WARNING: WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE!
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The next morning could only be called one word: AWKWARD.
Kunimitsu and Ryoma sat far away from their parents during breakfast. Rinko, who had a trial later that day and would normally be very tense in the morning, was surprisingly relaxed. And Nanjiroh, who was usually very energetic in the mornings, was subdued.
This meant one thing out of few options. Option A: Rinko's trial was delayed until the next day. Option B: One of the grandparents died, on their father's side of course. Option C: Both Options A and B occurred- but C wasn't an option because then Rinko would be crying. And then, Option D: They got 'some'.
Ryoma tugged on Kunimitsu's pants leg and mouthed out the words, "Option D?" And to clarify that it was a question, Ryoma cocked an eyebrow. Mitsu nodded a nod so small that if it weren't for Ryoma's amazing eyesight, he would have missed it.
The brothers looked toward the other end of the table when they heard something akin to a pop.
Nanjiroh just pulled away from Rinko after a small kiss and looked at her before whispering something in her ear…that made her blush… a bright neon red.
"Ah, Father, Mother, Ryoma and I have finished our breakfast. We will be going to school now." Mitsu sounded rushed and irritated and sick and embarrassed all at the same time. He practically dragged Ryoma away before Nanjiroh and Rinko became even more familiar with each other.
"From now, is it okay if we eat in our room?"
"Yes, never again am I going to eat in the Dining Room, Ryoma. Never again."
The two boys walked for twenty minutes and arrived at school.
"Saa, you two are early, normally Ryoma would make the both of you late since he's so lazy."
Tezuka let out an inaudible sigh as Ryoma pouted like a spoiled brat.
"Kunimitsu! How could you let your friends be so mean to your own brother?" Ryoma questioned Tezuka with an adorable look on his cat like face.
"I didn't make them my friends. They suck my life force out of me and leave me to the pain and torture that I go through every day called obnoxiousness and its companion Mr. Headaches-that-make-me-want-to-overdose-on-Aspirin. They are the leeches that make me want to die. Kill me now, please."
Fuji smiled even wider at Tezuka's mini-monologue. He treated it as if it was a compliment!
"I'm honored to know that you think of us so highly."
"Onii-san is Out Of Character today," Ryoma said to Fuji. He continued on in an eerie voice, "He's freaking me out!"
Ryoma turned to his brother. "Are you emo?"
"No, that would mean that I am suicidal."
"But you just said that you wanted to die."
"But I meant figuratively, you should know the difference by now."
"But you talk in one tone constantly, so how am I supposed to know whether or not you are serious?"
"Context, but then again, your psyche isn't exactly on point you know."
By this point everyone had gathered around the bickering brothers.
Momoshiro looked at the scene of the almighty captain and the almighty brat as they duke it in a match of words and mind games.
"Neh, Fuji-sempai, are they usually like this? You know, messing with each other's minds?"
"Oh yes, their mother, who's a lawyer, acts the same way when she's in court. They get it from her."
"…"
"…"
"…. I'm going to kick your butt right now, Ryoma."
"Come and get it."
But instead of chasing after his brother, which Tezuka would have normally done, he turned around the other way and began walking. Ryoma blinked slowly and walked the opposite way.
"Nya, I thought Buchou was really going to kick Ochibi." Kikumaru said, he was slightly put out.
But at that moment, Tezuka paused. And Ryoma kept walking, seeing as how he was oblivious to what was about to happen.
Tezuka put his bag down by his feet before turning to face Ryoma's back. He ran up to Ryoma and…
BAM!!!
Ryoma screamed before his face made contact with the ground. His bag flew over his head and a few papers flew out of it. He rolled over and growled, yes- he actually growled-, at his older brother.
"What the HELL was that for!?"
"I told you already, you should listen more carefully." Tezuka calmly walked back to his bag and hefted it over his should before he walked into the clubroom.
"BASTARD, I HOPE YOU GET HIT WITH A TRAIN!!!"
Tezuka just waved his right hand in a nonchalant manner from the open window. Ryoma got up in a huff and stormed into the small building.
"I HATE YOU!!! GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
"GET OFFAME YOU FREAK!"
"RARRRRRRWWWWWWW!!!!"
"RYYYYOOOMMMAAAA!"
"OOOOOOWWWWWWW! YOU CAN'T USE TAE KWAN DO!"
"SO? YOU CAN'T USE KARATE!"
"What is going on here?"
"AH, Ryuuzaki-sensei, The Tezuka Brothers got into a fight." Oishi reported as he was on the verge of panicking.
"This is by far the worst fight ever."
"Fsshhh."
"Sixty seven point thirty eight percent chance that they might have to go to the hospital."
A black blur flew out of one of the clubroom's windows. People who were watching the fight inside had to run to avoid being cut by the shards of flying glass.
Oishi screamed bloody murder as the black blur revealed to be Ryoma. Blood trickled down his face as he jumped back through the broken window.
Sumire grabbed her cell phone and called the police. Then she called Rinko.
CRASSSSSSHHHHH!!! BAMMMMM! THWWWAAAAPPPP!
Every person near the courts huddled in one big group as police sirens became heard.
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The police officers hurried into the clubroom…only to be thrown out rather violently.
One police officer took out of silver canister and pulled of the tab on it. He threw it in and yelled, "CLEAR!!"
Everyone fell back as a flash of white and the sound of a gunshot filled the air.
When all the smoke cleared, there was Tezuka and Ryoma in front of them. Tezuka was just there, with his impassive face on. He would have seemed alright if it weren't for his busted lip, bleeding eyebrow, and the long open scratch that went from his forehead to his jaw. His face was bloody and his knuckles were openly bleeding.
Ryoma didn't look too better either. Shards of glass were in his face, primarily his forehead. His eyelid was cut open and his hands were balled into bloody fists as he once again launched himself at his brother.
Tezuka stepped to the side and stuck his arm out. With Ryoma's momentum, he slammed the small boy into the wall. But Ryoma wrapped his legs around Tezuka's shoulders and pushed forward. He stumbled backwards and Ryoma flipped over. As the taller boy fell, he twisted his body so that Ryoma would be on the bottom.
"AHHH!"
Ryoma rolled over and delivered a punch to his brother's face which was rewarded with a knee in his stomach. He doubled over and Tezuka shot up. Ryoma rose slowly but before either could hurt the other, a cold, vicious, angry voice made them freeze on the spot.
"What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?"
Rinko stepped up to them. She stuck a manicured finger up and curled towards her. Both boys stepped closer to her with one thought racing through their minds.
Oh. Shit.