#Memelord Obessed Older Brother & The Ocasionally Done with the World Younger Sister

[nightmarenova-writer]

~Story Drabble Time Pt. 5~

(Please go to Pt.1 & 2 for an important A/N for some information about my story drabbles!! Anyway have fun reading!)

She doesn’t know what the actual hell is going on right now. Even as she watches as her one of her soul brothers standing before her with a shit-eating grin. She couldn’t even start to describe the pure, and utterly done with the world expression she knows is on her face.

In her brothers hands, was a device. A phone to be exact, playing the Omae Wa Mou Shinderu meme on repeat. And at this point it was on its 127th repeat, and she was so close to beating his ass. He has been trying to convince her to do a song cover for it, to which she said no. As she had other things she needed to do, and honestly wouldn’t be able to fit it inside her already packed schedule.

‘This man, this fucking dude is about to get his ass turned into grass in a few moments.’ She thought darkly.

“Oh come on squirt! Is it really to much to ask to do a small cover for such an iconic meme?”, her brother complained, trying to prove his so called point as his shit eating grin remained on his face.

“Midorihiko, I’ve already told you my schedule is already full as it is. Especially when dad is having me help out on some of his cases. Even the thought of streaming is out of the question for now.”, she grumbled out, frustrated.

“But Paaaaggggeeeee!!! Come on! Do it for the meme! Please!” Her brother persisted.

“No Hiko. No means no. And I’m this close to dragging your colossal ass outside and beating you with my Bo staff.”

“…..but your fingers are touching?’’

“Exactly. Better starting running.”

And thus the grand act of chasing her meme obsessed older brother proceeded for the next 45 minuets. And all through out that time one thing ran through her mind.

‘I regret teaching him the way of memes. Immediate regret. If I knew things where gonna turn out like this I would’ve made a anti-bullshit weapon to hit him with. Preferably a chancla.’

But even when one of her older brothers, specifically this one, got on the girl’s nerves. She couldn’t help but smile and laugh all through the chase. The imagery of a 6’10 adult man running for his life from a 5’0 teenage girl gave quite an amusing sight.

After all, he was one of the people who would stay with her, from death to rebirth, and eternity. Never to be parted, nor separated for as long as they where there to guide and protect her. As they where her soul siblings, and would do everything they could for her within their power to make her burdens more bearable.