Akito stopped near to the door frame when Kaito spoke up, and he twisted his form back around so that he could stare at Kaito sitting at the desk once more. Frowning he slowly moved his head and looked back into the hallway. Akito felt really guilty, but he had been gaining will-power in the last few weeks and didn't want to let it all go. "But Nii-san, I have done nothing to you but merely exist.."
“You can say that and spit in my face at the same time?” wondered Kaito, brows raised but eyelids lowered in a sleepy expression of wonder. “’Nii-san, I love you and I will destroy everything we ever worked for together, for fun’?”
"No, Nii-san I love you but I won't let you destroy my freedom. Life isn't all about work, and you're right, it is fun~" Akito had replied in a sing-song voice before he had suddenly rolled out of the room on his A-Ts, quickly turning to the right down the hall. He was going to leave the school right away, just incase Kaito came after him or if one o the other teachers found him wearing A-Ts in the school.
Kaito growled a response, but it was so low that even if Akito had stayed, he wouldn’t have heard it. Afterwards, he rubbed his sore fingers against his jaw thoughtfully, scowling at the wall. It took him at least fifteen minutes to sort his thoughts back into something work appropriate, to undo the damage Akito had managed to do to his normally needle-point focus. That was why, he reminded himself, they had stopped talking in the first place. It confused the real issue and got in the way of the real goals.
He felt better after smoking the second half of his cigarette and paging through the rest of the papers left by the real health teacher, and by the time he left, he was snapping his fingers and making a call on his cellphone. Akito wanted his war, and he was welcome to it.