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Ishimaru would definitely do enough of that for the both of them.

The real challenge was to see if Mondo could sit through more than ten minutes of this shit. And if he would permit Ishimaru to live after this.

He did. He sat through ten whole minutes of this shit.

His face was frozen in the same disinterested glare he wore from the beginning.

A dude laughed. He got hit. A dude laughed. He got hit. What the hell was so fucking funny about that? It almost made Ishimaru look like a loony sadist the way he busted his lungs at all the ass-whacking and really bland attempts at humor. Also, maybe it was just him, but... was this really the best time to be watching a bunch of "students" get punished inside of a school they weren't allowed to escape from?

"You think this is funny, huh?"

Look, man, nobody was getting executed. It was totally funny because it was so absurd and he could never go around delivering that kind of discipline, it was so out there.

Therefore it was a RIOT.

"Yes, of course!" Were those tears in his eyes from laughter? As if there could be any doubt. "Look-!"

And there went another smack on the ass. COMEDY GOLD.

Executions or not, he was just trying really hard to hate it. Even if he hadn't been trying, he'd still find it less than funny most of the time.

He watched as another pathetic wimp bent down and took a shinai to the ass, becoming the "butt" of all these jokes again. More interesting than anything happening on the screen was just how riled up Ishimaru got over every single thing. His eyes scrolled over to the hyena next to him. He'd be surprised to find him laughing so hard tears were peeping out, but tears weren't exactly anything new when it came to Ishimaru. He was practically made of the stuff.

"Who cares."

"Haha... what?"

He fought back his manic laughter and pulled his gaze away from the screen long enough to get a good look at Mondo's uninterested expression. It was dawning on him now that maybe, just maybe... he wasn't enjoying it as much as Ishimaru was.

"Do you not like it...?"

He couldn't see why not. (Just look how much bread was in that guy's desk, seriously!) Still, if he'd coerced his brother into doing something he didn't like that wasn't necessary like homework or tidying up the dorm, then he'd completely failed in finding something for the both of them to enjoy together.

"It's not funny and it's trying too hard to be," he replied unexcitedly. "Sorry to break it to you, but this is awful."

He kept his gaze fixed on the TV for a long moment, completely straight-faced while he decided to examine things from a more analytical perspective. Finally he spoke, completely solemn. "...I think I understand what the problem is, now."

He faced Mondo once more...

...and sighed pityingly.

"You simply lack a sense of humour!"

Oh, look. Now they can revert back to behaving the way they did before magical manly sauna friendship makeover transformation hell happened.

The gang leader pulled his eyes away from the screen and leaned to the side, closing in on Ishimaru. "Who lacks a sense of humor around here...?" The tone of his voice rose threateningly like a cobra poising to strike. "So, you fucker... You think beating people across the ass for laughing is funny, do you?"

Briefly, almost unnoticeably, his eyes flickered over to Ishimaru's bamboo sword for Kendo leaning against a corner of the room. Why... was Mondo smiling like that?

Somebody was completely oblivious as to Mondo's intent. Even though Ishimaru knew that he had a quick temper and was prone to violence, he thought little of his sudden aggressive posture and increase in volume. Clearly he was just embarrassed about being called out not being able to appreciate this fine work of art playing out before them.

"I think the comedy lies more in their efforts not to laugh, but the consequences... are..."

Wait a second. It was the smile of all things that struck Ishimaru as threatening. His gaze moved from Mondo's lips, to his eyes, and then he slowly turned his head toward where the sword was propped against the wall.

There came an ominous whapping noise from the speakers.

Perfect timing.

"You know what? Maybe this won't be so boring after all. I want to play a game." He rose from his position on the floor and made his ominously calm stroll over to the corner of the room where the shinai lay in wait. With ease he swiped it out of its resting place and beat it on the flat of his palm once he turned to face Ishimaru again.

"A batsu game. You're gonna have to follow my rules: No leaving the room. Don't fuckin' pussy out on me! This is no-laughing dorm hell. Any time you start laughing... I'm gonna hit ya!!" He made an even uglier smirk. "Turns out I got a sense of humor after all."

WAS THIS REAL LIFE.

Ishimaru stared up at him with wide eyes, too stunned to even kick up a fuss about how that was his shinai and it was definitely not supposed to be used like that. "You... You're not serious right now... I get it! You are joking, aren't you?! Ha ha...!"

石丸 OUT

Ishimaru found out the hard way that he was definitely not joking about this. He bolted over and gave him a little taste of how completely serious he was: he grabbed the back of his shirt and strongarmed Ishimaru into bending over with his face smushed unceremoniously to the ground.

A loud crack resounded off the walls of the room as he smacked him across the ass with the brunt of the shinai.

Still pinning him where he was, he leaned in close to his face. "You laughed," he taunted through his toothy devilish grin. Meanwhile, on screen, the principal began making all those terrible lip puns, as though daring Ishimaru to just try and resist laughing a second time.

The sound of the smack echoing through the room was overshadowed by the strangled cry that followed. This was actually happening. He was completely serious.

"You're out of your mind!!" Ishimaru's words were half-muffled with his cheek against the carpet, but that didn't stop him from launching into an impassioned rant while he squirmed beneath Mondo in a vain attempt to free himself. "Put that back where it was! That's not what it's meant to be used for! I'm not going to take any part in this!"

The screen caught his attention again for the briefest of moments and his mouth twitched a little, but he stubbornly pursed his lips and looked away. Now he fully understood the plight of the contestants: trying not to laugh just made it that much more difficult. It was a true test of his own willpower this time...

Edited 2013-04-04 04:07 (UTC)

Mondo released his captive without too much of a struggle, since he felt confident he could wrangle him back down again without a problem. "I wasn't even using my full force! Don't tell me you couldn't handle a light blow like that!" He noticed his strangled fight against slipping up, noticed what was going on in Kuchibiru High.

"You should really learn to keep a stiff upper lip."

No no no don't do this-

There came the really awful rasping sound of desperately trying to hold back a laugh before Ishimaru failed. Miserably. By the time he managed to silence himself it was far too late.

At least Mondo had let go of him. He tried to scramble to his feet and make a break for the door.

For the first time since they sat down to watch this video, Mondo actually laughed as Ishimaru lost against his willpower and cracked up. But his laughter got cut short.

His sharp eyes narrowed as the hysterical hall monitor began scurrying away. Oh, headed for the door, was he? No, he wasn't gonna let him do that- he'd rather save his bro some man points by obstructing him from taking the chicken's way out of this than let him be a disappointing sissy. Besides, he needed some punishment because that was the rule of the game he just made. ALONG with the 'no leaving the room' part! So he flung his entire body at him and tackled him to the floor.

"What did I fucking say about leaving! I never thought any brother of mine was a cowardly piece of shit who'd run away!" he barked, pinning him beneath him. Using the palm he jabbed into his back, he pivoted off Ishimaru and gave him another sound whack across his ~~super high school level~~ butt.

"And that's for laughing."

His outstretched fingertips just barely grazed the doorknob as he fell to the ground with an 'oof.' Shoot... so close! Was it really so cowardly to try to escape some sick game he never agreed to? The humiliation of being unable to control his own laughter was bad enough on its own, but to have his manhood insulted on top of that was too much.

Ishimaru was butthurt in every way imaginable.

"Brother..." His voice was low and eerily calm, clashing with how worked up he was. "Just then... you laughed too, didn't you?"

He snorted in response as he rose back to full height, propping the shinai against his shoulder. "Nice try... but the rules say nothing about me laughing!"

There was no denying a dramatic change in Ishimaru's aura. You didn't have to be psychically inclined to detect a serious mood shift especially when it's embedded in a tone of voice, and it made Mondo suspicious. That was some intense spirit burning up in there.

"That doesn't mean I won't invite you to try and hit me back. If you can, that is..."

Part of Ishimaru's responsibilities in keeping order in the school was to also keep his own temper in check. While he was certainly openly passionate about many things, he absolutely refused to solve anything with his fists or to let it show when people were pushing his buttons, instead looking for the most peaceful but effective way to resolve an issue. It was that professionalism that got him recognized by Hope's Peak Academy as best in the nation at what he did, after all.

Here in the privacy of the dorms? It was a completely different story.

He slowly rose to his feet, completely livid. "You... do you think yourself to be above a rule simply because you put it into place?" Ooh, that might have been a bit of a sore spot. His voice rose with every word, its usual stern forcefulness laced with obvious anger. "I won't allow that kind of arrogance and corruption from you, brother!! I'll do whatever it takes to make sure the rules are upheld fairly... If you are a man, you'll accept this punishment with dignity!"

His hand shot out to grasp Mondo's wrist.

"Bend over."

"Just try and make me," he goaded with a challenging grin. "I won't run away."

Mondo may have had size and brute strength on his side, but Ishimaru was smaller, quicker, more disciplined. There were plenty of situations where he had a good chance of gaining the upper hand, and this...

...this was not even close to being one of them.

The wiser thing to do would be to concede, because this battle was not even worth it. But his pride wouldn't let him back down, especially not if Mondo had already successfully pushed a few buttons.

HE SLAMMED. RIGHT INTO HIM.

It's such a shame he wasn't slamming right into someone who didn't have as much size and brute strength as Mondo did. He probably could have knocked him over. But Mondo was anticipating action out of Kiyotaka, and so he was able to react. Instead of taking him head-on, he reclaimed his wrist while stepped back into a sidestep so that, instead of pushing all of his body force into him, he'd send it through thin air and come crashing down to the floor instead.

Naturally, this opened up another perfect opportunity. For his insolence, he got another spanking.

"What was that? Telling me to bend over, then you go ahead and do it instead?"

"You--! I didn't even laugh that time!!"

Now he really was breaking his own rules! Kiyotaka realized that he really didn't have any hope of outrunning or overpowering Mondo, did he? What now? ~~It would be another month before he reawakened the aikido skills he picked up in Hope's Peak specifically because he was fed up with Mondo's bullshit SO...~~

The worst part was the obvious thrill Mondo was getting out of this. Was it out of beating him up, or out of the reaction he was getting? Was that... it? What if he just lay there and completely ignored him? Punks like him only acted out for attention, after all!

Alright. It was time to switch tactics. Kiyotaka turned his face away, glaring at the wall, and ceased struggling.

"You wanted me to just take what you were throwing at me without any retaliation?" replied Mondo as he rose back up, slinging the shinai behind his back. "Forget it. You reap what you sow."

He was having fun toying with him the first time, and the second time was a riot, too. There was something so satisfying about ~~ramming into his ass with a long, hard shaft~~ letting him have it for insulting his sense of humor. But after the fireworks died down and all that was left was Kiyotaka begrudgingly ignoring him, the excitement started to wear off.

"So that's it? You're not gonna try and get me back for that?"

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fucking pocky I NEED SOME NEW ICONS

Pocky's all you really need

time to edit pocky into all of them

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