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Prologue: Jaded

13 years ago, their parents died in a car accident. The elder brother…Takahiro (now 31), dutifully took care of his younger brother…Misaki (now 21), without complaining once. They cared deeply for each other, but after the accident, Misaki was never the same. He remained top of his class, but his attitude was jaded and over the past three years, it had only gotten worse.

Misaki had always been a fan of the female species. He was average in height and stature, but wickedly beautiful nonetheless. He had stunning green eyes, messy chestnut brown hair, and a seemingly irresistible smile. He was currently a sophomore at Mitsuhashi University in Tokyo, again, top of his class.

Takahiro was not concerned with his academics, he was actually rather proud, but lately he was becoming more and more concerned with his little brothers actions. There were no drugs involved, at least none that he was aware of, and only occasional partying…although his drinking was becoming a little more than recreational and Takahiro was lost at how to get through to him.


Misaki was certainly jaded…that he himself was well aware of. Since his parents accident was his fault, and he stole his beloved older brothers youth…how could he not be jaded. After he turned 18 and started at Mitsuhashi, he inadvertently lost himself in exploring as many pleasures as possible. He had taken a few virginities in high school, but the junior and senior college girls were a much more tantalizing challenge.

Sex and alcohol…those he was good at…and in college, there was a never ending supply. However, the less fulfilled he felt, the more erratically he started to search. All his life he was empty. It wasn't that he was a loner, he had lots of friends (and fan clubs for that matter), just deep down inside no matter how hard he tried, he remained empty and jaded. He had no interest in the people around him, at least not for very long, and faking his breathtaking smile was beginning to be exhausting.

He searched desperately for human contact, believing that one day someone would set his skin ablaze…yet with each and every woman that passed…the icier his heart became. He had grown overcomingly bored with using his suave demeanor to nab women that would never matter. There were even a few men, that in a drunken slur of boldness, he allowed himself to tease a little…but they never mattered either. Love was just a distant concept that he yearned for, but gave up on long ago. He told himself, if anyone didn't deserve to be loved…it was most assuredly him.

Yep, he was jaded…most defiantly…inexplicably…jaded.


Takahiro sat back on the couch observing his little brother carefully, trying desperately to devise a plan to help his brother break free from the dark aura engulfing him. Misaki had just come in from class, and was now standing at the table reading one of his new favorite novels.

He stood at about 5'10" and weighed about 145 pounds. His chestnut hair was wisped incoherently over his face. His soft jawline was tilted upwards, allowing the kitchen light to bounce off it rather intricately. His deep green eyes were focused intently on the words before him, and even half-lidded as he concentrated they were sparkling and intense.

He was wearing a black button up shirt, that slightly fell over one shoulder more than the other as he leaned against the chair for support, and the top several buttons were undone…revealing his smooth milky chest ever so delicately. His shirt was untucked from his baggy dark denim jeans, and the top of his boxers were showing on one side, also showing one side of the V that was created by his toned abdomen and his sharp hip bones.

Takahiro had to admit, it was evident why the girls swooned over his little brother…he was attractive to say the least, and in many forms of the word…beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, Takahiro finally came up with an idea to set his brother on the right path. He smiled, a big wide smile, when the thought came to mind…

To Be Continued