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You're lucky you're my brother!; Brotherly love to the fullest, eh?
Topic Started: Aug 17 2009, 09:34 PM (361 Views)
MK Kilmarnock
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((This is just a little oneshot I thought to do with Ivan and how he interacts with his little brother, Luis. Enjoy reading!))

Another morning, another day, another trip home on the bus. Ivan used his time riding the less-than-graceful yellow vehicle to mentally go over the year so far in his head. With a grimace, he had realized early on in the ride that reflecting on things or thinking about anything was difficult in such a noisy environment full of chatty high-school kids informing each other about whatever information they found fit to gab about. For this very reason, the quiet boy had even picked a seat near the back of the bus; he sat in the seat on the right side, third row from the back. Kids hardly crowded in that general area on his bus and yet, here he was, struggling to hear himself think.

At the very least, this was his senior year. It was a thought that brought much comfort to Ivan. This would be the last year that he would be forced to crowd himself day in and day out in a building full of other people. Dwelling on this, he had to admit the thoughts he was having were slightly misanthropic in tone but… seriously, couldn’t the people in that school make a little elbow room and keep things down to a dull roar? Since it was still the middle of autumn, Ivan had to come to terms with the fact that things weren’t exactly as close to being over as he initially told himself they were.

We have to be near home by now, the blond thought to himself. Despite his constant staring out the window, he hadn’t exactly been paying attention to the usual local landmarks as the bus passed them. Regardless, there were several clues to confirm his suspicions. The first of such clues was the fact he could hear himself think in the first place; Ivan’s house was one of the last stops on the bus route, and the crowd of kids was usually thinned to just a few peppered about in random seats. Whether they were all at that point or simply near it, he couldn’t tell just yet. It would take another five to seven minutes before Ivan saw the uplifting sight of his driveway come into view from around a tree-covered corner. Once he caught a glimpse of it, he hoisted his backpack from its reserved place on the seat next to him, used the seat in front of him as a brace as he stood up to shuffle out into the aisle, and draped the bag over one shoulder. As soon as the school bus was stopped and the doors were open, Ivan was practically at them.

Both of his feet hit the pavement at about the same time before kicking right into a brisk jog. Without so much as ever looking back, Ivan headed for the door. This was it… the school day was over. Now he could relax for a half hour or so alone before his brother showed up. Luis Kuznetsov, the younger of the two brothers, was generally the last to arrive home. He and a few underclassmen were getting some sort of band together (Ivan was unsure of the name, genre, or even the other members at this point since Luis gave him a different report of each every other day or so) and the so-called ‘meetings’ lasted thirty minutes on average, after which Luis caught the late bus home. It was for the best, since Ivan generally appreciated a little period of solitude (aside from Aunt Vera, but it didn’t bother him in the least) so he could be in the best of moods when his baby brother came home. I guess one of us had to take after Dad…

Stepping through the front door and closing it behind him, Ivan dropped off his backpack just inside the door and walked through the kitchen. Something seemed a little off, though, as he neared the living room. The TV’s on… Aunt Vera’s usually upstairs on the computer right now, but there might be something really important on? Ivan got his answer, though, when he rounded the corner to the living room to see a VH1 countdown on the television, and a skinny, black-haired boy sprawled out on the couch with his eyes glued right to it.

”Luis!?” Ivan asked wide-eyed, his steps slowing down to a confused stumble for a second or two. The initial shock wore off soon enough, which prompted the older brother to point at the couch where he intended to sit. “What are you doing here? And move your legs, bean.”

“Huh, nice to see you too!” Luis said, though the majority of his concentration was still focused on the television. “Our singer decided to jump ship, so we gotta look for another one before the meetings can continue. So-“ He was stopped halfway through his explanation by Ivan holding a finger up, taking a sudden interest in the musical ‘best songs’ countdown when an Alice in Chains song came up. Whatever diverted his quickly gave it back, prompting the older (and shorter) Kuznetsov to face Luis again. “… So ANYWAY…” Luis continued, putting some agitation into the beginning of his resumption, “I hitched a ride from Forrest, and here I am! Happy to see me?”

”Huh… yeah, I guess.” Ivan stretched his arms up, groaning. “Today sucked for the most part, so anything’s good compared to that.” He gave a half-grin, imagining the glare Luis must’ve been throwing his way without even looking. “So, where’s Aunt Vera, she here?” It was a nice, quick way to change the subject so he didn’t have to listen to any of Luis’s retorts.

“Oooh, I see… hi bro, bye bro, where’s Aunt Vera?” Luis kicked one of his feet back onto the couch, bringing it over Ivan’s thighs only to be pushed right back off. “Right as I got here, she was heading out to bring some water and stuff to Mom. Apparently it was balls-to-the-walls hot and muggy at the camp today.” Luis shrugged. “She’ll be back soon, I guess.” Figuring that it was a solid enough answer, Ivan pushed off of the couch and headed for the fridge.

”Speaking of water, I should get something to drink. You say it was muggy, but all the air conditioning in school dried me right the hell out.” The athletic boy high-kneed his steps to the fridge while Luis sprawled right back out to take up the entire couch. “Yeah, you do that, stumpy.”

It would have been very, very easy for somebody to imagine a record screeching to a halt as Ivan stopped on a dime to Luis’s words. ‘Stumpy’ was something Luis threw around every once in a while when he wanted to rile his brother up. The method hardly ever failed when it came to delivering the intended effect. “…. What was that…” Ivan quietly asked, turning around. “Something about… being stumpy?” Luis, still somewhat wrapped up in his show, was a little caught off guard. The younger brother jolted upright and tried to get up off the couch, but Ivan had already set his glasses down on the entertainment center and by that point, as they both knew, it was much too late.

“Wait, w-“ Luis tried to plead, simultaneously doing his best to book it upstairs to the relative safety of his room, but Ivan had already clamped a hand over each of the boy’s shoulders and yanked him back into the center of the room. One crude leg-sweep sent the boy to the floor, where Ivan quickly sat over him, grinning. “I might be stumpy, but your big brother can still kick your ass, bean!”

”G-Get off!” Luis raised each shoulder alternatively in an attempt to shake Ivan off, but he just put all of his weight on his knees to hold the boy down. “C-Come on, Ivan! Let me up, I’m sorry, I give! I give!!!” Ivan bent his head down forward, cupping his right ear while his smile just grew. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you… something about you giving? Who’s the best?”

Instead of hearing what he thought he was going to hear, Ivan was thrown to the side and into the floor with a grunt as Luis, ever the opportunist, used Ivan’s posture to throw him off. “Oh yeah, I was about to say I was!” Luis’s victory was short lived because, before he could rise to his feet, the older boy had already popped up and clamped the inside of his arm around Luis’s head. After struggling in the horror that was a teenager’s body odor, Luis gasped in dread; he was about to receive the worst fate any little brother could receive. “Not the noogie… NOT THE NOOGIE!”

”The noogie, bean! The almighty Siberian Noogie, from Russia with love!” Ivan cackled. His knuckles immediately began to grind into his little brother’s head, eliciting a high-pitched squeal. “You give now, Luis? Submit to the almighty fury!?”

”Y-Yes!!!” As soon as Ivan heard Luis’s exclamation, he let go of his brother and let him stand up all the way. Panting, the two brothers stared at each other for three… four… eight seconds, each wondering what the other would do next with tension building. As the suspense thickened, each of them froze- then erupted into a bout of heavy laughter. “I’ll get you, damn it!” Luis promised, going to the entertainment center and handing Ivan his glasses.

”Yeah, keep talking!” Ivan sighed happily, placing the green-tinted specs on his face. “You’re just lucky you’re my brother or I would’ve pulled a tennis racket from out of nowhere and used your guts to string it!” He resumed his trip to the fridge, looking over his shoulder. “I’m going to grab that drink, but then we should go check on the rabbits so Aunt Vera and mom don’t yell at us. Game?”

”Game!” Luis responded, mussing his hair back into place with his fingers. “Fuckin’ guy…” He muttered once Ivan was out of earshot. He loved his shrimpy ‘big’ brother.
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