ă â ă Smiling as he felt Kouichiâs chilly hands wiping the grime from his stomach, Takuya giggled, laying back and squirming around on the bed once he was as clean as he could be without bathing - he stunk now of gore.
ă â ă âooooooohhâŠâ His eyes were huge as he rolled over to look at the other. âHowâd you kill them?â Waving his legs up and down he about bounced on the be as he told his story.
ă â ă âMy brother always got more attention because he was younger than me - and I hated it. One day I took him to the bathroom, and swirled his head in the toilet. Then I bashed his face against the bathtub - I got blood from his face all over it was fun. Finally I took him outside dragging him by his legs, and I set him on fire. He was still partly alive and he screamed so loudlyâŠâ
ă â ă Recalling the events, Takuya shivered and laughed. âAfter our parents came out and well, they couldnât stay aliveâŠso I killed them too.â He said all of it with a twisted smile on his face.
ă â ă Reaching, he picked up his baseball bat, all the blood having dried on the surface of the aluminum. Picking at the flecks he grew bored. âWhat do you wanna do?â
As Takuya writhed around like a child, Kouichi grimaced at the thought of âtaking careâ of them. And not in the sense of killing them. Well, yet, anyway.
âHm.â The warrior waited for the otherâs story to end before telling his own - but of course, embodying the element of darkness, his tale was much shorter.
âI cut him down with my swords.â Instead of elaborating, the demon looked upon his hands as if he could still see and feel the rush of red blood from his brother. âAnd I did the same with the woman. In her sleep; across the throat.â
He wouldnât want to admit it was a mercy killing - for her own sake, instead of having to live without her sons. But Kouichi didnât intend to tell Takuya this, especially with the way the otherâs smile sickened even him.
âPlay baseball?â he offered sarcastically, before finally standing from his position and searching around the bedroom. He wasnât used to âdoingâ many things these days, especially of his own volition...
âTell me what you would like me to do,â Duskmon muttered, closing his eyes.
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