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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ONIICHAN TO ISSHO, ITS IDEAS, ITS CHARACTERS, ITS LOGOS, NOR ITS CONCEPT. THEY BELONG TO HARI TOKEINO. THANK YOU.

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The brunette girl sat up in bed, her short hair sticking in all directions. She turned around in her futon to make sure that no one was there, as was there had been the first day she had moved in. But that was four years ago. She smiled to herself when she noticed the long-haired blond lying next to her, his t-shirt too large and exposing his pale shoulder. She felt her face heat up so she turned away and snickered as the man snored. Silly brother.

She pulled herself to her feet, her nightgown's hem falling around her knees, and crossed over the floor towards the dresser sitting in the corner. Gathering her clothes for the day, she walked to her bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder at the man. His legs were bent at an awkward position and he was now hugging the warm pillow to his chest and face. The girl felt like laughing out loud as feelings bubbled up, a mixture of anger, shyness and love. Shaking her head to get rid of these feelings, she turned around and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It didn't matter what he did or said, or the fact that they had thought they were related. Even if he acted weird or did stupid things.

Masashi would always be her first love.

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"Sakurachan! Breakfast is ready!" the orange haired boy called out, a blush tinging his cheeks as his sister came into the room. "Oh," he grumbled, "you're already here." He turned on his heels and stormed away, leaving the girl standing there in confusion.

"Wha ... ? Tsuyoshikun!" She began to run after him when a cool palm was set on her shoulder. She turned to see her older brother standing there, shaking his head. The light reflected off of his glasses.

"Just leave him, Sakurachan."

"O-Oh ... " she blushed and nodded, "okay, Takashi ... " she glanced back towards the door that was partially opened. She could see her other brother stomping up the stairs and into his bedroom. She sighed heavily. Such a temper he had. And she hadn't even done anything! A thought crossed through her mind that made her cringe. Hopefully he didn't see her eldest brother in her room -- he'd be dead before anyone could make it up the stairs!

There was the soft padding of socks on the bamboo floor behind the two. Sakura turned to see her tallest brother, whom was the youngest, standing there. He looked down at her and nodded. The corner of his lip twitched in a smile. She grinned back and ran up to him, giving him a hug. Her arms wrapped around his waist, which was all she could reach. The older patted her head softly, his cheeks turning a pale pink color.

"Good morning, Takeshikun," she sighed into his chest, pulling back. The man nodded again before trudging off towards the dining room. Then she turned back to Takashi, whom was cleaning his glasses, and smiled.

"A-And good morning to you too," she said. He pushed his glasses back on and smiled, closing his eyes.

"Good morning, Sakurachan."

The teacher then walked out of the kitchen and towards the dining room where his younger brother was setting the low table. Sakura turned back, preparing to take out a bowl of food when her eyes were met with the figure of her brother, standing in the doorway. His eyes were closed and he was leaning his arm against the frame of the door, still in his pajama shirt. His long hair was draped around his shoulders, which were bare, and his back. His bangs were brushed softly across his forehead and his face tinged red. He yawned and stretched, which raised his shirt over his knees.

Blinking, he looked over at his younger sister whom was staring in horror at him. He blinked a few more times before he began to cross the kitchen, his bare feet making soft suction noises. "Sakurachan? What's wrong?"

The girl felt her face heat up as he came closer. She stepped back, holding onto her spatula like a weapon and clutching a dishtowel to her chest. "N-No! Don't come any closer!"

"What? Sakura? What's the matter?" His eyes were large, ovular discs. A bright mix of violet and burgundy, shining in the morning light pouring in through both the ceiling fixtures and the windows. He opened his mouth to call out her name again, but it was too late. The girl's knees buckled and she fell to the floor, fainting. Everything went black before she hit the tile, so she didn't feel anything. But she heard Masashi let out a cry.

"S-Sakura!"

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The girl awoke, her head hurting and dizzy. She looked around slowly at the room. Her temples were pulsing. She let out a soft groan as she sat up, rubbing the back of her head, when it was her forehead that hurt.

"What happened ... ?" she murmured to herself.

"You fainted."

Her head snapped up, which sent a shock of pain through her, to see her older brother sitting on the edge of the bed. His long hair was now tied up in a high pony. He wore a dressy white shirt that was missing the top two buttons, and slim black pants. He looked over at her, worry filling his eyes.

"Are you all right?"

She blushed, "I'm fine, Masashi."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

" .... your face is red."

"S-So?" she blushed even harder, "It doesn't matter."

"Are you sick?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I told you, n-nothing!" she stammered. She reeled back as the man stood and walked closer. She tried to pull away as he reached out and touched the side of her face with his hand.

"You're ... " he paused as he moved her bangs out of the way and placed his forehead against hers. Her eyes widened and her face flushed as he stared back at her. He was so close. "You're burning up." He pulled back as she let out a grunt.

"I-I'm fine!"

"Are you sure? I can take care of you."

"I can take care of myself. O-Or Takashi can."

" ... Nope. I can." Before she could protest, the man left the room. She heard rustling and then clunking. In a few minutes, the man returned. As he stepped into the doorway, he flashed a smile and struck a pose. One arm in the air, one hand on his hip. His bare legs, which were, in fact, shaved, peeked out from underneath the short hem of the white dress. The silver zipper led up from the center of the dress, starting from his bellybutton up to his throat. Two red crosses sat over either side of his chest, where pockets would be, and his long arms were pulled out from short cap sleeves. His long hair was let out and curled, his bangs pinned to the side with a black bobbypin.

Atop of his head was a hat. Flat on the bottom, curved on the top. In the center of the white hat was another large red cross. Sakura also noticed that he had on white heels.

The man, dressed as a nurse, approached her. He held up a red plastic bag that sloshed with water along with a thermometer, "Time to take your temperature," he said in his feminine voice. As she stepped closer, she could see a shadow bounce on the ground just outside of the door. Suddenly her other brother appeared in the hall. Not her second eldest, the teacher. Nor the tall and silence one. But the other. The angry one with a short temper.

Tsuyoshi.

The orange-haired boy stopped and stared into the room, his eyes focusing on the "woman" bent over the bed and trying to force the thermometer into the younger girl's mouth. Finally it all registered and his eyes narrowed into a glare. One that defined the phrase, "If looks could kill."

The brunette let out a soft whisper that made no sense, "Ts ... oshi," until the blond turned and looked. There was the angry man, his black aura swirling to create a horrible atmosphere. Masashi let out a peep which turned into a shriek.

"I-I wasn't doing anything!" he said, his voice high and scared.

"Get ... away .. from ... Sakura .. you ... PERVERT!"

As her eldest hid his face with his hands and shrieked again, and the younger came charging at him, Sakura felt light headed. Realizing this, Tsuyoshi let out a disgruntled sound.

"S-Sakura?!"

For the second time that day, Sakura fainted.