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Kusuke and Kusuo. Two great, unreal brothers, both with greatness at an extraordinary level. Kusuke our genius, unfortunately, felt overshadowed when he was presented with his brother with psychic, inhuman and strong powers. Where Kusuke was a lot for his young age, Kusuo was a lot for any age, and any average human. Kusuke's iq above 200 made him feel like a genius next to everyone, and a pittance next to his brother. He always challenged him, they spent hours competing together in various things, Kusuo of course didn't want to but Kusuke always found himself leaving him without a choice by threatening him and finally the psychic ended up playing, and winning as always.
"No younger brother is better than his older brother" were the words that always went through Kusuke's mind when he knew that he couldn't beat Kusuo, and this made him feel too irritated.
Anyway after all, he liked competing against him.
And he also liked being defeated by him. Kusuke wouldn't experience the feeling of defeat if it wasn't for his brother, if Kusuke was 500 times superior to an average human Kusuo was 1000000 times, and even though Kusuke liked the fact that his brother was the only one who could really match him and even get over it... He wanted to see him lose, even once, at all costs.
Almost 17 years had passed and not a single day in Kusuo's life Kusuke had been able to win in a fight. The more than 4000 defeats went through his head, thinking of new plans to be able to beat his brother, but everything to date had gone wrong, wrong and wrong.
But Kusuke had one of many games in mind again.
It could work and at the same time it wouldn't, either way he was not sure, but just trying it should be enough.
Kusuo was in London, ready for whatever his scientist brother had in mind now, probably again something super elaborate and with incredible gadgets, he just knew that he had to play his ridiculous game or else Teruhashi, Chiyo and Hairo would would find out about his powers (Why the 3 of them?)
The pink-haired boy was staring at his brother while he thought about what the hell he wanted to propose to him now, he didn't imagine anything knowing how unpredictable his brother could be and plus the extra of his telepathy blocker .
"Kusuo, do you really have no idea? I will put you to the test, this will not be about skills or advantages, but about resistance, do you want to know what I mean?"
[The truth is that I have no idea what you mean, you are someone too crazy and you are scaring me.]
It's true, Kusuo was always afraid of the ingenious feats that his brother could come up with, everything was so elaborate, always.
Kusuke took out something that confused the psychic moments later.
"You won't talk, right? Too bad I can't hear your thoughts, now that I remember.. It's been so long since I heard your voice, whenever you're around I'm aware of having this placed in my head... And you really seem like someone mute.. But this will be fun . It probably also makes your voice leak a bit."
[What are you referring to? You sound scary in every way.]
"I suppose that right now you are wondering what I am talking about, right? Good. I will make you test the capabilities of your own body, and I will not make you fight with myself or anything like that. Rather, with your interior. And being as direct as possible, with your bladder."
The pink haired boy looked at him in confusion.
[What is this idiot talking about?]
"I'm talking about how I'll make you hold your pee with rules and conditions as if it were one more of our games, as if it were hide and seek in London, there are rules and limits here, do you understand?"
[What kind of ridiculous is this and how the hell did he come up with it?]
"Unfortunately you have to do it, brother. The consequences of not doing it are worse, and you know it perfectly... Now, I'll explain. I don't know when was the last time you emptied yourself, but I hope your luck isn't so bad that it has had plenty of time. The most instant way to make your body feel the need is by ingesting liquid, of course.
I will control the amount depending on how I see you. And how will we know if you lost? If you pee anywhere else before the time limit, then you did and it would be my first win. You have to pee in a bathroom around town. If you manage to resist the desired time or relax where you should, and with all the conditions that I have set, then you will have won."
The psychic was really upset with that challenge, and it filled his heart with anger to know that he had to do it, he would never have imagined something so stupid coming from his brother's competitive desire and at that moment he thought that he really had lost his mind from the insatiable desire to win.
"Okay, let's start with this." Kusuke sounded with a more serious and dominant tone than normal, Kusuo sensed that it was simply him wanting to scare him and make him believe that he will not win.
"I need you to introduce all this into your body, can you?" The blond took out large bottles of purified water and plastic cups, it was evident, he wanted Kusuo to drink both and then avoid expelling them from his body before required.
The psychic glared at him and then grabbed a clear glass, spilling a few drops of it from the aggressiveness, then spilled a little again this time by drinking it so quickly. With a sleeve he wiped what had fallen a little under his lips and then looked at his brother angrily.
"Fine, perfect, but you have to finish everything."
"Tsk" [I know..
Why am I doing this?]
Kusuo continued, glass after glass, in an oversight there was now 1L inside him, he felt so pathetic having to obey his brother to the letter but he knew he had no choice at that moment. Nor in what he expected later.
He sighed in an attempt to get air after ingesting so much and then continued, now his sighs were continuous, he was beginning to feel full, and rightly so, it was not healthy or usual for him to ingest so much in such a short time, but once mentioned, he had to.
He looked like a stupid slave who was ordered to do and he accepted without thinking, he felt too submissive. Having to hold his piss? Was it serious? Having to be ingesting amounts and amounts of water just because someone ordered it? He felt too angry and resentful as he kept adding the liquid to his body rapidly.
Until finally, this one was finished.
"That was something quick, do you think if we add one more liter...?"
[Don't talk nonsense...]
"Ok, let's do it." Kusuo complained internally and also with an annoyed sound, even for someone like him that was too much, at that moment he had all his hope placed on his wits and his powers.
Kusuke took out one more, handed it to Kusuo in his hand while he smiled staring at him and he held it hatefully.
He didn't even use the glasses this time, he forcefully grabbed the bottle and half of it was now empty, he stopped to take a breath this time with a longer breath than the previous ones and continued with his task.
Kusuo ended up throwing the bottle towards the ground with hate and making it bounce meters away, implying the anger he felt at that moment, then he recovered all the lost air breathing a little agitatedly while he looked directly irritated at his brother.
"Wow wow, you've done great... Although this is only the beginning." Kusuke said as if he were a proud father. He was irritating Kusuo more than he already was.
"Well, from this moment time begins, maybe it's not a surprise but... Yeah, as you could guess, I'll decide this too" Kusuke said while he smiled very ironically tender.
[Good grief. His attitude is irritating me too much... But I must be mentally strong and do nothing but ignore him, the signals that my body is giving me are more important now.] Kusuo sat on a chair that Kusuke had in his laboratory, I had no idea what to do but wait.
"Let me know when you start to need it, that will be the real fun."
[Why do I have to do it as if it was up to you to take care of my body properly? How annoying.]
Kusuo continued sitting without looking anywhere other than the ground, he wondered why he had to be controlled and watched by his brother waiting for his bladder to start filling instead of just going to attend to it where he should like a normal person. And all because of a selfish brother who only thought of winning at any cost, well, fuck him, either way the psychic had too many solutions to his situation in mind, he trusted his resistance, himself, and besides it was a too ridiculous game that he considered easy. It wasn't creative, nor compared to Kusuke's previous challenges which put even Kusuo's secret identity at risk, it was just something that for him, was considered stupid due to an exasperated anxious desire for victory.
......
"It's been an hour since you ingested more than what anyone should take around the day. Haven't you really felt anything? It's interesting, your body is definitely stronger and better than anyone else's..."
Kusuo still didn't feel anything at all, at that moment he wasn't being cornered, or limited, or anything like that, he could have perfectly gone to the toilet. That would mean that, not long after, the real need invaded him again and of course it would be a useless trip.
Even so, Kusuke was right, he felt absolutely nothing yet, probably just as he entered him suddenly, he would go down in exactly the same way.
"I have the suspicion that even so you feel the need to start to emerge, you won't tell me anything, right? It was obvious... Good. I don't know when you'll start to despair, I don't even know if you will, this at the same time helps me learn about you and how you would deal with a situation like this, in which you would never be because you have the world at your feet..." Kusuke sounded like this was his experiment, and he certainly loved studying his brother from head to toe.
However, he began to think that he was really anything but a human, he didn't notice any signs in him that would make him understand that now he had some kind of pressure on his bladder. And yet, he was sure the psychic wouldn't lower himself by telling him the exact moment he'd start feeling the urge, as if he needed some kind of special permission on himself, even though technically he did right now.
"Interesting .." Kusuke said in amazement and then he approached his brother who was still sitting.
[Wait.. W-what is he doing?] Kusuo was careless and couldn't get away when he realized that Kusuke had tied him to the chair where he was sitting, he looked directly into his eyes waiting for an answer and that it wasn't what he was thinking. Was he going to leave him there forever? Even knowing that he could teleport? What was the end of it?
"Okay, Kuso. First of all, you can't teleport out of London, you can only use the toilets that are exactly around the whole city." Y-
Before Kusuke continued to speak, Kusuo felt in an instant how all the liquid went down aggressively towards his bladder, pressing it hard, it was so sudden that the psychic gave a shaky gasp that was drowned out by the brother's voice.
"You'll have to be here for as long as I decide, don't worry, I know you're not stupid and you wouldn't accept anything that wasn't fair, so don't worry, despite how easy or difficult this game may be, I'll try to make it as fair as possible. But... you have to tell me how you are, I'm not a fortune teller, okay? That means that in part, it also depends on you."
[Shit, what is the point of hearing my voice?] Kusuo only tried to maintain concentration, he knew that this could be possible but he did not imagine that to such a degree, now he could perfectly notice his breathing, which of course happened completely unnoticed before. He was getting really uncomfortable with the passing of the minutes, as if he really had been with the urgency for hours, he had taken so badly to drink so much liquid and so quickly. Although what did he expect? That could happen. Kusuke probably thought not to such a degree, that perhaps Kusuo's bladder was many times bigger than average, but the truth is no, despite everything he still had the body of a normal human, the only difference is that he was more calculating, smarr and strong in other matters.
He would start to get bored if it weren't for the liquid that had just gone down into his bladder without warning, all he could focus on was holding on and bearing or thinking about something other than the really strong discomfort that had hit him when he was fully helpless.
Fortunately he was sitting, it is more difficult to detect when someone squeezes his thighs in that state, if he were standing, then the problem would probably be more serious.
At that moment he didn't know what was better. What if he pretended to be incredibly and exaggeratedly desperate when he really isn't so that Kusuke would release him which would be fair? Or pretend that he doesn't affect him at all? Despite everything, the first option was more convenient. But he didn't want to look weak in front of his brother, and of course he supposed he could tell if it was him faking it. Reasonable, if up to this point he still hadn't shown almost any bodily signs of despair and out of nowhere he started doing it, then something was definitely wrong.
Maybe he could control movements like crossing his legs, squeezing them together, moving them or shaking them, but he couldn't control breaking into a sweat from the body heat of exertion.
Not as desperate as he'd thought to pretend, but this was getting harder than he even thought it would. He couldn't help but feel the beads of sweat running down his face, beginning to slide under his hair, and ending at the bottom of his face. But at least he was trying to make his heavy breathing not so noticeable, in a closed place like that, if Kusuke paid attention, it would be impossible not to notice him if the pink haired boy wasn't careful.
But this was beginning to prove impossible for him. He became too confident, he forgot all the liquid he had ingested in such a short time, a shiver ran through his body when he felt his desire suddenly increase, the psychic tried, but he could not help gasping and trembling and moments later he almost ran out of air at his heart start to pull faster with the fear that Kusuke may have heard or noticed something. Kusuo sighed and softly closed his eyes trying to stay calm, in an oversight his breathing was calm but noisier than usual. He was still in a kind of wave and the last thing he did was relax and squeeze his thighs with enough force to make them start to shake.
Then he looked up and his eyes expressed concern when he turned directly to his brother and noticed his gaze full of illusion, emotion and above all interest and attention completely focused on him.
"What do we have here... Has it already started?" Kusuke said trembling with emotion as his eyes shone, learning about Kusuo was one of his favorite things.
The psychic looked at the ground in irritation as he felt a small blush wash over his face, very small, probably or rather surely from being questioned and limited when he shouldn't. As if his brother was a stupid child carer, as if he needed the attention of a leave of absence. He just knew that a psychic being in that situation was truly despicable.
Kusuo of course didn't answer his brother, he just didn't know what to do or what was better. Being desperate was the most logical and convenient thing to do, but he knew not completely, if he did, it was probably a weapon that Kusuke would take against him with the intention of mocking and feeling superior.
...
"Seriously, won't you say anything? Do I have to read and analyze you? Uhh... Well, I think I can do it, after all, you're not immune."
Kusuo was irritated, he knew that having to pretend was not good, but he had ingested too much, and of course it was difficult to pretend, up to this point he had done great, but no more. The pressure was too strong.
The loud gasp he gave afterward was just the right mistake to leave Kusuke in no doubt that the pressure had already begun to attack his bladder.
Kusuke looked at him pretending to make an empathetic smile "Ohhh, why didn't you tell me anything before?"
Kusuo gritted his teeth in anger and then he felt his eyes water slightly, he avoided at all costs that the slight tears came out and then his brother approached him.
"Let's see..." Kusuke approached Kusuo without him knowing what was happening, he bent down and placed a hand supporting himself on his chest. Then closed both eyes and concentrated on the psychic's breathing, then opened them and smiled.
"You are too agitated. There is no doubt that it is beginning to emerge... Perhaps it had been around for some time."
The pink-haired boy couldn't deny anything, it was very difficult to pretend up to this point, it was already completely useless to do so, Kusuke had deciphered everything, as almost always.
He squeezed one eye tightly and then gasped again, he moved his whole body with some force in impulsiveness, anyway, he could free himself whenever he wanted, right? Either way, maybe thinking that everything was too easy was a trap he didn't want to fall into. He knew his brother's intelligence and he knew it couldn't be that easy.
"I told you your voice would leak a bit." Kusuke separated from the psychic and then turned around, immediately afterward he quickly turned towards Kusuo, pulling his left limiter away from him, then he crushed it with the force of his fist and it was broken in several parts, now useless. Knowing that this would make it things get complicated for the pink-haired boy.
[Wh-what the hell is wrong with him?! No, it can't be, I was too caught off guard] "Tsk" The boy with two antennas, now one, was really worried, he knew how much he had to keep his body immobile when he didn't have his limiter, and how difficult it was to resist all that amount without moving. He turned to look at the blond and shook his head, asking for some mercy while looking directly into his eyes, truly embarrassed.
"What? Do you want to ask me something? I don't know how to read looks, or minds, like you, you must let me know..."
The boy with green glasses turned away with annoyance, he hated doing what he was told, more than what Kusuke told him, he looked down and then took a long breath before speaking.
"Y-you're overstepping."
Kusuke smiled "It's okay, I'll try not to do too much" He moved away from Kusuo and returned to take a seat a few meters from him.
[N-no, you didn't understand me, this.. It's already too much] If the psychic hated speaking on his own, with the difficulty he had right now in this action thanks to his shaky and ragged voice, this hatred increased drastically. He gasped once more, he pressed his legs next to both eyes with force, he had lost track of time, time was passing too slowly and his despair was increasing too fast, causing him confusion and worry, he decided was time to break the ropes. And when trying, he could not measure his strength due to his condition that ended up also affecting the chair, but this was not of much importance. He got up and dry as he trembled, he really wanted to lean his heavy body on something but he knew that everything could be damaged now.
"Who said that you could let go now?" Kusuke got semi-enraged with his brother for having broken a rule, although well, these were perfect and appropriate indications to let him know how he should behave to be the most fair with the psychic, of course he still wouldn't let him so easy.
"I sensed that you would want to use your restoration power to return your body to when it was empty, so I hope you don't anymore unless you want to be 9 and a half years old again." Kusuo's restoration was also affected in terms of time, if with the limiter it was a day before, without it the time became 7 years.
At that moment he doubted how much his brother needed relief, but then something happened that he did to her and would let him know from now on his exact condition.
[This.. It may be impossible in this state.. I have to be careful but.. The waves make me lose control (of powers) and it's really dangerous] "Mhh.."
[This really exceeds the limits... Should I give up?]
His agitated breathing grew along with his desperate thoughts that consumed him, he didn't know what to do, he sensed that a good way to free himself would be to give up, teleport to a random place and then break a rule that would make him lose the game. But, losing a challenge was the least of it when it came to the fact that now he was really a threat, he began to shake all over and held on with the strength he had left to stay up, he couldn't even lean anywhere, he could only continue resisting against his own body and against his own powers, which not even he knew what they could cause.
Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened, he turned back to Kusuke and looked at his shocked look, some time later he saw him smile and continue looking in disbelief "I can hear them..." he mentioned enthusiastically, while the psychic looked at him confused.
"Your thoughts.. I can hear them... But.. I... I'm confused.. How?"
Kusuo raised his head and his gaze somewhat crystallized while his pupils became small in disbelief, how was that possible? Even if he didn't have the power limiter, this wasn't enough to break Kusuke's telepathy blocker, even if.."Why can I hear you? And why do you look so surprised? Are you using forced telepathy without realizing it?" Even if his telepathy power could have broken through his brother's apparatus, unconscious forced telepathy is something that never happened to him before, even if he wasn't with his límite. Was it his agitated body in a state of alteration? The truth is that if he had little control of his powers when he was without something to regulate them, in this state, he couldn't concentrate like he normally would, which made it hundreds of times worse. He gave a shaky groan, venting out all his worry, fear, despair, and suffering as he decided it was time to think about doing something. Staying with all his mind on enduring wasn't turning out well at all, he knew he had to look for solutions and he really questioned why he hadn't done it sooner.
He hadn't appreciated that they could involuntarily read each other's minds until now, Kusuke could know everything Kusuo was thinking, including his hints of despair, and without it being feigned. He realized that he was being a bit extreme and wanted to make it up to him.
The problem here is that both of them could know his plans and next moves, immediately, as if they were telepathically connected (they were) both of them tried to divert their minds from thinking about what they would do next, Kusuo felt that he had too many things to worry about, he was at an incredible disadvantage, he sighed and then teleported away without thinking, which his brother didn't expect him to do.
Kusuo had completely devastated his telepathy range by being without his limiter, he felt that he could hear almost everyone's thoughts. Instead, Kusuke could only hear the psychic's, another advantage on his part.
Kusuo teleported in the middle of the city. He trembled, immediately squeezing his knees tightly and both ends of his clothes while recovering from the pressure a bit, he raised his head and began to look around, there were too many options but he didn't he knew at what exact locations restrooms were available.
Of course he wasn't in a public place, rather he teleported to a suburb far from people's eyes, so they wouldn't see him appear out of nowhere. He walked towards a public place.
As he walked, he felt his entire legs tremble from his hips to his ankles and he sighed. The time limit was 7 hours and he didn't even know how many they had completed.
Maybe he could hold out much longer than his so far he had held out, the problem is that his bladder filled quickly and this caused the urge to feel like he was there much longer than it happened, maybe if he hadn't tried to hide his desire before, the time Kusuke would have given him would be reduced to the current one. The psychic stopped his rapid breathing and then teleported meters ahead, he couldn't believe he was doing that, but he preferred not to waste time trudging no matter how pathetic this might be. Without his limiter, he didn't exactly need a time limit to teleport, so he did the same again, of course always making sure not to be seen at all. After reaching the exit of the empty alley he had entered, he took some time to recover from the exhaustion of teleporting a couple of times while he remained static, he saw people walking through the blocks that led to a square. It was the perfect place where there must definitely be public restrooms. It was relatively close, but Kusuo had to watch his steps too much, any excess of force was too aggressive. At that moment he really rather to just lie on the ground and put aside all the efforts he was applying at that moment, but he could not do it since in the first place he was continuing to maintain the effort to endure.
He slowly walked towards the public, integrated into the people that were there and walked on the sidewalk with short and careful steps, trying to move as little as possible and stay away from the people who passed by him. He could not even touch anyone, or a shoulder rub, or any action that has to do with physical contact. This, although at first he thought it was ridiculous, was truly one of the most difficult challenges his brother had given him.
He reached the end of a block, turned to the other sidewalk on one side just to let people pass, and pressed his thighs together as he clenched both fists tightly. In one careless moment forgetting the aggressive state of his body and almost falling over against the wall behind him, fortunately reacting in time to fall on his own body without damaging anything around him, he began to shake aggressively as if his weight was extreme for his legs that could barely stay up, he was breathing so fast he felt like he was choking.
Despite everything, he decided to continue, staying completely static would never be good if it was all based on relieving himself and that's it. He crossed the street, adjusted his glasses with a face full of discomfort, squeezing and even biting his lips at times, while he lowered his head and looked up in appeal at the same time.
In the distance, he began to see restaurants, shops or casual stalls where he could finally find what he was looking for. He gasped twice in a row and leaned his hips back as he walked faster than before, still paying attention not to be so careless. He considered this really hell, there was suffering and he was dying of heat from the effort while sweating, it didn't make much difference.
....
He advanced a few more meters, finally about to reach the establishments, immediately and eagerly he quickly approached them, the closer he got he was noticing how dull, lonely and empty they were, the more hopeless his gaze became. Why was everything closed? According to the date it didn't make sense, nor according to the time, this could only be the work of someone who sensed and thought about future possibilities. He closed his teeth, eyes and fists in anger while breathing shaky and irregularly, then wiped himself the small tears on their lower eyelids and tear duct to get a person's attention without touching them.
Since by advancing a few steps and noticing the "closed" signs in the establishments, he confirmed his suspicions, something was wrong.
He caught someone's attention, then he pointed to the sign of an establishment, implying that he was curious about its condition, he pointed at it while his hand trembled a little and the other was squeezing the front part of his thigh strongly.
"Oh? You mean why is this closed? A Cambridge student sent the order to close all public establishments around the city, we didn't quite understand the reason, but after all he studies there, we obeyed him."
[Damn it..] The psychic turned around and went his original way, public establishments were just an extra idea, since after all, deep inside him, he knew something like this could happen. He had other plans. Square.
He crossed his legs as he consecutively relaxed, clenched, and re-relaxed them, rubbing them from side to side several times and then pressing the sleeve of his opposite arm in retaliation, in desperation and irritability, the same hand returned it to his pocket and continued walking while looking down taking care of his steps, and at the same time being aware of his forehead, and his surroundings, sweating with fear, exhaustion, effort, heat and pain.
As he got closer, his heart got closer to giving him a cardiac arrest, it was inevitable to have it accelerated and not be able to control it, depending on his position, the situations that caused him disturbance in different ways. He walked carefully, pausing, making the path ten times larger than it already was, for a long, really really long time, and when he first felt his bladder contract hard with the intention of relieve itself, he dove in and turned around back towards in a lonely alley. He aggressively bent down while placing both hands on his knees with force and crouching down trying to stop his body with the most effort possible. The tense moment passed and the psychic was grateful that it was only that and nothing more .
He opened his bright and crystallized eyes noticing his clouded vision, moreover, caused by his fogged glasses having his sighs of warm breath as the culprits of their state.
Still crouched and looking down, he removed them, cleaned them with his garment and decided to get back up, continue.
Countless chills ran through his body as he kept walking, decreasing the distance of him away from him and increasing the impatient desire of his bladder.
.....
He finally arrived. Barely able to hold himself, barely able to stand, out of that square, he dropped to his knees on a concrete floor hard enough not to hurt itself and breathed in quickly, roughly, as if he were taking a breath after an eternity, choking on his own breath, so agitated that his lips had simply dried from inhaling so much air through his mouth violently, immediately after trying to hydrate and ending up spilling the moisture from one corner of his lower lip to his chin. He squeezed his thighs together, still on his knees, still with both hands fully on the ground, sweat dripping into his hair, ending on the concrete. He began to see his around, he noticed the parking lot and the incredible amount of cars that were there, much higher than usual. It didn't make sense, weren't there shops closed all over the back? For what reason was the square now full of people? He decided not to care, it would be too much for his mind. He was starting to stop even analyzing the situation, he couldn't think, not with the clarity and calm in which he normally would, for his immediate desperation distracted him and forced him to pay more attention to it than before.
He got up, walked carefully as in the last moments and immediately noticed something different as soon as he stepped on the first white tile, there were strange signs far away that he couldn't read and he wouldn't take the time to read with his psychometry, he walked with its objective very fixed and then the overflowing amount of people became more and more perceptible, the psychic was noticing how as he got closer he could see numerous people, they abounded throughout the square, coming together in a strange way in a kind of center that it seemed to be a concert, or something similar.
With difficulty and great care so as not to collide with anyone, the psychic managed to reach the boom, seeing how there were people looking very attentively and very fixedly towards what seemed to be a stage, with someone above him who was getting more and more and more recognizable. And while it's no surprise at all who he was, to Kusuo it was. Kusuke, standing on the high stage, was aware of the psychic's presence and entrance to that place long before. But the pink-haired boy had his head full of unstoppable voices everywhere, he couldn't specifically focus on Kusuke's, having broken his telepathy blocker had been counterproductive, because the only thing he achieved was for the blonde to read the mind of the boy with green glasses what was an inexplicable handicap that gnawed at him internally with impotence.
He didn't know what his brother was insinuating, but he wasn't going to distract him from his fixed goal, before turning around to walk quickly towards his destination, he felt the first drip appear while he could only tense his legs and moan, stopping immediately but making him gasp a little silently moments later, and then feel moist heat on both his face and between his legs.
Kusuke seemed to be at the end of whatever he was doing, so he decided to close his lecture in the most dramatic way.
"Well, to end this speech I'd like to say a few more words..." he said, holding the microphone tightly and looking defiantly directly at the psychic.
"What's going on Kusuo? Can't you hold it anymore?~"
Leaving the destinary completely shocked, everyone spoke among themselves confused, absolutely no one in the audience understood these last words of Kusuke, but Kusuo was dying of shame, resentment and felt his cheeks turn red at the weakness for which they had just made him feel.
Walking faster than before, he headed straight for the surrounding baths, sweating, careful, exasperated with anger and feeling that at any moment he could pull his hair out of fury.
He walked, with both arms in the opponent's sleeve, his left sleeve ended up tearing from so much force applied, he was afraid that his shivering would cause riots so he took it out on himself and his own clothes .
Once he got close enough to the area where the dining rooms were located and meters behind the entrance to the toilets, he was also able to notice the number of security guards and yellow tapes that were in that precise place, but nevertheless he did not think at all that it had anything to do with it, his heart raced so much that it feel like it was going to get out of his body and he began to take quick steps, avoiding that they were too heavy, it was extremely important to take care not to hurt as much as to take care of his bladder, and the control he had about it.
Afterwards, he got close enough to the yellow tape, about to walk through it, when a security officer narrowly grabbed his arm, causing the psychic to turn back and barely dodge to avoid hurting him, causing a second drip and making him squeeze one eye with all his strength, causing the accumulated tears to fall.
"Young man, where are you going? Due to the important communication of the young Saiki (Kusuke), we have closed the dining area due to the huge number of people, you cannot cross here."
The psychic shuddered in disbelief, uselessly pointing to the restrooms with his trembling hand, looking directly and indirectly at the officer with his shattered and deprecating look, being completely useless since all he did was tell him to please leave.
The difference in the favoring was that someone would not be blamed for breaking some perhaps irrelevant rules, and that another would be on foot with his dignity and a challenge with terrible consequences won.
Kusuo didn't reply anymore, he knew that he had to lose anyway, even if he forced his way in, as soon as they try to hold him to take him out, they would be hurt because there was a psychic on the loose without his regulator of destructive powers with a full bladder and with a mad scientist as controller of this.
He turned around, advanced a few meters and then stood motionless in the center of the square, completely crossing his legs while putting both hands over his mouth in disbelief and complete surrender to his wave of pressure, somewhat blushing just the same, because the people who he was in that now was exaggerated and he couldn't help but calm the impulses of his body in urgency. He squeezed as hard as he could, covered half of his face aggressively, retaliating a bit, then changed direction, placing his left leg in front of his right, his legs crossed, and gave a long, ragged gasp.
He started to make moaning sounds as he rubbed his thighs so hard he could hear the fabric of his pants, his head was blank, but he knew he had to do something and he had to do it fast. Breathing shakily, he chose to go to the nearest invisible place to think for a bit and then teleport, again squeezing his wet eyes tightly and began to walk impossibly, as if his legs were tied, while continuous spasms ran through his body and he begged internally and externally in subtle ways.
He managed to turn to a place outside the square, he did not think twice, he swung his tense and tight legs and then teleported to a completely isolated area, blinded by the desperation of his tired body, he was willing to break a rule believing that Kusuke wouldn't notice.
Hastily, he approached one end, he had planned to release everything there, turning his whole body directly towards that place and about to lower his zipper, with his legs crossed, hyperventilating and sweating, he got scared enough as he felt the heaviness of his body decrease. A litte and turned back, he was surprised again and fell on a wall, he believed that everything was lost with it when he realized that it did not break, but recovering minimally from the shock which caused him to leak and a groan, then he opened his eyes and was stunned at the image of Kusuke in front of him, his blond hair blowing through the air as he gave a mischievous smile, and then the psychic realized something, he had his limiter again, for this reason he didn't broken the wall.
"Kusuo... When I realized that I could read your thoughts, I also I realized that I was being too extreme with you by removing your limiter and putting others at risk... I wanted to remedy it, but then, you were so ungrateful, and teleported away unexpectedly. I'm here to apologize for my action, but... Precisely, what were you doing?" He mentioned without stopping smiling.
[Dammit...... Why... Right now... How the hell did he get here?]
The case was like this, Kusuo was exasperated and teleported to a lonely place, it's true, but this location was not too far away, Kusuke didn't find it difficult to get there with a helicopter, he certainly did it without any problem.
"I asked you something... You weren't going to break a rule, were you? Wow, too bad you have the limiter again, I can't tell, the forced telepathy completely disappeared.. But.. What if.."
Kusuke tried to remove his brother's limiter again, but failed, as it teleported right behind him, causing another leak, although smaller than the previous one, and a sound of complete pain.
" Wow, you look really exhausted and impatient, completely incomparable to how you were when I was last able to engage in conversation with you... I wonder what you've done and what's happened all this time, but it doesn't seem like you've managed to relieve yourself, or do I mistaken?"
He moved closer to him again, his intentions actually being to press his bladder this time, but the psychic remained with the idea that he wanted to remove his power limiter, so he took a few too jerky steps back, placed a hand in his crotch and stretched the other opening his palm in the direction of Kusuke giving him to understand that please stop, while he looked towards the ground in complete vulnerability.
"huh? What happen? Do you want me to stop? But... How bad do you want it? Could you let me know?" This was one of the worst tortures that Kusuke had committed to Kusuo and really all in contrast and because of something so stupidly simple. A small problem that increased the size of him about a hundred times more.
There was no response from the psychic other than remaining static, trembling hard and breathing violently, while he deposited all his prayers in the hand that was still raised.
"So, you're not that bad, right? Can I still get closer to making you teleport or take steps that are difficult for you since at the end of the day, it doesn't affect you that much, right?" Kusuke was still smiling.
Kusuo sobbed as he felt his hair stick to his glasses from sweating so much, then he gave a high, wailing sigh.
" P-p... Please..." The pink-haired boy said between gasps and excessively hard breathing, if he had to beg, then he was going to do it, he felt that he was at his limit, and that Kusuke only liked to see him suffer and even lose more than power.
"Ooh, well, I'm going to stop. We'll see what you'll do." Kusuke climbed back on what had brought him there and gradually vanished in Kusuo's sight.
He stayed trembling, leaned against a kind of fence behind him and began to think, or at least try, what he could do and where he could release his body from the pressure that seemed increasingly aggressively impossible to hold back, at the same time carrying so much inside, for so long and having been under a condition of care in which he lost thousands of points of advantage. He leaned back, still with one hand between his legs, removed his hair from his glasses which obstructed his gaze, which was already blurry thanks to his teary eyes that seemed to never stop shedding small tears, he sighed twice and closed both eyes to think.
Public establishments were and would be closed all day today, as well as restaurants, public stores, amusement parks, hotels, even supermarkets, everything open was only that square where the shame of hearing how they lowered it had passed, and return there was not an option, tried before.
He raised his head causing sweat to splash when an idea appeared that seemed perfect, teleporting directly to Kusuke's house, it was an apartment, inevitably, it had to have a bathroom, right? He forced his grip on his crotch to prepare for teleportation after the last 3 minutes that seemed like hours, and teleported, right into Kusuke's room, next to his bed.
When he was going to walk to where the bathroom was, before opening the door, it opened before, causing the psychic to take a step back, and run into the person he had freed himself from not even ten minutes ago, to make a sound of completeness anger and suffering at the same time.
"Kusuo? What are you doing here? How... did you come up here? And why"?
They had met again, this time it was pure and mere chance, Kusuke had returned to his house and then he would go take a look at the psychic to see if he managed to overcome his battle or not, but now he was facing him and he was grateful to the circumstances for having put him in front of him when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, and thus, he could observe how he added his first victory to the list.
Kusuo flopped onto the bed, sitting on it with one hand on his crotch and his legs shaking wildly as he clenched both of his eyes causing tears to fall down his flushed cheeks.
"Hey, don't go peeing yourself in my room. I just cleaned it recently, you know?" Kusuke said sighing and scratching the back of his neck.
Kusuo blushed deeper and again got up from the bed, brushing his brother aside and heading straight for the toilet.
" Are you looking for a bathroom around here? There is nothing. I just sent the toilet to a moving truck because I'm moving, there's absolutely nothing left here, uh... I'm sorry. Hey! If you want you can play to find it" That was completly impossible.
The psychic, upon hearing this, was left completely stranded and static, incredulous and trembling, especially in his legs, which were the ones that carried the weight of his bursting bladder the most, he felt the accumulated tears that he had struggled to keep inside falling, while he felt as if the world was collapsing and he couldn't think of anything else to do. He felt like a leak strong enough to penetrate the fabric of his pants was present, ending with a slight drip on the floor and with the pink-haired boy's hand pressing his crotch hard that even the veins of his hand were visible.
"Heyy, I told you not to lose control here" Kusuke reproached while he sounded in the least serious tone possible. As if his brother was his entertainment device, in almost exactly the same way.
Kusuo had no choice but to drop to his knees and even lose strength in them so as not to end up falling but rather lying and almost completely defeated on the floor, while he squeezed his crotch, loosened his grip and increased it again with the need to that this one is even stronger, there was no other current, only the sensation of being about to lose control, which in reality, did not happen.
Rather, with great difficulty and with his legs crossed beyond power, he got up from the ground leaning against a wall, trembled as he swayed and before teleporting again and adding extra fatigue to his already tired body, he breathed rapidly continuously for an indeterminate time but for him it seemed eternal. Afterwards, he teleported to the outskirts once more without having a concrete idea, he hoped that life would be compassionate enough to give him an idea and he used this as a desperate measure.
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He walked and integrated into the people, definitely and evidently he was not thinking clearly, he walked in the opposite direction from the previous time, although now if he had his limiter with him, the difference between the extremely short steps was minimal, since now the pressure He was in his maximum state and in the same way it prevented him from walking normally. She walked with his thighs together, tight, he didn't take them off at all, he began to look around him, the only thing he wanted to find was a solution for something that hurt him to hold but he couldn't let go unduly either, so the only thing he could to do was to continue resisting with all his might while walking in search of a solution as a last option. It was illogical, not smart, he didn't make sense to do it, but he was at a point where he felt that he couldn't take it anymore and hope wasn't completely gone.
As more he walked and he didn't observe anything at all, his gaze became completely lacking in hope and completely abundant with tears that he couldn't stop from slipping down his face, which was already wet from all the sweat that had spread and was present there. He reddened and placed a hand on his crotch even as he walked, completely exposed and without the slightest amount of discretion, while he could perfectly perceive the people behind, to the side and in front of him, not knowing at all if they were paying attention to him but still embarrassed in the depths of his mind and heart.
At one point, after walking for quite some time, he froze, getting in the way a bit, and he didn't stop shaking.
He doubled over and couldn't do anything but stand up in the midst of a fairly large crowd, clenching his crotch completely in panic, hyperventilating, generating new sweat that cooled his burning face, which felt like it couldn't take another second without melting.
Another leak was present along with a loud gasp and a spasm generating a start in the psychic, a psychic who was now trembling about to wet his own clothes desperately and helplessly about it.
He held his crotch with both hands and begged between sobs, gasps, sighs and curses, he denied, denied with his words and sounds of pain, he denied from the depths of his being, not wanting and unable to avoid what was coming, he let go words that only he could hear, since they were more like whispers and prayers against his own body, perhaps, since he found out that there were no bathrooms in Kusuke's house, all was lost, but a false wish, a false hope made him come closer to that situation that was turning out to be much worse than he had imagined being with so many faces perched or perhaps not on him.
What had been born from a challenge for a desire for victory, the intention to make a lifetime winner lose a battle, the challenge that he had considered stupid and ridiculous at the beginning, was coming to an end, and to the defeat of the player who seemed to have had the greatest advantage, as if a pro player was up against a noob player and the pro had unintentionally lost, in a despicable way, turning a minimal situation into an injury that made him feel pathetic.
The abundant liquid began to spill from his hands, wetting them, the surroundings, his clothes, his legs from his thighs to the tips of his feet, and not before trying to stop it uselessly while moaning in defeat and in pain at the humiliation, ending with a shiny puddle on the floor.
Which continued to grow and make noise, as loud as his begging moans, his gasps of shame, his exasperated breathing, his sobs and everything he believed he could do to stop his body which had started and he did not intend to return finish, letting everything out without the consent of the psychic.
"N-n-n-no~ no, damn... Stop... Stop... No." of course his body was not going to obey his orders, it had already endured enough and now it had only one mission, to relieve itself, stop damaging itself by holding a lot of liquid ingested under insignificant orders.
When enough of the liquid had reached the ground, the pink-haired, green-glassed, psychic boy named Kusuo Saiki understood that his body would not obey and would not stop until it was finished. He understood that he had lost the battle, he had lost the challenge, entering a complete panic in the middle of his urination, to open his eyes and close them again in defeat as he turned his head downwards and changed the position of his wet hands, violently squeezing his chest crotch to, squeeze his shirt and then cover his face in utter shame, regret, self-disappointment, and all that included self-hatred.
His entire process, from beginning to end, began to cross his mind, looking for all the things he did wrong, completely blaming himself without assuming or accepting it, since accepting that he had lost the fight and pathetically wet himself in front of almost everyone, it hurt him, and a lot.
He wanted to go back to the past, he could do it, he was psychic, he could avoid this, but he was living this present right now and absolutely no change in space-time was capable of erasing what had happened and was still happening, it would always remain buried in Kusuo's mind. Of course, he did not dare to look at the faces of the others, but his thoughts of unpleasantness were inevitable to recognize and perceive more and more, while everyone surrounded him with the intention of avoiding him, creating a hollow space that only the psychic and their lost battle occupied. Thoughts swirled between pity, disgust, and someone clueless enough to walk by thinking of something else entirely only to run into Kusuo and the puddle around him, giving a startled gasp that the psychic heard clearly and brought tears to his eyes will increase. Also, others a little more cruel. [Ugh... Is that pee?] [Why is a boy pissing on himself in the middle of the sidewalk? Disgusting.] [Oh .. Poor boy, crying .. he couldn't hold it anymore.] Would someone dare to tell the anecdote coming home? "While I was walking on the street I saw a foreign boy with pink hair urinate on himself, with so many people around, it's memorable." As Saiki's body was relaxing and removing the pressure that made him be disconcerted by all the thoughts in his around.
The relief that his body felt and the hurt that his head felt when hearing the opinions of others about himself, did not contrast at all, completely nothing to do, it was simply impossible to say that he was fine for everything and everything but his\ body relaxed so much that he simply ended up falling to his knees completely weak, tired, the psychic's agitated breathing was still present but without the heaviness of his bladder and his body in general, there was simply humiliation and exhaustion on his face notably.
His clothes ended up darkening, however his tears did not stop falling, his blush did not stop growing and his trembling did not stop too, not until he had finished dying feeling pathetic and miserable, meanwhile, he would not get up from there.
And the time that he had been static, trembling and whining, had been enough for the blond Kusuke Saiki with an iq of 218 who had just made his brother feel humiliated, appeared witnessing the whole scene and getting closer and closer to it.
Until he reached to the victim, who was still lying on the ground not wanting to look at anything but the black void of his closed eyes. He placed a hand on his head, caressing his hair, while he bent down a little to tell him something.
"With this, the score would be: 4557 defeat, 1 victory for me." Not saying anything else and then getting up.
While the psychic's face burned with heat and showed a blush to the ears.
As the tears fell and didn't seem to stop.
While he clenched his fists with suffering, hurting them a little.
While evidently, he was having a worse time than ever.
And meanwhile, evidently his brother had lost his mind by only being able to enjoy the victory that took him almost 17 years to complete, reach.
Turning around and leaving the loser psychic with the problem and not helping or pricking his conscience at all.
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The psychic opened his eyes after a very long time.
That's right, he could still feel the moisture.
His wet clothes hitting him directly on his legs while he still didn't fully recover.
But....
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Most things stayed the same, except... his surroundings.
The environment he was in, the one he had humbled himself in… It was completely changed. Environment which he began to recognize little by little and...
"E-EHHHHHHH!?"
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The environment that he began to recognize little by little and it was nothing more or less than his bedroom, his room, that familiar place, that bright window, hinting at the beginning of a new day, all his furniture, it was not anywhere else. more than the one he knew perfectly.
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He opened his eyes completely, and realizing where his body was located, he opened them even more, in disbelief and total fear, it was his bed, where he slept every night, where he woke up every morning. He was in his bed. He was still wet. He had wet his bed.
Fully recovered from the confusion, he sat on it while at the same time turning back, where his pillow was, to later remove his blanket from over his legs and confirm his suspicions, there was a patch on the clothes he had come with to fall asleep and in the sheets, which he had probably tucked into the white mattress, he began to breathe hard, quickly, fast and all possible expressions while he couldn't believe it or assimilate it.
Yes, he remembered everything he had just dreamed, he remembered it perfectly, even his head had not hurt at all, it had been purely and merely a dream, for the first time in his life, a vision shows him an inevitable disastrous future, but only if his head starts throbbing with pain and he can't think of anything else, which right now, he wasn't like that at all. This makes us doubt, a dream? Perhaps a lack of control of his powers that made him travel to another universe as had happened before. We will never know.
With one hand, he touched his pants and with the other the bed, he placed both on his head and questioned himself in a thousand ways... How? Really, how had this been possible? He never happened to him and it would never happen to him, but it was happening to him, right now he was simply under one of the biggest confusions presented in his entire life, he... Had he really wet the bed? For what reason? He dreamed something... Unpleasant, traumatic, but it was all the product of his imagination (maybe), it didn't deserve something like that, it didn't deserve having peed himself asleep so pathetically, it couldn't be possible.
[I.. I really.. REALLY.. No.. I... I don't know what to think.] he thought while still staring at his mess, and then he went into such a state of anxiety that he didn't even seem to be waking up all over the energy that had hit him without warning. He began to show this with his breathing sometimes accompanied by his voice, he would never believe it, he rubbed his eyes, he thought he was seeing wrong, he verified that he was awake, that he was in his present, nothing worked, at least not to let him know that it was a mistake, he had really wet the bed completely, without an apparent reason or nobody causing it and almost forcing it as seen in his "dream".
He blushed, he blushed immediately at the vulnerability, at what had happened, and even though he was going to use restoration, he couldn't get away from the fact that it HAS happened, and still changed a thousand times it would continue to happen, the thing here is that now he really didn't want to deal with a butterfly effect without first having finished expressing disbelief in a thousand ways.
And finally, he used restoration, he restored his clothes, the mattress and the sheets, putting everything close so that it would be affected, since if he restored one object, the others that were around it would also return to their previous state. He did it. He restored everything he had wet, but no, he couldn't restore his mind. He couldn't get rid of those continuous words that kept repeating and repeating and resonating and resounding in his head, like a broken record. "You wet the bed, you wet the bed, you wet the bed, you're a psychic and you wet the bed, you're 16 years old and you just wet the bed" they didn't stop, the humiliation that ran through him either, absolutely nothing, nothing did.
Apparently, no one could find out about this, there was no evidence anymore, the only perceptible stranger was Kusuo in a state of confusion, shame and disbelief, in any case if someone decided to investigate and insist that it was happening, they would not succeed.
He had no idea what time it was, he only knew that today he didn't have school, it was clearly later than usual.
It was the strangest Reweekend that he presented in his life, the most shameful, dishonorable and that he always considered impossible.
He took a shower. He looked at himself in the mirror as he did so. He couldn't look into his own eyes. He felt really vulnerable and ashamed of himself, he could only watch the water falling on his flushed face and on his previously clean body...
The day? Nothing concrete or specific. Nothing special. More than that wet, different, humiliating and embarrassing start for Saiki Kusuo.