Unfair
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It wasn't fair.
Being the youngest was supposed to be fun and exciting. Being the youngest was supposed to mean being spoiled and pampered. It was supposed to mean that older siblings had to take care of you and make sure you were okay. Being the youngest was supposed to be the best damn place to be.
But not for Uesugi Tatsuha.
No.
For him, being youngest meant being in line for responsibilities an older sibling had shirked. It meant having to pick up after said older siblings when he already couldn't seem to manage to pick up after himself. It meant watching them go out into the world, giving their Dad the finger and doing whatever the hell they pleased… And listening to Dad complain at every opportunity that they had done what they did, and being warned against all those 'mistakes' the siblings were making when really, it looked like a lot of fun and he honestly wanted to do the same.
It meant watching them go out there, get what they want, and become… happy.
Mika was happily married. Her husband entertained her in more ways than most marriages ever saw. She had always been a bossy tart and now her husband, a man strong enough to keep her in line, had bossed her over. She was whipped, and she, in turn, whipped her husband. It was an even match both out and (Tatsuha was not proud to know this) in bed.
Eiri, too, uncontrollable and arrogant as ever, had shockingly settled down just as contentedly. He had that cute little pert-assed lover of his to keep him satisfied. Satisfied… at any hour of the day, considering the ways Eiri could weasel the brat away from NG when he really wanted to. Oh and when he wanted to… and yes, Tatsuha had indeed had the misfortune of overhearing them go at it like animals one afternoon he had sneaked over.
Feh, and he had been trying to surprise them.
And Tatsuha envied them all.
He wanted to go out into the world and find his own match. He wanted the time to leisurely explore… taste. He wanted to be able to go to Nittle Grasper concerts, travel, play sports or even just sit around and lounge. No temple duties, no understudying to his Dad, no people to explain Buddhism to, no chatty old biddies who couldn't mind their own businesses, and no pesky kids trying to upset the Temple's garden ornaments.
But no.
He was the youngest.
It was just. Not. Fair.
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