Red Diamond

Again, here, with chapter 12.

Do you know how heartbreaking it is to see that 190 people just viewed the first chapter, and rejected the story right off the bat? To be honest, one needs a hell of patience to watch BroCon, since there could've been fifty more cute moments which they ruined, thanks to Juli.

Duh, I'm not depressed or anything. By the way, thanks for another fav! 3

My ten year old sister knows the anime I write about here on fanfic (though she hasn't read any), so she came to me yesterday and asked me if she could watch BroCon, and I clearly refused. After a lot of pleading and begging, I gave in by saying, "I take no guarantee, so watch it at your own risk." I'm afraid if she has crossed Tsubaki's kiss episode. What kind of an elder sister am I, allowing my sister to see kisses between siblings?

In this chapter, I'll try to bring the spotlight on some forgotten points. (Yes, I forgot our dear Fuuto-kun. I'm a total idiot.)

I hope you like the chapter!

Disclaimer: ~Got a secret, can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save.
I do not own Brothers Conflict
The creators ain't naïve.~

Secret by The Pierces. Yes, I know it was lame. You got the message, right?

Chapter 12: Meet The Haughty 'Hottie' Idol

Sabrina's POV

"Wait, what? Are you telling me that there's no dance troupe here?" I exclaimed with wide eyes, gaining attention of the other students present in the hallway.

"Not really, calm down. There is a troupe which hardly ever dances. That's the reason our school has never won any awards in dance competitions." Mahoko said, and I still couldn't believe what she had told me. I looked at Yuusuke in astonishment, and he too, shook his head. Damn!

"Then we'll make a dance troupe!" I declared, and Mahoko looked at me in disbelief, to give me this heartbreaking news – "No one is interested in dancing here." You've gotta run away from here, right now, Sabrina.

"It's... okay, we'll convince some people. It's easy. Like, kinda..." I whispered the last part. This school was known to have active participation in many fields, but why not dancing?

"In fact, you've got some help at home, too. You guys are Fuuto Asakura's siblings; he's such an amazing dancer! I wonder how it would be to live with him." She dreamily said, and Yuusuke whispered, "Ugh! That bastard!"

I heard it and giggled, and asked him, "You don't like him?"

"He's one hell of a brother!" He exclaimed, red with anger, "That brat has no respect! I have no idea how high he thinks of himself-"

"Asahina!" One of his friends, who were leaning on the window pane behind, called for him, and he turned. "Sorry, looks like I have to go." He said and went to join them.

"Thank god he left; otherwise, he would have been in for a good argument." Mahoko fumed, looking at the poor redhead, "How can he talk like this about Fuuto-kun!"

"Seems like you're too fond of him. My bad, I haven't even met the guy." I admitted.

"He's handsome – hot! His voice is absolutely mesmerizing, and his dance moves are incredible. You are way too lucky to have him as your brother." She droned on and on about how 'Asakura Fuuto' would be. In my mind, I had this personality of him being courteous and gentle, but a little spoiled, just as Yuusuke said. He always exaggerates things, so I wasn't sure of how much 'bratty' this guy could be.

Mahoko and I exited the school building, and I waited alone for Yuusuke, since Mahoko had a date with Sasakura, for which I had teased her enough throughout the day. As I waited, I wondered how the time flew by. I hadn't even noticed, but it was already the second day of December. Not much had changed from last month – a lively family, a boisterous Mahoko, a flirting David, and very little dance – yes, it was pretty much the same.

As I observed the shapes of the clouds, Yuusuke came out of the building. I noticed that his sleeves were torn, and his hair was messed up.

"Whoa whoa, dude. What happened?" I approached him and asked.

"Just... fell from the stairs." He replied, and I could easily detect that he was lying. But I didn't ask him why. I checked if there were any injuries on his arms. Apparently, there were a few cuts.

"We need to get you home now." I said and helped him with his bag, even after his refusals.

We got home, and I began dressing his wounds in the living room. "You don't need to do that." He said, not losing his strong-man demeanor.

"Oh, I need to do that." I said as I removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Then, I dabbed a wet cloth on the injuries, and soon after applied the skin cream. I noticed there was a mark on his neck, too, so I leaned on and moved his hair to the side to dab the wet cloth. He told me to leave it quite a few times, but I was determined to not listen to him. Poor guy just reluctantly sat there, blushing the whole time, as I hovered over half of his body.

"Done. Feelin' better now?" I asked him, and he shyly nodded. I stood up on my feet followed by the redhead. He went back to his room, and I went to change and and grab my headphones. I just wanted to laze around – by which I mean to have the time of my life – since the next day was a Saturday.

I went back to the sofa, and this time, I laid down on it, and looked at the roof, while a slow romantic Hindi song played in my ears. I eventually fell asleep.

0~0~0

"...ake up..."

"... Wake up..." I heard the faint sound of an unfamiliar voice in my sleep, and I began gaining consciousness. "Wake up!" I sat up and rubbed my eyes to see a caramel-haired teen boy standing beside the sofa I was sitting on. Damn, it's Fuuto!

His brown eyes gazed up and down on me, and he asked, "Who are you, sleeping like this on my sofa? Someone's girl?"

Wait. "Um, hi, I'm Sabrina, supposedly your new elder sister." I just woke up to a celebrity, co-incidentally sleeping on 'his' sofa and I was supposed to introduce myself to him as his new sister. To add to that, I was still waking up.

"Oh, so you're the girl she mentioned." He said, sitting on the sofa beside me, examining my face closely. Our faces were just a few inches apart. Gosh, and you're still in a daze, your eyelids half-open, looking like a dumb slowpoke.

"You're not bad, huh," He drew a conclusion, and I waited there thinking if I should say 'Thanks' or not, when he continued, "But you don't seem so smart. You're an idiot, aren't you?"

I was wide awake now. Who the hell was he to judge me from my sleepy face? I retorted, "And you're a jerk, aren't you?"

"Huh! Who do you think you are speaking to?" He stood up, and I did, too. That escalated quickly.

"I know, I know who you are, but you hold no right to judge me. Man, I just woke up!" I protested.

"You definitely are an idiot." He said, looking angrily at me, but then smirked and placed his hands behind his head.

"Look who's talking – the bratty jerk." I said, trying to act smart.

"You-" He was again angered, but walked up to me and gripped my hand, "I'll make sure you have a lovely time with me."

"Oh, I look forward to it, then." I said looking directly into his eyes, and smirked. He was caught off guard for a second, but regained his bratty attitude and said, "You are different. It'll be fun to play with you."

I kept looking into his eyes, when he finally left my hand, turned, and walked off. "Till then, goodbye, idiot."

"Hmph! Goodbye, jerk." I said and sat back. What does he think of himself! The red boy was so right!

"I agree with you for the first time. FYI, the red boy is Yuusuke. When are you gonna learn his name?" I silently muttered. Well...

But deep down, I knew that I had to be on good terms with him, so I made a mental note to make up with him later. I thought of something to do, and ended up deciding to do some homework.

O~O~O

I came to the kitchen and saw Ukyo already there. I grabbed my apron from the hook on the wall adjacent to the refrigerator and said, "Welcome home Ukyo-san! You're home early?"

He looked at me blankly for a second; presumably he was astonished, I didn't know why. I waved a hand in front of him to bring him back to earth, "Did I say something wrong?"

He snapped back to reality and said, "Oh, no, I just heard 'welcome home' after a long time. Thanks." He smiled, and I smiled back, but inwardly, it saddened me to see that no one ever greeted him after he came back from his work. He was their care-taker, yet, no one thanked him for his efforts. I wanted to do something to thank him, but couldn't think of anything at the moment.

Releasing a little sigh, I joined him for work.

O~O~O

For the rest of the dinner, I kept thinking of something special to do for him. I came up with no good idea and I was so frustrated that I couldn't get myself to sleep. Or maybe because I slept in the afternoon. Whatever!

It was half past midnight already. Finally coming to a conclusion that I won't be able to sleep, I exited my room and went to the third floor, hoping Yuusuke would be awake, though, I wasn't sure on that.

"One, two, three, four... here's his room." I counted in my brain and knocked on his door twice. It opened instantly, and judging by his face, it didn't look like he was sleeping either.

"Hey, free for some coffee?" I asked, and he agreed. We went to the fifth floor, and just as we were about to descend down the stairs, I heard someone's voices. I stopped him and signaled him to listen. We stood behind the nearest wall and eavesdropped.

"There is something that I must tell you." A voice spoke.

"Yes?" Another one said.

"They are Tsubaki and Azusa!" Yuusuke whispered.

"Haven't we been living together for a while?" The voice I recognized to be Tsubaki's, asked.

"That's right. For years, if I have to say." Azusa said.

"But lately, when I'm with you, I feel different." Tsubaki admitted, and we raised our brows. We took a glimpse, and observed that they were sitting together.

"My heart starts racing, and I can't calm down. I also get irritated when I see you get along with other people." Tsubaki continued, and Azusa said, "Huh?" Yuusuke and I too, went like, "Huh?" and looked at each other, our eyes slowly widening.

"I... I am in love with you." Tsubaki admitted, and Yuusuke and I were almost about to faint. With our eyes as wide as saucers and our mouths hung open, we looked at the twins as they looked at each other.

"What the heck! Is he crazy?" Yuusuke exclaimed suddenly, and I slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to shush him. They must've heard us, because Tsubaki called, "Who is there?" Then we heard footsteps coming upstairs, so we revealed ourselves, and I, pretending to be nonchalant, said, "Hi." Yuusuke stared at them, open-mouthed, colored in shock.

"Oh hey! What are you two doing at this time of the night?" Tsubaki asked.

"Just not able to sleep, right Yuusuke?" I motioned for him to nod and get out of his staring-mode. He nodded, and said, "Was it bloody true?"

"What?" Azusa asked. Both of them were perplexed. Arrey, say it!

I took a deep breath and spilled out, "Sorry... we kinda... overheard your littleconversation by mistake." Both of them looked at each other and a look of realization washed over their faces. Before anyone could say anything, I said, "But we support you! Yeah! I fully support you and, um, you get it, okay?"

"Yes, the feelings are true. I finally let them out. I love Azusa." Tsubaki said, enveloped his arms around his twin and kissed his cheek. Yuusuke basically freaked out.

"Oh! Yeah..." I put my arms behind my back, and put on a big, fake smile that could be easily classified as fake. "Yeah, yeah, you guys can continue. We were just... loitering around. Sorry to disturb ya!" I brisk walked to the elevator, arms still behind my back, posture of a robot. I suddenly heard laughter from behind. I turned and saw that it was Tsubaki laughing.

"What?" I asked. Tsubaki stopped laughing, and Azusa explained, "We were just rehearsing our scripts."

Scripts? Scripts! Yeah, voice actors! I remembered, face-palmed, and muttered, "Damn..."

I walked up to them and apologized,"I'm sorry, I just forgot that you guys were voice actors. And Yuusuke, too, didn't remind me." Yuusuke was furious, and stomped away to the elevator, saying, "You sick freaks!"

"But your reactions were the best – especially Yuusuke! That look on his face was incredible!" Tsubaki said, and we giggled; I laughed at myself for being so gullible, and for forgetting those petty details.

"But yes, sorry for interrupting your rehearsal, I shall be going now." I said and turned to go, but Tsubaki held me by my shoulders and said, "No need to go. I'd love to practice with a female voice. Like to join us?" I was about to agree, since I had nothing else to do, but Azusa interrupted," Let her go, Tsubaki, it's already too much for the night."

"But I'm tired of the practices!" Tsubaki whined like a child, "We've already rehearsed ten times! I'm done!"

"Alright then. Let's go back to sleep." Azusa suggested, and Tsubaki and I said in unison, "Nah, don't wanna sleep now. Jinx!"

"Let's have a drink then." I suggested, and Azusa said, "Not a bad idea."

We grabbed cans of cola from the fridge and went to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and sipped our beverages. "Can I share something with you guys?" I said, out of the blues.

"Yes?" They said.

"I just want to do something for Ukyo-san to thank him for all he has done for us. A day to make him feel special. For that, I'll need your help." I confessed, and it looked like some realization struck Azusa.

"Oh wait, tomorrow's Ukyo's birthday!" Azusa remembered, and Tsubaki exclaimed, "How could I forget that?" My eyes brightened up – that was just the opportunity I needed.

"I bet no one remembers his birthday." Azusa stated, and I clapped my hands, "We'll make his birthday unforgettable this time!" They looked at me, and I explained them tomorrow's schedule, and asked them to give me all the brothers' numbers.

"And here's Natsume's number..." Tsubaki started to dictate, but I said, "I already have his number."

"Huh? How?" Azusa asked.

"He gave me his business card last time he visited." I replied, and a mischievous smile appeared on Tsubaki's face. "So Natsume has already started making moves on our little sister?"

"What? No!" I denied, and Azusa silenced Tsubaki, "Shut up, Tsubaki. You're making her uncomfortable."

Tsubaki patted my head, and said, "Sorry about that, but yes, nice plan for tomorrow."

"I'm already excited." I said while smiling. I already wanted the night to end as soon as it could. And then I remembered another important thing, something that was so important just a few months before, but forgotten now...

"Can we take a selfie? I need to update my SnapChat story. Please?" I asked, making puppy eyes, tapping on the little yellow icon on my screen. They laughed, and thus, we ended up clicking our pictures for the next fifteen minutes.

Hmm, that was it. Not really impressed by how it came, but I guess it was satisfactory at least. Yes, I forgot SnapChat. I mean, that's typical Sabrina for you.

My sister is still on the beginning of fourth episode, and she has her opinion ready. She hates KANAME (me too!), SUBARU, AZUSA, WATARU, YUUSUKE, AND FUUTO. And her fav is HIKARU, of all people, because of his hair. And I was like, "what the hell?" But no doubts that guy is legit savage!

I haven't forgotten to put Hikaru in the story (since my sis is always asking if I have put Hikaru in my story or not), he'll be appearing in the next or the next-to-next chapter.

Next update is going to take some time, since I have a busy weekend, and I have to write the chapter in two hours, in which my mom or sister interrupts every five minutes for some stupid shit, so you have an idea of how things are going on here...

Please tell me if you are getting notifications on Gmail from about the story updates, because I tried to follow my own story but didn't allow that. So please, end my misery by giving an answer at least.

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At your service,
Diamond Shyn