CoryxKenshin: Samurai Dreaming *finished*

7•Punishment•

***************A/N: Watch the video and then read the story.*****************

Well, there goes my confidence. I can't believe Cory beat me though! I thought he was gonna get scraped but dang. I haven't even been practicing, but has a whole playlist of him playing MKX. Plus he used Bo' Rai Cho. With all that weight he's packing, he's bound to kill someone with just a simple hug! I can kinda see why I didn't win though, and it's partially not even my fault. Jason gets so tired so easily! That's some bullcrap. We even had a rematch and he won! Cory's very quick with his buttons so, that's another reason I lost. He stood up and started to dab with one foot up and one arm up as well. He dabbed, so I dabbed too. I'm kinda mad but happy that I got to play with him. I don't show any signs of anger because then he'll show pity and I'll feel helpless. Dang it, I should've recorded the gameplay. Now I have to keep vlogging! At least I get to vlog with Cory!

"And you said you were gonna scrape me. Shame, shame, shame. So what do you think your punishment should be? Pause." He said to me. I kinda didn't wish he said pause, but Hema's still asleep and I don't wanna wake her up for nothing. This man drives me crazy when he speaks. I wonder of he feels the same. But he probably has a girlfriend. Dang it. I wanna be clever and say something dirty but he'll most likely take it the wrong way and tell his girlfriend. I feel so Yandere-ish for him. I feel like stabbing his girlfriend and locking Cory in my basement for me to keep for myself. I really gotta calm the freak down. I'm a bit too love crazy right now. But I really think he has a girlfriend. That I want to kill. And burn. And cut open. And use her guts as streamers. And use her corpse as an outside house decoration. For Halloween. Lord forgive me, though. Hehe.

"I'll pour butter in my socks and you can punch me like 2 times on both of my shoulders." What the freak did I just say to him. Dang it, now I seem weird. But who isn't? But I can't be myself in front of him! Wait I have been, though. Crap. I screwed up. I screwed up. I screwed up. I screwed up bad. I screwed up so badly. This is gonna end up bad for me. Oh nah. Nah, fam.

He starts laughing. He's laughing hard. Too hard. He might wake up Hema.

'Control your laughter, Cory! Shut up, you can't even control your own laughter, you maniac! True, true, true.' I thought to myself. I feel like my mental conversations are becoming part of my daily routine. Oh well. I look back at Cory, and he's still laughing, but this time, he had tears rolling down his face. He reminds me of me when I laugh. But what I said wasn't that funny so I smile with both of my eyebrows scrunched and raised out of concern. He stops laughing and begins to chuckle, meaning he's about to stop laughing. A few moments later, he stops laughing and wiped away his tears with his wrist. Look at the flick of the wrist! Hehe, I had to. I'm surprised that Hema didn't wake up after all the noise. She must be a heavy sleeper. I don't sleep with her in the same room at home, so I wouldn't know.

"Where you gonna get the butter from? And I call hardies on the punches!" Cory keeps yelling and I'm still surprised Hema hasn't woken up yet.

I don't answer him and I duck walk towards my suitcase by the bathroom. The most beautiful bathroom I've ever seen. I open my suitcase and conveniently, I have a stick of butter under my headphones. You know, the ones I took from the airplane. I grab the butter stick and slid it in my mouth. This feels so wrong. But me being me, I imagined Cory doing this with...something else that's not a butter stick. I shake it off and grab my vlog camera, and put it in my hand and zip up my suitcase with the other. I duck walk back over to Cory and he has a concerned face as if I don't do this on YouTube. I didn't look directly in his eyes because I had to turn on my camera. I'm not going out of my comfort zone for nothing. I click my camera on and start recording. I feel Cory's breath on the top of my head. I'm feeling the scorpions again.

"Ayo, what's gooood? I'm with the homie, CoryxKenshin and...we just finished playing MKX. Alright? Uh. And I lost. Depressingly. I barely got hits in on him but then we had a rematch! And I lost again. Um. Yeah, so my punishment was to put butter in my socks and Cory punches me on both of my shoulders. Hard." I say with happiness and disappoint in my voice. Well, here we go. I give Cory the camera so that he could record it. Instead he put it at the top of the tv for a better angle.

"Alright, let's get it!" Cory says. He likes this phrase a lot. I can tell from his videos.

Anyway, I take off my sneakers and my socks. They're purple. You can probably tell I like purple. Did I tell you I like purple? My toe nails are black and Purple.Anyway, that's not important. I peel off the wrapper around the butter and break it in half. I put one half in one sock and the other in my other sock.

"I'd rather you punch me now instead of after the butter sock." I say to him. I don't know how strong he is but he doesn't seem like Brock Lesnar type strong. I'm still scared though. I'm not sweating. Why can't I sweat?! I dont sweat when I'm scared though. Will I ever sweat? Oh well. A huge wave of pain rushed inside my arm. I don't cry. I don't even touch it. He punches me again, but this time a lot more harder and it's a lot more painful. I still don't cry and I still won't touch it. Relief washed over me since I thought it was over. But then I remembered. My dumb self told him twice on both shoulders. He did call hardies though, so it's not entirely my fault. He turns me so that he's facing the other side of my body. He punches me again. But this time, he surprisingly hit me soft. I guess he's not that mean after all. One more punch and it'll be over! Yay! He punches me one last time...but with all of his strength. I never thought this man could hit THAT hard! Dang, man! I almost fell over on Hema's bed. I used my foot to catch me though. My arms sting and burn.

"You good? Did I hit too hard? If I did, sorry. But even I didn't, I'm still sorry." He said to me. He had so much love and concern in his voice. Now I feel bad. Dang it. He hugs me with his head on my shoulder so I hug back. I look at the camera out of the corner of my eye and see that it's still recording. I could probably use this video to make Cory's girlfriend jealous! Yes! And to be honest, Cory punching we was kind of a turn on for me. Dang, I'm weird as crap.