My first strait pairing so far. If you're a smart cookie you'll know who it is right away. And my first story from third person POV. Wish me luck.

Although incest isn't my natural first choice, I am a big fan of forbidden love stories. I didn't plan on writing this story, but while I sat in the bathtub, rereading Guru Guru Pon-chan, I couldn't help but wonder if there was anything more to Soichiro. I could see some definite potential. And I had always felt bad for Yuka having to endure such heart break.

I tried to base my story on real events in the book, but as the story grows, it probably wont stay that way.

If you don't like the type of thing I'm writing, I implore you to turn back now. No offensive comments please!

Rated M for later chapters. I do not own Guru Guru Pon-chan.

His name was Soichiro Koizumi.

His looks were, in his own opinion, above average. He had soft, chocolate brown hair, dark eyes, and a pale complexion. He kept very good care of his body. Although he would never admit it, he had a daily hygiene routine besides his basic shaving and deodorant. It included facial cleansers, moisturizers, and a little man-scaping every now and then. Perfection, he thought, takes hard work, after all. He even used curlers in his hair to produce that patented bang flip he was quite fond of; a secret he swore to take to his grave.

Despite his effeminate tendencies, he was a very exceptional young man. Stunning grades, an impressive social life, a nice body, and always enough money in his pocket. A regular prince in his own right. He expected nothing less.

At first glance to everyone else, however, he seemed just like any other spoiled rich boy you had the displeasure of meeting: weak of heart and demanding with a strong sense of entitlement. It seemed that, even if you were to look deep down, there was nothing more to Soichiro.

It was a classic case of good looks coupled with an atrocious personality. But it wasn't totally his fault. He hadn't been taught any differently. Ever since he was little his head was filled with dreams of succeeding his grandfather and becoming director of the prestigious Kotobuki Academy. He would have wealth, fame, and a respected notoriety. He knew no other future than that.

That is probably why he disliked Ponta-chan so much. She was strange and embarrassing. She had absolutely no grasp on real life. And, to make matters worse, she was now a member of his family. Not good for his reputation at school. I mean, since when did dogs turn into people? Not only did it seem like a bad idea, but it was a totally fictional concept. He thought it sounded like something that only happens in manga.

He had to give credit to the old man, though. His grandfather had actually achieved a credible invention. He was a genius. Eccentric, but a genius nonetheless. Although Soichiro could admit that, it didn't excuse the mortification he felt the first day Ponta-chan came to school. The way she had crouched down at that Mirai's feet like… well, a common mutt. And then she had waved at Soichiro exuberantly like a child, no sense of pride what so ever. He shuddered at the thought. How anyone could overlook such behavior was beyond Soichiro's understanding. He thought that Mirai was just as odd as Ponta-chan.

Soichiro never had liked Mirai. In spite of his status, Mirai-kun always came out on top. He was the apple of everyone's eye it seemed. The most popular boy in school. The most sought after by all the girls. Soichiro often wondered why Mirai deserved all of the attention. He wasn't anyone important. He worked for the Koizumi family and, therefore, was beneath them, Soichiro thought.

'It gets under my skin like nothing else!' Soichiro thought with an angry sigh.

"Why the long face, Soichiro?" Yuka asked from the doorway having returned from Christmas shopping. She shouldered off her backpack and hung it on the coat rack along with her scarf. Ponta bounded past Yuka, leash still on her neck, and galloped up the stairs, claws clacking on the hardwood floor.

"You stupid dog!" Soichiro shouted, dashing from the couch in the living room to the foot of the stairs. "You'll track mud all over the floor!" He stared angrily after Ponta, her tail disappearing around the corner. He clenched his fists at his side and grumbled to himself. He turned to see his sister shooting him a disapproving glance.

"Now brother," she said, "you mustn't treat Ponta that way. After all, she is-"

"A member of our family, I know," Soichiro finished impatiently, waving his hand dismissively. He folded his arms and sighed again. Lately, he had been feeling very run down. His life felt so exhausting. There was no rest for Soichiro, but Ponta-chan caught all the breaks. She had it so easy.

"There, there," Yuka said with a sweet smile as she reached up to ruffle her brother's hair. Soichiro found a lot of comfort in the warmth of that little hand. He didn't even mind that his hair was probably messed up now. He allowed himself a small smile as he leaned into her palm. He wanted to thank Yuka, but he felt too ashamed to do so. What older brother sought comfort from his younger sister? He looked down and noticed for the first time, a little pull-string bag clutched in Yuka's other hand.

"Who's that for?" He asked, pointing at the small package. He watched Yuka turn a bright red and hold the bag behind her back.

"N-no one," she stuttered, flustered, "just a little Christmas present." Soichiro smiled wisely and puffed out his chest.

"I bet it's for me, huh?" He asked with a toothy grin, "Come on now, Yuka. Let's have a look." Soichiro tried to reach around her but she backed away shaking her head.

"Please, Soichiro, no," she pleaded desperately. Soichiro lunged for the present several more times, but Yuka swiftly evaded him. They had continued their awkward dance through the den until Yuka's back hit the wall. Soichiro took his chance and grabbed hold of Yuka's shoulders, panting and slightly annoyed.

"Come on, Yuka. We're not kids anymore," he wheedled, "I wont tell Mom and Dad if you let me sneak a quick peek. Besides it's only one present."

"Soichiro," Yuka implored in a frightened tone. He didn't listen, however. Instead, he pulled Yuka into a bear hug, pinning her arms at her sides. Soichiro tried to reach around her back to retrieve the gift but Yuka struggled violently in his grasp.

"SOICHIRO, STOP!" Yuka cried into his shoulder, "This present isn't for you! It's for Mirai-kun!" With one final twist, Yuka wrenched herself from Soichiro's slackening grip and plopped to the floor, present still in hand.

"For Mirai-kun?" Soichiro echoed in disbelief. He stared down at Yuka with a hurt expression. He saw tears in Yuka's eyes and felt very guilty. His irritation, however, outweighed his regret. He hated the honorific she added to his name. Like he was someone worth respecting. She might as well have called him 'Mirai-dono'. It disgusted Soichiro all the same.

"That idiot doesn't deserve gifts," Soichiro snapped, folding his arms and turning his back on her, "Besides, he's too old for you."

"He's your age," Yuka said in a shaky voice. She stood to her feet and kept her eyes on the ground. "And everyone deserves a present on Christmas."

"Well, he doesn't!" Soichiro shouted, making Yuka flinch. He rounded on her and glared, "I don't see any other presents in your hands! You didn't even buy anything for your own family!"

"Not yet I haven't!" Yuka cried hopelessly, meeting her brother's gaze, "How could you think I wouldn't buy presents for my family! And if anyone is undeserving, I'd say it's you!" Yuka immediately covered her mouth with her hands, shocked at her own hateful response. Her innocence only infuriated Soichiro further.

"You like him, don't you?" Soichiro asked in a quiet but intense voice. He already knew the answer. Yuka blushed furiously, but tried to stand her ground.

"I'm sorry for what I said… but Mirai-kun always works so hard on our garden. I think we owe him our thanks, at the very least. I just figured I should repay his generosity and kindness."

"Generosity?! We pay him, don't we?!" Soichiro bellowed, loosing patience, "That's his compensation. All he is to us is a worker! Nothing more! Any moron can plant a tree."

"Well, I don't see you doing it." Yuka remarked coldly. She looked away with a deflated expression on her face. She brushed past Soichiro and started climbing the stairs. "I'll go give Ponta her bath," she mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Hey!" Soichiro called after her, "Don't just walk away from this! I'm not done yet!" The only response he received was the quiet click of the bathroom door closing.

"Damn it," he growled to himself. He rushed over to the door and grabbed his coat. As betrayed as he felt, he couldn't ignore his wounded pride. If there was one thing Soichiro hated, it was being upstaged by someone, especially if it was Mirai.

'I'll show her!' he thought, fuming. 'I'll prove Yuka wrong! I am much better than that Mirai!' Soichiro threw the door open and slammed it shut as he headed into town with only the chilling winter winds to greet him.

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Yuka heard the door slam downstairs and grimace painfully. She was beside herself with remorse over her fight with Soichiro. She wished with all her might that she could run after him and apologize. She wasn't accustomed to confrontation. Another part of her, though, was still furious at the way he had spoke about Mirai-kun. She wondered why Soichiro had such a grudge against his own classmate. Mirai-kun had been nothing but nice to Yuka. She could see no flaws in him.

"Yuka?" Ponta asked staring worriedly at Yuka, "What's the matter?" Being caught off guard, Yuka jumped feeling very flustered.

"Oh, um… Well I just had a little fight with Soichiro."

"A fight?!" Ponta exclaimed, "You don't look hurt but… If he bit you I'll bite him back myself!" Yuka chuckled at Ponta's angry expression.

"Not that kind of fight, Ponta-chan," Yuka reassured her. "I just had an argument with him. It's nothing. Please don't worry about it." Ponta nodded and a grin stretched over her face. She threw off her shirt and continued to undress.

"I've never had a bath as a human before,' Ponta mused. Just like that, she had forgotten about Yuka's worries, absorbed with her own childish fascinations. Yuka smiled sadly.

'I wish I could be that carefree,' she thought before she started to undress herself.

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