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Chained on you for 24 hours
"You suck." He said.
"And you swallow, tsk."
Both of them turned their heads to the opposing side and refused to look each other in the eye. As always, they acted like two angry kittens.
"How much did it take you to search that in google, AHOtsugi?!" Ichiro laughed a disgusting laugh and continuously dissed him. And the albino? He took it in like some, nice fat cock up his ass because if he resorts to any amoral act (what he'd rather do in this situation) then Jyuto would double their penalty.
"Samatoki-san to you, brat! He scoffed.
Awkward silence reigned once more between the rebels.
The urge to smoke pushing him at his limits, he stood up and wanted to go outside. In the same fucking time the idiot brother did the same, wanting to go in the opposite direction.
"Smoke!"
"Snacks!"
They spoke their intention in sync, each tugging at the handcuff to walk off their ways. Samatoki began to walk, just to be dragged back by a forceful grip. The hell, this guy with the body of a twink was actually strong?"Let me smoke you moron! I haven't had one in 6 hours?! You can have your snacks later!"
"Ha? At least I'm feeding my lungs with sweets, not nicotine you bastard! 💢"
"Shut up dipshit! Do you wanna die on diabetes, ha?!" Samatoki head bumped the fuck out of him, so that their faces were only one hair breadths apart."And you'll die of--you'll just die! looooser, bhaaa!" Ichiro stuck his tongue out, like the little bitch he is sometimes. In the end, he got his snacks first..and Samatoki went outside for a smoke.
A little change of environment wasn't bad in such tough times. They both moved to the balcony, looking up into the starry night. Samatoki, who had a cigar in his mouth, blew perfect smoke rings and contaminated the air. Ichiro, who was pretty much empty handed, complained about his smoking habit. Although, more passively cus' he knew smokers ain't taking shit from others.
"Yo, how long's it gonna take? I'm freezing." Ichiro admitted. He really clenched his teeth so the cold didn't strike him as hard. Samatoki wrapped one arm around his shoulder and scooted closer to him without a word. Ichiro jumped in shock, attempting to push him away."W-W-What ar- let go dude!" He struggled against his grip but he just DIDN'T LET GO! Non-consensual hugs are the best-- fuck, this guy really is the worst.
"Your face is all red, brat." That comment burned him up. He looked up at the Samatoki, convinced that his face resembled a rotten tomato right now."I hate you..hmpf..." He murmured under his breath, yet all the same cuddled closer to him.
Once Samatoki grounded his cigar into the ashtray, they both walked in. Jyuto, their executor stood right in front of them with that smug face of his."Seems like you too made up. I shall now-"
"Whaddaya mean you want to sleep? Go take a shower you stinky yeti monster!" Ichiro scolded him. Jyuto's thought read:"Ah, shit. here they go again."
"Oh, you want to shower with me? Didn't know you had such tendencies!~" Samatoki's voice brought shivers down his spine.
Right..they were handcuffed. Which meant..they had to do everything together..
"ahem. Over my dead body."
More or less peacefully they made it to do bed. They choose to sleep next to each other but...one major problem reared its head.
"Give....me...the..blanket!!!" They both pulled at the end of a cuddly blanket, fighting for life and death to claim it for their own. Ichiro pushed Samatoki's head back with the sole of his foot, tugging harder and harder."As if.. I'd do..that!"
..10 hours later.. (insert spongebob narrative voice)
The room was dark and they slept back-to-back, sharing the blanket, after all."Hey, brat. I know you are awake." Samatoki said.
"' 'Course I'm awake. You just woke me up, idiot." He hissed, hiding himself further into the cuddly object.
"You are really a brat..you know that?"
"And you're really an old, impotent man."
At that remark, Samatoki rolled over him and attempted to do something. Sensing the danger ahead, Ichiro smacked a pillow right in front of his face and mashed his cheeks into it."No, bad dog. Sit." He ordered.
"The hell? 💢 I ain't a dog!" Samatoki fell back to his pace, closing his eyes. And Ichiro?
Well, Ichiro couldn't get a wink of sleep that night, because all he thought of was the man sitting next to him. Right, maybe he'll assault him in his sleep or somethin' one never knew. <--- Tsundere
Like that, another day ended for them. At break of dawn, broad daylight sipped through the windows. The early birds sung their melodies, starting off another hellish day in the life of those two enraged dogs. Seriously, after this, Samatoki made a vow (and he didn't cross his fingers) The next person to die on his blacklist would be a bunny in a cop costume. That resolve was set in stone.
How does one's morning start?
With a lot and-- repeat, a SHITLOAD of arguments over spilled milk.
"The hell? You look like shit." He said with no filter, unafraid of speaking his own thoughts.
"Ha..? I don't wanna hear that from an OLD, ILL-TEMPERED, man who tried to perform somnophilia on me last night."
"Be more respectful to your elders, would you?" He asked, bonking his head with his elbow. Fucking bastard--
"And you be more of a responsible adult I can look up to. You never give a shit about how much you smoke'n drink, get provoked by everyone and ERRBODy, even that small, little chuhaha in our neighbourhood and always think you are the shit when you are shit." Damn, Ichiro knew he sounded like a mom right now. But he was right in everything he said. Samatoki had to learn that respect is earned. He can't just expect that of him after all they've been through. Luckily, his motherly remarks silenced him for now.
"Tsk, whatever. Lemme smoke."
"Again..?" Ichiro asked annoyed.
"Yes damn it, I want to smoke."
Yesterday he had been complaining about his badly, but now he seemed to oblige to his request. Like two dogs needing to walk first thing in the morning, they went outside melted by broad daylight. Samatoki was fine as long as he smoked outside, but Ichiro had something else in mind. They went on a walk, hand-in-hand (because they were handcuffed, lol). People's gazes stabbed them but they both ignored it or shot death glances at them to keep'em at bay. Both of them shared an bothersome trait together: They were stubborn as a mule. So forget finding a conversation without starting a Blitzkrieg.
"So..? What chu wanted to talk a-" Ah yes, who doesn't love getting interrupted amid something so vital. Suddenly, as Samatoki made the first step in this shitshow, a shriek blasted into his damn ears like an atomic bomb plummeting into the sky. Alarmed, both of them turned around in the direction of the source. It was an old hag searching for help.
"A-A thief! Help!"
As soon as Ichiro heard the rescue call, the cavalier rushed over to the female and saw the thief running off with her bag.
"Come, Samatoki! Let's get'em."
No, let's not--is what he originally wanted to say. Forget that too, this prick doesn't listen.
"Samatoki-san you pri- OI!" He had no choice but to follow. Ichiro dragged him around like a dog on a leash, only that it was a dog in handcuffs instead.
Good thing their stamina was also something they had in common. They run as fast as an eagle, closing the distance between them and the other prickle rick.
In sonic speed they chased behind, so far it was a good idea to chase someone while tied up to another person. In the end they took a shortcut and cut his path off. Samatoki must have twisted his heel in a weird position again because right in that time Ichiro's knees faltered to weariness. He tripped on his foot and nearly kissed the ground.
"Are you serious? You are so weak!" Samatoki bantered. Guess he should have spared that one comment, because in that very second Ichiro pulled him down in hell with him.
"Pffahahah! Look whose weak now you fucker-"
Just as he was about to laugh his ass off, Samatoki mashed his cheeks into his palm and crashed his jaw with his ridiculously strong hand.
"What did you just say, ha?! 💢💢💢" He shouted which resulted into Ichiro yanking him by his collar and spitting into his face just as vehemently:
"Are you deaf?! I said you are weak yourself-" Ichiro repeated.
"Outta my way you maggots! The thief broke their little clash. Both Samatoki and Ichiro turned into his direction, looking hella pissed. The miasma of death was all over them. In that moment the thief knew, he fucked up.
"SHUT UP!"
"SHUT UP!"
Like two intertwined thunderclaps, the duo swung a vicious punch into his hideous face.
Total K.O for the bad guy. He fell and stood unmoving on the ground. Ah well, if he dies, he dies.
"Ha! Got'em!"
"Get rekt bastard!"
After their triumphal victory, they instinctively high-fived.
Then--heavy silence befell them. Did they..did they just..? Ichiro cleared his throat, so did the Samatoki. They both looked in the opposite direction and averted each other's gazes."I-I mean--pff could've done it myself." The Yamada said. And the albino:"Yeah, right."
Their adventure outside ended and they returned home more or less safe and sound. As they entered through the door, Jyuto stood there waiting. His gaze met with two muddy, injured idiots who looked like they came back from a brawl with a gang or something. His mouth hung open at the sight. Eventually, he sighed and spoke:"Yare yare, you guys really do hate each other with great passion."
But Jyuto was totally misunderstood. After that, some time passed because they both tried really hard to make him understand that they didn't pick a fight and that they rescued some human in need. Jyuto only nodded. It didn't seem to convince him of releasing them just yet. It was certainly pure entertainment, watching them struggle like that.
Samatoki sighed."C'mon let us go. We already made up."
Ichiro barged in:"Dunno, have we tho-" He was forced to stop mid-sentence because SAMATOKi that bastard smashed his hand over his mouth.
"Yes, we have."
"Hmm, it is precisely true that you might have made up..." Jyuto adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced at them with the eyes of someone who contemplated something.
"But that requires..certain proof."
Samatoki was at its limit. That's it! He wants proof?! He can have proof. Without objecting, Samatoki grabbed Ichiro by the collar, seized him in the air and crashed their lips together. Right in front of the cops eyes.
????
Jyuto was petrified. What..the..this isn't happening. His glasses slipped off his eyes at the sight. His mouth stood agape and he looked like a shocked zombie out of breath.
Ichiro was a dying, blushing, mess at this point. The cat's got his tongue and he couldn't even get a proper word out.
"See..? We made up." There was a hint of embarrassment in his face.
Clack clak.
Without any more words, the handcuffs dropped to the ground. Freedoooooooooooooom. Fucking, finally. While Samatoki entertained the idea of finally retrieving his human rights, Ichiro was too deep into dying inside that he didn't have the chance to celebrate that matter. That was humiliation at its finest. How could he just do it so simply?!
"G...go die." He finally said with his last dying breath.
"Fuck yourself." Samatoki replied.
"Go fuck me yourself you coward!" The other hissed without thinking. Woopsie--daisy, he said too much.
"What..?"
"What?"
Jyuto.exe stopped working.
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