Chapter 2: A Brotherly Pact
They hate each other. They do not deny the fact. It is clear in their blue eyes. They hate each other with a burning passion. They meddle in one another's affairs. They shoot glares at one another when given the chance. One smirks. The other scowls.
The two brothers made a pact long ago that they fail to mention. It is only meant for their eyes, ears, and memories. It is embeded deep in their minds. They remember their younger years. Everything had been different.
In their dreams, it comes back so quickly. The scene ripples like a false illusion. They are young children again. Pavi is nine. Luigi is fourteen. They huddle in the cave they find in the woods. They tell each other of secrets and stories. This is their hideout- their getaway. The brothers smile and grin, laughing at their wild tales.
In the cave, they are able to be friends and brothers instead of bitter rivals. Though they are young, they talk about women, money, just about anything. When they leave this place, they become enemies once more.
"Luigi?" Pavi looks over to his older brother. The nine year old sits with his arms wrapped around his knees. He's much less confident than he is today.
"Yeah?" Luigi looks over at his brother. He lays on the cool ground. His arms are folded behind his head. There's a certain calmness about him... which is also strange.
"I-it won't be like this forever, w-will-uh it?"
The eldest pauses as he takes in a deep breath of fresh air. He's solemn as he tries to think of a way to answer the question as smoothly as possible.
"No." A single world. At least it's the truth, though. Neither deny it.
"Okay..." Pavi sighs, his cerulean gaze flickers towards the forest. He is beautiful in all aspects. He's still a child, however. "Can you,um, p-promise..." He sighs. Pavi is frazzled at his words. He tries to speak again, "Can you keep a-uh promise?"
Luigi lazily rolls over to look at his brother. He huffs lightly. Of course he can keep a promise. "Duh."
Smiling, Pavi nods. "This i-is the most fun I've ever had."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Here it goes, "No matter- no matter what we-uh do, no matter what we-uh become... we'll-uh... still be-uh friends. Even if-uh people think we're-uh not. Okay?"
"Agreed. But remember, GeneCo belongs to me!" Luigi grins wolfishly.
Pavi returns the grin, laughing as he gets up to flee.
"Hey Pavi!"
"Yeah?''
"I promise."
"Good! Me too." He beams, running off as Luigi chases after him.
It's their pact. The years have gone by, but the promise remains. They do not mention it. They do, however, acknowledge it. Now they are thirty and thirty-five years old. Their father is dying. Luigi walks down the hallway, wiping his gloved hands. It's obvious that he's committed a crime. Pavi comes out of his room, closing the door behind him. He brushes off his clothing. The sobs of a woman are ignored.
They meet each other's eyes with a chilling silence. The brothers look aruond the hallway, making sure no one else is there but them alone. They greet each other with a grin. Pavi and Luigi utter," I remember." They walk up to each with a firm hand shake.
"I promise," they whisper in unison.
They went their separate ways. It's a brothers pact that will never be broken.
Note: I decided to make this a happy chapter. There are many sad ones to come. This is just a different outlook on Pavi and Luigi. ... Each chapter is a different story. Different characters. In case you haven't figured that out, apologies. ^^;