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Bro n sis story. AND NO INCEST! I MEAN IT!

And speaking of incest I was gonna write a Leixia X Xiba one shot and then it was officially announced they were half brother and sister! I was so pissed! I started writing it and everything! I'm sorry people, Incest is fine fantasy wise and stuff (not in real life) but I don't wanna be writing about it, that doesn't mean I'm judging you for writing it though.

Now that's cleared up, on with the story.

Pyrrha sighed as she looked up at the midnight summer sky, navy blue dotted with little diamonds, thats what it looked like to her. She was on her way home with her brother to there homeland, the Athens. She had mixed emotions about the matter. Patroklos had already broke the news to her about there parents yesterday, she had accepted that now and she couldn't remember them to miss them however she did mourn them.

"Patroklos?"

Patroklos walked besides her steadily, letting out a small yawn which Pyrrha found to be quite sweet. "Yes Pyrrha?"

"So are you the only family I've got? Is it just us two now? Are we the only ones left?" she said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Huh? No of course not," he yawned.

"W-what!" she exclaimed making Patroklos flinch due to him being only half awake "Really!"

"Yeah, theres *yawn* aunt Cassandra and uncle Lucuis."

Pyrrha's eyes sparkled with hope while Patroklos dragged himself along unaware of his sister pure joy.

"What are they like?" Pyrrha asked excitedly clasping her hands to her chest and staring at Patroklos eagerly.

Patroklos smiled and chuckled. "Wait and find out."

Pyrrha nodded and grinned with her heart swelling with happiness.

"But what if they don't like you?"

Pyrrha gasped, her heart had skipped a beat at that voice. It was Tira, her 'gloomy' tone of voice... In her head!

"What if they don't welcome you into there cozy little family? Ever considered that Pyrrha!" Tira's said mencingly.

"They will love me. I'm there family! Of course they will! Patroklos does so why shouldn't they!" she argued back in her head.

A small high pitched giggle sounded in her head, "Little conceited ain't we Pyrrha?" Jolly Tira said.

"Just... go away!"

Pyrrha sniffled as unnoticed tears dripped from her pretty blue eyes and stained her pale skin.

"Pyrrha," Patroklos stopped and faced her. "You're crying..."

"I am?" Pyrrha said genuinely surprised, she raised an arm but stopped upon realising...Her arm. Her hideous, disgusting arm...

"Oh..." Pyrrha whimpered and burst out crying, "I'm sorry, I know I'm being weak but I can't help it! I can't hold it in any longer!"

Patroklos was shocked, so shocked that it had knocked the fatigue right out of him. Hadn't his sister been excited about meeting her family a couple of moments ago? Had Tira's split personality syndrome rubbed off on her? As thoughts circled his mind he raised an arm and rubbed her back.

"There there Pyrrha..."

"I-I'm so sorry!" she sobbed and hiccuped.

Patroklos sighed impatiently and very quietly so she couldn't hear it. What exactly was she crying for? She had already apologised enough yesterday, why was she going through it again? He already had an instant, undying affection for his big sister but she needed to toughen up, just a little.

"What's wrong Pyrrha?"

"I- *Sob* What if they don't like me? What if they reject me?"

"They won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because you're family. Everyone will be happy. Especially Cassandra. You could help out at the bakery and stuff."

Pyrrha wiped her eyes. "I'm sor- I mean I know you're getting fed up of my crying, I am too to be honest," she sniffed.

"It's not that I'm getting fed up of it," he said desperately, "Just don't feel like you're not allowed to cry in front of me or anything, if you need to cry then cry," he said truthfully with a small smile.

The two were silent as they walked through the dark forest, both full of regret and guilt. Patroklos for making his sister feel bad and Pyrrha for burdening her brother.

She didn't blame him at all for being fed up of her, in fact she was surprised he hadn't shouted at her. Patroklos had put up with her crying at first, when he told her about there parents, when she had a guilt attack over stabbing Z.W.E.I and when she had tripped over a tree root and whacked her head on a rock, he had took her into his arms and rocked her back and forth until she stopped crying.

"He'd be better off without you, you know. A boy like him could do anything, a whining little brat like you would just drag him down," Tira's gloomy voice said.

"Yeah! He's too good for you! It would be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic! You're so weak, I'll give him a week before he leaves and dumps you on someone else!" Tira's jolly voice laughed cruelly. "He must have the tolerance of a saint to even put up with you for this long!"

Tira was right...She needed to be stronger, tougher, more like him essentially. She wanted him to enjoy her company, she wanted him to love her, not only because he had to, but because of the person she was. She didn't want to be a burden, she wanted to be a sister, loved and cherished.

"So... Um a bakery huh?" she said trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh... yeah. Cassandra and Lucuis inherited the bakery from are grandparents, they're practically considered royalty around town for it," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh... Can you bake?"

A heavy blush graced Patroklos's face, baking was exactly very manly was it? According to him. "Um no, no," he said quickly.

"Oh dear. You're a terrible liar Patroklos," she said shaking her head with an amused smile.

"...Am I?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yeah. But that's good because lying is wrong," she said giggling.

"Well I guess Uncle Lucuis did teach me a bit I suppose..." he admited reluctantly.

"I wanna learn too," she said more to herself and clasped her hands to her chest like she had earlier, her eyes sparkling with hope and wonder.

"Well, you can."

The two carried on in silence both content and happy this time, filled with the hopes and dreams of returning home.