A/N: Damn. Another insomniac update.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skip Beat!
alitablake: This isn't what I promised you, but I hope you like it all the same.
Sho's Defeat
Kyoko had the universe and its answers laid at her feet. Though she was hardly surprised—mathematically it checked—she could begin work on a Ren model that was superior to her raggedy Sho doll.
Cain took the curtain from her hand and impatiently drew it closed. "You were letting in the cold air," he whined, as though seeing him in all of God's glory was a regular occurrence.
Kyoko short circuited and Setsu-chan took over. She giggled to herself and skipped out of the bathroom into her jammies. Never mind the shower she wanted! Cain probably used up all the hot water, considering all the steam that curled around his unmatched nudity. As she drifted into sleep, a pretty smirk spread on her mouth. She'd gotten all she'd ever want out of that shower.
She was so proud of Cain.
Before she knew it, a heavy weight launched itself onto her side of the bed. Setsu checked the time and growled kittenishly. "I want to sleeeeeep now. I can play later."
"Nope," Cain said, and Setsu knew she wasn't going to.
"Whaaaat, then?" She shoved the pillow over her head.
Cain crawled on top of her. "You laughed at me earlier. What was so funny?"
This really could have waited until the morning.
"It wasn't about you," she murmured groggily.
"Was it another boy? Were you comparing me to a boy that big brother should know about?"
Setsu, with her odd sense of humor, couldn't keep it in at this point—the toxic mix of her pride, Sho's defeat, and the hilarity of Cain being her big, big brother.
Cain, thinking that he was on the unfavorable side of the comparison, picked up the pillow that barely muffled her screams of laughter. He fluffed the pillow menacingly, as a final warning to Setsu-chan.
"Wait, wait, don't punish me. I was thinking that Fuwa was smaller! Way smaller! No contest!" It was more accurate to report that Tsuruga Ren was longer than Fuwa Sho, and Kyoko wasn't thinking about their names.
That was pretty much the only thing Setsu could say to ward off all plush pillow-related torture, and Cain's eternal resentment.
"Well, I guess that's okay then. Big brother can beat up anyone smaller." He was feeling good.
"Men." Setsu squirmed. "Quit poking me. You know I don't like it."
Startled, Ren looked down. With his face ashen, he clambered stiffly off their bed, knuckles white from clutching Kyoko's pillow. He knew why the blood had drained out of his face. This time, he locked the bathroom door and turned on the fan as loud as it would go.
Kyoko curled up in the sheets, thinking that she sort of liked it when he poked her. She wouldn't let anyone but Ren do that to her.