War Dogs
"Why are you here?"
Hiro wouldn't have responded, but Kai's tone unnerved him. Clearly the boy thought he was up to no good, lurking around his own home at two in the morning, packing his own clothes into his own duffel bag… minding his own business… "Why don't you mind your own business?"
"Between midnight and seven AM, who comes in or out of this dojo is my business."
Hiro paused… Tyson fell asleep near midnight. Best case, he'd wake up near seven. Hiro resumed folding a t-shirt. Kai sounded about three yards away. In the door. Blocking the exit. "Sure. You make an excellent guard dog… when you're actually around."
"And you make a terrible brother. When you're around."
Hiro sneered.
"Leaving again? Good. Tyson doesn't need you… Will you say goodbye to him?"
Hiro turned sharply, bearing down on the Russian. Kai didn't move, unafraid. "Why are you involving yourself in my family's business?" Hiro growled, thinking that they were all much better off without Kai.
"Just returning a favor," Kai responded—and with a final defiant stare, allowed the Kinomiya to go—thinking that they were all a hell of a lot better off without Hiro.
a/n: I agree with Kai. Anyway, if you guys want to request a drabble, any subject matter, any character... please do. I like writing these, but I'm not in the mood to brainstorm ideas. Yaaaaarrrr...