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He pressed his lips on the plump ones, softly and filled with gentleness. He slowly pulled away as he heard a small hiccup. He cooed, thumbing over the porcelain skin that has been covered with tears.
“I’m here, it’s okay. I’m here” Mikey whispered, words filled with sincerity and assurance. “Cry it all out, Takemitchy. Until you feel better” he mutters, eyes softening by the second when he meets those beautiful glossy azures.
A sniffle echoed in the quiet room, “Shit—I’m…sorry, it just won’t stop..” the croaky voice made Mikey frown a bit, slinking his arms onto his brother’s waist and gently moving him over to his lap, positioning the boy to face him as he slots him between his legs. He combs the soft blond locks of hair, kissing his crown.
“Don’t apologize” is all that he said, making the younger boy slightly tremble on top of him.
A whimper escapes from his mouth, like a wounded animal “ Manjirou..” The boy cried out, almost in a quiet whisper as if scared that something might break. His voice was so small, so vulnerable, making Mikey’s heart ache. Takemichi presses his face on the crook of Mikey’s neck, breathing heavily. The tight grip on his shirt makes the elder pull him much closer than before.
He soothes the other’s back, slowly rubbing in a familiar stroke. “My crybaby, I’m here” he mutters this time whispering in his ear, before placing a gentle kiss. “I’ll talk to big bro about this,” he said.
Takemichi’s head shot up and looked at him with fear, but Mikey gave him a warm smile, “It’s okay. He won’t be mad at you, I promise” He wipes the rest of the tears away that continue to spill out, as Takemichi bites his trembling lip and tries to not cry even more.
Mikey kisses him once more, trying to break Takemichi’s bad habit of biting his lower lip. Sometimes it would bleed from the force he’s tearing the skin. The younger boy melts in the kiss, his shoulders relaxing, before small gasps echo in the room as Mikey explores every crevice in his mouth. Takemichi clings to him like a lifeline, and the blonde holds him tight.
The elder pulls away, leaving Takemichi breathless. “Do you remember what they look like?” fingers playing with his hair. He moves his head to lick the salty tears that are threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes. His hand finally moves to the base of the younger’s neck, gently gripping his nape in a tight possessive hold.
His breath fans over his skin “Can you tell me, Mitchy?” He kissed his cheek and let the silence engulf them, waiting patiently for his brother to answer. His precious brother had been so easy to read, he’s an open book as Izana likes to say to him. Mikey knows a lot of things about his Takemitchy, more than anyone else in the world.
So when the younger started to act more reserved, more timid, and insecure , Mikey did what a caring brother would do, and that is to ask him what is wrong.
But the younger one tries to not spill anything, always avoiding eye contact throughout their conversation, and his voice would be quivering in fear, fingers digging into his arm and Mikey holds it before it would start to tear the fabric and his skin. The thought made Mikey churn, dark eyes getting heavier by the second.
What the hell happened?
And that’s when he saw.
The bruises.
The fucking bruises on his brother’s arm. Takemichi snapped his eyes wide with fear when Mikey noticed and tried to cover it up with his sleeve, only for the older to grab the cloth and pull it up.
It’s a sight that makes Mikey’s mind go blank.
There were so many, some of them were even purple blobs and bleeding . Someone puts their hands on him. Those filthy hands touch his brother. Someone .
Who? Who fucking dares hurt his Takemitchy?
“I think… they’re in their third year in middle school..” Takemichi finally answers him and Mikey grins, petting the soft locks. “Okay, okay. Good , good boy” he says, before cupping the boy’s face and pressing a gentle kiss on his eyelids and going down to those sweet lips that Mikey adores so much.
The cries died down and left them in silence in the comfort of their room, and only their soft breathing was heard. Mikey intertwined their hands together, “Let’s get some mint chocolate chip ice cream, how does that sound?” Takemichi nodded and gave him a lopsided grin.
“Sounds awesome, Manjirou-nii”
Bullying. Bullying sucks ass.
“Don’t tell Grandpa” Mikey said after telling him what happened. He was looking at his older brother that is seconds away from committing heinous acts. The taller male stares at him and Mikey almost flinches at his brother’s face.
It’s a facial expression he hasn’t seen before.
“Where’s my baby?”
“In our room, he thinks you’re going to get mad at him about this” After Mikey utters those words, the older wasted no time and rushes towards the stairs up to their room, but not before saying “We’ll talk about this matter later, I won’t tell grandpa at least not now. Go get Izana too” he nods.
Mikey realized that he never saw Shinichiro this angry, this livid before well until now, that is. But he understands Shinichiro has always been protective of his siblings, especially Takemichi and Emma. And this is a serious problem.
He feels the hot rage coming out of his older brother and he wonders what Izana's reaction would be to this situation since Shinichiro was this mad already.
The blond tried so hard to not think about this situation because he might do something unforgivable. Something impulsive that might get Shinichiro in trouble with the authorities. Mikey has no qualms if he was the only one who would get in trouble but knowing what’s going through his mind right now. Police would get called up if he does act upon it.
He still can’t erase the image in his head, the bruised arms, the deep cuts and twisted ankle that turned purple, and the wound near the jaw. His brother has been beaten black and blue. The distress and fear in his brother’s eyes. The way he trembled in his arms while trying to apologize for being a disgrace.
Can you believe that?
His Takemitchy was so scared to tell them, tell him.
Mikey stood still in his spot, suddenly losing all of the expression on his face. He stares blankly at the walls in the dojo, despite the cold silence in the room his thoughts are loud, they’re screaming .
Ah , his head is fuzzy again, this is bad.
Mikey needs to meet Izana now.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Shinichiro slowly knocks on the door, “Takemichi? Can I come in?” he asked as he heard shuffling on the other side before hearing a quiet yes . He opens the door to be greeted by the younger who was sitting on the corner of the bed, wearing a hoodie that is too big for him. It’s probably Mikey’s.
“Hey..” Shinichiro started, he immediately noticed the swollen eyes and red nose of the younger boy from all the crying. Takemichi opens his mouth to say something but in the end, he closes it shut, just burying himself deeper in the corner.
He sat on the edge of the bed, “I heard from your brother” he added, “Can you come here for me, baby?” softly patted his side and Takemichi hesitated for a bit before going. “No need to cry, I'm not mad, okay?” He pulls the smaller boy in his arms.
“You’re.. not?”
“I’m not”
“Really?”
Shinichiro couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “I promise, I’m not mad” He saw the tension in Takemichi’s body leave before he snuggled close to him, “I’m sorry…” The older tilts his head in confusion, “Why are you apologizing?” There was no reason for him to be saying this, he was not at fault here, the older slowly combs his hair.
“I- I feel pathetic. If I wasn’t just so weak… even though I started training..I- maybe they’re right, I’m just useless—” The voice was cut off when Shinichiro tightened his hold on the younger, “Who told you that?” Takemichi flinches and looks up at his older brother.
The younger shivered when he saw the blank look on Shinichiro’s face, “Nii-chan…?” he whispered. The older softly grabs his cheeks to face him, “Don’t believe them, they’re spouting out lies. They don’t know what they’re talking about, you hear me?” he has his brows furrowed, the tone of his voice firm.
Honestly, who do they think they are for saying that to his sweet brother? They have no right to say that. Gosh, children these days are such assholes . He needs to teach those kids a lesson.
Making his darling brother insecure, Takemichi is such a sweetheart too. Tsk . Motherfucker, do they have a death wish?
Placing a hand on his cheek and removing a piece of hair in front of those pretty azures, “You’re amazing, Takemichi. You’re worth everything . You’re not weak, trust me. You’re my baby brother, I always see you working hard so don’t say that you’re useless ever again” he says with adoration in his eyes, the look of fondness taking over his face.
Takemichi started crying and Shinichiro panicked, “W–Wait what’s wrong? Did I say something wro—” The smaller hits his chest, “Stupid Nii-chan, making me cry even more, you’re so corny” The elder saw the younger finally have a small smile plastered on his face.
Shinichiro grins, before gently kissing his forehead.
“Don’t ever listen to them, okay? They’re just jealous that you’re awesome and have some cool siblings” Takemichi giggles, “Yeah, you’re right..”
Now, that’s taken care of, “..Hey Michi, can I see your arm?”
“...Yeah”
Mikey said to him that he already cleaned up his wounds and put some ointment in. But Shinichiro would like to see it for himself, his anxiety would not rest if he doesn’t.
Takemichi pulls up his sleeve to expose his injuries. It took everything in him to refrain from cursing and making a face that might make the younger scared as he looked. “Does it hurt?” Shinichiro touches one of the bruises, “Not right now” Takemichi answers honestly, looking more ashamed at how littered his arms are. It’s still difficult to even sleep since it hurts when the wounds touch the bed underneath him. Takemichi stares at his wounds with a glint.
My arms look disgusting .
And Shinichiro noticed it.
He lifts up the younger’s arm and presses a gentle kiss on the bruise. “I’m sorry” he whispered. Takemichi makes a surprised noise at the back of his throat, but he does not pull away from the touch.
“I wasn’t able to protect you nor see this before” It’s true. He didn’t even notice how worse it got and only found out because of Manjirou. Takemichi was probably planning to hide it forever too, knowing him. Shinichiro failed at being a big brother he can rely on. He vows from today onwards that he’s going to pay more attention to his brother.
Takemichi stammered for a reply, not used to his older brother being this serious about something. “It-It’s fine, Nii-chan. This was not your fault”
“And it isn’t yours as well”
Takemichi jolts at his words and Shinichiro sighs, nuzzling his head on the small hand that is becoming callous as days due to training in the dojo.
Shinichiro still remembers that day when Izana and Mikey were so against the idea of their brother learning martial arts, Shinichiro though was so excited when their Grandpa declared that Takemichi was going to attend the dojo after his fourteenth birthday. The tiny one was so happy then, as the other two were unable to be mad about it anymore seeing their youngest brother give such a joyous smile.
The memory gives Shinichiro such nostalgia, “Don’t even try to think about blaming yourself, or I will not give you the newest addition of Clever Puzzles that you always wanted” he said with finality, playfully teasing the younger boy, who whines out a complaint.
Gently touching his arm he pulled down the sleeve before he spoke again “...You don’t need to worry, I won't tell Grandpa about this. I’ll handle it, alright? So if something happens always come to me, please Michi? Can you do that for me?” The ravenette words came out so soft and patient as a warm feeling swells up in Takemichi's chest.
He nods, wanting to not make his brother even more worried.
“Great, you can sleep now Michi. I know you’re tired. I’ll go talk to your teacher, you will not be attending class tomorrow. So rest up, baby” Shinichiro mutters as he tucks the younger to bed.
“..Okay, Thank you, Shin-nii”
“No need to thank me, baby. It’s what big brothers do” He gave a gentle kiss on the forehead before leaving.
The door closes behind him, letting the silence fill up his thoughts. His mood turns sour by the second as he recalls the reason why he’s even in here in the first place.
Dammit, his hand is itching for a smoke and something else.
“Shin, your siblings are going out of hand,” Takeomi said, voice almost lacing in a scolding tone. Shinichiro puffs out smoke from his cigarette while he’s leaning against the wall inside his shop and the others are sitting on the sofa.
“Hmm?” His eyes looked bored as he stared at the store window, “Izana just got in trouble earlier and you didn’t even try to stop it,” Takeomi said to him.
Shinichiro hums, unfazed.
“Shin, get your shit together. Izana just almost murdered someone, you should talk to him about this. You’re being too relaxed right now” Wakasa chimed in, staring at him while having a sucker in his mouth.
“They deserved it” Shinichiro looks at his friends with an unreadable gaze. “Not my problem” he shrugs, not explaining whatsoever and they stare at him, wide eyes with confusion in their eyes.
“Shin, what the fuck”
“If Izana didn’t do it, I would’ve gone there myself” It sounded like a threat . Those obsidian got darker if that was even possible.
In fact, I would go all the way and not stop.
“They hurt my sibling and you think I care about their well-being?” He asks, the tone in his voice flat. “That’s not the point here. Izana did it too far—”
“And they did it same to Takemichi— they went too fucking far. I do not give a shit what happens to them” Shinichiro puts out his cigar, obvious that his mood has dimmed. He goes back to his seat and proceeds to start fixing a bike.
Ignoring the worried glances he gets from his friends.
“P-Please..! Sto–p! I- Begging..yoAH—!” his fits are bloody red, yet he didn’t stop. It was dripping from his hands to the floor. The way his knuckles make contact with the skin, damaging the area of impact producing some dull thuds in the room. Slowly the face underneath him was starting to be unrecognizable. Blood splattered on the room they were in, and despite the euphoric feeling his face was terrifyingly blank.
The screams were getting annoying, fucking annoying.
He stops the motion, fist hovering on the bloodied person “You’re about to die” The coldness in his tone gives the person underneath him shivers in fear, “But I won't let you… You don’t deserve that” The manic glint flashes in those lavender eyes.
“You don’t deserve to rest at all” He continues his punches, “You dare to lay a finger on my sibling? You got a lot of nerves. The fucking audacity is actually laughable. Well? Was it fun? Tormenting him? He was probably crying too– fuck, what did he ever do to you?— You piece of shit!” he pulls on his collar.
“Was it worth getting him sad and beaten black and blue?” He growls out. Unblinking and demented eyes are boring on the person’s soul. The victim shakes his head, mushed words of wanting forgiveness and letting him free go blurred and become white noise to him.
The person who’s with the most authority right now is him. They have no right to beg for mercy. Once they touch– Tainted what’s important to him, there is no going back. Even if the devil grovels to the ground to set them free, he would rather burn everything for it to even happen.
The male lets out a deranged laugh “Thanks to you, our sweet baby brother is insecure and thinks he doesn’t deserve any happiness. Takemichi is losing his smile because you guys destroyed it” The figure looks down, his eyes showing nothing but the void.
“So now, I’m going to destroy everything that is dear to you”
People point out that Izana mellowed out a lot as time grew, some say it was puberty and some say it was because of his brother, Takemichi.
The latter seems to be more true. Izana could be seen as more relaxed, calm, and dare they say soft around the boy. It was not a secret that the boy was always the mediator to the two of his siblings, Izana and Mikey, and knew how to calm down those two raging beasts.
And even though he and Takemichi were adopted, meaning they don’t have any blood relation to the Sanos nor to each other, they just fit right in. As if two missing puzzle pieces were finally found.
He cherishes the family that gave him a warm welcome. Izana’s first blessing was the Sano family when Shinichiro decided to take him in his care and the second was Takemichi who came into their life.
So, it was to no surprise whenever the younger one would get into trouble Izana was there to save the day, be it the smallest of things like helping him with his homework to defending him whenever Shinichiro would try and scold Takemichi for being too reckless.
Izana would've been called the possessive one if it weren’t for Mikey hogging the title.
But by all means, Izana was still the same. He’s just different around Takemichi, that’s all.
He’s still the leader of a gang called Tenjiku and who rules in Yokohama. He still has dogs called the Brutal Generation and the heavenly kings as his members. He’s still merciless, violent, harsh .
“Izana!” There stood his brothers, looking shocked at the scene in front of them. However, the said male didn’t lift up his head, nor even flinch at their voice. He doesn’t know how they found him here, it was probably Kakucho who told them, he thinks.
This was only the second guy that was affiliated in the incident with his brother he was able to find today. He was hoping he could get another two more before he ends his day. The disappointment started to fill him up, he got caught. How troublesome.
He was expecting his brothers to stop him, to yell at him, to scold him for his actions. Yet, it never came. The tan male gave a single glance only to find his brothers looking at the bloodied figure underneath him with the same emotion in his eyes.
Hatred .
Izana wasn’t surprised at Mikey not stopping him but Shinichiro? This was not the reaction he was expecting. Both of them looked deranged at how they were kind of enjoying the person underneath him screaming in pain.
This is a sign to just keep going, right?
Not that he was going to stop anyway.
They took turns. Of course, they did.
The guys were almost on the brink of death but Mikey was kind enough to stop, out of the three of them . The two were willing to go all the way, Mikey was too but..
“I just got a text from Emma. Takemitchy is looking for us” Mikey mutters, wiping his forehead with his bloodied hand. Shinichiro let out a sigh, “Let’s go home, I don’t wanna worry him even further” he stood up from his position.
“I’ve already called my members to clean this up” Izana spoke, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. The guy was still alive, miraculously. He’s at death's door but Izana dragged him back, they’re not letting him go just yet.
“Yo, Boss, we’re here!” a boy with braided hair waved at them, and next to him was his brother, “Clean up the mess, don’t let the guys die just yet, especially the one with a scar on his brow” Izana ordered. “Yes, yes. We’ll get into it” They started to leave but Izana suddenly turn to the two of them, “Ran, bring them to the warehouse and Rindou break their legs before you move them”
Though, I think they’re already broken but we can never be too sure.
“Yes, boss~” After that, they left the scene.
Once they got home it was already dark, the sun was long gone for a while now. They change some clothes and clean themselves at Shin’s shop before going home, to avoid getting questioned. Opening the door they were greeted by a mop of black hair on the floor, they halted on their feet and the first one who snapped out of their trance was the elder.
He knelt down, his eyes softened while looking at the boy who was sitting and leaning against the wall, fast asleep. His arms are placed on his knees that were bent toward his chest and his head was resting on his forearms.
All of the boiling rage and bloodlust disappeared seeing the peaceful expression on their younger.
Brushing the bangs away from covering his eyes Shinichiro spoke, “Takemichi” he whispered, gently shaking the younger one. It took a few seconds before the other groaned, slowly opening his eyes as they got to see those blue hues.
The boy gave his brothers a sleepy smile, “Welcome home” he greeted, his voice so soothing and soft, making Shinichiro’s fingers twitch, wanting to pinch those squishy cheeks as he heard a breathless laugh behind him.
“We’re back, Takemichi”
Takemichi fully woke up when he noticed something, “Nii-chan, you’re hurt..!” he gasped out reaching for the elder's hands, “What happened?” He was quick to tears.
Shinichiro silently cursed himself for being careless. He thought he thoroughly cleaned his wounds, he even made sure to stop the bleeding. He sometimes forgets how perceptive his little brother is.
Always noticing the smallest of things.
He chuckles “It’s nothing, Takemichi. No need to cry about it” He says, wiping the tears away. They both slowly stood up with Takemichi still holding onto his hand, “If it makes you calm, you can bandage it up” Shinichiro voiced and almost immediately the younger made him sit on the couch in the living room.
“You two aren’t hurt, right?” He asked, as Izana and Mikey quickly whipped their heads to the side avoiding the analyzing eyes of their younger.
He outstretched his arms before opening his palm, “Hand” he demanded. Noticing the other two are not moving, he stomps towards them and Shinichiro watches from the couch how the strongest leaders wince in pain.
“O-Ow! Takemitchy—”
“Michi-oUCH..!”
Shinichiro cackles as he sees his siblings walking into the living room, Takemichi is dragging them by the ear.
The other two finally stay seated as Takemichi goes and grab the first aid kit. “Jeez…” they heard him whisper, “All of your knuckles are bleeding…” gently touching Izana’s hand, staring at it with worry.
After a few minutes, he finishes treating the wounds.
Throughout it all, their eyes softened before the tan male called out to him, “C’mere Michi” opening his arms as the said male slowly stood up and went towards him. Takemichi melts on the hug and Izana buries his head in the soft locks, “I’m sorry for worrying you. This is just gang-related things” he reassured, always quick to apologize to Takemichi. Mikey would’ve snickered at his words but decided to not say anything, since he’s also the same as him.
“But Shin-nii is already retired from that so why’s he involved?” Izana stilled.
Oh shit.
“Well…”
Someone came into the living room, “Nii-chan, you’re making Takemichi sleepy, we still need to eat dinner” Emma stomps as the three inwardly let out a relieved sigh.
Safe.
Mikey circled his arms around those tiny waists, before burying his nose in the soft locks of hair, smelling the bubblegum shampoo he kept using ever since they were young. “Already sleepy, Mitchy?” he asks the smaller one who is in his hold, already has his eyes closed. The elder felt the younger nod, he hums moving to press his lips on the back of his neck. “I’m kinda hungry, ‘wanna eat with m—” Mikey paused in the middle of his sentence when heard a muffled bleat.
He turns the boy over to face him, “ Hey , why are you crying?”
Takemichi has his brows furrowed, his mouth almost forming a pout, sniffling. He touched the boy’s face as the tears were glistening in the moonlight. “I was worried,” the younger answered, “About what, baby?” Mikey calmly asks, even though he was panicking on the inside, desperately wanting to know why his Takemitchy is sad. “I heard that Big bro got in a fight with Waka-nii and Omi-nii because of me”
Mikey shakes his head, “They didn’t get in a fight, they were just arguing about something and it’s not your fault, okay?” Takemichi turns his head, avoiding eye contact with the elder, “And they said you guys were weird,” he added, “Weird? Why is that?”
Mikey notices the younger’s hand starts gripping his sweater. “I…don’t know, I heard ‘Zana-nii was angry and he did something bad.” He hiccups, and god he’s so adorable.
“You’re overthinking too much, sweetheart” pressing a kiss on his temple, “He didn’t do anything bad, right?” Takemichi asks, innocent doe eyes staring into the abyss with pure worry. Mikey chuckles, “Izana did nothing wrong , don’t worry”
“Okay, I trust you”
Those words make Mikey smile, almost unhinged. The way Takemichi says the words with no hesitation makes his heart start beating faster, “My sweet Mitchy, you don’t need to cry anymore. It’s nothing serious, I promise” The said male nods but doesn’t stop the hot tears still running down his cheeks. The blonde purrs before dragging his tongue on the soft wet cheeks. The younger leans in the touch, so natural for him to chase the warmth, he doesn’t even know he was letting out whimpers.
Mikey cups his face, “Do you want a kiss, baby?” fingers caressing his cheek and jaw.
“Yes, please” So cute .
He pecked his cheek, “God, you’re going to be the death of me, Mitchy” finally pressing his lips on those trembling ones, “My crybaby” he murmured against his lips, lapping and sucking on his lower lip. A quiet moan escapes Takemichi’s mouth, and Mikey pulls him closer.
The tears stopped and were replaced with a blush on his cheeks, “Cute, so adorable , My precious Mitchy” Takemichi looks at him drunk in the affection that Mikey keeps giving him.
Desire flicks in those obsidian when he looks at him, “ Mine. ” his voice lacing in a possessive tone. Only mine.
“Mhmm” The younger snuggles closer to him, “Jirou-nii, why can’t I do this with others?” Mikey bumps his forehead on his, “You only need one person to do this with and it’s me” He answers, “Why only you?”
“Because I love you more, more than anyone else in this world” Mikey whispers on his lips, “You feel the same too, right Mitchy?”
“Of course, Manjirou! You’re the best and coolest person I’ve ever known” The statement made Mikey’s heart soar. He bites his lips trying to stop the groan that was trying to escape from the back of his throat.
He peppers him with kisses, “Such a sweetheart~” murmurs into his skin, “ My sweetheart” he states and Takemichi giggles, not understanding the dark tone of his voice.
“C’mon, you’re hungry, right? I’ll cook you something” The younger boy utters, pulling Mikey’s arms out of the bed, “Can’t have my Mikey-nii starve now do we?” Takemichi grins as they get out of their room.
Mikey stops breathing for a moment.
My Mikey…
….My Mikey
My Mikey My Mikey
My Mikey
My Mikey
My Mikey.
My Mikey.
He feels his heart strumming against his ribs. Mikey looks at his brother as if he hung the stars, parted the sea in half, he looks at him as if Takemichi was something holy. Devine.
Once they stopped at the kitchen Takemichi turned to him, “Manjiro—” His words abruptly stopped when hands started sneaking up underneath his shirt and the other went for an open-mouth kiss.
His hands fly everywhere on the boy’s body, “Mitchy, Takemitchy, my– fuck.. Baby” Mikey says with reverence, as the boy in his arms turns into a putty, “Nii–Ngh..! Hanh–!” Those sweet, sweet moans filled his ears. His hand was holding the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Something hot sits in the pit of his stomach, almost boiling. His composure is hanging by thread, ready to snap.
No, not yet.
“You’re really going to be the death of me, Takemitchy” he says after pulling away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “Nii-chan.. I still need to cook..” the ravenette whispered, the tips of his ears are red, making Mikey want to bite them, so he did.
Nipping the skin and lapping his earlobe, Takemichi shivers. Mikey lets out a breathless chuckle, “Sensitive baby” he said, his face looking feral while doing so. He leaves one final kiss on his neck before letting him go.
“Go on, I’ll just watch from here” he mutters, sitting on the counter and crossing his legs, hand resting his chin. A shit-eating grin is forming on his face seeing Takemichi puffing out his cheek, his face looks like a tomato as he stumbles a bit while mumbling something under his breath about him being childish.
Seeing his brother wearing the baby blue apron that has blueberry patterns on them that Emma got for him so they would match with her pastel pink strawberry ones. He hears the younger hums, voice so soothing like a lullaby as his hands work through the food with ease and care. A thought suddenly came into his mind, making all of his fantasies be fueled.
Takemichi would make a good wife.
My wife, heh.
Mikey looks down, shit, he’s hard.
They’re curious, of course, they are. The members in Toman have been seeing a pattern lately. They see their leader always leaving early nowadays, not even waiting for the others to leave, once the meeting is finished he leaves.
“Just leave him be,” The Vice-commander said, leaning against the concrete wall. “You know something, Draken?” Baji asks, rubbing his arms and slightly shivering.
Draken looks up, his breath creating smoke as he exhales. Winter is near. “Probably because of his brother,” he replied. He felt Baji’s eyes staring at him, “Shin? Huh– Izana? why?” Draken sighs, creating a bigger smoke than before, “No, their youngest—”
“Emma?”
“Brother. Their youngest brother besides Emma” He could see the long-haired male’s brain processing his sentence. “I didn’t know they had another sibling,” the braided male sighs, “I didn’t know either, I only got a glimpse of him when I picked up Mikey from their house” he replied.
Now that Draken thinks about it, the blonde commander has a scowl on his face when he realizes Draken noticed the younger. He didn’t even get to see his face, just the back of his head, he didn't understand why Mikey was looking at him in a weird way.
It’s not anger, but more like…
“The Commander arrived!” someone shouted, making Draken snap out of his thoughts. “Ahh! Ken-chin, I’m so tired” Mikey's voice rang through the shrine, his Toman jacket hanging freely on his shoulders and Draken noticed that he was not wearing the normal white boots but his flip flops, he also noticed something, Mikey’s wearing an anklet “You just got here,” he said flatly, staring at him the blonde seemed to be in a good mood today.
Unlike the other day.
“Let’s start the meeting so I can get home early” He states, and that blooms even more questions that the members have. “Why don’t you hang out with us for a while after the meeting, Mikey?” Smiley asks, though he already knows the answer.
“Can’t today, Maybe next time,” he answered. Draken thought the persuasion ended there but he was wrong, “Mikey, where are you going these days?” The ravenette walked towards them, the other hummed in confusion.
“You’re not hanging out around us anymore” he mutters and Mikey tilts his head, “Huh? What do you mean by that, Baji?—”
“You’ve got a girlfriend”
Draken gapes as Baji just boldly states those words with confidence. The other members must’ve been eavesdropping since they have the same expression as him “Baji, what the hell—”
A laughter erupts.
“Shut up, Idiot. I don’t know how you even came up with the idea” Draken smacks him on the back of his head. But all they stared at the figure who was full on laughing. It was Mikey.
When he finally calmed down he spoke, “Ha..Why do you say that?” rubbing the tear away from his eye from laughing so much. “Isn’t it obvious? you’re always early to leave, not even speaking to us sometimes. Is your girlfriend possessive or something?” Baji crosses his arms and Draken just stares.
He’s such an idiot.
That seemed to quiet down the other though, “It’s none of our business, Baji. Just let Mikey be” Mitsuya chimed in trying to not let anything escalate.
“Possessive huh?” Draken glanced at Mikey who whispered those words under his breath. A slight chill went down his spine as he saw the other’s expression, Mikey looked deranged , excited .
Excited about what? Draken doesn’t know.
“Nah, ‘don’t have one” Mikey immediately replies, grinning widely. “Then what is it?” They gave up on trying to get Baji to shut his mouth, and it’s not like they’re not curious also. “My brother, he’s been training in the Dojo and I'm sparring with him” Baji raises a brow, “Why does your grandpa do it instead?”
“I volunteered to do it”
“...Why?”
“Because I want to?”
The answer made Baji pop a vein, irritation was prominent on his face. “He’s a bit clumsy but he’s such a fast learner though” Mikey adds, as if that makes anything in this situation better.
The tension is rising in the air when Baji doesn’t answer, the other members start to silently back away and the other is quietly enjoying whatever is happening in the upper echelon and Mikey looks like it doesn’t bother him. Either that or he doesn’t care. Baji puts his hands inside his pockets, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke.
“Then, let me meet this brother of yours”
Just those simple words made the temperature at the shrine drop. It was already cold out, but the air was suddenly freezing. “Hah?” Mikey’s voice booms in the silence.
Baji stares at him, brows furrowed. “I wanna go and meet him,” he stated, stubbornly. Draken wants to punch him in the face, can’t they not start this now?! For god sake, they were about to start the meeting!
“Fuck off, I’m not letting you see him or any one of you for that matter” His voice turned cold, almost harsh . Mikey’s eyes looked duller by the second, “You can’t have him,” only one word could describe the lingering intention in the tone of his voice.
Possession .
Draken gulps, he has a bad feeling about this if Baji doesn’t stop right now .
Baji looks clearly taken aback at the response. “Woah, relax. It’s not like I'm taking him away or something. I don’t even know who he is” He walks closer to the blonde and slaps his back, before slinking his arms around his neck “Anywaaays, Why didn’t you tell me you have another brother?!” the taller male complains. “You’ll just be a bad influence on him” Mikey mutters, his voice going back to a neutral tone. “We’ve known each other for YEARS and I'm only finding this out now!?” They hear Baji complain even more.
And just like that, the suffocating atmosphere was gone. Draken rubs his temples at the situation, an incoming headache is about to form. Baji and Mikey just started bickering in the background, the meeting long forgotten.
“Childhood best friends, am I right?”
“Smiley, please , shut the fuck up”
Her brothers have always been a bit erm... aggressive at times. It's not surprising though, they've been leading their own gang since they were young and became the leaders of those said gangs, ruling the underworld in the process.
Well, except for Shinichiro. He's already retired on that part and started a motorbike business. He's old now, heh . Emma is well aware of their businesses, and their activities in their gangs. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Her brothers aren’t exactly keeping it a secret either, they just don’t really talk about it.
They've always been rough around the edges, though Shinichiro definitely became very doting when his siblings grew in number.
"Emmaaaaaaaa"
Her smile grew wide, hearing the voice. She turns around to see a pair of arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Yes, Michi?" she giggles.
"I'm so bored!" he whines, nuzzling his cheek on hers. "What do you wanna do?"
"Let's go to Roppongi!"
She frowns, "That's too far, Michi"
"C'mon, c'moooon, I heard there was this new dessert shop just opened!" Takemichi doesn't like sweet things that much, he prefers a dark and bitter flavor. The exception is the chocolate-chip mint ice cream that Izana got for him that one time, it’s his favorite now.
The look on Mikey's face that day when Takemichi straight up gave him a scowl when he tried the taste of his Taiyaki. Emma swears she could see her brother's world crumble right then and there. She almost felt bad for him, almost.
Emma tries to not be swayed by his statement. But her brother has always been so good and adorable, with those innocent eyes that are always beaming at her excitedly, the big floppy black hair that makes his blue hues more prominent, Emma’s weakness has always been those. Don’t even get her started on how his voice sounds.
Curse her for having such an adorable brother.
Despite him being a year older, Emma has no qualms about babying her brother. She prefers it more, there’s just something very childlike to Takemichi that Emma can’t help but coo, and hold him in her arms like the finest and most precious jewels there are.
And she knows, she isn’t the only one too.
“Okay fine but you gotta taste something that I want when we get there, alright?” Emma practically sees stars on those burning sapphires. Takemichi nods enthusiastically, before crushing her into a tight embrace. “You’re the best, Em!” he cried.
Also, her brother is strong , and despite his soft features Emma started to notice that there were muscles that started to build thanks to training in the Dojo. Emma couldn’t be more proud.
“Can I get this, this…this and oh! that please!”
Takemichi orders all different kinds of dessert for himself and his sister. The newly opened cafe looks so good, the ambiance is nice and looks quite fancy with the interior designs. Just entering the building you will get hit with the sweet scent aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee beans, just how he likes them. Takemichi promised Emma that he’ll be the one paying for everything today, serving as thanks for coming with him to Roppongi on a whim.
He glanced over to his right to see his sister waiting for him at the table. He smiles, making some notes to buy a batch of donuts for his brothers as well before they come home.
“Oh, What’s my doll doing here?” A deep and soothing voice made Takemichi whip his head right back. Sapphire was caught by lavender. “Ran-nii!” he beamed before hugging the older male. “Why, hello dear. What are you doing out here this late?”
The taller male is wearing a turtleneck with a coat on top, for the bottom he’s wearing trousers, and simple dress shoes, all in black color. On the contrary, wrapping around his neck is a fluffy white scarf that the younger thinks looks so soft.
Winter is nearing and it is already cold out. He wonders when snow will start falling from the sky.
Ran has always been so cool in Takemichi’s eyes. Always so kind to him, and his light teasing makes him all fuzzy inside.
When they pull away from the hug, he has to crank his neck to be able to see the other, “I’m here with my sister. ‘Just excited to try this new cafe” he explains as the elder’s hand stays on his shoulder.
The other hums, “Oh with Emma-chan, huh” and that’s when Takemichi notices that the elder was alone, “Where’s Rin-nii?” he asks, normally they’re glued to the hip, always seen with the other.
“He’s sleeping. I, on the other hand, am starving, that is why I’m here” Takemichi giggles, “Then, eat with us!” He beamed while the other shook his head, “I might be intruding on your precious sibling bonding.” The answer made Takemichi smile even more.
Ran-nii is so nice!
“It’s fine! Eating with more people makes the food tastier. Now, what do you want? My treat” Takemichi drags him over the counter. Ran all but chuckle at the younger's behaviour. “We can’t have that. I’ll pay for my own” Before the other could say anything he added, “You can treat me another time” He ends.
Takemichi sighs, not being able to refuse. Ran leans forward, eyes searching through the different treats before standing straight again. “I’ll have one Mont Blanc,” he says to the cashier.
“Mont Blanc?” the younger repeats his words. The elder smiles, “My favorite” At those words something sparkled in those sapphires and Ran can’t help but be amused, wondering what the little one is thinking.
Ran greeted Emma when they finished ordering. The three talked about trivial things. “Ran-san, how do you keep your hair healthy?” the girl questions, and the older hums, “I have this daily ritual that keeps it nice” Emma groans, “I’m jealous! You and Draken have good hair and I don’t even think Draken is doing anything special!” Takemichi laughs at his sister’s complaint.
“Why don’t you ask Izana? Your brother has some luscious hair too, especially when it was longer” Emma pauses for a moment before laying her head on the table, “Well, he said his hair just naturally is like that” she pouts and Ran lets out an amused laugh.
“I think your hair is perfectly fine, Emma” He comments “It doesn’t look fried?” she questioned, taking a strand of hair before twirling it, “Nah. Don’t stress it too much. If you want we could go to the salon together another time” the younger smiled at him, grateful. “I’d love to!”
Ran smiles back before speaking again, “Btw, do your brothers even know that you two are here?” Emma sips on her cinnamon frappe before answering, “Nope!” she gave him a cheeky grin.
Ran glanced at Takemichi, who was lost in thought. His face is blank as he stares at the cake in front of him. “Takemichi”
Though it was small, Ran noticed the smaller jolts. “Hmm? Hah, yes?” he said, looking straight at him. “No one knows that you’re here right now?”
“No, I just left a note”
Ran hums at the answer. “I think you should at least tell Izana that you’re here” Takemichi finally took a bite of his food. “Why? He’s just gonna annoy us” he whines, “Usually i don’t really mind them being clingy but these days they’re following me almost everywhere, they don’t even do that to Emma”
Ran thinks for a moment, it’s true that the Sanos including Emma are more adamant on keeping watch on their brother. He thinks back to the time when Izana found out that Takemichi was getting bullied, that’s where his and the rest of the Sano siblings’ possessive streak starts. He understands their actions though, he has Rindou with him and if anything happens to his lil bro, Ran would lose his mind.
And Rindou is capable of fighting, so what about Takemichi who’s much younger and looks like an angel and sounds like one too to be treated like crap? Being protective of him wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.
He turned his head towards the boy who was holding a fork for the younger to take, “Try this Em, it’s delicious” the ravenette said with a smile, and the girl took the piece of cake on the utensil, humming in the process. “Oh, it is!” she exclaimed as the other took another bite again of his own piece, “Right? I’ll be ordering some for our brothers as well before we go home” he beams.
Ran stares while sipping on his drink. Yeah.
He too, would be possessive as hell if Takemichi was his younger brother.
His phone vibrated and he looked at the notification to see his boss’s name pop up, picking up the phone he read the content of the message. He starts typing on his phone fast and after that he speaks, “I’ll take both of you home” he states, looking at his watch and simultaneously Takemichi looks at his phone for the time.
One thirty-two am lit up on his screen, the siblings both nodded. “It’s late Nii-chan, let’s go home,” Emma said, pulling at Takemichi’s arm as they stood up. “Okay, but first let me order something to bring home. You two can wait for me outside” he mutters, already walking toward the front.
She exhales deeply as white smoke comes out, looking up at the sky. The night seems to have so few stars today, “Ran-san, is it true that my brothers fought?” she asked, looking at him. The older hums, it’s clear that Emma doesn’t want Takemichi to hear about this since she could’ve asked this question to the hour they spent sitting down earlier.
“Not to each other but yes” He answered. He could tell that the younger had questions so Ran continued, “Gang related issues, Emma-chan, Nothing for you to be worried about” he left out the bullying part since he doesn't know whether or not Emma would like to hear or even know about it.
“Ran-san, when the person you love gets hurt, it’s okay to be mad about it, right?”
“Of course, it should be your normal response. To be mad, to be worried”
“What if it turns into aggression?”
Ran looks at her, who is already staring at him, “Care to elaborate?” He smiles when he sees Emma starting to fidget with her hands. “Um..When Michi gets hurt..some of us uh— gets really violent and starts to hurt other people..” Ran can easily guess who those people are.
“Are they involving innocent people?”
“No, I don’t think so..” He pats her on the head, “Then, what seems to be the problem?” He looks back at the shop, seeing the ravenette busy talking to the cashier. “Takemichi wouldn’t hate us if he ever finds out, right?” There was a sense of urgency in her voice that Ran frowned slightly.
Honestly, he doesn’t think Takemichi could ever hate anyone, dislike yes but hate? Much less his own family? It seems to be impossible but he sees the sense of concern though, the boy is nice and kind and he probably thinks that everyone deserves a second chance of something.
Quite naive thinking but Ran honestly thinks he they need it. Sort of like a balance from all the negativity in the world and to keep them grounded as well.
“Takemichi isn’t like that”
A giggle, much more livelier than earlier, “I know, I just hate someone trying to take advantage of my brother” The door opens from behind them and they hear Takemichi’s voice getting closer.
“Thank you, Ran-san. Now, I don't have to worry about it” The older just smiles, he really didn’t do anything but didn’t say anything nonetheless.
“Sorry for the wait, let’s go! Em, stay close to me, okay?” He opens his free hand and Emma takes it as they start walking, Ran sees the ravenette looking around their surroundings making sure there was no one following them. Ran chuckles at his cute action.
No one would harm them, Ran already made sure of that.
They entered Ran’s car since the train was already closed at this time. They blasted some music as Ran drove them home. When they finally arrived at the Sano residence, two figures were waiting for them at the gate.
Stepping outside the car, the two greeted their siblings. “You know it’s late” The older ravenette states looking straight at the blue-eyed boy, his arms crossed, voice already in a scolding tone, and Mikey was also standing beside Shinichiro, quietly staring at him with an unreadable gaze .
Takemichi just laughed and the slight nervousness in his voice was clear, “Nii-chan! …I brought some sweets” He slowly lifted his right hand showing a bunch of plastic bags, he gave them a lopsided grin.
Then, there was a pause, “..Sorry” They heard him quietly say.
And god, they all felt bad.
A big hand grabs one of his shoulders, “Takemichi right here, is excited for his brothers to try the flavor he picked. He’s been beaming all throughout the car ride, saying that you’ll like the ones with red bean paste inside, he even tries and guess which ones you’ll not like” Ran utters, a lazy grin making up to his face.
Something clicked in both brothers.
Takemichi’s face blooms into a red color, “Ran-nii, don’t say thaaaat” the ravenette whines, lightly hitting the older in the shoulder. The said male glanced at the two brothers standing and upon seeing their face he slightly laughed.
Ruffling both Takemichi and Emma’s hair, Ran finally said his goodbye, “It’s late I should probably head back before Rindou would look for me” he waves his hand at them.
“Thank you for taking them home, Ran” Shinichiro thanks him after snapping out of his trance and the other nods in acknowledgement. “Bye, Ran-nii! Please be careful on your way home” Takemichi said with a smile on his face.
As the Haitani leaves, Mikey immediately takes the bags out of Takemichi’s hand, and Shinichiro slinks his arm around the younger one while Emma is already inside the house.
“I’m not mad” Shinichiro softly mutters, he weaves his fingers through the dark hair reassuringly. “Just worried,” he adds and the younger giggles, “Sorry, I bought some sweets as an apology, would you accept it, Nii-chan?”
“Of cours—” As he said that, they saw Mikey already munching on the donuts, each one in his hands in the living room. His mouth is covered with strawberry cream. “—Mikey, you brat! Save some for me!” Shinichiro runs towards the gremlin.
“Nii-chan, save some for Izana too!” Emma screams.
Takemichi laughs, feeling all warm inside.
Takemichi was with his classmates enjoying their lunch break as they sat on the rooftop of their school.
“Look, I found a porn magazine near in our classroom” Makoto shouts, waving the said item in his hand. “Awesome! Let me look at them” Yamagishi excitedly, holding his sandwich. Takemichi just sighs when he sees his friends gather around in a circle.
“C’mon Takemichi!”
“I’m really not interested in those..”
“Just try it, you might even find a type” One of them pulled him towards the rest. Takemichi scratches his neck before Makoto shoves the magazine in front of his face. Irritated, he grabs the item, “Really guys? I don’t know why you’re forcing me to do this every time you find porn” They laughed, “Cuz we never really saw you being interested in anyone!” Akkun whined out, making Takemichi roll his eyes.
“Porn does not make it any better” He states as Akkun lightly punches his shoulder, “True but those guys really want to know more than I do” he says, pointing at the directions of their friends who suddenly were really invested in the porn magazine.
“Ewww! Makoto, what the fuck is this?” Yamagishi suddenly yelled out, throwing the magazine straight on the taller male. “What?!”
“I don’t wanna see incest roleplay dude” Yamagishi grumply steals some fries from Takuya who was peacefully watching them. “Those are turn offs for me, I would prefer some ropes instead,” he added.
“Yamagishi you freak”
“I don’t wanna hear that from you ”
Akkun suddenly snatches the magazine, looking at what Yamagishi was saying, “ B-Brother, mom might find us if we don’t stop! …Shh, if you keep quiet we’ll— ” Takuya smacks the back of his head to stop him from reading.
“Akkun, shut the fuck up, Yamagishi is seconds away from jumping off the rooftop” Makoto laughs, as the said flips off the male with a plum pompadour.
“You guys are idiots,” Takemichi snorts.
“It was Yamagishi who started this shit”
“Hey, I just do not like the thought of someone fucking their own siblings, alright?”
“It’s porn, Yamagishi, porn. It’s all fake. There are worse kinks than incest, you know that”
“Yeah, like Vorarephilia”
“Dude, stop, i’m actually going to throw up”
“Well, I’m surprised you don’t dislike how Takemichi interacts with his siblings,” Takuya mutters.
Yamagishi sits up from laying on the ground, “Nah, I know a lot of people that kiss their siblings’ cheek when greeting them or saying goodbye, so it’s not weird. As long as they don’t do something weird like kissing them on the lips then I don't see the problem. And Takemichi is really affectionate in general, right Michi?” He says going for a hug, only for the male to shove him away, they all laugh at Yamagishi who is pouting.
“You wounded me, Takemichi” The said male just giggles but doesn't say anything.
“Well yeah, if it’s in real life I would be pretty disgusted by it and not just that, it’s kinda fucked up if you think about it” The taller male utters, picking up the fallen magazine on the floor.
The bell rings indicating that their lunch break is finally over. “It’s weird…?” Takemichi whispers to himself. “Huh? Did you say something, Takemichi?”
“Ah—nothing, c’mon let’s head back to our classroom”
After that, Takemichi didn’t say anything else.
He sits in their room, silently with his thoughts.
Fingers scratching his skin, Takemichi dwells on his current thoughts. “But Manjirou said it’s normal..I wonder what Yamagishi was talking about. Is it weird? I thought you could kiss someone you really love? Did I hear my brother wrong? No, he would’ve said something when we kissed. But then again, he said that I can only do it with him, does that mean I’m not allowed to do it with someone else because it’s bad? Huh, why am I doubting my brother—Manjirou-nii already said before that this is normal! You’re overthinking this…—”
“Takemitchy!”
He jolts, ah, I spaced out again.
“Shit, you’re bleeding” Takemichi gets greeted by those obsidian eyes that are currently filled with worry. A hand stops his own and he looks down to see red. He’s scratching his own skin again , the blood doesn't drip but it sits in the wound that is currently opening when he digs his nails more.
With gentle hands, the wound gets treated with his brother squeezing his hand every now and then. “I’m sorry” he said, looking at their intertwined fingers. Something brushed against his cheek and Takemichi looked up to see Mikey looking at him with a soft expression.
Ah, why am I getting teary?
“What’s wrong, baby?” The older puts his forehead on his, his blond locks tickling Takemichi slightly. He stayed silent not trusting his own voice to speak, instead he just held Mikey’s arm as if to balance himself before he exhaled trying to stop himself from crying.
The blond tilts his head before leaning in to press his lips onto those tears that are threatening to fall, “Takemitchy” he mutters, his other hand going to the ravenette’s hair, combing them slowly massaging his scalp. “Takemitchy” Mikey whispers, he moves closer, kissing the back of his ear as the other shivers.
“ Takemitchy ” He said once more, even softer this time.
And this time, Takemichi let out a choked sob.
Mikey felt his hand being tightly held, fingernails digging into his skin but he didn’t care and just pulled the younger in a hug. He knew Takemichi was already crying, from the way he breathed heavily, his shoulders trembling all the way to the sound of his heart beat.
He starts nibbling the tip of his ear, and he hears Takemichi release a breath. “Close your eyes for me” he mutters and even though he can’t see the younger’s face he could tell that he obliged.
Mikey knows how to calm him down, he always does. He’s the one who knows Takemichi best. He’s always knows what's best for him.
As long as they don’t do something weird like kissing them on the lips then I don't see the problem.
I would be disgusted by it. It’s kinda fucked up if you think about it.
When Mikey’s hot breath hits his neck he snaps.
The blond felt the younger shove him away, “Takemitchy?” he stares at him in confusion and worry.
The boy laughed nervously, “S-Sorry…I need to go to the bathroom…!” he hurriedly ran outside of their room, not meeting Mikey’s eyes while doing so.
Silence illuminated the room, when the younger leaves their bedroom. The blond slacked his jaw, annoyed. His eyes darkening, “Ah, my Mitchy is starting to doubt me”
That’s no good.
Mikey taps on his desk, staring blankly at the wall. His Takemitchy didn’t walk with him today since he said he’ll be busy with a school project. It's been a couple of days now since it started. Mikey sighs, swirling his phone around.
you: Takemitchyyyy, i’ll pick you up later [2:34 pm]
my mitchy: it’s alright, my friend said he’ll give me a ride [2:40 pm]
you: okay! let me know what time you’ll be heading home :) [2:40 pm]
Mikey closes his phone, “He’s avoiding me now”
It was getting dark when Takemichi arrived home from school, “Ah, Nii-chan! Welcome home, you’re just in time for dinner” Emma said, greeting her brother with a hug, “Thanks, Em” the ravenette smiled, going upstairs to change. He opens the door to see Mikey laying on their bed, blankly staring at the ceiling.
“You’re back” he looks at him.
“I’m home, Mikey-nii..”
After that, Takemichi didn’t talk any further and just started fixing his things before changing. The silence was prominent in the room as it created the tension and awkwardness in the air. Though, in the middle of changing his clothes he felt hands sneaking up on his waist.
Mikey sees the younger jolts before immediately turning around, causing him to hit the wall behind him. Takemichi winces, and Mikey was about to reach out when he sees him backing away from his touch.
Mikey stops, putting his hand away.
“I’ll be downstairs” the blond says, before leaving the room.
Once the door closed Takemichi slid down to the floor with his hands on his head, “What am i doing?” he whispers to himself before wiping the tears that are threatening to fall.
The door suddenly opens revealing the elder and Takemichi stands up, trying to act as if nothing happened. “Did you and Manjirou fight, Michi?” Shinichiro said, closing the door behind him.
“No, why?” He answers, fixing his shirt. “You two didn’t come downstairs together” He states like it was the obvious thing in the world, making Takemichi confused.
“You two never walked solo for dinner” he added and Takemichi froze. Upon seeing his reaction, Shinichiro chuckles before ruffling his hair, “Come down, dinner is ready”
The door closed once again and this time Takemichi clutched his chest. Were we always this close to each other? Nii-chan has to be exaggerating right? There’s no way there isn’t a day where we didn’t walk together to eat. Takemichi lets out a frustrated sigh, “Shit, maybe i’m the one who’s making him do all of this, because i’m younger he always go with my whims”
He stops when he feels a sting in his arm, he looks down, ah, the wound opens again. He took some issues, wiping the blood off before finally going downstairs to eat.
They started to get ready to sleep and the two entered their room quietly. Takemichi was the first one to lay on the bed as he faced the wall, “Goodnight, Nii-chan” he said, before trying to go to sleep. He doesn’t hear any response, instead he feels the bed dips and someone is lying next to him.
There was silence and the younger was about to fall asleep when his brother’s voice woke him up. “Takemitchy, are you mad at me?” it was more chilly in the room than before, and he doesn’t think it was because winter is nearing.
“No, of course not”
“Then, are you scared of me?”
“I’m not, why would I be?”
“Then what is it?” Takemichi stilled for a moment when Mikey’s voice became firm, “What?” is all he could mutter out. “Tell me why you look so conflicted when I tried to touch you, do you not trust me anymore? ” His voice felt so close to his ear, it sounded so sad and his heart started to rise.
“No..” Takemichi’s voice came out like a whisper, a whimper. “You can be honest with me, Takemichi. I will try to understand. If you want, I can sleep in our guestroom from now on, so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I won’t be a bother to you anymor—”
Mikey stops talking when Takemichi suddenly moves and is now facing him, “Nonono, I- hic ! I trust you, please, you’re not hic bothering me– I’m sorry, I’m sorry— you know I hate being alone don’tsaythatdon’tleaveme— I-..” the younger clings onto him, already crying his eyes out.
He held the younger tight in his arms, “Baby…” the blond muttered, “I’m just scared..pleasepleaseplease I don’t hate you. Don’tleavedon’tleave” Takemichi softly sobs. Mikey gently pushes his hair back, removing the bangs away from his forehead. “Calm down, baby. Come on, take deep breaths for me, yeah? I’m not going anywhere” he softly mutters, as he intertwines their fingers together.
Mikey sat both of them up, as he rested on the headboard of the bed with the boy on his lap, and slowly rocks the both of them back and forth. Minutes passed when someone broke the silence “Manjirou” he hears the rasp in the younger’s voice, he lifts his face up to look at him.
“Say my name ” the boy said, and Mikey smiles, all teeth, caressing those tear-stained chubby cheeks, “Takemitchy” he replied, “Again..please” this time Mikey moves his face closer, his breath hitting the younger’s skin, “My Takemitchy” he says again, and before the other could even get a word out Mikey closes the distance between them.
Finally crashing his lips to his, so greedy and desperate and most of all, possessive. When their lips touched, it felt hot, almost as if his lips were on fire.
It felt so good, so perfect.
The kiss and Him.
It’s been so long since I tasted his lips.
He pulled away, “I’m sorry, did I scare you when I used your normal name, Takemitchy?” Mikey chuckles when he sees the said boy nodded.
“You kill me, My Mitchy” He kisses him on the forehead.
It was already the next day, and Mikey has been patiently waiting for a perfect time to ask his Mitchy. He didn’t ask him last night, too preoccupied to make Takemichi all comfy and reassured, and to let the younger to rest.
He doesn’t want him to be distressed even more.
But today, there was something bugging him. Something at the back of his mind tells him that he should just take a look on the younger’s phone to see who the bastard that started all of this. Something whispers to him.
Hurry up and dispose of the ones responsible for this.
If he doesn’t ask Takemichi, he wouldn’t get suspicious, and the problem would be taken care of, isn’t that a win-win?
Yes, it is.
And thus, Mikey took Takemichi’s phone who was currently taking a shower and started scrolling.