Today.
Tomorrow.
Geez.
Well, have a skit.
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[In small office room]
Ryen: *sits in chair by desk, holds phone to ear and nods head slowly*
[Door opens and a silly angry Fierdan walks into room]
Ryen: *whispers* We'll talk again later. Bye. *hangs up phone and puts it on the desk*
Fierdan: *holds a letter in his hands* What the frick are you doing?
Ryen: Frick?
Fierdan: F*ck you!
Ryen: You'll never change, will you?
Fierdan: What do you mean by that? I changed a lot!
Ryen: Well.. yeah okay sure.
Fierdan: Ugh, give me that! *grabs phone off desk* Who are you talking to?
Ryen: It doesn't involve you.
Fierdan: Haha, that again? I'm not falling for it.
Ryen: *sighs and stares directly at Fierdan* It's about the first POV of Chapter 76.
Fierdan: Chapter 76? Your POV isn't going to be the first one. My POV is going first.
Ryen: No, mine is.
Fierdan: I was told that mine would be first. Stop screwing around with me, damn it! *slams hand on edge of desk*
Ryen: Mine is way shorter than yours, so relax.
Fierdan: Sure it is. *rolls eyes*
Ryen: Yeah, it is. Have you looked over your POV? It's so long.
Fierdan: Yeah true. Mine has many flashbacks and all that.. uh.. what the kids nowadays call trauma.
Ryen: But you're a kid.
Fierdan: I'm 19, you idiot!
Ryen: Huh, thought you were a kid. What happened to you?
Fierdan: *mutters* I hate you so much.
Ryen: I can still hear you.
Fierdan: *hand twitches* My POV is going to be splendid.
Ryen: Sure it is.
Fierdan: Yeah, it is! Readers might actually have a justified reason to love me more!
Ryen: I thought everyone loves you.
Fierdan: Oh wow, you're so funny.
Ryen: What? Did I mistake you for Duke?
Fierdan: No, it's because I'm a freaking killer with a messed up brain!
Ryen: Hey, your brain is still messed up.
Fierdan: *glares at Ryen*
Ryen: Hey, my brain is also messed up. Just not as much as yours. Probably.
Fierdan: But I guess that when the readers know how much of a sh*t person our father was, they won't see me as such a terrible person for killing him. Like I get that killing is bad, but come on, it was him.
Ryen: Killing isn't supposed to be a solution.
Fierdan: Yeah, tell that to you who created Soulless.
Ryen: Ugh fine. *focuses on letter in Fierdan's other hand* What's that?
Fierdan: *tightens grip on letter* All these lies, brother, all these lies. When will it end?
Ryen: Huh?
Fierdan: For so long, I put our initials together as D and R. And what does that spell? DR. Which is also the abbreviation of doctor. I thought that was the first initial for each of our official birth names. But I guess I'm wrong.
Ryen: Where is this going?
Fierdan: *eyes shine* Instead of yours being an R, yours is an A. That means our combined initials don't spell DR. They spell AD. Now instead of being cool doctors, we're just annoying advertisements.
Ryen: Why do you care so much about initials?
Fierdan: Haha, why do I care? Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because I already have little trust for you as it is for you creating my abuser, and now what I thought was your full name is a lie.
Ryen: *snatches letter from Fierdan and opens it* It's just one extra letter! Stop making such a fuss over literally anything!
Fierdan: I told her that whatever I would say to her would be the truth. I told her that your name is Ryen. I freaking believed it was that for all my life!
Ryen: Geez, that's because I only call myself Ryen. I never call myself that other name.
Fierdan: *grumbles and clenches fists*
Ryen: You hate how Z would pronounce Daniel when speaking to or about you, right? Well, I hate what Z named me and how he would say it. So just like how you mainly refer to yourself as Danny, or Fierdan too I guess, I only go by Ryen and not that other word. Aryen.. sounds so disgusting. I'm not born superior. I wasn't born so that my name would always be linked to our father's plans.
Fierdan: How come I don't remember you ever being called that? Aryen?
Ryen: Father would always call me that. You either forgot, or it was because we haven't been together for that long when he would say my name out loud.
Fierdan: I never knew.. I'm..
Ryen: Sorry? Don't be.
Fierdan: I never knew you hated your name as much as I did.
Ryen: *tightens grip on paper* I hated Z so much more than you think. He cursed me ever since I was born. I'll never accept his name for me. I'll be just like mother. The A will never connect to my name and who I am as a person. I won't give father the satisfaction of me using his name for me.
Fierdan: Mother? What was she like?
Ryen: Mom.. she.. she.. *suddenly hugs Fierdan* She would always call me Ryen. The only person to ever call me Aryen was our father.
Fierdan: *whispers* Mother left me when I was born. Why did she leave then? Was I too much like Z even at birth? Why did she leave us, Ryen?
Ryen: I'm sorry you can't have any memories of her being alive and loving to you. I'm so sorry.
Fierdan: What are you sorry for? It's not your fault. If anything, it's mine since I made your life hell. Z started to treat you badly ever since mom left. It's my fault that mom couldn't comfort and protect you from Z anymore.
Ryen: It's not your fault either. *brings Fierdan's head into his chest* It's not your fault. And that's not a lie.
Fierdan: I just wanted to know her. I want to know that she didn't actually hate me for whatever reason. I just.. I just wonder sometimes, you know? How things would be different if she hadn't left us and if she's still alive.
Ryen: *pats Fierdan's head gently and places a strand of his hair behind his ear* It's okay, little bro. Life is a mess, and we've both experienced hell. But it'll be okay. I promise.
Fierdan: Little bro.. *steps back and away from Ryen*
Ryen: You'll always be my little brother no matter what happened or will happen.
Fierdan: Yeah ugh, I know. *starts to walk out of room*
Ryen: Thanks for the chat. I appreciated talking to you.
Fierdan: Yeah, same. Thanks, big bro. Good luck with your phone call. Bye. *leaves room with a small smile and slightly wet eyes and cheeks*
Ryen: Perhaps he doesn't hate me as much as he would like to admit. Aww, good for him. *looks down at wrinkled and slightly damp front of shirt* And he is way too emotional. Geez.
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Oh geez wow my heart ;; <3
Brothers skit.
Hhhhfghgh.
I love my boys. ;w;
~ Cutepups
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