Hi hi hi! Ok, just to start off, if any of my readers from other stories are reading this, I am not slacking off. Most of my stories are almost ready to be posted so, yeah.

I just discovered Brothers Conflict today, so forgive me if I'm not the best fan ever or I make mistakes. Most of my info is gotten on wikipedia. So yesh. Anyway, the only thing I own is Nikki I don't own Brothers Conflict. If I did...their would have been more than a peck on the cheek in the first episode. And more than one person.

On with the story!

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"Thirteen?" I ask again.

Ema Asahina (Formerly Hinata), one of my best friends, nods her head on my laptop screen.

"Yes, thirteen. But I think one of them, Natsume, lives alone." she explains, looking as innocent as ever.

In my head, I think of why someone would have 13 children, but if I say something aloud I might sound insulting, especially since Ema is the lady's now 14th child.

"Jeez Ema...alright...thanks for at least telling me before I got there, since you know I'll freak the heck out." I say, blowing a strand of curly brown hair out of my face.

Suddenly a voice comes from behind Ema's door which I can see clearly on the laptop's screen. "Big sister! Dinner's ready!" a child's voice yells.

"Ok! Thank you Wataru!" Ema replies, footsteps disappearing. She turns back to the webcamera.

"Sorry Nikki, I have to go. I'll see you tommorow. Bye!" Ema says cheerfully before disconnecting.

I shut my laptop and go back to eating my dinner and watching T.V. I sighed. Ema was my best friend and all, but I don't really know how I'll survive. Oh, and if your wondering how this began, let me explain...make it quick though since commercials on...

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A little girl with light brown hair sits on a bench crying. Enter other cute little girl with curly brown hair and two neon bracelets.

"Hey...why are you crying?" the curly haired one asks the crier.

"My daddy...I don't know where he is...I lost..." she says through sobs and somewhat broken english. (Don't know if I used that term right.)

"Oh...it's okay! My big brother knows the lady who works at the park office. Maybe she can call your daddy on the big microphone!"

The crying girl stops and looks at the other girl. She nods and takes the girl's hand to the office.

"By the way, I'm Nicole, but my friends call me Nikki."

And that's how I met Ema. I was the curly haired girl while she was the crying girl. Apparently, Ema's dad felt bad about leaving her alone at home, especially since he was coming to America, so he decided to take her with. Supposedly, they were visiting a park I went to all the time, and Ema wandered off after chasing after squirrels. I found her crying and took her to my brother, who told the lady who worked at the office. The lady called out Ema's name on the P.A. and Ema's dad found her. I gave her one of my precious neon bracelets, and we kinda stayed in touch after that.

But now, I was invited to go live with Ema after her pops got married to the lady I mentioned before (You know, the mother of 13 boys), and she mentioned feeling a bit lonely, well not lonely, but in need of a girl companion. She liked having a big family and all, but she never hung out with friends. Then I came up with the brilliant solution to live with her, especially since I lived alone. (My mom lived with her husband in Florida and my dad, sadly, died.) I couldn't keep up the charade that my granny was the lady who kept 'visiting' our 'neighbors'.

And so it was decided, my mom was okay with me living with Ema, but I get the feeling she was glad I was gone, even though that feeling was wrong. Ema's dad and new step mommy were okay with me, although I think her step mom was a bit too excited, because Ema mentioned that she said 'Now I'll have two daughters, how exciting!'.

And so, tommorow morning, I will go to Japan, and live in a house with my best friend, her pet squirrel, and 12 boys. Yay.