**Thank you for continuing on with this story, for it is something I have big plans for especially this summer! I will have big plans for this no homework free plan and hopefully finish it by July, or August, and then I will start on the second story, My Little Sister: Sky. :D**
Ch. 5 Brotherly Love
*I added in more things and tried to clear things up. Mostly in the beginning. Sorry folks!*
Brick finally broke out of his trance when he heard the cry of a little boy- correction, little girl. He stood up and began to walk into the living room watching the green dominate pull on yellow hair clutching both sides to make it look as if he wore two ponytails.
Definitely a little girl, Brick reluctantly thought.
"Butch! Owe, owe! Quit it!"
Butch ignored him as he continued to yank even harder, "Ha, make me ya little pussy!"
"I'm telling mom!"
"Oh, I'm piss'n my pants," Butch snickered.
Brick usually ignored this type of foolish behavior, seeing it as a battle between two dominant species and it'd be fair to say that, not only did he not care, but his father said brothers didn't need to fight since they didn't have anything to lose, beside their blood. Thus there relentless fighting should never go beyond anything more that bickery, but when having a lunatic for a brother, obviously, that deranged psycho would ignore words and sought out battles to prove who the more superior sibling was.
The crazy fighter, however did this by attacking the weak bystander, Boomer, rather than the actual superior threat itself. Brick.
"Hey," crimson eyes glowered in the light of the room, throwing two broom sticks at the lower ranked superiors. The redhead specifically hurtled one towards Butch's head, in hopes of nailing him, but the brunette's hand snatched the stick in mid air. "Boomer, Butch, get to work. This place isn't going to clean itself."
"Y-yes, Brick," Boomer whimpered because unlike Butch, the blonde's reflexes didn't catch the wooden stick that smacked him in the face.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch," Butch scoffed as Brick glared daggers at him.
"Why don't you get to cleaning instead of running your mouth, Butch."
The superior brothers stood, silently burning holes at each other, red vs. green. Until Butch finally gave in and choose to blow it off with a, "Whatever," and began to sweep up evidence of the previous brawl.
This place isn't gonna clean itself, my ass, Butch mocked his brother in the only secure place possible; his fucked up mind. The one destination nobody right in the head would dare try to embark upon. Why the hell does Bricky Bitch make all of our decisions, fuck'n turd.
"Um... Butch?" A squeak came out of the blonde one's mouth.
"What!"
"Um... uh..." shaking Boomer asked, "You've been sweeping that same spot for awhile now. Shouldn't you move on, to finish faster."
Butch stared at his little pussy of a brother.
"Bitch, please," the brunette jabbed the brooms handle into the blonde's stomach, "Like I need you to fuck'n tell me what to do too."
Despite the inflicted pain, Boomer took note that Butch indeed moved from the original spot.
The rest of the hour the boys managed to sweep, polish, and rearrange the furniture before the knob turning of the door.
"Hello, Darlings!" The boy's mother staggered in, tripping over herself, "How did my precious Darlings do on their own today, eh?"
Great, this bitch is back, Butch thought while his brothers and him lined up at the door to greet their parents.
"Boys," the tall figure, a menacing man with broad shoulders, stocked through the door in a dignified manner, "Interesting to see you've managed to rearrange the furniture. Again. And where is Buttercup?"
Brick was an intellectual being, unfortunately he inherited such a superiority from the giant man before him. That pissed off the redhead. Especially when the man was a splitting image of the inferior lunatic. That really pissed him off as he responded to his father's question, "Buttercup felt ill after arriving to a different environment. I thought best if she rest herself before your return. Before indulging herseld in her first family dinner with us."
The father stared at his so called son. It was suspicious to the man that Brick did not inherit anything from him, nor his loyal wife. Absolutely nothing of similar trait. However, to his demise the man did know that behind those red demon eyes hid an intellectual genius, much like himself. It infuriated him. To the point where he did not wish to acknowledge the demon child's position as son, and developed a new sense of doubt for his wife's faithfulness.
"Most informative, Brick," the man's hard stare never left the taunting red eyes, "It was very appropriate of you to take care of your new sister like that," he saw Brick flinch at the word, sister, before continuing on, "While I get your mother and I ready for dinner you boys already know what to do. Boomer."
"Ye...Yes, Daddy?" Now this child inherited everything from his other. Hair blonde, eyes absolute blue, and the shy inferiority his lovely wife held, along with being, to the man's disappointment, sadly obedient. Especially whenever he addressed him,specifically.
"You're in charge of getting your sister," after sensing something suspicious with his son that never flinched when the large man so much threaten him vefore with his torturous discipline, he knew he would not allow the redhead to go alone in a room with the girl. Brick, the boy practically ogled her like a piece of meat upon her first arrival, there was no possible way the man were to allow the redhead to be in a room alone with her. Even if for just a few minutes. "And Brick ensure everything and everyone of your siblings is doing something. Even Buttercup."
This girl wasn't to be treated any differently than the boys. In fact when he encountered the child she looked like someone who needed to be put in check.
Flashback
I entered the house of unwanted children. Upon the entrance I saw only one child, she wore a bright surprisingly green dress, with dark features-much like himself- ,onyx hair, and daunting eyes that held a defiance in her emeralds.
Something he'd rid of through disipline he'd enforce upon her. Like his boys. All while being taught dos and donts by his wife who would try to doll up the girl.
"Excuse me," a timid voice asked from behind him.
"Are you Mr. Jojo?" Ugh, the man internally groaned, that disgusting surname.
"Richard is appropriate, Clarice." Her name was plastered on her, he noticed, rather large fake breast. "Yes, I called about the three girls. It was to my knowledge that I'd be able to choose one of three, not gain the leftovers."
"Oh, sorry. Something came up. The other two are no longer with us... I mean you can take the one left behin- that is still here. Or wait another month for more girls to get dropped off-"
I placed my hand to stop her pathetic babbling. "I appreciate the offer, but," my wife is already suspicious of the babysitter, I need something to keep her at bay with a female gender. "That one will do."
"Her name is Buttercup, Mr. Jojo," I hinted disgust in her words. If only the bitch knew what the fuck I was capable of.
Dismissing the thought I comtinued on, "I'll be taking, Buttercup, now."
She gave a false smile, "Alright just sign this paperwork, and you should be good to go."
After filling the papers I stood in front of the girl, Buttercup, what a sad name. As if it was given to her because it started with the letter B.
"Buttercup," her posture was slumped in her seat arms crossed with eyes ablazed, "I am Richard Jojo, your new owner. At home I shall introduce you to the rest of the family. Come along now." I offered my hand.
She slapped my hand away, "What kind of dumb name is that?"
"Excuse me," Nobody, especially a child were to make a foolery of me, "Now listen here child, be grateful that I 'm willing to take you away from this pathetic waste you call home. Now, when an adult tells you to do something, you fuck'n do it. Do I make myself clear."
She huffed in annoyance, but eventually took hold of my hand and allowed me to lead her to the car. The rest of the trip was her emeralds glaring at me from the reveiw mirror.
End of flashback.
"Alright, get to it boys, you know the drill," the annoyed man took hold of his druken wife's slim waist, "Come along now, Mrs. Jojo."
The mother pouted and opened her arms wide, "Carry me Richy."
What a bitch, Richard thought as he hoisted her on his shoulder to ready her for dinner.
Five minutes later, once the boys got dressed, they gathered in the kitchen where the eldest took charge.
"Butch," Brick sternly stared at his brother, "Set the table, and this time don't use the silverware as weapons."
"Fuck'n bitch," Butch murmmered as he grabbed the plates.
"Boomer," Brick swiftly glanced at the blonde, "I'll be cooking, while you go wake Buttercup. The two of will wash the dishes after. Understood."
Boomer nodded in agreement, "O-Okay Brick!"
The blonde immediately took off for his replacement. He knocked on the door, lightly.
Despite his better judgment the youngest brother opened the door, "Um... Hello?" His blue eyes scanned the bed, but there was only a stench of sweat and some devilish sheets. "Buttercup... Are you up?"
No response.
The boy walked in and heard a noise coming from her restroom, however despite the darkness of the room there was a light coming from the restroom.
For normal people the obvious answer for a light to be on was due to the exsistince of someone in there. However being Boomer, you may be oblivious to the answer as you stand in the dark room quickly remebering your fear of the dark.
So he did the logic thing and obliviously ran into the occupied bathroom, and to his surprise, instead of an empty lit room, the innocent blue eyes landed upon a not so innocent scene.
For there stood the glaring girl from earlier, in just white underwear.
"Uh... " Boomer's mind went blank because he'd never been so lucky to encounter such a sight before.
The young blonde has seen his mother change, no indecent thoughts there, but when seeing a strange girl who stood up to his lunatic brother-not only was it scary beyond belief-but very admirable. He sought the girl, Buttercup, to be somewhat like a comic book. The hero there to swoop in and save him from the evil brothers.
However this was no comic. And this was no hero. She was a girl. A female. One that -he noted- seem to capture the eye of his eldest sibling. How did he know, because ever since her arrival Brick look to be in a sort of daze when looking at her. It was clearly shown in the red of his eyes, hidden in his stotic, stern face.
It made the young boy jelous of his new sister, because the readhead helped her. Brick never helped him, his own blood sibling, when getting a beating from the psychopath of a brother. However when she got hurt who literally carried her bridal style all the way back to her room while pratically ogling her defeated form.
"What the hell," the girl's voice broke the blonde from his previous thoughts.
Oblivious to the the real situation before him, Boomer gave a nonchalant smile, "Buttercup! There you are! So dinner is at eight, and you have to be dressed appropriately. And you and me are on dish duty after, okay."
The girl stood there. Her skin gone red. Not embarrassment, but rage. At the presence of this unwanted boy, the cheerfully, only excited one -apart from the mother- Boomer. Another bubbly blonde that seemed to remind her a lot of her younger sister, thus inflicting a sort of sympathy towards him.
However all those thoughts where dismissed by the brunette as she stood bare. In only undergarments, about to change into new clothing given to her by the new family that knew nothing of privacy due to the lack of locks on the doors and no knocking.
After the blonde spoke, the girl's previous shock quickly turned into a blazing inferno. How dare he mock her, as if nothing were wrong with the picture. He literally stood there, with a taunting smile plastered on his face. Fuck that.
"Get. Out."
Boomer blinked. "Hmm?"
Her emeralds pierced through the, now, frighten blues.
"Get the fuck out... NOW!" The girl visiously threw the nearest object at the boy. He barley dodged the hairdryer that slammed against the wall behind him.
"Okay, so I'll wait for you outside then," a hair straightener flew by his head. "I'll be going!"
Before he could throw anything else the blonde sped out of the restroom into the hall and made sure to slam the door behind him.
"Wow," the blue eyed boy breathed in relief. Did that just happen, Boomer pinched himself, Yup. I'm awake. He looked around to see if anybody had heard of the commotion. Wait a minute, he thought inwardly, I just saw a girl in her underwear... Up close.
Thankfully nobody was around as he smiled creepily to himself and whispered, "Awesome."
Five minutes passed. The red eyed boy knew that his brother should have been back by now.
Where is he? The eldest wanted to find out why his younger brother was taking so long, but his hands were preoccupied with chopping up carrots. Maybe the bitches are fighting over who's going to wear the dress to dinner.
Dismissing the thought, Brick spotted Butch coming towards him with a crazed look in his eye.
Is it wise to let the fuck'n maniac go get the two bitches, he did have a point. However his ear picked up a loud thud coming from the direction of the room full of desires. A place where he did not wish for any male to embark upon pleasurable visuals of the girl, beside himself. He assumingly thought Boomer would never have such thoughts... Assumingly.
"Butch," Brick said more urgently, "Go tell Boomer to hurry up," his hands moved at a quicker speed, skinning the red potatoes. Surely his younger brother wouldn't dare think of such images...right?
There's no way in hell for me to worry about my brother, especially Boomer of all people, the crybaby can barely manage to wipe his own ass, Brick violently began to cut the chicken.
The brunette began to question what the fuck his brother was doing. Of all his life knowing his brother, never had he witness anything like this.
Brick not focusing? Butch waved his hand in front of the red bastard's face who remained unphased as he almost sliced off his own fingers. He's fucking distracted! What the fuck?
Butch punched himself in the face. Twice, one for making sure he wasn't still asleep, and the other was to see if it would hurt as much as the first one.
The crazy child was now positive of two things.
One. The puch did hurt more the second time.
And two. Brick was distracted.
Vulnerable.
Right before Butch could attack a slammed door awoke Brick from his daze.
"Butch go get Boomer and Buttercup," forest green blinked rapidly, "Now."
The lunatic broke out of his trance. He didn't argue as he went to get Boomer.
All the while a disturbing smile flitted across his face.
Brick had a weakness, he thought happily, but what the fuck was it!
To be continued...