AN: I'm so sorry for the late, this chapter is ready since last week, but I had a ot of things to do for my Uni applications. I hope you can forgive me and you will enjoy this chapter.
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The Brother
When they were very young, they got on well with each other. When Sherlock was three it started not being good, since he clearly wasn't as intelligent as his brother. They even both thought he was stupid. When John heard that, he laughed, the idea was so ridiculous. Indeed, that's what they also realised when they moved out from their isolated home where they had to be home-schooled to London's suburb and went to school, meeting other children. The grudge between the two brothers didn't stop there, though, because they weren't only different in terms of intelligence. Mycroft had been, unlike Sherlock, capable of adapting himself and blending in more or less by developing necessary social skills. Not being the last baby one had made him less lazy and he had worked his way to the top of society. That made his little brother jealous. But Mycroft had a big problem with Sherlock too. He hated the fact that the detective kept in shape naturally through his way of life while he had to exercise at least twice a day to remain approximately bearable. And he hated the former's charming skills. Wherever Sherlock went, he made women and men fall like flies, all attracted to his sharp beauty and the shivers he could send when he needed to make his way with someone. And he could not even manage to seduce the one person that mattered to him… But through time all these little gibes had become their way of showing how much they cared about each other, a sort of disguised I love you brother.
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AN: Sooo, hope you enjoyed, and this time I promise, I'm posting next one right away. Next one won't be there for some time though, so I invite you to visit my profile and other fanfics, I'll try to be quick. Good weekend to you all, and thanks for reading! A little review maybe?