Chapter 8 Worries (2/2)

”Oh come on.” Kyle responded, poking her cheek, ”That was half the fun”.

Kay slapped the offending finger, and pinched his nose in return and smiled.

”Though I must admit, I didn't think you'd be so suited for it,” Kyle said, rubbing his chin as if contemplating the next move.

”Pffft. As if,” retorted Kay, switching to twin speech, ”You know me the best, and you looked through all those manuals. Finding the most suitable art for me was child's play for you. Oh wait. You ARE a child.”

Kyle snarled a bit, ”Can't wait to grow older though. Acting my age all the time can be so tiring,”

Kay laughed, then ruffled that silky hair of his. ”There, there. Be a good boy and act your age, okay? Rubbing your chin like that makes you look like an old man, too. You wouldn't want to be committed for being abnormal now, would you? Then Mom and Dad would only have little old normal me to keep them company.”

Kyle laughed so hard at that, holding his stomach as he looked at her, tears in his eyes, ”You? Normal? What 6-year old knows how to pick locks, scale walls and throw knives with unerring accuracy?”

Kay put one hand on her waist and pointed a finger at him, retorting, ”More normal than another 6-year-old who can shoot a gun AND know ninjutsu just from the Internet! IN A YEAR!”

”That's because I'm smart,” Kyle replied with a smirk.

”No, that's because you're a freak,” huffed Kay.

”We're twins, so we're both freaks” Kyle replied back, grinning while making his eyebrows go up and down comically.

Kay stomped her feet, grabbed the chess board. She ignored the chess pieces that flew as she picked it up. She then proceeded to whack Kyle's head with it. Kyle didn't dodge, even though he could have done so easily. He did, however, hold his hands up to pretend trying to stop her.

Kay threw the board away and ran to Patrick. Kyle quickly followed, and Kay quickly hid behind Patrick, her body being shielded partially by their Father.

When Kyle reached them, Patrick looked at him and asked sternly, ”So what did you do now?”

Kyle looked at his father, his eyes wide as if hurt, putting a hand on his chest, ”Me? What makes you think it was me?”

”It's always you,” Patrick answered solemnly.

Kay's lips twitched in amusement at that, but she quickly hid it before their parents saw it. She turned her innocent face towards her father and said happily, ”Father knows me best!” and hugged him. She then turned to face Kyle and stuck out her tongue at him.

”Yes, my little Princess,” Patrick said indulgently as he picked her up and hugged her.

Kyle sighed, and looked helplessly at his mother. She merely smiled, patting Kay's head. ”You're the elder brother, so it's your duty to give in to her.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow at that. They were twins, and of the same age yet he's supposed to be the elder brother? Well, yeah, he was but still, that logic wasn't logical. He didn't say it though.

However, Kyle began frowning as he saw his father not letting Kay down. What was wrong with his clueless Father? Kay was already six years old; much too old to be carried like a baby and she certainly didn't act like one.

Patrick just happened to turn his head at that moment, catching that expression of displeasure on Kyle's face. Patrick did NOT like that look.