Nope, not yaoi. Not even shonen ai. Just wanted to explore what could've happened between these two. Y'know, filling in the blanks and stuff.
Clap for me, y'all. First ever non-yaoi fic I published.
It was in silence that he built the foundation of his strength, his willpower; and it was in silence that he watched all of his precious work crumble before his very eyes.
Just how long was it since his beloved brother made an appearance to the public? Not that he would care about the blather he'd be saying about the progress of G Corporation and other pretentious statements he'd be releasing - no, all he was counting on was his appearance in itself.
It had been years (15? 20?) since they had a civil conversation without the presence of the former Mishima Zaibatsu head, the person they were forced to call 'Father' all their lives. The man who had welcomed him into the famed family, and the very same man who threw him out of the same family because of his 'impudent actions'.
Looking back at it, it was largely thanks to Heihachi that he was able to converse with his brother. Alone, he would completely ignore him - as if he were a painting hung at a bare wall, only existing for the sole purpose of being looked at and examined. He, being young and inquisitive, would pester his older brother with questions, such as his favorite color, hobbies, et cetera.
The answer he got was silence.
And in that silence, he got all the more determined to grill the older one for answers to satisfy his curiousity. He tried not to get easily frustrated with his brother; easily mistaking his silence as a kind of laziness of not answering his younger sibling, of not taking him seriously.
What he didn't know was that behind the cold mask, the chilling silence, there lies a mass of seething anger, of hatred specifically for the silver haired man.
And in that silence, he learned how to leave him alone to his devices eventually.
He'd like to think that his onii-san tolerated him as company - after all, they're the only occupants of the Mishima mansion when their 'father' is gone. If he goes beyond that line, however, the older one won't hesitate in glaring at him, or growl incoherent strings of Japanese back at him.
Back then, the only language he was fluent in speaking at was Cantonese, which was a shame.
He really wanted to decipher what kind of slurs Kazuya was hurling at him as so to let him figure out was wrong with him, so he could improve, so could impress his brother…
So he could talk to him again.
Now he wonders whether he's having the same thoughts as him right now.