Today Strife would probably had an easy day. He could have just chilled outside with his horse and maybe go shoot some dummy's. But life had other plans. He woke up to a fist in the face. A metal one at that, which made it ten times more painful.
War had given Strife the biggest wake up call he ever had. He clutched his now bleeding nose and immediately rolled to the opposite side of his bed incase War tried to hit him again.
"What the hell War?!" Strife demanded. He looked up at his younger brother and saw the rage War was trying to desperately keep from exploding. Strife was a little confused because he hadn't done anything, no pranks, no jokes, no rumors, he didn't fiddle with any of War's stuff. So why was he so pissed?
"Strife... I am going to go outside and I expect an explanation... or I am seriously going to kill you this time..." War threatened in a low and deadly voice.
Strife nodded and watched War leave his room. Fury poked her head in past the doorway.
"Strife, what did you do?" Fury nodded with worry in her expression. Strife was at a loss for words. He had no idea what was going on.
He changed into his normal attire and went outside to confront War. War was standing outside and Strife thought it was strange that he was still wearing his pajamas. Death was out there too, keeping his distance.
War was going to say something when he saw Strife, but his older brother stopped him.
"Hold up. Before you bash me into the ground or whatever, I want to know what I did." Strife said. War glared at him.
"How do you not know?! You did it in the middle of the night, Death saw you!" War growled, gesturing to the reaper behind him.
Strife raised an eyebrow of suspicion at Death. War rolled his eyes at Strife's clueless act.
He walked back inside the house and returned a few moments later and dropped a bag on the ground beside Strife. Strife eyed it. He wouldn't be surprised if there was a bomb in it.
He glanced up and War was looking at him expectantly. He saw Death behind him. The eldest was covering his face with his hair.
Strife picked up the bag and opened it. It took him a few minutes to register what he was looking at. When he did, he busted out laughing. War growled and clenched his jaw.
"Oh by the nine hells! I didn't do that War, but I wish I did!" Strife hooted. He dropped the bag and fell over laughing his ass off. Inside the bag was War's armor, it was enchanted to now an adorable girly pink color. War snapped and ran forward, hitting strife when he got back up and knocked him back a few feet.
"This is part of your stupid prank war isn't it?!" War demanded.
"Must be, but I didn't do it! I told you that already!" Strife said, dodging War's punches. As they continued to fight, Fury picked up the bag with War's enchanted pink armor and walked to Death.
Fury held it out to him, like she was accusing him. Death gave her a questioning look.
"We both know Strife can't enchant. I know it was you who did this." Fury explained. Death smirked under his mask and nodded.
"Thought I should have some fun as well."