[Future! Canon] In which Sora has a sudden, terrifying revelation one morning when he wakes up to the bathroom door closed, for the very first time.
Disclaimer: I do not own No Game No Life, even if I did there would be nothing that would be needed to fix, least at the hands of mine. All rights belong to Yuu Kamiya.
Warning: PG 13, nothing too explicit. Although there would be innuendos of incest, please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction with no relation to real-life events or people whatsoever.
"Meh, from now on, it's just you and me then."
They have seen each other in many different states, albeit the kind that two individuals can only do so after staying together for so many years. People would only look in and try to justify it however they want, but the truth is that if there were no Shiro, there would be no Sora, and vice versa. They cannot, would not, be separated from each other, simple as that.
But Sora knew better. He wouldn't voice it out, hated, loathed the idea of it. But the truth is that even if they are living in a world where fairies, elves, demons and angels…coexist, time is unstoppable, and there will come a time when they will have to grow up, and move on.
Such a thing comes, unfortunately, on the day when he wakes up to an empty space next to him, and the bathroom door – closed, for the very first time.
The familiar surge of panic comes sooner than he would like to admit, although it quickly faded when his crusty eyes take in the wooden surface of the bathroom door, hearing the water running inside, and the feeling eventually turns into something akin to disbelief, confusion and fear all mixed up in one in his jumbled mind. And all of it only screams out a name, Shiro.
As if to answer his call, the stupid, annoying, should not even be existing goddammit door clicks open, and comes out his step-sister. Her long, pale yet colorful hair is still damp, with wet strands sticking to her shirt's collar and neck, a towel drapes around her shoulders and her face is a little flushed – obvious result of standing under hot water for a while. The girl barely even notices that he is already awake, but instead goes straight to the mirror standing near the door of their room, and starts her usual task of drying out her long, flowy hair.
And that's when it hits Sora, so painfully, so sudden he almost withdraws a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His sister is growing up, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.
It wasn't like he never pictured the idea before, even back when she was still eleven, when he could still sit her onto his lap and wound his arms around her tiny frame as they entertained themselves with endless hours of video games on the computer. Sora knew it was coming, had expected for it to come. It just so happens that when he turned away for a moment, when preserving the human race and defeating the One True God of the game they have caught themselves in somehow managed to snag his attention away for just a while, his little sister has finally turned into a little lady.
It took a lot more power not to have a full-on seizure right then and there in the bed, but somehow he pulls it off. Pulling himself back together with plausible heroic effort while mentally cementing inside is definitely not a good start for the day, but Sora sucks it up and gets out of bed in what hopefully is his usual lazy demeanor. He's even managed a morning greeting with a grin to Shiro when passing by her on his way to the bathroom. Although the small curve of her pinkish lips when she replied does nothing to ease the inner destruction that was going on in his head. He dragged himself to the bathroom, snatched at his plastic cup on the sink and may have gone just a little overbroad with the amount of toothpaste he put on the toothbrush. His mouth is still a bit foamy and tasted full of mint when he turns the showerhead on. And this time Sora's made sure to close the bathroom door too, just because.
It was going to be a long day already.
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