Akito inhaled air to try and calm his nerves and then he felt the tapping and looked at down at the list the girl was holding out to him. Letting the air release he shook his head at his name scribbled down there, yeah very lucky he thought to himself when he knew he was the most unluckiest person in this room. At the same time he looked at Kaito talking with the other peers, why did they think he was so cool? Kaito wasn't anything special, in fact he was the complete opposite; Kaito was pure dirt. The broken pencil was bothering him so he reached out to take the pieces and quickly shove them in his bag. Just a few more minutes and class would be out, just a few more .. but there were other names on the list, right? So, he wouldn't be alone at least not entirely.
Moving his left foot out from under the desk he had turned his right palm on the desk. And at that exact time the bell had rung. Akito stood to his full height, watching his peers file out of the door. But he stayed out of freewill in hopes that his freedom would be tarnished in a matter of seconds. At the same time he had picked up his book bag and rung it over his shoulder and neck, not wanting it to separate from him. Now he had approached Kaito's desk and the girl who had read off the list was still there, standing there, looking intently at Kaito. A little fixated he wondered. As he approached the desk a little more, he bowed his head to show respect to a teacher but not a brother.
Kaito’s grin had become a smile. He had a nice smile, too. Akito bowed, Kaito inclined his head in return. Red beads swayed around his face and shoulders. “Wanijima-chan,” he said. “I had a little brother just like you, once.”
Akito stood there, raising his head to look at Kaito's eyes. "Sorry to hear for the loss, Sensei," Akito replied quietly, softly, trying to force himself to speak nicely to his brother. He stood there looking at the chalk board and then back to his substitute teacher. "What is it that you'd like me to clean, sir?" Akito asked emotionlessly.
Kaito’s mouth twisted, lips pursed, then curved, like he was thinking of something good to eat, his favourite something. He stared hard at Akito’s face, at the subdued expression, at the silent suffering, at the way he restrained himself from everything and anything. Kaito knew all he had to do was reach out and stroke him with a finger to break it all-
What would I like him to clean...?
Not here, not in a classroom.
“Start with the floor,” he suggested in the quiet, confiding voice he only used for Akito. “You’ll have to move all the desks first, then sweep it, then mop it... Do you want my help? You’re so small I think I could put my hands around your waist and touch my own fingers.”
"Thank you for the offer but I should be able to maintain on my own, sir," Akito took two steps back and bowed down all the way to show high respect to Kaito. It was obvious he ignored the small comment, he was small but that was a little degrading to hear from his brother. Turning back around he slowly followed along the first row of desks to push them to the right side of the room, following the second. While doing this he didn't want to look at Kaito, so he didn't. It took him at least ten minutes to move all the desks to the one side of the room and he looked around to find the broom and the mop.
At that answer, Kaito made a nudging motion with his chin to send Akito off. Then he sat on the end of his desk, shoulders up and hands leaning back on the papers, and struck up a conversation with the girl who’d lingered. He had an easy, natural laugh, and their talk was peppered with it, as if his brother wasn’t silently working in the background, moving around furniture that was far too big for him and doing chores that by all rights he shouldn’t have to do. The other three children, two boys and a girl, loitered around doing nothing much to help, and Kaito said nothing to them about it, but every now and then his eyes darted to Akito, dark but approving. Push those desks, even with that bruise on your back. Work!
And when Akito was done, he pointed over his shoulder at a door in the wall. “Maybe the stuff you need’s in the closet, under all the junk. You can dig for it, eh?”
Akito didn't care if Kaito was talking to his peers, he didn't care if he had to do this to stay in school. It was all about his happiness and he had to deal with worse than this. Moving his head over to look at the wall he nodded his head to go towards the door. Opening it up he reached inside to flick on the lights to see the broom, the mop and the bucket to place water and cleaning liquids in. Going into the closet he reached for the broom, staring down for a moment. He was so angry right now, so angry that his happiness was at stake and there wasn't a single thing he could do.
At the same time he also leaned down to take the mop and the bucket to turn and leave the room.
When he turned around he saw that he was facing a shut door, not only that he had feared that it was locked. The clicking noise that came from the other end startled him and abruptly he dropped the broom, mop and bucket to grasp for the door handle. Akito jingled it a few times and try to push against the door, but it wouldn't budge. Listening he had heard his brother and he swallowed slowly to place his forehead against the door, he should've known not to go in here ..
"About?" Akito replied in a weak voice, but he had an idea of what Kaito wanted to discuss.
“Let’s talk about what you think you’re doing here,” suggested Kaito casually. “I have two class periods before I gotta be anywhere else. And tomorrow, we can talk about something else.” He slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks and slouched a little more.
It was so easy to imagine Akito behind that door, with his upraised hands on it like a soft little mouse in a glass cup. “You know you can’t stay around these normal kids. He’ll kill someone or...who knows, maybe you’ll start doing it again.”
He rested his head there, closing his eye to try and fight back the burning tears. Akito was trapped again, not in a cage but in a damn closet. Placing his palms to the door he leaned up against it a little closer. "He wouldn't hurt them and neither would I," Akito simply stated, his voice bold and strong. "It's not about being normal or not; it's about freedom, Nii-san," Akito added in now placing his cheek near to the door frame.
“It’s not!” snarled Kaito viciously, jerking his head to look towards the door. “It’s about life! You say you won’t but I know you will, because that’s the kind of stormrider you are! You’ll wake up in the gym, maybe, or the art room, and there’ll be another corpse. Nobody’s life is ‘free.’” Then he went quiet, seething, and folded his arms over his chest. Like it or not, they were still brothers, and they could still argue like it.
Venomously, Kaito added a minute later, “You’re only doing this for sex.”
"We wouldn't take a life!" he protested as he heard Kaito yell on the other side of the door. His hands reached for the door handle again to try and jingle it open and then he looked down to his bag. Akito had brought the A-Ts and he could maybe kick the door down with them but the consequences, again, caused him to refrain. Akito bit his lower lip as he looked around the closet for another means of escape, but there was none. The last sentence startled Akito and he looked surprised.
“You know,” snipped Kaito irritably, his face dark and his brow wrinkled with annoyance. “You’re only doing this because you’re attached to his under-sized cock. DI-scusting.”
It wasn’t that he was jealous in the conventional sense, but more that he was insulted that Akito would see more promise in what (Kaito imagined) was some silly teenage orgy than the career they had built together. “I gave you those skills that make you attractive to him, and you’re running away NOW? After all the work we’ve done?”
"All the work you made me do!" Akito replied in an angered voice behind the door, this time moving forward to start running into the door. He didn't want to break it but he did want to get out as soon as possible. Dropping his head back against the door after the third attempt he sighed and growled at Kaito from the other end of his door. "Ikki is my friend, it has nothing to do with .. with that!" Was all he could come up with, "HE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT WHAT I WANT."