Good lord it's been a fwhile. Happy 2019, guys!

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Star 11.)🌟 Yamato had an emo faze

~Before Heavens/Saotome~

Ryuya rapped his knuckles on his little brother's bedroom door.
"Oi, Yamato, dinner's getting cold. Come on down." He called.

No response.

The athlete cocked an eyebrow and knocked again, a little harder this time.

"Yamato!"

No response.

Ryuya's frown deepened and he leaned forward to press his ear against the door. From the other side he could hear the faint thrum of heavy metal.
He huffed, "Kids these days..."

Shaking his head, Ryuya violently jostled the door knob, abusing the lock until it gave way and the door swung open with a loud, ominous squeeaaaaakkk.

"Yamato!" He boomed, "Didn't you hear...me...calling....uh..."

Deep violet light spilled from Yamato's
room, his otherwise pitch black room. Aside from the eerie purple lantern lights, the only other light came from the computer screen held close by the kid brother himself.

Yamato sat in the dead center of his bedroom, back to the door and bobbing his head to insanely loud chaotic sounding screams that might've been music. It blared through clunky headphones. Upon seeing the block of outside light invade his room, Yamato slammed his computer lid shut and twisted around with an aggressive hiss.

Ryuya jumped back, "What the hell..."

Black eyeliner smudged around Yamato's wide coppery eyes giving him the aesthetic of a feral raccoon. His hair stuck up wildly with freshly dyed cerulean blue tips. Painted black nails clawed the clunky headphones off his pierced ears.

Ryuya glanced around, side to side, and briefly behind him finding difficulty in meeting his brother's glare.

Yamato growled. "Why have you disturbed me, the mortal?"

"Uh..." Ryuya jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "F-food, Yamato..."

"The one called Yamato," Yamato said with a sneer, "is no more." He raised his arms high above his head and bellowed, "I am XxDARKCHEMICALDISCOxX!!! I will rend your soul from your flesh in the name of the almighty god of war!"

Apparently over the initial shock, Ryuya dragged a hand over his face, "Well, disco dick, why don't you rend the soul from your dinner first."

"Fuck you!"

"Right." Ryuya sighed, "Is this because your girlfriend confessed to me?"

Yamato froze and the brothers locked eyes.

Eughhh he didn't know yet.... Ryuya cringed.

"GET THE FUCK OUT" Yamato launched his computer with a furious battle cry and shot to his feet to follow suit.

Ryuya being the phenomenal athlete he is reflexively dodged the flying computer. It clattered to the floor behind him and began blasting out In This Moment. Ryuya slammed the bedroom door shut and gripped the knob to prevent it from turning while Yamato clawed and raged wildly on the other side.

"Any luck?" Their mother called from downstairs.

"This is one hell of a phase." Ryuya replied over his shoulder.

"ITS NOT A PHASE!!!"