Ok, So this is an accidentshipping fanfic
Here are a couple things you should know before diving in-
1. This was written before episode 58
2. This is AU- no dueling involved
3. What's written below is more of a prologue than a chapter. I wanted to test the waters a bit first since this is my first real fanfic and I'm still toying with the plot. Plus I want to hear some opinions before I continue
4. Shiro is what I've seen RPers refer to Shark's sister as, so I just kinda went with it since she still doesn't have a name
ALSO! If you have any suggestions for IV's real name, feel free to make suggestions!
I guess that's it? Ok. Read and enjoy!
Some people just hate each other. It's a simple fact of life. Personalities clash, situations arise, people get hurt… Whatever the reason for the resentment, hatred burns all the same. It burns endlessly, like the sun itself, fueling ill intentions and vengeance. I hate it. I hate hatred. It's ironic, I know, but if you had experienced all that I have, you would understand.
It begins with me, Shiro, and my older brother, Ryoga. We are very close, since the difference in our age is barely over a year. We depend on each other heavily due to our living conditions- Our father is an alcoholic. He doesn't beat us or abuse us, or anything of that nature. In fact, he doesn't even acknowledge us. He comes home from work, or the bars, or wherever it is he spends his days, and he collapses either on the couch or his bed, and that's all we see of him. Not a word is spoken, not a single loving or respectful gesture is made. I don't know what goes through that alcohol-hazed mind of his, but I'm almost certain he doesn't want us around. Maybe the experience of losing his wife was too much for him to handle…? Or maybe he just plain hates us…
But digress.
As I was saying, Ryoga and I are inseparable. We give each other more love and support than our father would ever be able to provide- For example, Ryoga's hobby is street-racing on his motorcycle. There are so many things wrong with this- Nevermind that he's a minor and doesn't even have a permit. Racing implies staying out after curfew, interacting with people who may not be seen as healthy influences, and accelerating to speeds obscenely higher than the speed limit on public roads. Even though Ryoga won't let me anywhere near these races, I still give him my full, unwavering support by ensuring that our father and any other authority figure remain unaware of his activities, and being there to congratulate or soothe him upon his return. Even though I don't really approve of what he does, I know that it's one of the few things that brings him joy in this world. And when he comes home, grinning triumphantly from his latest victory, I know that my little sins are well worth it. He is my big brother and my best friend. I could never do anything to upset him. I love him too much to put him through any sort of distress.
Though our lives are far from perfect, we make the most of what we have, and can be content with the fact that we have each other to lean on.
But of course, the way our fortune works, bliss can never last long. All that we knew, all that had remained constant through the years, would soon change.
All because of him.