Waii!!!! :goes into chibi neko-amirynn mode:^^ I finally got around to writing something-anything- to the point of it having a semi-sense of completion- let's ignore the slight fact that, not only is it slightly incestuous, it's also a drabble :ears and tail droop slightly before she perks up again: but then again I'm also actually making progress on my other works~ what other works you ask? Sore wa…. himitsu desu~!
:giggles: gomen, I'm just hyper- now, a fujicest fic for all y'all's enjoyment
(I don't own tenipuri, though I really would like to !_!)
To Deserve
by: Amirynn
Mizuki was wrong.
He didn't hate his aniki, his aniki was his world- his goal.
He loved tennis, but he- he wanted to be..... It was just that it had been a long time since he'd seen his aniki.
He'd almost forgotten what he looked like-tried as hard as he could to forget in fact. However, he knew as soon as he saw him again that it had been no use- that the chestnut and sapphire colours that his dreams where really subconscious reminders of his older brother. It didn't make sense, how even when he hadn't seen his aniki in so long, just one tiny conversation-filled with malice on his part as it was-brought everything back.
Everything about his aniki was a tease, the thought of being able to touch his aniki's greatness- of being good enough to compare-that his aniki loved him as much as he loved him......
Everything.
Well, maybe not everything-there was a good deal of protectiveness in him too.
He knew what his aniki was capable off-he wasn't completely dense, he'd seen it after all-he'd seen the lengths his aniki would go to protect those dear to him. Seen and cried over the wounds he swore would never grace his aniki's body again.
That was why Mizuki was wrong- he didn't hate his aniki.
He just felt that he didn't deserve him.
So maybe.... just once, he'd prove himself wrong.
For that had become was his goal- through tennis, he'd finally be deserving of his tensai of a brother.
Because, now, that was all he wanted- to deserve.
-owari-