Eternal Damnation

Chapter 8: Trainer to Babysitter

"Oh no, you don't!"

I blocked Miku's super art with Ken and managed to counter it, "NOOOOOO!"

I won, and he just laid on the floor, groaning, "Every time I do that, you manage to knock me out before I even get to execute it!" I snickered, "You are predictable, little bro. You gotta learn from the pro."

"Why do we even play this game?"

"You're the one who asked me to play with you."

He floofed his hair aggressively, "Hrrrrr! Again!"

"Again?"

He smacked my arm, "Yes! Again!"

We played, and he was really determined to win, and he was acting like his movements or what he yelled got picked up by the controller and the controller would input it.

"Take this tornado kick!"

We've been at this for hours.

He hasn't given up.

So I decided to let him win.

"YES! FINALLY! I FINALLY BEAT YOU!"

He cheered and jumped on the couch, chanting, "I win" repeatedly. While I just shrugged, "You finally did it." I got up, and while he was busy celebrating his victory, with a grin, I grabbed a throw pillow.

"FIRE!"

I hit him square in the face, and he fell on the couch with an "oof"

I laughed and ran when he got up, grabbed the throw pillow, and chased after me.

"GET BACK HERE!"

We ran around the room, throwing the pillow back and forth at each other until the front door opened, which made me stop, and Miku crashed into me, toppling both of us on the floor.

"What are you two doing?!"

Mom rushed over to help us. "She started it!" I rolled my eyes, "We were running around, chasing each other to throw the pillow." Mom pulled us up, "I can't leave you two for an hour, can I?"

Miku grinned and hugged mom, "Nope!"

I saw a plastic bag on the table, "Ooh! What did you buy?"

I opened it and saw some vegetables, and I grimaced at how much there was.

"What are we having for dinner?"

"Green Bean Gomaae."

Oh... noooooooooooooo.

I don't wanna eat that!

Mom grabbed me before I could even attempt an escape!

"Mom! I don't want to eat vegetables!" She pulled me back, "You're going to eat it. Whether you like it or not."

"But it tastes so weird!"

Miku grinned, "You're weird!"

"We're twins, Miku. If I'm weird, then you're weird."

"How about this? I'll also cook some fish, that way you can have the taste counteract the taste of the vegetable. How does that sound?" I couldn't really disobey mom, but that would make her work more.

"I'll help."

Miku jumped on me again, "You mean we'll help!"

Mom smiled and ruffled our heads, "Alright. Let's get cooking then." I grabbed the paper bag and bolted to the kitchen while Miku pulled mom along. I took the contents of the bag out, and we started cooking.