Chapter Four

Looks Can Be Deceiving

3rd POV

"I can't believe we have to pick him up, can't he just find a ride himself," Yusuke Asahina bit out, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. To say he was displeased about picking up Fuuto at the airport was an understatement. He didn't understand why he had to be here of all places, waiting for what he called "the bratty, showoff popstar" who could get anything he wanted. If it had been up to Yusuke, he said let Fuuto walk home for all he cared, but knowing the boy, he would get a ride from anybody he wanted with how popular he had become through his music career. It irked the red head thinking about how Fuuto always got his way.

"Because he's our brother and I offered him a ride home." Masaomi answered back, smiling slight at his younger brother's behavior. Yusuke never hid his true feelings about Fuuto, and everybody in the family, including their not always there mother and their new father Rintarou knew as well, some finding humor in their constant spats while others found it annoying. You could be five minutes with Yusuke in the same room as Fuuto and know of his feelings regarding the pop sensation. To Masaomi however, they are family, so he honestly didn't care about how cheeky and bratty Fuuto acts at times; knowing that deep down Fuuto was kind his own way.

"Well then why do I have to be here!" Yusuke asked angrily, seeing no specific reason why he had to spend even more time around his selfish younger brother.

"Because Yusuke, the other's are busy with the celebration party, and since you didn't want to help out there, well you'll be helping me with welcoming him," Masaomi answered, feeling the urge to sweatdrop at his brother's actions.

In response, the red head sighed and grumbled, turning away childishly.

Fuuto had gone down to the USA to sign one of the biggest music production contracts he's ever signed. It was a major accomplishment on his mark as far as his music career went, and it would mean he would be doing a couple concerts there. And even though this wasn't huge in Fuuto's eyes, it was in others, hence the reason why they decided to throw him a congratulating party, despite the fact that it would raise his ego even more.

And Subaru had been with Yusuke when throwing a party was first mentioned, agreeing that they shouldn't do it because it would only make him more annoying, of course, they were outnumbered in votes.

"Flight 261 from the United States of America to Japan now landing," a voice over the intercom stated. The eldest brother then smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets.

It wasn't long before people started making their way in, all from the same flight. Most looked to be American's touring places around the world, but there were a couple Japanese; possibly business men.

And as Masaomi was searching for a familiar face, Yusuke's attention was drifted elsewhere.

A blush rose up on his cheeks, nearly as dark as his hair color, as he continued to stare, not seeming to take his eyes away. There the most beautiful Japanese girl he had ever seen, or at least in his eyes she was, waiting for her luggage to be brought out on the conveyor belt. Her long strangely white tresses fell down her back in beautiful waves like the foam of the ocean, her deep, crisp blue eyes shinned, her fair skin looked smooth to the touch, and the best thing of all was that she was around his age. But even as Yusuke stared at her in awe, he noticed that so far she stood out from the others. Her eyes were filled with content or happiness, instead they looked dull, and haunted, a faraway look like her mind was elsewhere, remembering things that she shouldn't. In all she looked sad and alone, making Yusuke frown, his own dark red orbs narrowing slightly, but when she glanced to where he and his brother stood, not really looking at them but around, he felt his heart leap when he saw the depth of her sadness.

Pressing a hand to his chest to calm his sudden constricted breaths and his rapid heart, Yusuke forced his eyes away, focusing on the appearance of his other and younger brother. "You didn't have to take me home, I could've taken the limo," Fuuto piped up, a bored look on his face. In response Masaomi gave him a wry smile.

"We know, I just thought it would help bring less attention if I just drove you instead," the gray haired man offered. The brown haired brother huffed, not exactly saying thank you but not exactly ungrateful. Despite feeding off attention like a leech, there were still moments where he preferred if no one knew about who he truly was, especially when he wanted to do simple things like go to the library or go to the grocery store, not like he did much of those things anyway.

"Oi, you should be grateful," Yusuke snapped, crossing his arms over his chest once more.

"Oh, and what would you know-" Fuuto continued, snapping right back, but Masaomi wasn't paying attention to them or of their "conversation," instead he caught sight of something else. The girl Yusuke had been staring at earlier, instead this time she had her ear buds popped in and she looked very disappointed.

He then realized her age, and looked around for someone to take her home, but there was none. No one was walking up to her, no one even looked like they knew her, she was just alone. Why isn't anyone here for her, the city can be dangerous if you're not alone, and a pretty young girl like her… his thoughts trailed sadly as he turned his attention back onto two of his younger brothers, sighed exasperate. They were still going, still fighting. Masaomi then grabbed Fuuto's bags and decided to confront them.

"Enough you two, let's get on home," Masaomi softly scolded instead, running a hand over his face. He put his thoughts regarding the girl far back into his mind, knowing she was still a complete stranger, and headed towards the car, shaking his head lightly at the two pouting kids.

Sicily POV

When I had boarded off of the plane I noticed immediately that I was alone. I couldn't see my Aunt Amaya anywhere. A sliver of fear ran it's course through my body as I realized how big of a situation this was. Amaya rarely ever answered her phone, so the odds of calling her to see if she was going to actually pick me up like she promised was little to none, and I didn't know my way around the city. More than likely I would end up getting lost then where would I be, especially if my phone died. This day was already proving itself to be more trouble than it's worth.

Sighing loudly to myself, I headed towards the conveyor belt, awaiting for my suitcase. I ignored everyone around me, who almost all seemed to have some they knew waiting for them, or already seemed to know where they were going to go. Then there was me on the other hand who just seemed like a lost teenage girl in a big unknown city.

But even as I waited I knew I wasn't the only one who had a less than friendly greeting. Not even three yards away I could hear two boys fighting, around my age from the sounds of it. Curiously I glanced over at them finding a red haired teenage boy and a slight pinkish brunette teenage boy arguing with each other, but I couldn't seem to grasp the words. Instead I just watched, having a feeling they were related; they looked like they did this kind of thing daily.

This caused my chest to sting painfully. My parents never wanted another child, they always said they were content with just having me, even though I would beg them to give me a younger brother or sister. It wasn't till later that I found out the truth; my mother couldn't get pregnant. She had told me it had been a miracle I had been born, and she had nearly died in child birth, and because of that she and my father told me that it made me even more special to them. Even if they had adopted, they said they couldn't love the child nearly enough as me. That was the moment I had stopped being so selfish.

Turning my attention away from them, I instead put my ear buds in, focusing on the music. Trying to drift away like when I was in the plane I only hope I won't drift too far.

To be continued…

A/N: oh my goodness, thank you all for all the bunches of reviews! It made me so happy to read them all and they made me smile. I am so glad you are enjoying this story!

To Guest (1): Thank you I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the sort of interaction with the Asahina's.

To Guest (ReverseHaremFan1123): Thank you thank you! And yeah you'll be getting more of that sadness later on in the story, we have yet to have her confront her aunt.

To LoverGirl71793: I am so happy you like this story, and it'll be soon that she'll meet the Asahina's but right now I'm trying to develop the character more, and try to show you guys what exactly she's like.

To Guest (2): Here you go, I hope you enjoy!

To anon (Guest): Thank you, I am so happy people are liking Sicily. It's a big step for me because she isn't the kind of character I usually write in FanFics (they mostly end up being stoic, hard OC's who soften up in the end).

To Guest (3): Sorry but she has yet to meet the brothers but it'll be very very soon! I won't keep you guys waiting for too long, especially since she still has to get to know them, and then they have to have their relationships evolved and then bam! Ending Pairing!