Title: Sister of Dragons

Summary: A series of one-shots revolving around a girl from our world being born into theirs, but not as any regular person, but as the sister, older or younger, of a Dragon. Whether it be the Original Dragons or the Present, expect Fluff and Angst Galore!

Word Count: ~1800

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Akatsuki No Yona; but Chae-Seon is of my creation.

Notes: While I say one-shots, it's very likely that some chapters will be related to one another. Really depends on my mood, inspiration, etc. I write this as self-indulgence fluff and angst, feel free to venture a look…

Also, NO BETA. Again, written for fun, so there may be some grammar errors. Feel free to go Nazi, I appreciate constructive criticism, but flames shall be used to make smores. And, it's been around a decade since I last wrote on Fanfiction. I'll admit, it's kind of nice to be posting something on here, but it's definitely not my priority with work.

Warnings: Alternative Universe, Original Character, Language, Violence, Blood, Emotional Angst, etc.

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~~~~~~Bean Buns~~~~~~

Little Sister of Jae-Ha

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Sibling: Jae-Ha the Ryokuryuu

Position: Precious Little Sister

Brother's Age: 11

Her Age: 8

Summary: It's just Bean Buns. Admittedly better than what he's used to, but still just food. So why…so why is he crying?

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"Pssst! Jae-Ha… are you alone?"

Even though he knew he shouldn't respond, should just pretend to be asleep, or, better yet, convince the owner of that voice to leave, he found himself speaking. "Yes, the coast's clear."

A small head popped into the doorway followed by an equally small body. It was a small girl, with matted green hair that was braided in a simple ponytail. Like everyone else in this forsaken village, she was far thinner than any child her age should be with a pinched expression on her face. However, her expression was not one of disgust towards him, but rather annoyance at his living environment.

"Chae-Seon," He said, a smile growing on his face despite himself—breaking his only recently lip open once more, but oh well. "I thought I said not to risk coming here more than once a week?"

He was really too soft on her, should be chasing her out like any of the adults would if they saw her here, but he couldn't help it. When one's only other constant companion in this village was Garou who enjoyed beating his face in when not lamenting their fate as Ryokuryuu, it was hard to not be a bit selfish—especially when it involved the presence of one's delightful and cute little sister.

Chae-Seon glared at him in a way that simultaneously made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as well as make him gush over how adorable she was. He knew that she didn't appreciate him calling her cute all the time, but he couldn't help it. Even if her maturity was off the scales, she was still his precious little sister of eight years of age. While he didn't exactly meet any other children his age—or anyone else at all—he knew that she was quite odd for her age, but it just charmed him all the more.

"I had the chance, I took it," She said with a scowl, as if he was the one being unreasonable and foolish, before reaching behind her and bringing out what looked to be a small wrapped sack. "Now do you want a Bean Bun or not?"

She unwrapped the tiny bundle, revealing two small, but undoubtedly baked pieces of bread filled with red bean paste. His traitorous stomach gurgled despite himself and his hand shook as he tried to restrain his urge to reach out and grab them both. The Ryokuryuu were purposely fed little—more like starved—in order to keep their strength and willpower down, in order to prevent escape.

Of course, Chae-Seon didn't care about such things—as mind boggling as it was, when their father was…never mind—and often snuck him food, often a variety of types. It made him concerned, because he was rather certain that the other villagers didn't have such things—even while starving two Ryokuryuu, the village had a difficult time supplying food—so where could she had gotten it? He knew that his charming little sister had…sticky…fingers, and that was one of the ways she supplied him with extra, but he honestly didn't know where a treat like this could have come from.

As if reading his mind, she scowled—ah, so adorable yet terrifying—once more, jerking the small Bean Buns towards him. "I didn't steal," She said, her lip pursuing in a pout. "I traded it with the merchants for that rabbit I caught."

'And how did you manage to trade with the merchants with none the wiser?' He thought wryly, but decided not to let it go—just this once.

But, still, looking down at the Bean Buns, he found himself struggling still. As said before, the village did not have a steady supply of food. The surrounding farmlands were scarce, and the people too suspicious and fearful at the possible discovery of the Ryokuryuu to venture outwards for trade, so it wasn't surprising.

But there was another matter, a much more important one.

Ever since he discovered that he had a little sister, had Chae-Seon in his life, he had tried to be a good big brother (disregarding their first meeting). It was hard, being in chains all day, and only seeing her anywhere from once a week to once a month, but he still tried. It would be terrible of him to eat such a treat, one that she had more than earned herself—he wasn't sure how young children starting hunting, but he thought eight was rather impressive and far harder than she made it seem given the shortage of food in the village—and traded for. He didn't know the value of things, so if this was all she got from the trade it would be rather terrible of him too…

"Jae-Ha."

He looked up, and found a sorrowful expression on her face. It was then he realized that her palms were on his face, and that he had started trembling. She stroked his forehead, seeming not to mind his dirty scalp—though he did see her scowl at his bruises, but he tried to ignore that—and ran her small fingers through his hair comfortingly.

"It's okay," She murmured into his hair, her touch both frightening—and wasn't that pretty miserable, he was too used to touch meaning pain that he feared his eight-year-old sister who had always treated him so tenderly—and covetous comforting. "I understand, it's okay…"

He huffed out a breath, trying to speak but failing to do so. He was shaking so bad, as if it was the middle of winter and he was wishing that the cold chill of the night was death finally freeing him—

Her fingers firmed their touch, doing that odd thing where it rubbed around his ears, over his cheeks, before trailing up to his forehead. Most of the time, she also pressed kisses wherever she touched, but this time it was evident that she just wanted him to know that she was here and ease him through his panic attack.

'Such tiny hands,' He thought bitterly. 'Yet they take upon the burden of holding me up. How pathetic I am.'

Soon, his breathing evened out and he found himself resting his forehead on her small shoulder. There wasn't even enough room for him to lay his full forehead down, that was how small she was. Yet, she still stood strong, making him wonder, sometimes, who the elder sibling in this situation was… He truly was such a worthless big brother…

"Jae-Ha," She spoke, her tone a bit firmer. "Eat."

The next thing he knew, one of the Bean Buns were being pressed to his mouth. The flaky crust was unsurprisingly cold and stiff, probably had been days since it had been cooked, but still held the soft scent of flour and yeast mixed with the red paste and what smelled to be some sort of nut.

Jae-Ha breathed in, the smell hitting him once more, and, with a shaking—weak—jaw, opened his mouth. He felt so ashamed when she pushed it in and he bit down, his fangs entering the bread before securing a piece for him to chew.

The sweet tang of the red bean paste was the first thing to register in his head, then the dry crust of the bread. It was, undoubtedly, superior to anything he had ever eaten before—his diet was mostly that of raw eggs and bits of rice. Despite his desire to savor it, found himself chewing faster and faster, the crust breaking apart inside of his mouth as he relished the feeling of having a full-mouth.

He sniffled, the wonderful smell of the bread filling his nostrils once, before realizing that there was some sort of liquid running down his cheeks. He wanted to stop, to compose himself—what are you doing you idiot, Chae-Seon shouldn't see you like this—but found he couldn't control his actions.

Jae-Ha felt tears run down his face, but continued chewing and swallowing the small treat like some sort of pig. Before he knew it, the Bean Bun was gone—he yearned—and he found himself eyeing the second with a sort of raw need. He knew that he must have look more inhumane than ever, dirty, bruised, dressed in rags, while greedily eyeing that Bean Bun—but her expression never changed.

Instead, she wordlessly pressed the second Bean Bun to his lips.

Before he could stop himself, he had jerked forward—like some animal who lived only on impulse—and was now chewing the second Bean Bun—her Bean Bun—with such fervor and speed that he feared he would get ill if not for how small the piece of bread was.

Far too soon, he found himself lying backwards against the stone, the metal of his chains jingling as he settled, suddenly feeling exhausted both physically and mentally. That small amount of food was somehow enough to sate him, despite his eleven-year-old and still-growing body. He knew, however, that it was less the food, and more the person who had given it.

He risked a glance at her, deeply ashamed to his core that he had so carelessly eaten up her hard-earned dessert, but, as he expected, there was only a smile on her face.

"Do you feel better?" She asked, as if this was what she had intended all along. It probably was, from what he knew of her. His darling little sister was clever, sneaky in a way beyond her current age, and never got deterred by obstacles in her path. If she did, she wouldn't be here right now. Even after all the punishments and scolding she had received about coming anywhere near here, she still snuck in whenever she had the chance, greeting him with a wide smile—even if it was hidden behind sorrow too old for her—and warm companionship. He knew it had to be something she was born with, to so clearly defy centuries long of traditions and hate to approach him—blood brother or not; their parents certainly didn't care about such things—and found himself amazed as always.

Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel satisfaction and wretchedness both grow inside of him, the former getting stronger and eventually overpowering the latter. His sister was truly a stubborn creature, and got upset whenever he tried to deter her, so who was he to try? And if there was no use trying…even if it made him a terrible older brother…how could he not feel so happy?

"It was good." He spoke softly, his voice hoarse despite himself.

That smile that appeared on her face as he said that, made all the guilt at eating the Bean Buns, at being such a horrible person, all the more worth it.

That night, when Garou beat him bad enough that he threw up the precious bits of bread that Chae-Seon had snuck him, he still didn't regret it.

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Fluffy and angsty, just like I promised. Tell me what you think! I was going to have Garou in this—besides his little cameo there at the end—but I thought it was a good place to stop. It was somewhat inspired by the short story, A Glass of Milk by Maneul Rojas, as well as my own knowledge with starvation and trauma.