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For My Dearest Imouto-chan: Masaomi

"Ema-chan!" Ukyo calls out from the kitchen.

Ema speeds down the staircase of the mezzanine, hopping with both feet off the last step. "Hai?" She exclaims cheerfully.

Ukyo smiles softly at his adorable Imouto-chan, he asks: "Could you grab Masaomi's mug from his bedroom, please? He left it there this morning, could you please bring it down for me so that I can wash it along with the rest of the dinnerware and cutlery?"

"Sure!"

"Pardon the inconvenience, here's the key to his room." Ukyo says, handing Ema the spare key to Masaomi's bedroom.

Ema takes it from him: "Arigatougozaimashita, and no worries, Ukyo-san! I'm glad to help!"

Ukyo smiles as he watches Ema run back up the stairs to the elevator.

Reaching Masaomi's room, Ema inserts the spare key into the keyhole and turns it clockwise to unlock the door. She pushes the door open and takes a moment to take in Masaomi's bedroom: the walls were painted in light green, the room was neatly organized, his futon was at the back of the room, besides his wooden dresser, and across his dresser, there was his desk; the only messy area in the room. She walks towards his desk, where his white mug was placed, in the middle of the sea of papers, documents and stationary. Ema picks up the mug and cradles it in her hand as she peers down at the documents which were scattered all of the desk. Some seemed to be letters written by children (which she determined simply by analyzing the naive handwriting), others, work documents that she couldn't make out, and in a partially open drawer, she could make out letters. Ema stares at the envelopes for a short eternity, she couldn't help but wonder who they were from, what was written in them. She'll be the first one to admit to you that she's nosy. Her curiosity eventually got the best of her, she opens the drawer all the way and observes it's content: at the front of the drawer, there was letters upon letters, all written by Masaomi, she knew his handwriting very well, so she could tell he was the one that wrote them. I wonder who they're for?, she thought. At the back of the drawer, she found small trinkets, things like glitter gel pens, pink erasers, candies, cute stickers, friendship bracelets, and... hair ties with heart shaped charms? Wait, this stuff is mine! Ema frowns and grabs her things hastily. She was aloud to, right? After all, this was her stuff! As annoyed as she was that she'd been looking for half of these items for months, she couldn't help but wonder why did Masaomi keep these priceless things instead of returning them to her? It's not like he could sell these things for much profit, besides Masaomi wasn't like that, he wasn't a thief. She turns her attention back onto the letters. She grazes them with her fingernail, paying close attention to each and every one of them. She suddenly stops, when a word catches her eye: her own name, Ema. She places down her things and pulls the envelope out of the pile. She hesitantly opens it up. The brunette takes out the neatly folded letter and unfolds it carefully. She reads:

"My dearest Imouto-chan,

This will be my fourth attempt at writing this letter for you, I know, I'm hopeless. I'm never quite sure how to begin such letter, I spend my nights thinking about how I'm going to organize this confession, which is stupid, because knowing me, I'll probably never give this letter to you. But here we are, on our fourth letter.

I've been meaning to tell you this for months now, but I've never gathered up the courage to speak these words to you in person, therefore I shall express my feelings to you in a letter, like a soldier battling on the field in WW2, writing letters to his beloved wife at home. Except the soldier is a pathetic coward, and his beloved wife isn't his wife but his sister...

Now, where should I begin? As cliche as it may sound, from the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to ruin my life. Not in a bad way necessarily, well maybe in a bad way, depending on how you look at it, but I knew you were going to be the girl who changes me. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen: from beautiful caramel eyes, to your gorgeous brown locks, and your adorable freckles, you made me want bury myself on the spot. Your delicate features and small stature made me want to protect and cherish you. Your kind heart and playful attitude made me want to melt into the floorboards. I still hear the sweet words you spoke to me at night. The way you play with your ponytail, the sound of your laugh, your adorable smile and your innocent hugs are all etched into my mind for eternity.

I envy Kaname's shameless flirting, Natsume's forward attitude, Tsubaki's flirtatious kisses, Fuuto's endless teasing, and Subaru's lack of filter. I wish I could act the way they did around you, but sadly, I'm supposed to be a father figure to you.

But I don't want that, not anymore. I want to be there for you, not as a brother, but as a man. I want you to rely on me. I want to protect, support and love you unconditionally. I don't want to pretend as though these feelings I have for you are purely platonic, because they're not, they never were.

I am in love with you Ema-chan. I am hopelessly, desperately and deeply in love with you. I am so sorry. I know this isn't fair to say, I know I'm too old for you, I know my brothers have a better chance with you than I do, and I know that you'll never see me as anything more than a reliable older brother, but I am in love with you, and I don't know how to suppress these feelings of mine.

You deserve to know how much I adore you, that my actions aren't always purely innocent, and that I want you. I desire you more than anything in this world.

Even if you reject me, even if you step on my heart, stomping it to pieces, I'll still want you.

I can never see myself loving anyone other than you, I'll never stop loving you. I promise.

Yours truly,

Masaomi."

Ema felt her heart dropped. She clenches her chest. Had Masaomi loved her all this time? Was she the reason why he rejected the marriage interview weeks ago? Was she the woman he was apparently in love with? Without warning, she hears a bag drop to the floor and someone say: "Ema-chan?" She jumps up, hurriedly shoving the letter back into the drawer. She turns to the door and sees a wide eyed Masaomi, standing in the doorframe.

"M-Masaomi-san! I-I-" she panics.

"Why are you in my room?" he asks calmly.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ukyo-san sent me here to grab your mug for him to wash, and I-I-"

Masaomi walks towards the flustered girl, he glances down at the letter she had just sloppily shoved into the drawer. "Did you... go through my things?" He asks.

"I-I...," Ema looks down shamefully, "I'm sorry, Masaomi-san... I just saw that letter in the drawer and my curiosity got the best of me... I saw my name written on it, so I couldn't help but read it..."

Masaomi stares at her, his face blank. "D-did you read it? Entirely, I mean."

Ema nods shyly. "I-I didn't know that's how you felt about me..."

Masaomi sighs, he looked ashamed, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, Ema-chan... You don't have to accept my feelings, it's just that I-I... I've loved you for so long and I wrote that letter with the intention of throwing it away, I simply needed to get my feelings out. I know I'm too old for you, and I know you'd much rather be with someone closer to your age who isn't supposed to be a father figure for you." Masaomi squeezes his eyes shut. "Can we please just pretend you never found this letter and go back to how things were? Please?"

Ema looks up at her brother lovingly. She gently brushes his hair out of his face, making his cheeks flush slightly. "I don't think I want to go back to how things were."

Before Masaomi could protest, Ema crashes her lips onto his, pulling the pediatrician into a long, passionate kiss. Their lips molded together perfectly, Masaomi rests his hands on her waist, gently pulling her towards him. Her soft, heated lips made his heart race. She was the fire of his loins, the apple of his eye, his one true love. In her arms, he was like putty. He knew he'd do anything she said. With her, he was always a loser, but he didn't seem to mind that, in fact he loved it. He was so in love with her, and this kiss was only gasoline in his ever growing fire of love for her.

Ema softly pulls away from the kiss and gazes into his beautiful brown eyes. "Masaomi-san, I-"

A small squeak sound makes them jump, snapping them out of their daze. Their heads whip towards the door, where they see Wataru standing there, his mouth gapping, and his toy fallen on the ground. A long, drawn out, awkward silence follows.

"Wataru-" Masaomi starts.

Wataru runs away, shouting: "KYO-NII! MASA-NII IS GIVING ONEE-CHAN HIS COOTIES!"