I loved him from the beginning. It started well before anyone even noticed, well before even I noticed. Looking back, I know that I had denied my feelings, but I was always stubborn, refusing to admit it. The time that I noticed, was the time that I almost watched him die. My body moved of its own accord in order to protect him, and my life and dreams went with it. I saw everything flash before my eyes, but all I could do was be thankful that I had made it in time. I didn't want to see his brilliant fire extinguished. It was in that moment, when I risked everything to take the jutsu of Haku, that I realized that he was the sun to my moon.
Thinking back, it made a lot of sense. I was always the one who was hiding in my misery, while he was always acting out, trying to shine as brightly as I could. There was a time that I wanted to shine, I wanted to be just like my brother; brilliant and talented, looked up to, treasured by someone. My father was always partial towards him, and there was nothing that I wanted more than to have someone think of me like that. I guess you could say that in those times, he and I were the same, trying our best to shine. It's probably unfair to compare us, as I had everything that he probably wished for; a family, friends, and people did notice me. Even so, I like to think of us as the same during that time. I wish we could have stayed the same, and lived in the same light, but many struggles passed before I returned to that light, before I returned to him.
