Akito continued about with his flailing until he felt his head snap straight and the fingers pressed along his jaw and cheek. The digging didn't hurt too bad, but the stinging was uncomfortable and his eye was fixated on Ikki the whole time. Akito never thought about kicking his brother in the kneecaps, and if he tried he would most likely fail anyways. Lifting his hands he had placed them against Kaito's arm, trying to pry him off at the same time and like usual Akito was unsuccessful.
By now his chest had been rising and falling so quickly that it appeared that he was hyperventilating but he was just out of breath from struggling with Kaito. Suddenly both of his arms dropped down and he sat there unwillingly, his expression frightful and pleading as he watched Ikki. I don't want to lose my freedom so quickly! Akito thought as he closed his eye tightly, wanting his brother to disappear.
Not Akito and Kaito’s—Agito and Kaito’s. Kaito, who rested his chin on the top of his little brother’s head, hair and beads hanging down around both their faces, stared at Itsuki until he was sure he’d committed him to memory just so.
“Your face,” he said suddenly, interrupting Ikki.
Just a little, he shook Akito’s head from side to side with his hand.
“It looks at hot as his feels. Are you...two...?” The question lingered, he let it draw out and then cuddled Akito’s slender body against himself with both arms all at once, snatching him right up off of his feet. Even though he was still staring at Itsuki, he mashed his mouth against the side of Akito’s neck and loudly ‘MMMMMM’d for illustration. Are you two....you know. [/u]
Itsuki looked as stupid as a newborn baby until Kaito mashed his lips against Akito's neck and made that horrible noise. His eyes widened, his cheeks paled, and then his whole face flushed redder than before when he spat, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?!" All at once, both of his brows knit closely together and the edges of his eyes were flaming furious. "WHY ARE YOU THINKING OF YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT, YOU SICK BASTARD?!" Don't put your mouth on your little brother like that!
At least -- at the very least -- Ringo wasn't here. But then again that worked against him too.
Itsuki was mature. He was very mature. He was also fond of fair fights (no, really) and so it should have been no surprise that he backed up a step, crouched to the ground, gripped the handle of his manbag, and sprung forward. He swung the bag and let it go. Target? Kaito's face.
Whether or not this worked (whether or not it hit Akito or nothing else instead), Ikki's hands fought to hold the hands that held Akito and squeeze them with the kind of grip that could break wrists. Right now was the time to try to rip Akito free.
Kaito’s expression went flat like old soda. “That’s not what I sa—what the fuck?!” Is he throwing things at m-
Ducking his head down so that the bag skimmed just over his head and by default taking Akito with him, Kaito snarled, “Are you out of your fucking MIND, kid?! You wanna go to prison or somethi-what the fuck?!” So surprised to be grabbed by hands that he knew in an instant couldn’t have been Akito’s, Kaito actually jerked his elbows wide and his knee up—dropping his little brother and kneeing him away like a toy. It was up to Akito to move before he was stepped on or worse, because like Agito, Kaito was single-minded when there was a thrill between his hands. His fingers curled like talons and his palms twisted to face Itsuki. Instead of backing away to avoid his brother, he was shoving forward and bearing down. He’d step on Akito’s fingers and crush them if they were in his way.
At the same time Akito opened his eye to see a bag come his way so he did the same as Kaito and ducked his head for good measures. There were a lot of movements that baffled him and before he knew it he was dropped and kneed away so that he had rolled onto the ground while stumbling over on his left side with a light huff. The kneeing and the fall was rather painful so it took him awhile to place his hands onto the cement and dash up to his right knee to actually sprint away from the two older males. He had cut it close with being stepped on as it was, but he stood towards the edge of the sidewalk his chest still rising and lowering.
"Ikki!" Akito exclaimed with a frown, please be careful. He felt guilty for getting Ikki into his situation. The situation of his neglectful brother and he ducked his head before raising it again, his eye squinted as his heart pounded fiercely against his chest. Akito was rattled and hurt, having a hard time moving to complete safety. His head was turning from left to right and then down again to find his back still strapped around him, perhaps he could dig the A-Ts out and help.
Oh shit. Oh shit. He hadn't counted on that. Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Well, shit. Well-- "AKITO," yelped Ikki while he back-tracked as opposed to stepping forward to meet Kaito, hands in the air darting away from Kaito's, both brows drawn in fiercely. "Get outta here!" Get his bag too if you remember it, there's valuable stuff in there. "Run!" Unlike Kaito, Itsuki had the urge to protect. It didn't occur to him to call for Agito.
"Hey," he said, looking up to Kaito's face with a nervous grin slashed across his mouth, still backstepping. He didn't address anything else that was said to him about prison or dying before he got there. Instead he opened his mouth and finished with: "Sorry about your truck."
Sore spot or not, that actually was intended as an apology.
It was hard to imagine anything more aggrevating than Akito’s cries. What did he think he was doing, bawling for his pet stormrider like that? Didn’t he know how fucking irritating it was to hear? With a sudden look as black as sin around his eyes, he shot his brother a look and hissed, “Don’t fucking scream for him in front of me—you’re going home.”
Because he was yanking something from his back pocket and craning his neck around to fix his stare eagerly on Itsuki. “Yeah...I owe you for that, don’t I? Get down on the ground.”
Anger rose in Akito but it wasn't his own anger, it was anger that came from else where deep inside of him. As soon as Kaito had cursed at him he had already removed the A-Ts from the bag and had them on in a matter of seconds like he had done this all before. Once the A-Ts were secure he had stood straight, his height increased from the wheels of the A-Ts. There upon his face grew a toothless smile, his hand raising to switch the eye patch slowly. Now with this 'switch' he could no longer idle around, Agito could not idle around with this monster pushing around someone he actually clarified as a friend. With great agility he had set forward to slowly bend down and sweep up Ikki's bag along the way while tossing it to him as he stopped next to his friend.
The slanted gold eye flashed and moved over when Kaito had moved his hand from the back of his pocket and he lifted his left A-T and suddenly kicked Kaito in the shin before treading off to the other side of Ikki. His own way of telling Kaito, "That's right, I am going home." And by home he meant with Ikki.
"W-wait--wait, wait are you insane?! Don't play with that around here!" In the meantime, the hamster running on the wheel inside his brain had a small heartattack, fell over, and died. His expression was horrified and irritated at the same time. He calculated his odds and kept his hands raised in the air in some kind of surrender.
Chance of being shot at while standing up: 100 percent. Chance of being shot at while on the ground: 100 percent.
Understandably, neither looked very favourable. "Y--"
And then Agito happened.
Ikki caught his manbag and gripped it as if it was a lifeline. "Come on, come on, let's get the hell outta here!" There was no time for Itsuki to stop and rummage through his belongings.
Chance of being shot at while running away: 100 percent.
Kaito’s pupils shrank to tiny black pinheads, his mouth twisted up in a grimacing grin, and tendons twisted down his arm as his grip on the gun pointed at Itsuki whitened. The only indication that he’d felt the kick was sharp intake of breath and flare of his nostrils—that hurt, you little son of a bitch.
“...Agito,” he breathed, it was hard to breathe, hard to remember to do it, hard to keep his twitching finger from squeezing. “What happens if I shoot that eye? ...someday...you won’t share that body anymore....”
Maybe he didn’t really mean it. Maybe Kaito’s all-consuming need to eradicate, crucify, and control actually stemmed from a brutal love.
And maybe he’d follow through with that warning, some day. “...you’re both mine,” he warned, voice low. “And you’re both going to come back, so get your orgies done with fast.” His gun hand was shaking. He could shoot, but Agito could ruin this gun like the last one. Even if he was sure his brother wouldn’t really hurt him, he was also just as sure Agito wouldn’t let him take Akito now that he was here. Stalemate.
Agito mouth curved into an 'O' as though it was an idle threat and it would never happen. Moving his right hand up he slowly pointed his index finger at Kaito, his left hand resting on his hip while he smirked. "Yours?" he replied back in a sing-song voice while letting his A-Ts roll forward so that he was standing in-between the gun and Ikki. It would definitely hurt to get shot at this close of a range but it was a dare, a dare to see if Kaito would actually shoot. As he stood in front of Kaito he had lowered his index finger to curl it into his palm while raising another finger, the middle finger, to be exact. And with that finger he had stuck it right in the hole of the gun and stuck his tongue out Kaito.
"I think I'll take my time with this one," with that he had snapped his hand down with his finger so that the gun was jostled down away from the both of them whilst he turned around to show his back to Kaito his right hand nudging forward to get Ikki going. "Well, go!" he said suddenly his voice timid and raised, the tables had turned on his safety and he was expecting a low gesture from Kaito to be shot in the back. That would give him an excuse to engage into something bloody.
It was no secret that sometimes Itsuki was a little violent with his friends by means of pushing, pulling, yanking, and going so far as to rough them up if they turned their backs on him. Agito didn't turn his back on Ikki or do anything that warrented roughing up, but that was downright annoying. What, and leave him here with Kaito? Alone?
As violent as a whirlwind, Itsuki lashed out and caught Agito around the waist. Oh, he obeyed the 'Go!' part and he took Agito with him even if he had to pull him backwards and wheel him along. "Dammit, you idiot! The shit are you doing?!"
Well, to be honest, someone else was probably the idiot here and it wasn't Agito or Kaito.
"Come with me and stay in front!" Itsuki had the unfortunate habit of not thinking before he pulled stunts like this.
Chance of getting shot at while he ran away: still 100 percent.
For once (maybe in his life) Kaito didn’t take the violent route. He was utterly, implacably still the entire time Agito taunted, and it wasn’t until Itsuki yanked the brothers apart that he suddenly jerked his gun up and rested it against his shoulder. Kaito was grinning, sidelong.
“Goodbye, little brother, both of you! I’ll miss being family.” Next time, it won’t be family anymore. It’ll definitely be blood.
"?" Agito gave Kaito a clueless stare as he was yanked back and was being rolled forward, while looking down he noticed Ikki's arms around his waist and then he stared ahead. While the other was carting him along he had turned his head to give Kaito a very large grin, one of those fanged grins that he had mostly dished out when he was out of his mind. Perhaps it was victory but Ikki hadn't moved the both of them far away from Kaito just yet.
It must have looked ridiculous to see a black-haired young man wheeling what looked like a gradeschooler like he was some sort of toy, but he took one hand away from the boy's waist to mash his fist into the small of his back instead, pressing against it with his knuckles. Held firmly by his curled fingers was the bag. "Moron. I'm gonna," he started when they were some distance away, mouth open and gasping for air.
Kaito was horrifying. It had taken all of his willpower not to break into the most furious, awful sweat of his life seeing him again. "I'm gonna roll you downhill and use you as a skateboard!" Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid. Itsuki might have stuck a middle finger in the gun himself, but it was so stupid when someone else did it!
Needless to say, the run home was going to be full of threats.