#wrongfully blame

Ex stared at the doorway that stood in front of him. Normally he would not care about barging straight into Xisuma's place, but something today just felt...wrong.

A shift in the air potentially or maybe something else.

He didn't know but as he had been walking along the path that weaved its way through and around all the innovative and creative buildings that were each so different yet still fit together. He could tell he was not the only one who felt it.

Past yells and glares had turned to glances and wariness.

Something was wrong and he needed to figure it out.

He didn't care for any particular reason on what was going on per say it was just curiosity.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Taking a deep breath ignoring the itching, nagging, overwhelming urge to run and hide.

He opened the door.

“Xisuma, you in here?” He called out knowing that his brother was somewhere tucked away, but where exactly was a mystery.

There was no answer. He could have figured as much. A trickle of thought floated through him mind.

If he and his brother’s so-called hermits could feel something wrong. His brother no doubt did as admin.

Just how serious was this threat that managed to sneak its way into the server.

Trailing through the build, its homey feeling leaving an empty and strained feeling within himself.

Something pulled at him telling him that he should be here.

This was home.

But it was not. It wasn't home and with his relationship with his brother it never would be.

Pictures decorated the walls, blankets thrown about, dishes and papers all laying around.

He wanted this.

He wanted this life more than anything. He would say it was all their fault for twisting him into this distorted, wicked being.

But that was not the full truth. HE had pushed himself onto that path.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asked from behind him.

Xaviar turned to see the weariness and stress that pulled at his brother's features. He held a steaming cup in one hand and a tablet in another.

"You look awful."

Xisuma raised an eyebrow at him before setting down his mug narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't happen to know why it shows that there is a strand of corrupted code that is trying to corrupt the server that is extremely similar to the code that appears whenever you break into the server?"

Ex Xaviar blinked at that; he knew he left some code trace when he entered servers. But corrupted? that was unsettling. It was too much like something they would do.

"I don't know what you are talking about, X." Xaviar replied taking a few careful steps forward.

"Of course. Of course, you don't." Xisuma dragged a hand over his face, his eyes flicker purple before going normal again. "When have you ever known anything other than making my life hard?!"

"Xisu-"

"NO." Xisuma jabbed a finger at Xaviar's face. "I'm done with your games. You lie. You make me believe things are my fault. You say this isn't you, but your code signature is on the corrupted code!"

Xaviar glanced at the tablet, the code pulled up on it.

Xisuma was telling the truth. Highlighted as clear as day was his code signature.

But this was NOT his doing.

"Xisuma-"

"I- I just can't with you." A look of sorrow fell over Xisuma's face before he typed something into his tablet.

A sizzling feeling filled him up inside. An uncomfortable feeling screaming danger, to get out, to leave, he didn't belong here.

He was-

A long thud filled the air and Ex's eyes flashed open.

Xisuma's tablet laid on the ground, the member list pulled up, but lines of code trickled across the screen.

Ex gently picked up the tablet.

Words flashed across it as he touched it.