Rewind Time part II (III)

Kiyro choked up. Did he hear him correctly? "W-why would she do that?!"

"Simple reason. She supposedly did so out of motherly love." A laugh escaped out of my lips.

"What's so funny?" Kiyro didn't like how his mother's love was laughed at.

"The contract was voided, between the generational curse placed on your family, but..."

Kiyro didn't like the way that the demon said the word.

"That doesn't mean we won't hunt down what we like, especially such powerful souls."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because this is just too interesting and fun. In the end, your whole family will be part of the collection to the grand plan."

"Grand plan? What do you mean?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

The demon didn't say anything anymore. Instead, he shrugged his shoulder. Kiyro was annoyed that the demon dangled the bait in front of him, not telling him everything. He should've known this was probably a trap, and he fell right into the palms of the demon's plan. If he listened anymore, he would probably get hurt or, worse, killed.

"Did you know what your brother thinks about you?"

This caught Kyros' attention, even though he didn't want to hear it.

"Got your attention, did I?" The demon waltzed around Kyros, still in the appearance of Kyle's body. "He hates you and your weak self. The self-pitying attitude you seem to have, the facade of supposedly being strong, and especially the ability you and your mother and grandmother share."

Kiyro's eyes became a thin line as he stared. "So?"

"So?" The demon stopped and stared at Kiyro, completely surprised. "Ah, yes. There was one more thing, and he hates that annoying carefree attitude that doesn't get too riled up."

Carefree attitude? He wasn't carefree. Instead, he was the complete opposite. He was always thinking about what to do next, even if something small and trivial. He wasn't fearless. He was always on edge, especially something this fantastical that shouldn't even be possible in scientific terms.

"What he hates the most is that annoying brotherly friendship. Even though you guys are twins, he doesn't care about you. He has secrets, you know. Do you want to know?"

Curiosity riled up in his thoughts, wondering what he would hear, but he knew he couldn't trust a demon's words. "Shut up and get out of my brother's body."

"No. I like it here." The demon raised his hand over his head. "Did you know that this is one of his abilities? Though it took a hell of a struggle to win this one. Ultimately he lost. He was just that weak." The demon scoffed.

Kiyro knew that his brother wasn't weak; Kyle was a fighter, a hell of a good one. Even though they were twins, Kyle won many more bouts than him in everything they fought over. He was someone that Kiyro looked up to.

"Get out of his body," Kiyro demanded, stronger than the next.

"What if I said no? What are you going to do about it?" The demon smirked.

"I'll force you out."

"With what? That piece of crap that you call holy water? Are you going to sprinkle that on me? You know you can't do shit with it." The demon laughed.

"No, but I'll make something happen." Kiyro wasn't going to give up; this was his brother that he was talking about. He didn't want to lose a second family member after his mother had passed away. But, instead, the thought lit a fire in his soul, helping him become calmer.

Kiyro's mind was thinking fast. He noticed during the fight that his brother's sharp martial arts usually weren't there; instead, he was fighting with brute strength.

"Whatever you're thinking won't work." The demon laughed. "I'm stronger than you, and I know how to use this body to its full potential."

"Try me." Kiyro's hand snaked out and grabbed a small statue-like item on the side. He threw it at the demon, temporarily diverting its attention away from him. He then bolted forward, his feet crossed over, and shifted behind his brother's back.

With fluid hands, he wrapped his arm around his brother's neck and squeezed. He squeezed to the point where he could hear the demon choking. Dull nails dug into his arm to pry him off; his body tensed and flipped him over his shoulder and onto the ground.

The demon was upon him in seconds, straddling him on his stomach. Again, his hand beelined towards Kiyros neck; this time, Kiyro was choked out. Kiyro coughed, his throat becoming tight, his vision blurring. His hips bucked upwards, pushing the demon up into the air. In that split moment, the demon's hand temporarily loosened from surprise. Kiyro used his chance to escape, and one of his legs wiggled out, giving him a good grasp of their grapple.

His leg snaked around the demon's shoulder; the demon let go of one of his hands to thwart Kiyro's escape. But, Kiyro didn't let him; that slip-up of power allowed him to punch the demon's elbow, bending it and causing the demon's arm to collapse.

Kiyro overturned the situation, flipping his body backward over his shoulder with the demons in the crux of his leg. He was in a perfect triangle choke with both legs wrapped around the demon's neck like a koala. With every ounce of his strength he could muster, Kiyro struggled to cause Kyle to black out.

The demon continually punched, scratched, and even attempted to escape. He felt overwhelming pain from the demon's attack, but he held on until the demon finally stopped moving. Kiyro let go, afraid that he had killed his brother. He pulled back and scrambled over to him.

Kyle's eyes were closed, pale face, and it seemed like he wasn't breathing. Terrified, Kiyro raised his hand towards Kyle's neck, ensuring his heartbeat was still beating. He felt a weak pulse, reassuring him that he was still alive.

"Thank god." Kiyro flopped down, tired and defeated. The thought of his brother almost dying was nerve-wracking. "What the hell Kyle? You're stronger than this. How could you let some puny demon possess you."

"Easy." The voice startled Kiyro, and the next thing he saw was Kyle punching him in the head, causing him to blackout.

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Kiyro groaned as he woke up with a throbbing pain in his head. He reached over and touched his temple, and a sharp pain erupted outwards, making him feel horrible. Even his muscles were screaming out with riot, telling him that he had overworked himself. His neck burned as if he was strangled; even gulping shot pain down his throat, jarring him completely awake.

What the heck happened for him to feel so much pain? He couldn't remember exactly how he ended up on the floor in Kyle's room. Nothing was making sense; the pain in his head wasn't making it any better.

"Kyle?" He called out, hoping that his brother was nearby to help him up or, better yet, to give him Ibuprofen to quell his headache.

"Kyle?"

Once again no answer. This time, he pushed himself up and searched around for his brother. So far, no; where did he see his brother at all? The only things present were books, clothes, and even the chair overturned as if they were a scuffle.

A scuffle? He tilted his head, trying to remember why he had thought such a thought, but so far, no other answer was in his mind. There was a nagging feeling that he had forgotten something very important, it was at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't remember. This frustrated him.

Pushing off the ground, he got up. Maybe Kyle was downstairs, making late-night snacks, though the question of his room being this messy was strange. Why was he on the floor? Why did his brother cause a mess in his room? These questions continued to repeat in his mind, but he didn't know the answer.

There were large blanks in his memories of what happened. So why couldn't he remember something so important?

Instead, he leaned over and started to pick up the books scattered on the floor. AP History, the book that even he didn't much like reading or attempting to understand. History wasn't his thing, but it was his brothers. Kyle was a fanatic on world history, especially eastern cultural history. Supposedly, by his brother's words, ancient eastern history was more colorful in events than recent history. He would go on and on about the strategic battle plans and great achievements that had happened until Kiyro got sick and tired of hearing him.

He could even recite his brother's words on many battle strategies with his eyes closed. Then, with a chuckle, he picked up the others and placed them on Kyle's desk.

Kiyro's eyes rested upon a small yellow sticky note in the middle of the desk. He glanced over, curious about what it had said. Then, reaching over, he took the sticky note and read it.

Don't look for me. I'm leaving for a long time.

Kyle

Written neatly in black pen, Kiryo picked up the crumpled paper that was lying on his desk. What the hell Kyle? Kiyro was astonished at what he had read on the paper. Did his brother leave a note and run away? From home? Is he a child or something?

None of this made sense; why would Kyle suddenly up and leave without telling him anything? He felt betrayed.

His hand started to shake, and he unconsciously crumpled the paper.

Why leave right after their mother's death? How could he not notice? When he talked to his brother a while ago, he remembered seeing him surfing on the web for camping items. At first, he didn't understand until now.

Kiyro turned and bolted out of Kyle's room; he dashed down the stairs and ran towards the front door.

"Kiyro?" He heard his father call after him.

"What's wrong with him?" He heard his sister Anna talk to his father.

Kiyro didn't have time to stop; he rushed out the front door into the neighborhood. Then, turning

towards the left, he ran down the streets in the middle of the night.

"Kyle! Kyle!" He cried out in desperation, hoping Kyle didn't go too far. "Kyle!"

Kiyro ran until he couldn't anymore, his chest was heavy, and his muscles were screaming in pain. Then, leaning over, he gulped in deep breaths.

He was furious at himself. Why didn't he notice the sign? Whenever his brother gets gloomy, he tends to be more snappish towards him, pushing him away from getting close. Even worse, he couldn't remember how he got into his brother's room. That part of the memory was missing, almost as if it had disappeared completely.

"Damn it!" If only he could remember, he clenched his fist. "Why can't I remember!" He yelled into the night. All he could feel was emptiness, anger, and regret.

He stomped on the ground, furious. "Damn it!" With a vicious kick onto the ground.

He paced back and forth, trying his best to try to remember. So far, all he got was a headache that made him angrier by the second. Screw it, there is no point in remembering anything right now, and it was easier to go back and sleep. The thought of finding his brother in the dark was not an easy feat; all he could do was call the police and try again in the morning.