Luigi Largo was curled up in his bed, contemplating life. He did this sometimes, especially on nights like these. Nights where he couldn’t get to sleep, no matter how hard he tried. Some people counted sheep, but Luigi contemplated life. It always put him to sleep almost instantly. He had just let sleep come over him, and was drifting into a blood-soaked dream, when a small voice pierced through his mind like his own knife.
“Brother!”
Luigi chose to ignore it, but it came again, louder.
“BROTHER!”
Luigi rolled over towards the noise and slowly opened his eyes.
Now, it was times like these that Luigi really hated his father. He hated him for a lot of things, but this proved to be the icing on the cake. When Rotti Largo had told Luigi that he was to be an older brother, the five year old was overjoyed. Now, at fourteen, he didn’t like the idea so much.
“I want you to be a good role model for little Paviche.”
That’s what his father had said when he explained to Luigi just why he had to share a room with the new addition to the family.
Yes, it was nights like these that he really, truly, hated them all.
“BROTHER!” Pavi’s annoying voice cut through Luigi’s thoughts, along with a tug at his sleeve.
“What the ******** is it Pavi?” Luigi asked, frowning at the nine year old.
“I-I-I….” Pavi faltered.
“Y-y-you WHAT?!” Luigi asked, mocking the smaller boy’s stutter.
Pavi tried again. “I-I gotta go…”
“Go where Pavi?”
“Go.” Pavi said again. “Go…bad!”
Luigi glared at Pavi. “Then GO you stupid ********! Why the Hell do you need me for that?”
Pavi looked at his hands, which were clasped in front of him.
“I-it’s scary! And its d-dark! And you shouldn’t swear like that! Papa says it’s bad.” Pavi answered, giving Luigi a look that would melt the coldest of hearts.
It must have had some effect on Luigi, however slight, because he gave a heavy sigh and got out of bed. He took hold of Pavi’s collar and more or less dragged him out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
Luigi opened the door and shoved Pavi inside, shutting it the minute he was in.
“Don’t-a leave!” Pavi called through the door.
That was another thing that Luigi particularly hated. Pavi’s ‘Italian’ accent. The boy had adopted the accent to hide his stutter, which still came out from time to time, depending on the boy’s mood.
Luigi sat down outside the door, resting his head against it. He could hear Pavi moving around in the bathroom.
“LUIGI!!!” Pavi screamed. “HELP!”
Luigi stood up and opened the door. “What is it NOW?”
Luigi stared at the scene before him. Pavi was hopping around the bathroom, trying with all his might to undo the zipper on his pajamas.
Luigi shook his head. “That’ll teach you to still be wearing footies at your age.”
Pavi glared at him, his lower lip jutting out. “They’re-a comfy!” He struggled with the zipper some more. “Help-a me! C’mon Luigi! I’m-a gonna explode!”
Luigi quickly helped his brother and left the bathroom, going back to bed. He didn’t care if Pavi was afraid. Hell, for all Luigi cared, Pavi could sleep in the bathroom. Luigi crawled back under the covers and closed his eyes.
A shrill scream shook the house, along with the soft thudding of feet on the hardwood. Luigi opened his eyes in time to see Pavi race into the room and dive onto his bed, breathing heavily.
Luigi laughed quietly to himself and rolled over, falling asleep soon after.
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