Hello and Chapter 5 is here!

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Mario tuned out for a second as he watched Luigi jump about on the field. Mama's voice seemed so foreign to him in that moment. His lips pursed into a frown while his bushy eyebrows narrowed deeply. If it wasn't for Mama's calling, Mario was for sure he would challenge Luigi to a rematch. Mario was not one to lose that easily.

"Boys!" Mama's voice boomed, with a hint of annoyance.

Luigi and Uncle Vince's heads were the first to turn to Mama's call with wide grins on their faces. Mario followed slowly and crossed his arms, like a child who had just been put in timeout after stealing from the cookie jar. Still in a state of excitement, Luigi pointed over to the soccer ball which was sitting under the net, "Look, Mama!" Luigi jumped, "I scored a goal, I scored a goal! I beat-a Mario, too!"

A harrumph came from Mario, which Luigi gleefully ignored.

"Look, Look, Mama! See it?!"

Her eyes flicked to look at the ball for a good second, before going back to her son's glowing eyes, "I can see it just fine, son." Mama said after wiping off the sweat on her brow, "I need you all to come in now and help me with dinner." Luigi's grin slightly faded and turned back to Uncle Vince for approval.

"Go help-a your Ma out, boys." Uncle Vince said, turning back in the direction of the goal, "I'll fetch-a the ball."

"I'm coming, Mama!" Luigi nodded, skipping out of the yard and toward the steps. When he passed Mario, Luigi stuck his tongue out at him. He laughed when he heard his red clad brother pout about something unintelligible. Luigi was up the steps in a flash, and was about to walk back into the house until Mama stopped him with an able arm in front of him.

"Mario!" She yelled out to her other son and ignored his sullen state. However, Mario stayed adamant, turning his back to Mama to ignore her.

Mama was not pleased with her son's behavior and nor was Luigi, who appeared eager to hop inside the house. He didn't want to wait for his pouting brother. "Mario!" Mama called again, this time in a much deeper voice that finally made Mario's head tweak in her direction. "Come." She flicked her hand in a 'come here' motion, which wasn't supposed to be disobeyed.

Mario, despite rolling his eyes, stepped out of his still position. With every step, however, he flicked dirt with his foot, unable to hide the bubbling irritability in his gut. Mario was one to show his emotions on his sleeve, even the non observant could pick up on his cues. As he ascended the stairs to the stoop, he kept his head bowed down and didn't look up at Mama or his brother as he stood next to them at the doorway.

"Shoes." Mama instructed, pointing down at their sneakers, which were smudged over with grass stains, wet marks and dirt spots. Her sons obeyed and rubbed their shoe bottoms off on the welcome mat. Their feet slipped out and then rested on the cool hardwood flooring slowly. Mama was about to instruct them over to the kitchen, but her command halted as it was about to come out her mouth. She looked over her sons. "Boys."

Luigi was quick to ask, "Yes, Mama?"

Mama shook her head. "You both go upstairs and change those clothes." She swung her pointer finger over to the direction of the staircase. "I want you looking a little more presentable before I let you two anywhere near the kitchen."

The brothers' faces dropped a little, Mario's more so than Luigi's. They were not looking forward to anymore time spent together.

"Me and Uncle Vince were nice enough to carry the suitcases upstairs while you two went and played." Mama added, "It's a little something you could do for us."

Luigi shrugged, she did have a point, "Okay, Mama." He turned away from her and then went towards the stairs obediently.

Mario watched him go, still a frown plastered onto his face. Maybe Luigi wasn't feeling it, but he did. The embarrassment from the loss was taking over his mind. For the first time in years, his brother had beaten him in a sport. He felt as if his pride was hit as hard as a loosely flying baseball rocketing through a window.

Mama could sense her son's agitation, like any parent would, "Mario." She began, as she put a soft hand on his back, "Come on, get upstairs and change. I don't want you in those wet socks."

She gave him a small push towards the stairs, but Mario was stubborn. "I don't-a want-a to go up with-a him."

"Upstairs." She gave him a stronger push on the back, which was close to being a shove. "And I don't want to fight with you on this."

"But-a how did he beat-a me, Ma?" Mario whined as he stepped forward. Just as his foot was about to raise onto the first set of stairs, he whipped his head around to Mama when she spoke.

"Luck works in strange ways, son." She said.

"It-a can't be luck, Ma! I am the best at soccer. The MVP!" Mario boomed, "I am so, so much better than-a he is!"

Mama reached a hand up to her forehead to message her temples in a futile attempt to find a response, "Mario…" She sighed, "Mario, Mario, Mario…You have a lot to learn. Let your brother have his moment, he lets you have his."

Mario huffed, he couldn't deny that truth. Mama did have a point. "Ugh...fine, Ma." With a heavy breath, Mario began climbing the stairs up to the guest room, but not without hearing something else come from Mama.

"I want you growing out of that pouty attitude of yours. You're twenty, not five!. It's such an embarrassment to me!"

That was the last thing Mario heard before he reached the top of the stairs. He could only roll his eyes and suppress the urge to argue back.

Once Mario's feet hit the carpeted floor of the upper floor, the sound of a door creaking open immediately caught his attention. Seeing Luigi come out of the guest bedroom in a clean white, green-striped polo shirt made Mario's eyes narrow.

"Oh, what's up, bro." Luigi smiled and pointed behind him to their room, "Our-a suitcases are in there."

"You know, bro." Mario said as he crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. When Luigi approached closer to him, he leaned in towards his brother's face. "You-a only won because Uncle Vince gave you the ball first"

"Are you-a still-a on about-a that?!" Luigi asked, unable to suppress a laugh over his brother's behavior.

There was no denying he was, but Mario was not one to admit it, "So what?"

Luigi waved his hand in a fanning motion over his brother's head, "Chill out, bro." He added, "It's-a one little game."

"Oh, I'm-a fine, bro."

"Really?"

"Really." Mario stood firm.

Luigi was beginning to lose his patience. His face tightened as Mario blocked him off from going around him. Luigi then peered down at his brother, who still had an argumentative glint in his eyes. "Y'know, bro, Mama, Papa and Uncle Vince all see this."

Raising an eyebrow, Mario inquired with a grin, "What are you-a on about-a now?"

Luigi suddenly lurched forward, "You're-a so immature!" Once he saw that haughty grin on his brother's face slowly fade, Luigi continued, "For-a Star's sake, you're so worked up over a freaking soccer game that you're trying to start a fight with your-a own-a brother!"

Mario's eyes widened, and exposed his teeth in an open mouthed frown, "Are you-a kidding-a me?!" He bellowed, "You-a even know what you're-a saying right-a now?!"

"Yeah, I do." Luigi nodded, "And everyone else knows too."

"I'm not-a immature! I'm just-a competitive."

Luigi continued, "And arrogant, bossy, stubborn…" He took an exaggerated breath, "...Mamma Mia, I could list them all until the end of time-"

A stomp from Mario's heavy foot rocketed through the floor, even through the thick padding of the carpet. The sound of it radiated through the thin hallway and hummed through Luigi's ears, "Shut-a up!" Mario boomed, the strength of it coming from deep in his gut. His fingers tensed into tight balls while his head shot up to meet Luigi's. "Don't-a you assume things about-a me!"

"Assume?! Bro, we're twins, we shared a freaking womb together, I know everything about you. I don't need to assume anything!" Luigi raised his voice, "Like how you always had that little crush on that blonde princess girl when we were kids. What was her name again? Oh right, it was Peach!"

"That's not-a true!" Mario shouted.

"And that-a time you stole candy from the Halloween bucket in middle school? I always had a feeling it was you." Luigi pointed out.

"You don't-a know that!"

He wasn't the slightest bit intimidated. Luigi was beginning to have fun at this point, even though Mario clearly wasn't. "Look at yourself, bro!" He pointed at his brother's mouth, "You're foaming!"

"I might be immature but you're annoying!"

Luigi then began to burst out laughing, "Look at you, bro! Look at you!" He kept repeating, still with a pointer finger directed at Mario's foaming mouth. Drool was bubbling in his teeth and at the sides of his lips. With every word, Mario's composure broke down faster and faster. For Luigi, it was most entertaining to watch, "You're like-a pitbull! We should-a put-a you outside to bark at the annoying neighbors whenever they blast their country music too-a loud!"

"If you don't-a shut up right now-!" Mario didn't finish his sentence, nor did he want to. His feet sprung up, causing Mario to lunge himself forward. He went through the still air for around a millisecond before his body crashed into his brother's. Mario's short, but hefty arms wrapped around Luigi's skinnier frame as he tackled him to the ground.

Luigi's head was thrown back as his arms flung outwards to brace his fall. This made his skull collide with the floor below. The impact hit him like a stick slamming down on a timpani drum. It radiated from his head and down his spine, making the nerves in his limbs tingle. Luigi's first instinct was to cover his head, but Mario was quicker. His red clad brother grabbed the collar his shirt. Luigi gulped, locking his now tearing eyes with Mario's.

The next thing they heard were the sounds of frantic footsteps ascending to the upper floor. There were about three pairs of feet coming up the stairs. They hit Mario's ears immediately and he rushed to scramble off his brother, but it was too late.

"Get off of him!" Mario heard a loud voice boom while a pair of large hands gripped him by his shoulders and yanked him off his brother's body with force. He rolled over beside his brother, onto his side. His arms began to tremble as they sluggishly moved to pick himself up.

Luigi sat up and his hands flung up to cradle his head. He rubbed them through his bushy hair and then opened his eyes once the pain began to subside a little. Through Luigi's blurry vision he could outline the silhouette of three figures. He blinked a few more times and a wave of relief came over him.

"Mama!" Luigi whined, springing up to his feet and running over to Mama. He pushed through Uncle Vince and Papa and lept into her arms. She embraced him and held him tightly.

Papa stormed over to Mario, seized him by his shirt and stood him up, "Explain what's happening now!" He bellowed, his angered face pressed close to Mario's, "Explain to me why it's okay to fight with your brother over a soccer game of all things!"

"Luigi, he-!"

"Don't blame him, Mario." Papa scorned, "I heard everything. Luigi said everything right."

Mama shook her head in discontent, while she held Luigi closely. Her eyes were dark as she grumbled, "You are immature."

"You have-a no reason to act like that." Uncle Vince added.

Mario yelled in a panicked effort to defend himself. He didn't know who he was talking to as his eyes kept darting from one person to the next, "You don't-a understand!"

"No, we do." Papa said commandingly, "You both, get downstairs."

Luigi whimpered, "Why me?! I didn't do anything!"

"This is for both of you. We wanted to wait until dinner to tell you this, but I guess we have to do it now."

Author's Note:

I am sorry this ended in a cliffhanger. I thought it would add more effect to the end of the chapter.

Thank you for reading!