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Summary: Loving your little brother is one thing. Being a good older brother is one thing. Being a good older brother and loving your little brother should go hand in hand, but just how tightly intertwined are they? Where's the limit, the line to be drawn? Seimei would argue there was none. Ritsuka wouldn't respond. Soubi would say it didn't matter; the Aoyagi brothers crossed it long ago anyway.

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter beside shota-con and suggestive material. Dark themes explored.

Chapter: Prologue-A Sickness Born or Acquired?

Seimei Aoyagi was born with a hint of darkness in his soul, hiding and lurking in the corner of his subconscious. How much of it was acquired and how much was inherent was of little to no consequence in his mind. Seimei didn't think of himself as an evil being, so the thought of darkness in his personality and desires never bothered him. He saw himself as someone who took what he wanted, when he wanted. What he desired, he sought and took. Simple as that.

His desires overrode the morals that had been ingrained in him since birth, since the beginning of the natural order of things. Who he was, what he was, what he wanted was far more important to him than how society believed he should be. And he refused to apologize or feel guilt for seeking his wants and needs and passions.

So when he felt the first stirrings of warm passion for his own little brother, he didn't feel that sick, burning disgust in his chest, the natural human instinct to cringe away from incest, and see it for what it really was. He didn't think it was sick, didn't think it was wrong for his heart to flutter, or for a warmth to pervade his body, igniting a passion deep inside. He didn't think about how he shared the same mother, father, and blood of the one he felt such a disturbing passion for.

All he thought of was how beautiful he thought Ritsuka was.

Ritsuka.

The first time he'd felt the stirrings of a love beyond brotherly measure, was when he was five and his brother had just been brought home.

Before seeing him, however, his only thoughts were on just how annoying a younger brother would be. His parents would be less focused on him and they would forget about him in favor for this newcomer, who would cry and whine and keep them awake all night. The baby would need constant attention and be a real pain about it, always wanting to be changed, to be fed, to be held, to be played with. He would expect nothing but love in the first few months, the easiest few months for any human being, but Seimei knew that he would not love this creature, no he would not, no matter what.

This baby was just another sniveling, pathetic lower life form, just like his parents. Disposable. A complete waste of space. The concept of love for a living being was distant, alien to Seimei, even at that age. The instinct of a sibling protecting the welfare of a younger sibling was practically nonexistent to him.

All Seimei thought was that this newcomer had better stay out of his way, else he'd end up in the backyard, wrapped in plastic, and six feet under.

None of these thoughts struck him as morbid or dark. They were everyday feelings of pent-up violence, aggression, born in deep, in his skin, ingrained in his bones, and in his hot red blood. But Mommy and Daddy wouldn't think these feelings were "natural." Instinctively, Seimei kept them to himself. Slowly, these feelings would eat at his insides, burning the core of his being, and tear apart any stability, any structure of humanity, of sanity, inside his mind and his heart, but at that point, the feelings of unnatural rage for such a young child were simply "normal." At that point, they were just "feelings." Nothing more. Insignificant. Unfound. Pointless. And at that point, they were curable. If only he'd released them, pushed them out of his system before they destroyed him. But alas, it's too late now to be thinking of what could've been, what should've been.

What he should've felt when his brother came home for the first time, was curiosity. Affection. Maybe even love, an inborn desire to protect and love someone of your own flesh and blood.

But what did happen would mark the beginning of the end.

When his mother, his smiling, tired but proud mother opened the door with a white bundle in her arms, he did not look up. His babysitter, who'd stayed with him while his mother and father had been at the hospital, had stood up immediately, cooing and fawning of the new life form. He felt his lip curl into a mean snarl of disdain, but he made sure that no one could see it, keeping his eyes to the wall.

When he heard his babysitter exclaim, "What an adorable little guy," he could just imagine the sickening look on his father's face, somewhere between proud and delighted, fierce and tender, all signs of vulenerability and weakness, in Seimei's eyes. As if his parents could sink any lower...

"I think Seimei might be... jealous."

When he heard his babysitter murmur this to his parents, he felt his heart clench murderously.

How dare she suggest he be jealous of such a lowlife!

Wildly, he thought about strangling her, about wrapping his fingers around her neck and just choking the life out of her for daring to suggest something so aggravatingly ridiculous!

But then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his father's. Angry, but not willing to show it, he looked up, stubbornly refusing to meet his father's eyes. Instead, he looked at the... baby. Oh, how he hated that word!

His eyes drifted up, up creamy white, angelic skin, up the delicate, warm little torso to the sweet, soft head. The baby held his arms out, as if seeking to hug his elder brother, as if he could see-yes he could see-his brother, see his dislike, and sympathized. As if he wanted to experience the warmth of a sibling for the first time, of someone whose parents were the same, of whose genetic material was the same. The same.

Seimei felt a longing rise up in his stomach, swirling through his body and settling inside him, curling around his throat and choking his words. He held his own arms out, unable to speak. There was a moment where his parents hesitated, murmuring to one another, and he felt a flicker of fury. How dare they stop him? He wanted to hold his baby brother.

That was his first time calling "it" his baby brother.

When his mother finally decided that it was alright to hand her son over, and he held the little body close to his chest, their hearts beating almost in sync, he realized that this baby was his. Not theirs. His. It was his baby, his little brother, his kin. The only human being that wasn't simply "nothing" to him. The only human being that could-would understand him, because they were alike. They shared a bond, an inseperable bond. The only one, he knew it, The only one he knew he could and would love. As he pressed his skin as close to the newborn's skin as possible, he breathed in his smell.

Ah, yes, his little brother, his real blood relative.

The only human being he could love.

And he knew that this one was special.

Oh, how warm he felt, nestled up against his chest, fidgeting and wriggling, seeking to get even closer to his elder brother's skin, to his heart.

Seimei felt a fire burning hotly in his chest, half desire, and half love. It started then.

And it would only get stronger, burn brighter and hotter, from there.

Word Count-1,621

Status: Undecided

Note: This might be continued, if it gets a decent reception. I know the Loveless fanbase isn't as strong or popular as others, so I know not to expect an overwhelming amount of attention or even reviews, but still, if you're reading this, I'd appreciate some recogniton for the effort I made to write it. I rather like this story, though, so I might update anyway.

Take no notice of the Complete status. That can be changed if you want.