AN: These are just too much fun, I can't help myself. If there are more chapters, I think I'll be making them longer or more than just the victims watching the video, maybe some chaotic aftermath...yeah, that sounds good!

Disclaimer: Really people?

It's hard to remember how I got myself home that day, but I managed seeing as how I was lying in my bed.

I had pulled the blinds, tied the curtains together, threw out all my chocolate ice cream and trashed every C.D of classical music Saru had ever given me.

I couldn't face them; they were too much of a reminder.

So I lay in bed, holding myself and trying to dig my head as far down as possible. Everything felt wrong today, nothing was right.

I had just done the wash, but my sheets smelled like…vomit. My pillow was recently re-stuffed for maximum comfort. But it felt like I was lying on some old woman's thigh.

"That's it."

I got up out of bed, kicking away the smelly sheets and punching my pillow. My feet barely touched the ground as I walked, my stride confident and firm. Down the hall and to the right, I turned the corner and pulled my pants back up to my waist.

His door was cracked open and some light was peeking out through the opening. Before I went in, I stopped.

He was innocent in all this; he hadn't done anything to upset me in the last few days. So why?

Why?

I shook my head in an effort to get the traumatized screech from my mind.

No. I was going to do this.

It would help me sleep if I did, I knew it would.

So I opened the door.

"Hashi," I said firmly, watching his head as he looked up from his paperwork.

"Hey Tobi."

My older brother's pen scratched over a few more dotted lines and then he set it down, dark brown eyes looking in to mine.

"What's up?" I started walking over to his desk, halting ever so slightly when I saw his bowl of ice cream on the table. I swallowed hard, not wanting the burning bile to rise up in my throat.

"There's something you have to watch."

I hated computers, they were so stupid. But now, as I angrily pulled open that Internet thing and typed in what I had saw, I was starting to like this weapon of mass destruction.

I remembered what Saru had done: he had taped my reaction. But us two computer whizz kids didn't have a camera, so we would have to do without.

I clicked the play button and sat in the chair across from him, watching his face.

"Tobi, wha- whoa," he leaned in closer as my foot reached over and closed the door. The music started getting louder, the cue that it was about to get nasty.

His face, oh god his face, turned in to that of a troll. His mouth morphed in to the shape of an M and his eyes narrowed as he watched.

"Good lord…" he started to lean away, but his eyes never left the screen.

Pervert.

"Oh my god!" he covered his mouth in disgust after his shrilly whisper rang through the room. His eyes waggled and changed shapes in to something like parallel lines with little black dots in the middle.

"Tobi,"

"There's more."

My eyes never left his face; this was too good to miss.

Hashi went back to the screen just as one girl started evacuating the contents of her stomach on the other. Hashi scooted his chair away from his desk and bared his teeth in disgust.

"Tobi please! Make it stop!"

"No! You have to watch it all!" I ran over to his side of the desk and held his shoulders and pushed him back. He tried turning his head away but I had him by the cheeks. Holding his face, I held him steady and made sure he looked right at it.

"Look at it!"

He let out an unmanly whimper, raising his hands to shield his face.

"Look at it!" and I swatted them away.

"Why are they eating it?" he cried as the two women dug in, totally not needing spoons.

From their perspective, their treat must have looked a little bland. So one, sticking her finger down her throat, decided some chocolate syrup would make things better.

I hadn't even noticed that I had slid myself in my brother's chair next to him. He was trembling at the sight and I had my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, hoping if I buried my head in his arm that everything would go away.

The music started to fade and the screen started to darken until finally, it was over.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…"Hashi kept mouthing it over and over and over, like he was some zombie in a trance.

"Tobi, why?" I shook my head in his arm, not really remembering the reason.

"I'm sorry, big bro. I'm so sorry…" I hugged him even tighter.

"It was like soft-serve…it came out just like soft-serve…"

We both sat in the chair for a while, neither of us really wanting to leave. I still held my brother as he blankly stared at his screen, mouth open and eyes watery.

The face of trauma.

I sucked up the congestion in my nose and wiped my face on his sleeve. I rose from the chair, running my fingers through my hair and reached for the doorknob. I turned back and looked at him one more time. He faintly raised his eyes to mine, jaw still hanging.

"You should have seen your face."

Yeah, this might be turning in to a redundant crack fic...I've never written something like this before, I like it. :)