So I promise to update this story every now and then but failed. Sorry, I have not been writing in English lately and it is becoming very rusty. Hopefully, I'll get back into my old English writing speed. Also, I realized that I have left many stories hanging—for five years or more! Now, I have to rectify the situation, ne? I will try my best to update as much as I can!

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"Because sometimes in life, Ken doesn't always choose Barbie."

Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

The skies are angry. Thousand beads of rain drizzle through the open field where Ryuuki and Suzaku are practicing. When they started the game, it was only a light tip-tap, at the middle of it, it has transformed to a raging full storm. The others want to stop playing except for the twins, except for Ryuuki. The former god of war kicked the ball and it zoomed past the defense line, flawlessly, into the goal. The twins are in different teams for the practice and they have been facing off non-stop, two midfielders, trying their best to claim the ball.

Ryuuki has been in a bad mood and the skies reflect his anger. He races toward Suzaku, who has just received the ball from the defender. Ryuuki inches toward his brother and their bodies collide. Suzaku elbowed him and he fought back. The collision brought them face-down on the muddy field.

"Hey—no fighting! This is just practice!" the coach screamed over the deluge. They heard it clearly but none was giving way for the other. They were the star players of the team and right now, they were unconsciously trying to edge out the other. Ryuuki knew, for Suzaku never played seriously on a practice match—except today. Against him.

"Damn you," Ryuuki muttered while they struggled in the mud, both clutching the ball.

"Damn you too," Suzaku answered back. He was not giving up. This pissed Ryuuki even more.

"I said no fighting!" The rest of the teammates pulled them apart, separating what could have been a brawl. Ryuuki reached for the ball, but Suzaku immediately kicked it away. Arse.

"I won't give it to you," he whispers. Ryuuki heard it clearly and it made his blood boil. They stared at each other for a long time. This is the first time, Ryuuki realized, that Suzaku faced him upfront. No jokes, no campy tirades.

"Like I care," he muttered, running back to position. Yet, he felt otherwise. Thunder erupted from the sky, betraying his thoughts.

The game resumed and this time, Ryuuki stole the ball before it reached Suzaku. He kicked it hard, eyeing the goal ahead of him. They have always been rivals, fighting even in that wretched old land. The redhead ruled love while he favored power. Ryuuki had always acknowledged that when it comes to matters of the heart, his brother was much better than him. But when it comes to other things, he was superior. He was, after all, the dragon. He kicked the ball but Suzaku blocked him by sliding from his side. They both fell on the mud, him on top of his brother.

Before he knew it, Ryuuki had landed a punch on his face and Suzaku had responded with another punch. Their teammates panicked and did their best to separate them. But they continued, and with every hit, Ryuuki felt much better.

Toshiro was placing band aids on Ryuuki's face. He winced, it hurt. After the encounter at the football field, he rushed home without changing his clothes or waiting for the damn bird to stand up. He clenched his fist. He felt better now. Still heavy but better.

"You fought with Suzaku again."

"It's his fault, tiger-nii." The former god of the west sighed. He probably prepared a lecture but realized the younger boy was not going to listen to him anyway. "Mother will not be happy."

"She's always angry at me."

"Because you always cause wars, Seiryuu." Ryuuki didn't respond. "That's why when you said you want to see your miko, she immediately brought us here. Imagine that, the god of war, the dragon, wanting to see a woman. After millions of years, you yearn for a live breathing person instead of power."

"You're becoming sentimental."

"Whatever."

Yes, a woman. He yearned for her, the target. He wondered why this time around, he yearned for her when he never did in the numerous times she appeared before him as a miko. Different faces, different souls. Yet, he wanted this one. Why? He wondered too why for countless nights and days. Was it because she was stupid? Uttering the third wish and letting him devour her? And in the process being one with him? And when his devil of a brother took her back to this world to fulfill his miko's wish, she took with her a part of him. It was inevitable, Ryuuki thought. After all, they were one. When you become one with someone, that someone cannot simply depart from you without leaving a space. That was logical, wasn't it? That he yearn for her because she was once part of him?

"I brought the ice," a soft voice pulled him back to reality and his gut clenched when she entered the room, holding the cold pack.

"Thank you, Yui." Toshiro's phone rang and he stood up. "Mother. Sorry, I have to take this call. Can you help Ryuu-chan?"

"Of course—"

"I can manage on my own."

"Be nice to Yui-san, Ryuu-chan. Excuse me." Toshiro left the room, leaving them together. Silence hang between them. Yui slowly approached him and placed the ice on his face. He winced.

"Hey, be gentle."

"Sorry."

Nobody said anything again. Ryuuki doesn't want to say anything to begin with. What else was there to say to his brother's girlfriend? The bluenette sighed. He will never understand women. They were complicated. Maybe he knew better by evading them when he was a god. If one has power, one has access to money, women, and everything else. It was that simple. And this one beside him, Ryuuki realized, was the most complicated of all the women he encountered. (The target is an exception, of course. She is perfect.)

"Why did you fight?" she asked.

"None that concerns you," he cut smugly. "Why don't you just tend to your boyfriend? I gave him a beating.

"Suzaku is not my boyfriend," she answered immediately.

"That's a surprise. Didn't know you're the type who lets a man who is not your boyfriend kiss you." Yui pushed the ice pack on his face. "Owww—what the—"

"You are so rude."

"And you are being mean. Taking advantage of my condition. You bring me pain, woman!" He pulled the ice pack from her hands and placed it on his bruises. He refused to meet her gaze. He hurt her, that's for sure. And he ain't going to apologize for that. "I don't care what you two are. Heck, I don't even care about you."

Silence. Again.

"Okay," she whispered before standing up and walking away. Ryuuki just closed his eyes and let the ice chill his burning face. That was not cool or cute. And he regretted saying it out. But what else was there to say?

A/N: Sorry, this one's a shortie. Still getting into the zone, gals. Gomen nasai!