Thread: Life is a Game (TriniMad & Blue Hatter)

As Kenta made his way around the house, doing this and that, he heard no other noise than those that he was making, so he could only assume that he was the only one home at the time. It was some time before he finally decided to head up to his room to change into something more comfortable and cooler, and lounge about for a while, perhaps play a video game, read some comics, watch television or otherwise do something that distracted him from the essay he should be working on. Perhaps he could be a bit of a procrastinator at times, unlike his prodigy of a sister who seemed to overshadow him in nearly every aspect. He was well aware how skilled his sister was, how amazing she was, and how their parents seemed to favor her. Perhaps that was why they had opted to give her an English name rather than a Japanese one, maybe they had thought that a name that was more familiar to most of the world no doubt thanks to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland , one of their mother's favorite stories she would get farther in life. Maybe. Sure, Kenta knew that their parents loved him, too, but their love for him was different from the love they had for Alice. Or that's how it seemed to him, anyway. But maybe that was understandable in a way, she was the baby after all, the youngest child, and didn't most parents favor the youngest? But he never really let it bother him. It bothered him more when he was younger, when no matter what he did their mother and father paid Alice more attention, and it had made him jealous, and maybe that was where some of the teasing had come from, but as he got older those feelings slowly faded away from him. It no longer concerned him so much, and he was proud of his sister, he was proud of her skills, and he loved her very, very much. And that was why it concerned him so when she began to hide herself away in his room. He couldn't help but wonder if he had done something to scare her or offend her but he wasn't sure what that could be. Had he taking his teasing too far? Had he hurt her? It concerned him and he knew that he needed to try to break her from her current funk... But how? Well, back to the main topic, he made his way up the stairs and toward his room, and when he passed the door leading into his sister's bedroom he noticed that it was closed, a sign that she was probably home and inside. Locked away again, he thought to himself. Quietly and without a word he made his way to his bedroom and closed the door, and after slipping off his jacket and shirt, revealing his bare chest to the cool air, he all but tossed himself onto the bed. His body was sturdy, he was muscular but not extremely so, just enough to show some definition. He laid quietly on his bed for a few minutes and eyed the poster next to him on the wall. It was a poster depicting characters of an anime series he used to watch when he was kid, but the primary function of the poster was not for entertainment but instead to cover up a large hole in the thin wall that he had kicked in years ago during his sleep. For one reason or another no one had ever gotten around to patching up the hole and a poster had been put over it to temporarily cover it. So much for temporary. On the other side of that wall was his sister's room, and the hole looked directly into it. As children they sometimes used to the hole for goofing around... Sending notes, tossing food, tossing things between each other's room, but that had all stopped a little while ago and he had all but forgotten about the hole. Well, sort of. After mulling it over for a moment or two he reached up to pull the tape off from the bottom left corner of the poster, revealing the three inch wide hole. He paused for another moment before finally speaking up. ...Is the little mouse hungry? he asked, knowing that she would be able to hear him through the thin wall alone but different through the hole. He fished a small candy bar out from the bedside table-- yes, he had a small stash of junk food-- and slipped one end through the hole, wiggling it to try to get her attention. He sometimes called her a little mouse because of how quiet she had become.