Warning: This story had a short mention of sex. It is in no way detailed and doesn't play a huge part in this story but if you are triggered by that I suggest not reading this.
There they stood.
"Ema… this is the last time I'm going to say this. I-I love you." Tsubaki's eyes cast away as he attempted to approach his love.
"Tsubaki I think-I think I feel the same way," Ema squeaked as her brother cornered her.
Finally with consent, Tsubaki laid his hands on Ema, the love of his life, his sister.
But I guess that's all we were in the end. Siblings. I guess the feeling wasn't mutual after all. After all that struggle he had went through to get Ema, what was the point? Now he was off with some other woman as his so called love of his life watched through the falling droplets of rain as they attacked the cold hard asphalt of the road.
Ema let her fists that had formed over time loosen as the rain washed away her feelings of hatred and frustration.
"Ema~" A playful voice rung through the hallways as it skipped down to a certain door. A few knocks were placed upon the wood before a familiar face peaked out.
"W-What is it Tsubaki?" Ema's face was bright red as her boyfriend stood grinning in front of her. She noticed his prying eyes attempting to peel open the door which stood barely open, only enough for Ema's worried eyes to cast out.
"May I come inside, my love?" Tsubaki purred at Ema only for the door to creak closed a bit more, causing a concerned look to draw upon Tsubaki's face. "Are you hiding something from me, Ema?" Tsubaki's eyebrows furrowed but a grin soon took over his face as he threw his body against the door, causing Ema to fall back with a small squeak and Tsubaki to successfully enter the room.
"What were you trying to hi- OH!" Tsubaki's face lit up like a little boy who just received as present as he noticed the scantily dress Ema below him, trying desperately to cast away her eyes.
"H-Happy birthday, Tsubaki" Ema whispered, still extremely embarrassed by her situation.
All that love wasted. I knew I should've gone for someone more stable, like Ukyo or Azusa. They both were mature and treated her well. If only she had known before hand.
With that hatred and frustration, her love, too, was ripped from her, splattered on the ground, and washed down the drain along with what felt like her very being.
What was she now?
Tsubaki was her life, her every moment centered around him. He always needed to be taken care of and she was always happy to take care of him.
"Tsubaki- it hurts," Ema cried as Tsubaki hovered over her. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered sweet nothings to her, in attempts to calm her.
Ema had willingly allowed her brother- her lover to steal her virginity. He really should've taken up a career as a their, first her heart, now this. Where will it stop?
As pain grew to pleasure, Ema's throat let out loud moans, calling for her lover to continue. She had never experienced this before and was glad it was with Tsubaki.
Tsubaki held back his animalistic nature for his little sister. She seemed so innocent, so untouched. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting her.
Ema grew numb. There was nothing. Her tears mingled with the rain as it pounded on through the night. The grocery bags, earlier clenched in her hands, had dropped by now and everything was now soaked to a point of unuse.
Her eyes followed him as his lips merged with his lover's. His face had taken to a state of pure happiness as he walked hand in hand with that girl.
Ema allowed hers and Tsubaki's eyes to meet for a split second before she quickly snatched the bags and swept off into the dark, allowing Tsubaki's eyebrows to furrow in confusion, questioning if he had even seen his sister at all.
"Tsubaki, do you want t-" Ema began as she continued cooking.
"Busy." Tsubaki called before Ema could even finish her sentence. Tsubaki had thrown on his coat over clothes that looked almost too dressed up to just be going out with friends or his brothers.
"O-Ok, Tsubaki. Have fun…" Ema trailed off as Tsubaki slammed the door, crushed the words of the one he should've cared for the most.
Footsteps echoed through the Asahina household as a rain drenched Ema flew through the door. With red eyes and soaked clothing, she attracted a few worried glances but walked right past to the kitchen. Ukyo stood there, chopping up some onions, but looked up when he heard the noise of bags being dropped.
"I-I got your groceries." Ema glanced away and slid out of the room, sprinting up to her bedroom. The lock clicked into place and Ema threw herself to her bed, letting the tears fall, no longer comforted by the gentle rain wiping her tears away.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet your requirements.
I'm sorry I thought love had no requirements.
And there it ended, as excruciatingly slow, full of trickery, and other love interests as their relationship had begun.
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