Intro:

Welcome to my take on the BroCon Fandom! For information on my fan-fictions and my main OC, please visit my profile.

I, myself, have not read the visual novel of "Brothers Conflict." But through extensive (and I do mean extensive) research, I have added elements from it to add credibility to my fan-fiction. (Ex: Iori's late girlfriend, Fuyuka.)

I have a poll for you to vote which Asahina brother you'd like to see my OC get together with. As the story progresses, you'll witness several instances where Melissa interacts with the different brothers. Please vote for your favorites!

*Note from Oct. 14, 2015* Unlike my usual writing style, I have added the dates and time of day to the beginning and certain areas of the chapters so that things may be a bit more clear. Also, I have mentioned the Valentine OVA in Chapter 13, and may use like elements in future chapters.

Fan Fiction Details:

Melissa's name is pronounced "Meh-lee-sa" in this story because it's how I imagine that they'd pronounce her name, but Tsubaki over-exaggerates the pronunciation.

This story takes place soon after the end of the anime and a year before the 2nd season of the visual novel. All characters (excluding OC) have their Season 2 appearances from the visual novel.

*Note from Nov. 5, 2015* At the beginning of each chapter, I'm posting information that I'm basing each character off of (the original characters' info is taken from my research on the internet).

Character Info: Masaomi Asahina

- Age: 32 (33 after chapter nine)

- Birthday: April 24th

- Height: 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Chapter 1: Introductions

*Sunday morning, April 6th, 2014*

Nervous; it was the only emotion I could feel in my numbed body as the taxi pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing in front of a large house. I grip the handle of my suitcase, causing my knuckles to turn a pale white as a soft, spring wind rustles through my hair and flutters my skirt. I close my eyes and take a slow, deep breath; everything would be okay.

After sending in an employment application to someone under the name of Masaomi Asahina, I had promptly received a letter of confirmation in the mail. It had enclosed the date, time, address, and floor level that we would meet at, matters on my payment and boarding, as well as instructing me to bring no more than the essentials. I personally felt essentials could be considered as a wide-range term, so I packed as much as would fit into my small, blue suitcase.

Yanking on the handle, I haul the heavy luggage through the entrance arch, down the path, and towards the doors. My weak arms tremble slightly as butterflies dance in my stomach from every step I take. As I remove my high-heeled boots, I scan the letter in my head for the millionth time today. What if I pressed the wrong elevator button and got lost? This place was big enough that I could easily lose my way and become as late as ever.

Taking another deep breath, I enter the elevator and press the button to the fifth floor. My ride up is quiet - except for the sound of my thumping heart. I feel my stomach drop as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open wide to reveal a sight which I had not been anticipating. Climbing the few steps that lead toward a lounge-like balcony, I peer down over the extremely tall, metal railing. What a way for me to make a first impression; my chin barely reached over the top of the banister when I was standing on tip-toe.

What I see beneath me causes me to catch my breath. A large group of men, two women, and a young boy sit on a plush, red couch, talking amiably amongst themselves. I gulp; is this place even realistic? One of the men - tall, brunette, and kind-looking - stands and looks up at me as our eyes meet.

"Ah! Ms. Tsukiyama I presume?"

I jump at the sound of my name. "H-h-hai!" I stammer nervously as my hand leaves my suitcase. It falls to the ground, and I scramble to upright it. When I next look at the man, I see that he is smiling encouragingly up at me.

"Please, come join us down here." He motions towards the staircase on my right. I quickly nod in assent as I hurriedly tug at my suitcase. As though the struggle to pull the heavy object down the stairs wasn't enough, my white, stockinged feet slip on one of the steps and I trip the rest of the way down as my suitcase lands with a loud crash. I remain seated on the ground, rubbing my scraped knee.

"Ow" I moan, wincing. I knew for a fact that it would leave a noticeable scar. Suddenly remembering my circumstances, my eyes find the couch only to see that all who had been sitting are now standing and looking at me with various looks of concern on their faces.

"Are you okay, miss?" The man from before is at my side in an instant. He examines my knee as his eyes fill with worry. Flushing out of embarrassment and the realization at his close and familiar proximity, I nod repeatedly.

"Y-y-yes. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused." Doing my best to stand, I frantically look around for the object which had caused me so much trouble. "I-I-I seem to have misplaced…"

"No need to worry, Miss Tsu-ki-ya-ma." I whip my head around only to be met by a pair of violet eyes and pale lips that are only inches away from my own. I let out a squeak of surprise.

"Hey now, don't be scared. I have your suitcase right here." He affectionately pats me on the head. A man with black hair and glasses grabs the back of the former's jacket collar, pulling him away from me.

"Azu!" Glasses' victim protests with a pout.

"Tsubaki, you're nervousing her" the one called Azu scolds. He turns to face me with an apologetic smile. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Azusa Asahina, and this is my brother - Tsubaki Asahina."

I hastily bow in greeting. "It's nice to meet you, I-I-I'm..." Looking up, I become flustered once again at the sight of so many people and forget my original plan to introduce myself. One of the two women steps forward, and the movement catches my roaming eyes. As my gaze meets hers, I can easily read the curiosity in her face.

"So, you're the lady of the house?" I twist the skirt of my dress in sweaty, nervous hands as I look anxiously up at her. Her eyes widen considerably in obvious surprise, her cheeks pink, and she vigorously shakes her head.

"Uh, no. My name is Ema Hinata. I am their stepsister." My mouth forms into a silent 'oh' as comprehension slowly dawns on my flustered mind. I bow again.

"It's very nice to meet you. Please forgive my mistake!" I rise only to see that she is also bowing.

"It's nice to meet you too!" As she straightens, a gray squirrel runs down her arm and looks up at me with large, blue eyes. I feel my own brown eyes soften as a gentle smile crosses my lips.

"What a sweet little creature! May I?"

Ema hands the squirrel to me, and I lovingly stroke its back. My smile only widens as I hear a soft purring and realize that the noise is a sound of contentment coming from the little animal.

"His name is Juli" Ema says softly, smiling down at the furry animal in my arms. I hear someone clear their throat and am suddenly reminded where I am and why I am there. Giving myself a mentally whipping and simultaneously wincing in mental pain, I turn to face the tall, brunette man who had shown such concern for me when I had fallen.

"I apologize for my forgetful behaviour!" I say, bending low at the waist for what feels like the thousandth time. I look up to see his kind eyes smiling down at me.

"There is no need for apology" he says gently. "I am glad to see that you arrived here safely, but I do apologize for your fall; one of us should have come to help you with your luggage."

I shake my head violently in objection . "Oh no! It's fine, really." I find the floor as I absently brush the hair out of my face.

"I believe I should introduce everyone" the man says, easing my nervous. "You see, it's quite unusual to have all of us gathered together" he adds as we walk towards the large couch.

"Would you care to sit down?" He asks, gesturing to the center of the furniture.

"Oh, um, sure" I murmur, slowly sitting down in a daze. The white-haired man named Tsubaki takes a seat on my left as his brother Azusa sits down on my right. To the far left of me is the tall brunette as Ema and the rest of the group fill in the empty spaces.

"Allow me to introduce myself" begins the man who I have now labeled as the ring leader. "I am Masaomi Asahina, the eldest brother."

Gesturing to an equally tall man with honey-colored hair and thin-rimmed spectacles, he says, "That would be Ukyo, the second brother."

"Then" he says, "there's Kaname, the third brother." A man with blonde, flipped out hair smiles suggestively at me.

"Welcome, Little One" he says in a smooth flirty voice. I blush at his boldness; we've only just met!

"After Kaname is Hikaru, the fourth brother" Masaomi continues, nodding his head towards to a red-headed woman seated across from him. I stare at her - or him - in disbelief. I had thought that he was a she, but apparently there really was only one woman in the house: Ema.

"Over there is Natsume" the eldest says, gesturing to a man with orange hair. "He, Tsubaki, and Azusa are triplets. The oldest starting with Tsubaki and the youngest ending with Natsume."

"Azu and I are identical twins!" Tsubaki adds, grinning widely.

I nod in bewilderment as I fight to keep a vague, polite smile on my face. An "I see" is all that comes out of my mouth.

"Would you like me to get you some water? You appear overwhelmed, as you rightly should" A soft voice says as the gentle purr of his voice brushes lightly against my ear. I tense at the sensation of his breath on my cheek. Creepy! I turn to look at the own of the voice, and my eyes are met by yet another pair of violet eyes. But this man has a gentle look about him with pale, ash brown hair and a lazy smile on his lips.

"That would be Louis, the eighth brother" Masaomi clarifies for me as I send him a startled look. Louis smiles gently at me, and I feel my taut nerves begin to relax.

Gesturing to a man with short black hair, Masaomi says "over there is Subaru, the ninth son" and to a man with longer black hair who looks about my age, "and that's Iori, the tenth."

"Then there's Yuusuke, the eleventh" he nods towards a younger man with red hair who appears to be sulking. "And Fuuto the twelfth" gesturing to a young man with messy light brown hair who sends me a cold, devilish smirk.

"Last is Wataru, the thirteenth and final brother."

"I don't like being last!" Wataru, the young boy who I had noticed previously, shouts as tears form in his eyes. Ema reaches over and wipes his tears away while handing him a stuffed animal toy which she appeared to have magically pulled out from behind the couch. The boy stops crying and a warm smile finds it way onto his now sunny face. I blink, astonished at how easily he was taken care of. Amazing.

"Ms. Tsukiyama, would you care to introduce yourself?" Masaomi asks, his voice pulling me back to the present.

"Yes! Sorry. My name is Melissa Tsukiyama; age nineteen. I graduated high school last year and I would like to express my deep appreciation for allowing me this job!" A collective murmur rumbles through the room, and I feel my cheeks heat.

"Did I say something wrong?" I ask nervously, glancing around at all the shocked faces.

Masaomi shakes his head. "Not at all. I only failed to mention your reason for coming when I called everyone together."

"Eh?! You mean we're not getting another sister?!" Tsubaki and Wataru ask, their voices sounding distraught.

"Sister?!" I echo, my heart rate increasing.

"I recently put an advertisement in the newspaper for a maid, and Ms. Tsukiyama was kind enough to answer quite promptly to it." I quickly nod my head in affirmation to this revelation.

"I look forward to working for you!" I add, clasping my hands to my chest. Tsubaki wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"Having her as a maid could be fun" he says mischievously, inching his face closer to mine. "Could we maybe dress her up in a cute maid costume?"

I look at him, startled by the very idea. "What?!"

"Tsubaki! Can't you see you're making the poor girl nervous again?" Azusa cuts in sharply, pushing his brother away from me. Tsubaki pouts at his brother, but keeps his distance from me just the same.

"This woman is here strictly on business" the tall, honey blonde says, his voice bland and emotionless. Kaname was it? Or was it Ukyo? Perhaps it was Louis. Whatever his name was, I nod my head in agreement to his statement as I struggle to match names to faces.

"If you would follow me, I will show you to your room." He takes the handle of my suitcase and lifts it with ease as he heads up the stairs. Suddenly realizing that I am being left behind, I jump off the couch and follow quickly after him.

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~Melissa-Disney99