You saw your short, 12 year old life flash before your eyes. But luckily the agressive parry put you off ballence just enough to sloppily doge the blade.
Without thinking you swung the blade towards bros leg on the way to the ground and actually managed a small cut. But that was a terrible idea in hindsight, because it just made him mad. Scrambling to your feet, you faced him, sword at the ready. He glared at you from behind his pointed shades and suddenly this whole strifing thing wasnt very much fun anymore. For once, you were actually scared.
It carried on like this for at least half an hour. Maybe more. You didnt have the focus to keep track of time right now. With each passing moment you were getting more and more sluggish. The combination of blood loss and fatigue really was starting to take a toll on you. Eventually, you collapsed onto the surface of the roof, too tired and light headed to move. Bro came towards you to pick you up to your feet again, but you shied away. He was terrifying right now and you were scared to be near him so soon after this. He only shrugged and went back to his room to blast music. Once bro was safely away, Dan came running towards you looking scared.
"dave oh my god are you ok? bro? look at me" he lifted you up into a sitting position and you took a deep breath.
"that was... intense... but im ok just... tired.." you said between breaths.
"want to lean on me?"
"yeah, thanks bro" Dan stood up and helped you to your feet, picking up your sword for you. You both made your way to the bathroom to patch up your wounds and then head to dans room. It was the most comfortable in there, you had to admit. Dan array of soft things coupled with that small space in the closet made it a really nice place to rest. And rest was exactly what you needed.
So after getting cleaned up and collapsing on dans bed, you pulled your twin bro close to you for comfort and fell asleep. When youre this tired, being cool means jack shit. Plus dan was one of the only people you felt you could be completely open with.