Summary: Indra tries to fix things, but Ashura wants him to stay away.

For the guest reviewer who loves this collection enough that they reread the chapters. They had the suggestion for it and I thought, "Hey! This person had a great idea!"

They suggested that I write a chapter (or more than one) to explain how Indra and Ashura's relationship started. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do!

Part 2.

Indra was eighteen now and his feelings for his brother had merely grown stronger. He dare not act on them. He dare not reveal them.

But it is too late. They have been revealed...to Ashura at least.

(How long before everyone else knew too?)

He knew, without a shred of doubt, that his younger brother was disgusted and afraid of his feelings.

Indra was afraid too...because it meant that he wasn't normal. Not anymore. Not if he was falling in love with his younger brother, a person that he should only love in a platonic way.

He cursed himself for drinking that sake two years ago. Why did he do it? He didn't know the answer. Hell, he didn't even have a satisfactory answer to that question.

What Indra did know is that if he hadn't gotten drunk, then his relationship with his brother wouldn't have changed. His brother wouldn't be avoiding him.

But was hiding his feelings or pretending they didn't exist really the right answer? It wasn't. Not really, he realized. He had to come to terms with it, sooner or later.

Preferably sooner.

Indra let out a breath of air. That would not be easy and he knew that. Maybe the first thing to do was voice his feelings. Ashura knew already, of course,, but Indra had been drunk. It was a drunken confession.

And that would not do.

It didn't take long to find Ashura. Not long at all. The younger boy was with Taizō. Indra tried to fathom that. How could Ashura remain friends with someone who had almost caused his death à la boar?

Ashura was too forgiving, but he would not forgive him. Not for his feelings at least.

The two of them were talking and judging by Ashura's expression he did not like what Taizō was saying.

"It's not something you can just ignore, Ashura," the darker-haired male said quietly.

"It's disgusting," Ashura snapped back, "and I want nothing to do with it."

"I'm not saying you have to feel the same. I'm just saying that ignoring it isn't the answer."

Ashura opened his mouth to give a retort, but Indra cleared his throat. Both of them looked at the elder brother, startled.

"Taizō, can I have a word with my brother?" Indra questioned. "Alone, please?"

"S-sure," Taizō said as he left, taking his share of the chopped wood, leaving the two brothers alone.

"Ashura, I-" Indra tried to say, but the younger cut him off.

"I don't care," he said. "I don't want to hear it."

Ashura picked up the remaining chopped wood and walked past his brother, only for Indra to grab his arm.

"Let go, Indra," Ashura snarled. He wasn't calling his elder brother 'nii-san' anymore. Indra would contemplate that later.

"I love you," the elder blurted out. The younger froze.

Indra swallowed, his mouth painfully dry. "I love you and not in a way that a brother should. I know it's wrong. I know it's taboo, but I can't help the way I feel for you."

Ashura gave no reply and Indra continued, "You already knew that though, when I was drunk, but I'm telling you this, sober as I am now, because...because I'm trying to accept how I feel. You don't have to feel the same."

He had a feeling that he was treading into deep water, judging by how pale his younger brother was becoming.

"You're more than likely disgusted and...and afraid. That's okay," Indra said quickly. "I can understand. I only want you to know that...that I'm not going to force you to feel...to do anything you don't want to. I only want you to understand and to fix our relationship as bro-"

Slap!

Indra's head had jerked to the side with the force of the blow. Placing a hand on his stinging cheek, the elder looked at the younger with an expression akin to shock. The chopped wood had fallen to the ground.

"Stay away from me!" Ashura snapped. "I don't want you anywhere near me!"

Then he turned and ran, leaving Indra shocked by what just happened. In hindsight, Indra knew that he should have done this more tactfully, more cautiously.

A/N: Iapologize for not uploading a chapter to this drabble collection sooner, but I didn't have much inspiration for it. Also...Chapter 3 of I hate you and then I love you (my Albert WeskerxChris Redfield drabble collection) has been uploaded and I've finally uploaded three new chapters to this drabble collection! Whoo hoo!

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