Chapter 5: Chapter 5
For him it was eat, train, argue with his dad (and sometimes Sirzechs (or Shitzechs, as Kenji preferred to call the current Lucifer)), maybe eat some more, sleep, repeat ad nauseum. And it was beginning to worry Venelana, as she didn't see her son nearly as much as she saw her daughter.
Flashback:
'Sometimes I want to kill,
Sometimes I want to die,
Sometimes I want to destroy,
Sometimes I want to cry.
Sometimes I could get even,
Sometimes I could give up,
Sometimes I could give,
Sometimes I NEVER GIVE A FUCK!'
These were the lyrics that Venelana heard when she walked into the gym that Kenji was in. It was barely lunchtime, and Kenji had already been training for upwards of 5 hours.
And no-one had seen him all week, apart from mealtimes. For a couple of minutes, she watched her son training.
His toned, twelve-year-old body was dripping with sweat, he was breathing heavily, and his face was glowing as deeply red as his hair, due to the blood rushing around it at top speeds.
Venelana had to admit. Her son was extremely fit, and would grow into a handsome man when he grew up.
The song finished, and Kenji put his hands on his knees, wheezing.
"Kenji. .
. " Venelana walked towards her son, a caring tone in her voice.
Kenji looked up, not seeing his mother there.
"Hey. .
. Mom.
" He panted, picking himself up and looking at his brunette mother.
"Why are you constantly training yourself?" Venelana asked. "It isn't good for your body."
"It's fine. " Kenji replied.
"I'll be fine. "
"Lunch is ready, by the way. " Venelana turned to leave, sighing.
Kenji nodded, slung on a shirt, and followed.
Flashback end
When Venelana remembered back to that day, she recalled that no-one had seen Kenji for the rest of that day. A week after that day, she'd asked her oldest son to try and talk to Kenji, but.
Flashback:
"Hey, Kenji?" Sirzechs called to his younger brother. Kenji looked around, and regarded his older brother.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Could you come with me for a second?" Sirzechs asked, stepping forward. Kenji narrowed his heterochromic eyes.
"Okay. " He replied, allowing himself to be taken via magic-circle to Sirzechs' personal office.
Grayfia was standing next to the desk, her stoic expression on her face.
"Grayfia, can you give us some alone time?" Sirzechs asked.
"Right. " Grayfia walked over to the door, opened it, and left, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two brothers alone.
"Have a seat, Kenji. " Sirzechs walked around his desk and sat down, gesturing to another chair, which Kenji sat at.
"Kenji," Sirzechs began. "I'd like to talk to you about something."
"Talk, then. " Kenji.
"Let's get to the point. " Sirzechs smiled slightly before addressing his younger brother again.
"Kenji, you are the-"
"Most asshole-ish little twat in the Underworld. " Kenji replied, calmly.
"I know. "
"That's not what I meant, Kenji. " Sirzechs said, calmly.
"I meant that you are the Heir to the House of Gremory. "
"Mmmhmm. " Kenji replied.
"I know. "
"You might know that, Kenji. " Sirzechs said.
My point is that, since you ARE the Heir, you need to start acting like it. And stop going against those who know best for you.
" Kenji laughed.
"Zechs, you know that if Zeoticus REALLY hated what I do, he could just make Rias the Heiress. " Kenji said, tilting his head.
"In fact," he added. "I wouldn't hold it against him or Rias if he did, either."
"For goodness' sake, Kenji!" Sirzechs sounded slightly exasperated. "You know that making someone other than yourself the Heir to the House of Gremory while you are still alive would have to go through the Elders?"
"Oh, really?" Kenji was surprised. "Oh, that explains how Dad hasn't made Rias the Heir yet.
Wait, how haven't the Elders approved Rias as the Heir over me?"
"I don't know that myself. " Sirzechs said, furrowing his brow.
"I've speaken to Zekram Bael about it, and all he's willing to say is that he's 'interested' in you. " Kenji laughed out loud again.
"I bet that's the highest compliment he's ready to give to a member of the clan that essentially stole his power. " He said, while slowly coming down from the laugh.
Sirzechs' eye twitched at Kenji's callous words about his own family.
"Also, you said about me having to basically die for Rias to become the Heir?" Kenji yawned, got up and walked to the door. "Then why don't you commit fratricide, Shitzechs? Here and now.
" He waited for a few seconds, and since Sirzechs did nothing but glared at him, Kenji shrugged and walked out. He then magic-circled back to the Gremory Manor.
Flashback end
And that was the last time Sirzechs tried to reason with Kenji on any level. But one person who refused to change, in correlation to Kenji's change, was Rias.
And that's where this chapter finally begins.
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Slowly opening his eyes, Kenji woke up, and rubbed them with his hand, to get the sleep out of them. For some reason, he thought today was supposed to be an important day, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Shrugging, he decided to get out of bed, and go down to the gym. Nothing like training early in the morning.
But when he tried to sit up, Kenji found himself unable to move. Looking around, he couldn't find anything that would restrict his movement.
Using his hand to throw the covers off him, he saw the reason why he couldn't move.
Rias was lying in bed next to him, her arms wrapped around him, her head lying on his chest, her long red hair splayed out all over herself and Kenji, COMPLETELY NAKED.
"What the fuck, Rias?!" Kenji shouted, pulling away. Rias woke up, and looked at her younger brother with sleepy eyes.
"Aww… Kenji. Don't you know what day it is?"
"A day where you decided to climb into my bed?" Kenji remarked. "WHY are you doing that, by the way?"
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